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The dispersal after the awards ceremony was even more boisterous than the opening.

The exit channel was packed,

yet a vacuum circle formed around Lin Que.

Almost everyone's eyes were glued to Lin Que, as if trying to bore a hole through him.

Those prestigious school students who had previously disdained Jiangcheng No. 1 High School,

now had complex emotions in their eyes.

There was awe, confusion,

and more so, a kind of worship that said, "This guy is too fierce."

After all, Lin Que was the only one who dared to call literature a "scalpel" in front of provincial department leaders,

and compared positive energy to "greenhouse flowers."

The team from Jiangcheng No. 1 High School walked out with an air of invincibility.

Shen Qingqiu walked at the very front,

her high heels making crisp "tap-tap" sounds.

She held Lin Que's heavy Special Prize trophy even tighter than she would her own salary card.

"Lin Que, I'll keep the trophy for you for now, so it doesn't get scratched or bumped."

Shen Qingqiu said without looking back, her tone full of unconcealed joy.

"We'll have to display it in the school history museum for a few days when we get back."

Lin Que, following behind, shrugged indifferently:

"This thing is too heavy. You can melt it down and make a ring if you want."

"Stop being cheeky!"

Shen Qingqiu glared at him, but her eyes and brows were full of smiles.

As they were walking, the path ahead suddenly became blocked.

The team from Experimental Middle School was slowly shuffling out.

Teacher Liu, the team leader, seemed to be trying his best to minimize his presence,

wishing he could shrink his head into his neck, leading his students along the wall.

The saying 'enemies often meet' probably applies to moments like this.

Shen Qingqiu paused, stopping behind Liu Yi.

"Oh, Teacher Liu."

Shen Qingqiu's voice had a clear, penetrating quality.

"Why are you walking so fast? Weren't you just going to discuss educational experience with me?"

Liu Yi's back stiffened.

He slowly turned around, his facial muscles twitching twice, forcing out a professional, fake smile.

"Oh, Teacher Shen... congratulations, the Special Prize, impressive, impressive."

"It is indeed very impressive."

Shen Qingqiu slightly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over Liu Yi's embarrassed face.

"After all, to be personally reviewed by Teacher Jian Shen and specially approved by Director Zhou,

this kind of treatment can't be matched by an ordinary First Prize."

Too cutting.

Liu Yi's face flushed red then paled, as he tried to save face:

"Luck, it's all luck.

This kid writes too radically. This time he met Teacher Jian Shen's leniency, but next time it might not be the case."

"Radical?"

Lin Que, who had been lazily standing at the back, suddenly interjected.

He took a step forward, standing beside Shen Qingqiu.

The young man had grown taller, and although he was wearing a loose school uniform,

the aura of having just won an award was still present.

"Teacher Liu, I remember you said at the service area that I was an internet celebrity student, relying on misery to gain attention?"

Liu Yi felt a little flustered under his gaze, and stiffened his neck:

"I... I was also doing it for your own good! Afraid you'd go down the wrong path!"

"Well, thank you for that."

Lin Que smiled, but his eyes showed no warmth.

"However, Teacher Liu, literature isn't just one color.

If you think black is dirty, it's because you only see white. The world is originally a riot of colorful blacks, don't you agree?"

"The world is originally a riot of colorful blacks, don't you agree?"

"Colorful blacks?"

Liu Yi was choked by this.

"Sophistry!"

"Whether it's sophistry or not, the trophy is right here."

Lin Que pointed to the trophy in Shen Qingqiu's hand.

"If you're not convinced, you can go argue with Director Zhou, or write a letter of complaint to Teacher Jian Shen.

Being sarcastic with our Teacher Shen here,

besides proving you're petty, what else can it prove?"

"You! Hmph! Disrespectful to your elders!"

Liu Yi trembled with anger and turned to leave.

"Respect for elders is mutual."

Lin Que put away his smile, his tone indifferent.

"If you truly acted like a teacher, I wouldn't have to 'borrow your light'.

But your thick skin... it's thicker than a bulletproof vest, blocking out the light too thoroughly."

Zhang Ya couldn't help it,

and let out a short snort of laughter from her nose, quickly covering her mouth.

Zhao Zichen pushed up his glasses, using the gesture to hide the amusement in his eyes.

As for the students behind Liu Yi,

some looked down at their shoes, some looked up at the sky,

but no one was willing to make eye contact with their teacher at this moment.

They had seen their teacher's demeanor all along the way,

and had long felt embarrassed. Now, being rebuked by Lin Que like this,

they actually felt a little satisfied.

