51: Teacher, I know how to do this question.

A commotion immediately broke out in the classroom.

"The Jieyou Cup? That sounds prestigious!"

"A provincial competition? The value must be very high!"

Shen Qingqiu knocked on the blackboard, signaling for silence.

"For this competition, every high school in the province has three slots."

"The selection of our school's slots will be determined during this Friday's monthly exam!"

Speaking up to this point, she deliberately paused and looked at Lin Que.

Her gaze was no longer purely severe:

"Lin Que, you said at the book signing that wounds are torn open to be stitched up.

The theory sounded beautiful; even I was almost convinced by you."

She paused, her fingers gently tapping the desk:

"But literature isn't just talk.

Since you understand stitching and healing, then this 'Jieyou Cup',

"is the best opportunity for you to prove that your words and actions are one."

"Don't let me discover that you are merely a giant in words."

The entire class's attention focused on Lin Que again.

This was clearly a prompt-based essay combined with a public execution!

To make someone who wrote a depressing work like ""firefly"" and is clearly a die-hard fan of the Dream Weaver,

write a healing story in the style of Jian Shen? Isn't that like forcing Zhang Fei to do embroidery?

Wu Di tugged at Lin Que's sleeve under the desk and whispered:

"We're finished, Brother Que. Sister Bing Bing is trying to force a decent person into depravity..."

Lin Que looked at the high-spirited Shen Qingqiu on the podium, but his heart was blooming with joy.

Forcing me to write in Jian Shen's style?

Teacher, this isn't a punishment; you're spoon-feeding me.

He met Shen Qingqiu's challenging gaze and slowly straightened his body.

A standard, "positive energy" smile appeared on his face.

"Teacher, don't worry."

"I have read Teacher Jian Shen's books, regarding how to 'heal' others..."

Lin Que methodically adjusted his school uniform collar, his tone as gentle as the Ghost Doctor who had just stepped out of surgery.

"I learned that long ago!"

The atmosphere in the entire classroom became strange and heated.

Wu Di was stunned by what he heard below.

He then looked at Lin Que with an unfamiliar expression and excitedly jabbed him with his elbow.

"Brother Que, are you... are you serious? Are you really going to butt heads with Sister Bing Bing?"

Lin Que ignored him, simply maintaining his smile.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu on the podium, who was choked speechless by him.

Zhang Ya, meanwhile, sneered internally.

Pretend! Keep pretending!

She didn't believe that someone whose head was full of ghosts, monsters, and despair,

could write anything heartwarming.

Once the monthly exam was over, they'd see how he cleaned up his mess!

Shen Qingqiu tightened her grip on the chalk.

"Fine."

She squeezed one word out between her teeth.

"I look forward to seeing your performance."

After speaking, she stopped looking at Lin Que, opened her textbook, and began today's lesson.

However, she taught the class absentmindedly, nearly misreading words several times.

As for Lin Que, under the gazes of his classmates—some curious, some sympathetic, some gloating—

he calmly rested his head on his desk and caught up on his sleep... After school, Lin Que did not go straight home,

but first returned to his studio in SOHO Future City.

He needed to handle the "after-sales service" for his two pseudonyms.

First was "Jian Shen."

The physical books for The Miracles of the Namiya General Store had begun printing, and subsequent royalties would continuously arrive.

Wang De'an and Xu Lan, on their end, sent emails almost every day,

reporting gratifying sales data and enthusiastic reader feedback.

Lin Que thought for a moment and replied to Xu Lan's email.

[Hello, Editor Xu.]

[Thank you for the update. Regarding the next work, I already have a preliminary concept.]

[It will continue the core essence of worry solver, but the perspective will be grander.

If worry solver was about lighting a lamp, then with this one, I want to discuss how to ferry a person across a dark river to the other shore.]

[The specific manuscript will take some time. Don't worry.]

Sent.

He knew that New Tide would unconditionally support any concept he proposed.

Next, he logged into the author backend of the Hongguo Novel Website.

The release of Ghost Doctor caused the popularity of the human world is like a prison to climb to a terrifying new peak.

In the backend data charts, the red line representing new subscriptions was almost vertically upward.

The balance in his author account made him even happier.

[Balance: 13.27 million yuan]

Just one night of fermentation, the new subscriptions and tips brought by Ghost Doctor earned him nearly a million in after-tax income.

This was the money-making power of a top hit web novel.

"Beep beep."

The message from Editor Luoluo popped up, accompanied by a string of exclamation marks.

[Great Dream Weaver! Did you see it!!! The technical department said that the instantaneous traffic influx after your update last night at midnight was twice as exaggerated as the last time with 'Don't Look Under the Bed'!]

