The heavy mahogany door slowly closed behind us.
Completely isolate that boiling, bewildered, and even somewhat hysterical meeting place.
Click.
A soft click on the door latch,
It's like a pair of scissors, cutting through the air that's been stretched to its limit.
Lin Que stood in the empty corridor and exhaled a long breath.
He reached out and loosened the collar of his school uniform, which was feeling a bit too tight.
He casually touched his empty pockets.
The student representative's name tag was left on the podium by him.
That thing is too heavy, it makes you bend over, so it's better to get rid of it.
The corridor was covered with thick carpets, making it feel completely silent when you stepped on them.
Only a few security personnel stood at a distance.
Seeing the boy walk out alone, they all looked somewhat surprised.
"Hey, what brings you out here? It's not over yet, is it?"
One of the security guards couldn't help but ask a question.
Lin Que didn't stop walking; he simply waved his hand casually.
"It's too stuffy inside, I need some fresh air."
He walked through the long corridor, turned two corners, and arrived at the lobby on the first floor of Zijin Villa.
Compared to the tense atmosphere in the conference hall, this place was exceptionally quiet and peaceful.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the winter scenery of Zijin Mountain is desolate yet magnificent.
A few wintersweet saplings trembled as they bloomed in the cold wind.
In the lobby lounge area, Shen Qingqiu was sitting on a sofa.
Holding his phone, his brows furrowed slightly.
She was visibly startled when she saw Lin Que appear at the elevator entrance.
She quickly stood up and walked over in her high heels.
Why did you come out?
Shen Qingqiu looked him up and down, her eyes full of doubt.
She raised her wrist and looked at her watch:
"It's only been less than forty minutes since we went in."
According to the schedule, it should now be time for student representatives to speak. Is it your turn?
"It's our turn, and we've finished speaking."
Lin Que had his hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed.
"Are you done talking?"
Shen Qingqiu frowned even more deeply.
"So fast? Didn't they say everyone had five minutes?"
Also, why are you the only one who came out? Where's Zhao Zichen? Where are the other students?
She looked behind Lin Que, but there was no one there.
"They're still being 'baptized' inside, aren't they?"
Lin Que shrugged and walked to the water dispenser next to him.
I poured myself a glass of warm water and gulped it down.
"I won the grand prize, so I have special privileges. I can leave right after I finish speaking."
Shen Qingqiu clearly didn't believe this nonsense.
She was stopped outside.
Fang Zhenyun deliberately set up a checkpoint at the entrance for the sake of so-called "purity."
Apart from special guests and media, the teachers accompanying each school were arranged to watch the broadcast in the lounge on the second floor.
But exactly ten minutes ago,
The large screen in the lounge suddenly went black. The staff said it was a signal malfunction and they were working on repairs.
She felt uneasy, which is why she came to the lobby to keep watch.
"Lin Que, tell me the truth."
Shen Qingqiu stared into his eyes, those eyes that always carried a hint of sternness were now filled with worry.
"Did you cause trouble inside?"
She knows this student too well.
He may seem lazy and carefree on the surface, but deep down he has an unpredictable and crazy streak.
Last time, when I recited "Coco" at school, I made the whole school cry.
Facing the literary giants of the entire province this time, who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause this time.
"Teacher, you don't trust me."
Lin Que put down the paper cup and blinked innocently.
"I have strictly followed your teachings, speaking the truth and treating people sincerely."
Editor-in-Chief Fang asked me for my thoughts, and I told her everything that was on my mind.
"What's on your mind?"
Shen Qingqiu's eyelids twitched.
"What did you say?"
"Uh... it's nothing."
Lin Que said it casually.
"We just discussed the authenticity of the literature and returned the name tag to them."
I find that thing uncomfortable to wear; it's causing a slight allergic reaction.
Shen Qingqiu's gaze fell on his empty chest, and her mind went blank.
Did you return it?
In such an official occasion that attracts province-wide attention,
In front of the chairman of the Writers Association, leaders of the Education Department, and countless cameras,
Did they throw the badge that represented honor back?
This isn't an allergy; it's a public slap in the face to the organizers!
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