344: Chapter 344 The Butterfly Effect

Director Hu Wenbin adjusted his glasses and pulled a letter bearing a red official seal from his folder.

He spread it flat on the mahogany tabletop, tapping his finger on the letterhead in the top right corner.

"Lin Que, the verification letter for your recommended admission to Qingbei University was officially sent to the Municipal Education Bureau last Friday."

He adjusted his glasses again, his voice carrying a hint of relief after completing a task properly.

"As soon as the verification letter arrived, the Municipal Bureau issued the certification statement that same day. The return letter and stamping were all completed in one go."

"Without exaggeration, the speed at which this process moved is the fastest I've handled in all my years in the education sector."

After saying this, he pulled another sheet of paper from the folder and pushed it toward Lin Que.

"This is a copy of the return letter archived at the Municipal Bureau; take a look."

"Once Qingbei receives our reply, they will, within three working days,"

"mail the official admission notice to the mailing address you provided via EMS Express."

Hu Wenbin's tone became slightly more formal.

"Once you have the notice in hand, just carefully check each piece of information yourself."

"With your level of attention to detail, I don't need to say more about this."

Lin Que took the copy, scanned it, and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Understood. Rest assured, Director Hu."

Hu Wenbin closed the folder, his expression relaxing slightly.

"Besides the process at Qingbei, the Municipal Bureau will also publicly announce your recommended admission through official channels soon."

He turned his head to look at Principal Jiang Changfeng, his tone carrying a bit of good-natured teasing:

"Principal Jiang, your No. 1 Middle School is really going to be in the spotlight this time."

Jiang Changfeng couldn't suppress the smile on his face, waving his hands repeatedly.

"We must celebrate it grandly!"

"In the sixty-two years since our school was founded, many have gotten into Qingbei, but Lin Que is the first to be directly recommended for admission."

"This has brought immense prestige to the school!"

Everyone at the table laughed.

Lin Que took the copy, scanned it, and tucked it away.

He didn't give another long speech of thanks.

The people present had already fully sensed his sense of propriety during their previous interactions; piling on more gratitude now would seem forced.

"I'll remember everything the city has done."

His tone was steady, his words encompassing everyone present.

"Once I'm in Beijing, I'll let my results do the talking."

Director Huo Yan held her teacup, the gratification in her eyes impossible to hide.

She glanced at Chairman Lv Songran, who nodded slightly, wearing an undisguised look of satisfaction.

With the official procedures reached this point, the essential matters had basically been covered.

Jiang Changfeng stood up from his chair, walked to Lin Que's side, and spoke in a much gentler tone than before.

"Lin Que, now that Qingbei's verification letter is here, your recommended admission is set in stone."

"For the coming period, you don't need to follow the regular class schedule anymore."

"Go back and rest up well, conserve your energy, and prepare fully for the Qinglan Project."

He paused, his voice filled with a bit more anticipation.

"However, before you leave school for the north, I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you."

Lin Que looked up at his principal.

He paused, his voice carrying even more expectation.

"Could you find some time to hold a special sharing session on writing for the entire student body?"

"It doesn't need to be too formal, just like a casual chat in class,"

"sharing your thought process, techniques, and insights from your creative work with everyone."

Seeing that Lin Que didn't immediately respond, he quickly added more.

"You know how much of a sensation 'folding beijing' has caused recently, both inside and outside the school."

"The Chinese Language Teachers for the entire third-year class are using your book as a model text for analysis in their lessons."

"Not only are the students benefiting, but even several young teachers have said that after reading your novel, their approach to teaching writing has opened up."

Jiang Changfeng's voice held the simple pride of a principal for his student.

"There's one more thing you might not know."

"During this past summer vacation, when last year's top liberal arts student, Zhao Zichen, returned to visit the school, I specifically chatted with him for a while."

"He said something to me that left a deep impression."

"What did he say?"

Lin Que asked.