"Alright, Lin Que."

Shen Qingqiu spoke at the right moment, giving Liu Yi a final way out.

"Teacher Liu still has a ride to catch, let's not delay him."

After speaking, she nodded to Liu Yi,

her posture as elegant as a victorious white swan.

"Teacher Liu, goodbye.

Oh, right, drive safely on your way back, don't 'misjudge' again."

The Experimental Middle School team strode away, leaving Liu Yi standing in place... As they walked out of the Olympic Sports Center, the sun was just right.

In the late autumn of Jinling, the plane tree leaves were golden,

and with a gust of wind, golden fragments scattered across the ground.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath of the cool air,

the long-accumulated frustration in her chest finally dissipating.

She turned around, looking at the three students in front of her.

Zhao Zichen, First Prize.

Zhang Ya, Third Prize.

Lin Que, Special Prize.

This was the most glorious day in the history of Jiangcheng No. 1 High School.

"Teacher, are we going back to the hotel to get our luggage now?"

Zhang Ya asked. Although she had won an award,

after the initial excitement, she still felt a bit tired.

Shen Qingqiu checked her watch; it was only eleven in the morning.

She suddenly made a decision.

"What hotel?"

Shen Qingqiu waved her hand, full of heroic spirit.

"Since we're already here, Jinling's autumn is so short, wouldn't it be a shame not to see it?"

The three students were all stunned.

"Teacher, do you mean...?"

Zhao Zichen asked tentatively.

"Fun!"

Shen Qingqiu's face broke into a brilliant smile, brightened by the lifting of a heavy burden.

"We're not leaving today! We'll stay in Jinling for one more day!

Let's go to Fuzi Temple, to Qinhuai River, to eat duck blood vermicelli soup, to eat salted duck!"

"It's been too stressful lately, I'm taking you all to relax!"

"Really?!"

Zhang Ya exclaimed in surprise.

"Really!"

Shen Qingqiu patted the bag in her hand.

"It doesn't matter if the school doesn't reimburse the accommodation fees, I'll pay for your extended stay myself!

All expenses for today's food, drink, and fun, Teacher Shen is paying!"

"Long live Teacher Shen!"

Zhang Ya and Zhao Zichen cheered, high-fiving in celebration.

For high school students who spent all day buried in their studies,

a publicly funded trip to the provincial capital was like a New Year's treat.

Only Lin Que, standing at the edge of the cheering crowd, let out a soft sigh.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"

Shen Qingqiu noticed his abnormality, walked over and asked.

"The Special Prize winner, you won't even give your teacher this much face?"

Lin Que looked up at the bright sun in the sky,

then at the bustling street in the distance, his face full of resistance.

"Teacher, can we convert it to cash?"

Lin Que asked earnestly.

"This trip, we'll probably walk twenty thousand steps, right?

My legs are made of flesh, not iron. I honestly just want to go back to the hotel and sleep."

He honestly just want to go back to the hotel and sleep.

Last night, he stayed up late to write comments for "the person waiting to die" and then conceived "the human world is like a prison."

Now, his mind felt like a blender was running, and he just wanted to find a pillow and pass out.

"No!"

Shen Qingqiu rejected him without mercy.

"You must go! This is a group activity, not one can be missing!"

She grabbed Lin Que's sleeve without question, as if afraid he would run away.

"And you must be the main force today.

Help the teacher carry bags, help everyone take photos—this is your punishment for your 'wild talk' on stage earlier."

Lin Que stumbled a bit as he was pulled,

looking at Shen Qingqiu's stance of 'if you dare to run, I'll start chanting scriptures',

and closed his eyes in despair.

"What a sin..."

The dignified "Hell Dream Weaver," the literary rising star "Jian Shen,"

was now reduced to a ruthless bag-carrying machine.

This was probably life's greatest irony for him.

"Let's go, let's go! First stop, Fuzi Temple!"

Shen Qingqiu waved her hand enthusiastically.

Zhao Zichen and Zhang Ya happily followed.

Lin Que dragged his heavy footsteps, trailing at the back.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Luoluo, the editor of Hong Guo Net.

[Dream Weaver: Today's update is postponed.]

After sending it, he put away his phone and resignedly followed the group.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the plane tree leaves, falling on him.

Although he said he didn't want to go,

watching Shen Qingqiu and his classmates playfully bickering ahead,

the corners of his mouth still curved slightly.

Never mind.

Consider it material accumulation.

After all, such vibrant human life,

was a rare resource in his books...