[Also! So many film and television companies are going crazy! They are all asking if the film and television rights for the Ghost Doctor unit can be sold separately!]

[One company even offered 80 million yuan directly, just for the adaptation rights to this story!]

Lin Que looked at these messages, his fingers tapping on the keyboard.

[Not for sale. All copyrights must remain within the framework of my "Horror Universe."]

[Luoluo: Understood! Understood! We'll listen to you!

Then... Great Master, what exactly happened to Yang Jian... The readers are going crazy, please throw us a bone!]

[Hell Dream Weaver: No rush. Let him stay in the Rehabilitation Center and chat with the 'Doctor' for a few days.]

Closing the chat box, Lin Que stretched.

Money had transformed from a goal into a pure number.

But this number could allow the people he cared about to live more decently and with more dignity.

He turned off the computer, hummed a little tune, and left the studio.

Xisheng Mansion.

Looking from the outside, the lights were bright.

As soon as Lin Que entered the door,

he saw his parents sitting on the living room sofa,

intently watching the massive 100-inch screen television mounted on the wall.

The TV was replaying the Jiangcheng TV Station evening news.

The screen showed the young man who had been surrounded by reporters and speaking eloquently at the book signing the day before yesterday.

"...Without the former, we cannot see the pain clearly. Without the latter, we cannot live past the pain."

When Lin Que on the TV said this, Wang Xiulian excitedly slapped her thigh.

"That was so well said! Son, come and watch!!"

Although Lin Jianguo didn't speak, his expression of shared pride and his slightly straightened back said it all.

"You've watched it eight hundred times, Mom."

Lin Que helplessly changed his shoes and walked over.

"I won't get tired of watching it eight hundred times!"

Wang Xiulian pulled him down to sit, pointed at the TV, her face full of pride.

"Look, my son is now a big shot who can appear on TV!"

Lin Jianguo cleared his throat and spoke, feigning seriousness:

"Appearing on TV is nothing special.

The key is that Little Que's performance this time was well-reasoned, neither humble nor arrogant, bringing honor to our Old Lin Family."

He paused, then changed the subject,

pointing to the fleeting poster of The Miracles of the Namiya General Store in the news, and began to lecture earnestly.

"However, Little Que, the reason you could perform so well this time,"

"is mainly due to riding the coattails of Teacher Jian Shen."

Wang Xiulian immediately chimed in:

"Yes, yes, yes! Your dad is right!

Son, let me tell you, I finished reading that copy of The Miracles of the Namiya General Store you bought back these past few days. Oh my, it was written so well!

Your mother hasn't read many books in her life, but reading his stories just makes my heart feel warm."

As she spoke, she pulled out two brand new, unopened copies of The Miracles of the Namiya General Store from under the coffee table.

"Look, Mom went and bought two more copies at the bookstore.

One is for your cousin back in our hometown, so she can learn from it. And this one..."

Wang Xiulian tucked one of the books into Lin Que's arms, her eyes full of expectation.

"This one is for you. Son, you are smart and eloquent, but that sci-fi story you write..."

"You really must learn properly from Teacher Jian Shen! Learn how he writes such heartwarming and good things!"

Lin Jianguo also nodded in agreement beside them:

"Your mother is right.

This Jian Shen, although we don't know where this veteran author is from,

"you can tell from his writing that he is a person of great wisdom and great vision."

"This is a true literary master, a role model for you young people."

Lin Que held his own book,

listening as his parents, in the most sincere and simple language,

wildly praised his other self, and earnestly urged him to learn from himself... He felt like he was about to burst out laughing.

Was this... the legendary ultimate hybrid of "I kill myself" and "I'm my own fan"?

He forcibly suppressed his laughter, looked up, and put on an extremely obedient and serious expression.

"Dad, Mom, please don't worry."

He tightly hugged The Miracles of the Namiya General Store in his arms.

"Your idol is absolutely right."

"I will definitely take Teacher Jian Shen as my role model and strive to write great works full of positive energy, just like The Miracles of the Namiya General Store as soon as possible!"

"Good son!"

Wang Xiulian was so moved that her eyes turned red again.

Lin Jianguo also nodded in relief.

Lin Que lowered his head and looked at the book in his arms.

The corner of his mouth slowly curled up, hidden from his parents' view.

He suddenly felt that Shen Qingqiu's "Jieyou Cup" essay competition had come at exactly the right time.

It was time to let his parents, Teacher Shen, and all the readers in the province,

properly witness the results of his studies under Teacher Jian Shen...