"He said that the reason he was able to get a near-perfect score on his College Entrance Examination essay was largely due to a conversation he had with you on the way to the Jieyou Cup last year."

"The casual thoughts you shared then about narrative structure and approaches to argumentative essays directly inspired the core theme of his exam essay."

Jiang Changfeng's gaze became serious.

"Zichen is usually a boy of few words; if he took the initiative to mention this to the school leadership, it means what you taught him truly helped. "

"So I was thinking, if you could give a talk to more students before you leave,"

"even if it's just for one afternoon, it might help quite a few people."

Lin Que didn't rush to answer.

Of course he remembered Zhao Zichen; back when they went to the provincial competition for the Jieyou Cup, he and Zhao Zichen had talked a lot in the hotel about techniques for tackling College Entrance Examination argumentative essays.

In his previous life, those words were merely the most basic narrative methodologies in the screenwriting circle, so fragmentary that he hadn't even taken them seriously himself.

As it turned out, these things he regarded as common sense

had actually helped a student from a humble background achieve the highest essay score in the grade, and even indirectly led to the life-changing result of becoming the top liberal arts student.

The butterfly effect.

It was the butterfly effect again.

Zhao Zichen's high score made him truly feel the weight of his rebirth.

The creative experiences from his previous life, tempered by a thousand trials in the market, were weapons of absolute dominance in this world.

No matter how much he wrote alone, his productivity was limited.

But if he could pass on these methodologies and let more young people master the craft of 'how to write,'

the benefit to the world's cultural ecosystem would be far greater than just producing a few more books.

One person's flame can only go so far.

But with seeds planted, one never knows which one will sprout or when.

Thinking of this, Lin Que no longer hesitated.

"Principal, you're right. Since Senior Zhao Zichen found it useful, I won't hold back either."

His tone was sincere, without any trace of arrogance.

"However, my level is limited; all I can talk about are some shallow insights from my own creative process."

"If the students find it useless when the time comes, don't blame me for ruining your reputation, Principal."

When Jiang Changfeng heard him agree, the wrinkles on his face crinkled into a wide smile.

"Don't you worry, that definitely won't happen!"

"With your talent, forget high schoolers—even university students would be taking notes."

He turned to Fei Yuncheng and immediately entered execution mode.

"Old Fei! You see to the implementation of the sharing session. Venue arrangements, equipment testing, notifying participants—do everything to the highest standards."

"Set the time for within this week; it has to be before Lin Que goes to Beijing."

Fei Yuncheng had already pulled out his notebook and was recording rapidly, responding without looking up:

"Understood, I'll coordinate with the grade groups this afternoon."

"I'll arrange the auditorium schedule as soon as I get back and make sure the sound and lighting are all checked."

"Oh, and don't forget to notify the grade directors for the first and second-years."

Jiang Changfeng added an instruction.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't just let the third-years listen; the lower grades should all come too."

"Alright, I'll arrange it all together."

Fei Yuncheng looked up and gave Lin Que a look of admiration, his pen never stopping.

The two of them went back and forth, already discussing the agenda details with great enthusiasm.

Their voices echoed in the meeting room, and even Wang De'an, who was nearby, couldn't help but lean in to listen.

Just then, a calm female voice cut in from the side.

"Principal Jiang, sorry to interrupt."

It was Huo Yan speaking.

She set down her teacup and stood up from the sofa.

That aura of swift and decisive action spread out the moment she rose.

Jiang Changfeng and Fei Yuncheng stopped talking simultaneously and turned to look at her.

Huo Yan was in no hurry to speak.

Her gaze first fell on Lin Que, lingered for two seconds, then shifted to Jiang Changfeng,

and finally swept over Hu Wenbin, who had also straightened up beside her.

"I've been thinking about what Principal Jiang mentioned earlier, about Zhao Zichen being inspired by Lin Que to get that high score on his exam essay."

She paused for a beat, her voice lowering slightly, but its weight only increased.

"I'm afraid this sharing session shouldn't just be held within the No. 1 Middle School."

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