43: Why him?!

Jiangcheng No. 1 High School.

In the morning classroom, a strange mixture of yawns and sleepiness permeated the air.

Wu Di sported two huge dark circles under his eyes and crept up next to Student Lin Que like a thief,

shoving his phone screen right into the face of Lin Que with his voice lowered to an absolute minimum,

yet it carried an irrepressible excitement.

"Brother Que, have you seen it? The Dream Weaver master has made a move again! My god, it is even more ruthless this time!"

Lin Que was somewhat annoyed by the shaking from Wu Di, and lazily lifted his eyelids to give a glance.

"What the talent scout, what food...

Let me tell you, I had a dream last night where our principal turned into the talent scout,

saying I was very talented and the hope of the school,

and then he opened his mouth and was about to eat me!

He scared me so much that I recited a section of the school motto for him right on the spot!"

Wu Di described it vividly, finding it so amusing by the end that he laughed himself.

Lin Que let out a yawn and responded vaguely:

"The school motto? That is quite loving of the school."

"Hey, that is not the point!"

Wu Di lowered his voice.

"The point is, the whole internet has exploded! Last time that Wang Shouyi was treated like a monkey being played by everyone.

This time, regarding this the talent scout, many people are guessing who on earth it is,

with some saying it is some capital tycoon, some saying it is some talent show godfather, people are saying all sorts of things!

This move by the Dream Weaver is too ruthless; he is using stories as weapons!"

Lin Que closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving up unconsciously.

Of course he knew that as long as Fang Zhenyun saw it, he would definitely understand.

What he wanted was for Fang Zhenyun to understand.

A mature hunter often appears in the form of prey.

He wanted to make Fang Zhenyun feel that

the Hell Dream Weaver was just a rash newcomer biting blindly after being provoked,

"Hahahahaha... Look, look, the review section is almost turning into a comedy skit convention!"

Wu Di excitedly scrolled across the screen of the phone and pointed out several popular reviews for Lin Que to see.

[My boss said in a meeting yesterday that I am the most potential management trainee he has ever seen, and he is my the talent scout.

Today, after finishing the update, I silently handed in my resignation letter.

I think my little life is worth more than his appreciation.]

[Help! My advisor likes to call us seeds, and says that once we bloom and bear fruit, he can enjoy his old age in peace.

Why the more I look at it, the more I feel that the way he looks at me is like looking at a plate of peanuts?]

[Stop guessing, the prototype is definitely that CEO of the Penguin Group!

How many small companies have they acquired, squeezing out their core technologies and talents before dissolving them!

Is this not a real-life version of the talent scout eating people?]

[I run a headhunting firm, and the company name is the talent scout.

As soon as the update came out, all three big orders went down the drain this morning! Great Master Dream Weaver, return my performance!]

Lin Que looked at these comments and almost laughed out loud.

The associative ability of netizens never disappoints.

Chinese Teaching Research Office.

Shen Qingqiu gripped her phone.

On the screen was the latest chapter of *the human world is like a prison*.

the talent scout, food...

These words were like cold needles,

stabbing her temples and causing them to throb.

She almost immediately thought of a few days ago,

when Editor-in-Chief Wang De'an mentioned to her over the phone about the book number being blocked,

along with the faint shadow of Editor-in-Chief Fang from Jinling.

The sense of smell of this Hell Dream Weaver was terrifyingly acute.

He was like a beast lurking in the darkness;

no aura of malice could escape his nose,

and then he would retaliate in the most primitive and bloody way.

But...

her gaze fell once again on the other side of the desk,

on that newly received final sample issue of *The Miracles of the Namiya General Store*.

The cover was warm, and compassion and wisdom flowed within the pages.

One used the sharpest pen to dissect the evil of human nature.

The other used the gentlest pen to stitch up the wounds of the world.

Jian Shen, Hell Dream Weaver.

These two names, like the colors black and white, crazily intertwined and collided in her mind.

She even produced an absurd thought

——What kind of scene would it be if these two people met?

Would they loathe each other, or...

She dared not think further; that feeling made her flustered and upset.

She took a deep breath, picked up her lesson plans, and walked into the classroom of grade 11, class 3.

The morning reading class bell had just finished ringing.

Shen Qingqiu stepped up to the podium, and the originally noisy classroom instantly quieted down.

Her gaze swept across the whole class,

finally pausing briefly for half a second on the drowsy face of Lin Que.

"Let us talk about something."

Her voice was cold and clear, yet very penetrating.

"Next weekend, the standalone edition of *The Miracles of the Namiya General Store* will hold its premiere and book signing ceremony at the municipal library.

At that time, the Xinchao Magazine Agency will invite literature enthusiasts from all walks of life to participate together."

As soon as her voice fell, a flurry of whispers broke out in the class.

"Wow! *The Miracles of the Namiya General Store*! Will Teacher Jian Shen go?"

"What are you thinking? Teacher Jian Shen is so mysterious, how could he show up?"

"Still, it is good to be able to buy the book as soon as possible; I have waited for so long!"

Waiting for the whispers to subside slightly, Shen Qingqiu continued:

"For this event, our Jiangcheng No. 1 High School has obtained a recommendation quota,

allowing participation in this event as a special invited student representative."

Special invited student representative?

This title made the eyes of quite a few classmates light up.

Zhang Ya subconsciously straightened her back, a confident smile appearing on her face.

As the Chinese class representative and a third-prize winner of the composition competition,

who else could this kind of opportunity to show her face representing the school be if not her?

She even glanced at Lin Que, a hint of provocation in her eyes.

Relying on writing those unpresentable things was ultimately just small-time tinkering,

and she was the one who could step into the true halls of literature.

Watching the reactions of the students, Shen Qingqiu paused for a moment and calmly announced the result.

"After school research and decision, this recommendation quota goes to Student Lin Que."

The air seemed to freeze.

All the classmates looked towards the podium with an expression as if they had seen a ghost,

and then looked at Lin Que, who was lying on his desk as if it had nothing to do with him.

The smile on the face of Zhang Ya instantly froze, and then shattered inch by inch.

"Him? Why is it him?!"

She blurted it out almost reflexively, her voice shrill to the point of being grating.

She refused to accept this! Why was it him again!

A person who wrote dark stories and was almost banned by the Chairman of the Writers Association, how on earth could he represent the school

and participate in an activity full of positive energy like *The Miracles of the Namiya General Store*?

This was an insult to Teacher Jian Shen!

The gaze of Shen Qingqiu fell on Zhang Ya. She did not get angry, but calmly explained:

"This was a recommendation I submitted to the school, and it also gained the recognition of Professor Li Yuanchao."

After discussion, the school ultimately agreed with my suggestion."

Professor Li Yuanchao?

As soon as this name came out, all the questions of Zhang Ya were blocked back,

her complexion turning alternating shades of blue and white, ugly to the extreme.

Right, she had forgotten that behind Lin Que stood that authority of the Jiangcheng literary circle.

"Holy crap! Brother Que is awesome!!"

An irrepressible burst of wild joy shattered the classroom's awkwardness.

Wu Di was so excited his face turned red, and he grabbed the neck of Lin Que, shaking him desperately.

"Did you hear that! Brother Que! You are going to meet the maternal family of your idol! Maybe you can even fish out some gossip about Teacher Jian Shen!"

Lin Que was shaken dizzy by him and impatiently pushed away his head,

yawning as he slowly sat up straight.

He looked towards the podium, and then looked around.

On the podium was Shen Qingqiu, who was gazing at him with complicated eyes,

and all around were classmates with different expressions and even more complicated feelings.

He lazily raised his hand.

"Teacher, can I not go?"