Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

Chapter 1323 The Professor Who Steals Beauty 9

Of course, I had some ideas.

Everyone else shared their inspirations, but they all had a strange or eerie aspect to them.

Shu Jiao didn't say anything after hearing this, she just tapped the table with her fingertips and remained silent.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.

The five students started lowering their heads and making faces at each other—

Why isn't the teacher saying anything?

Is it because we've borrowed too much from the syllabus, and the teachers aren't satisfied with it?

Is the teacher angry?

Shu Jiao sat there, observing their tense exchange clearly, and sighed helplessly, "Alright."

"You should not write about the same themes too similarly; you should always try to find your own path."

Shu Jiao sat up slightly, "Qin Su."

"exist!"

Qin Su immediately straightened her back and responded weakly.

"Your strength lies in your delicate writing style, which is very suitable for writing emotional storylines."

Shu Jiao pondered for a moment, "Do you have any research on history? Do you have any research on court culture?"

history?

Court culture?

Qin Su nodded, not quite understanding. "I took a course called 'Le Dynasty Culture' in my senior year, so I have a fairly good understanding of Le Dynasty clothing and etiquette."

"Just understand."

Shu Jiao continued to probe, "How did Consort Wang die during the reign of Emperor Qi?"

"what?"

Qin Su was taken aback.

Before she could think, Shu Jiao continued to ask, "How did Consort Li die? How did Consort Shu die? How did the Empress die?"

Ah? ? ?

Qin Su looked puzzled. "Wang Meiren died of illness, right? There's no record of Li Jieyu. Shu Pin died in childbirth, and the Empress seems to have died of illness as well."

"Ah."

Shu Jiao's eyes curved slightly. "Then let me ask you, is it possible that Consort Shu's difficult childbirth was caused by other reasons? For example, murder by the Empress, or poisoning by Consort Wang..."

As Qin Su listened, her eyes widened slightly.

Is this even possible?

"Why not?"

Shu Jiao lazily rested her hand on the armrest of the chair. "Don't write history. Create a fictional dynasty and write about the women in the harem, and how they scheme and plot for their families, their own lives, their wealth and offspring."

"May I?"

Shu Jiao stared at Qin Su and asked again, emphasizing her question, "Is it alright?"

May I?

That's great!

Qin Su's mind was bursting with inspiration, and a whole bunch of words were eager to jump out of her head and onto the paper, but she held back.

"teacher……"

Qin Su opened her mouth, then looked at Shu Jiao hesitantly, "Is this your idea?"

It's yet another brand new genre, one that has never appeared in the public eye before—

Palace intrigue.

For so many years, no one has ever thought of writing a story about the scheming and plotting of women in the ancient imperial harem!

Just thinking about it makes me realize how exciting it will be!

But this wasn't her idea, and she couldn't just write whatever came to mind.

"Go and brainstorm ideas."

Shu Jiao said casually, "My new article will be published in a couple of days. You can take a look at it."

"Okay okay."

Qin Su nodded excitedly.

Oh my God!

Thank you for your support, teacher.

I'm grateful to myself for studying so hard back then, even to the point of exhaustion, to finally become a student of Shu Jiao.

Otherwise, how could she have had such a great opportunity?!

After hearing what the two women said, the eyes of the remaining four people lit up.

They understood why Shu Jiao had summoned them today.

It's about preaching!

They all stared at Shu Jiao with burning eyes, as if they wanted to melt her with their gaze.

Shu Jiao glanced at them sideways, "And you, Wang Yang, you're good at constructing grand war narratives, so why do you insist on focusing on interstellar warfare? Can't you look at ancient times instead?"

Wang Yang frowned slightly. "Ancient times? Ancient warfare?"

But ancient wars are all written in history books.

What else could he write?

"In the final period of the Yu Dynasty, seven powerful states vied for supremacy; in the final period of the Xiang Dynasty, the world was divided into three. With each faction rising and falling, how could there be any shortage of plot to write?"

Shu Jiao raised an eyebrow and said, "Or, how about creating a fictional chaotic dynasty, and telling the story of an insignificant nobody who rises from a beggar to a powerful ruler? Don't you have any ideas?"

These kids are so slow!

It's not spinning at all!

Shu Jiao was really having a headache. She then looked at another student, Zhao Rui, who was good at writing bad endings, and said, "Spread your thoughts and stop making your protagonist a mute who can't speak."

"At the height of love, a sudden car accident, an incurable illness, or an unavoidable war can lead to a separation of life and death for two people."

"He died on his way to find her, and she spent her whole life staying at home, waiting for someone who would never come back."

"When it's sweetest, make a cut; when it's most slicing, add some sugar."

She had her emotions perfectly under control.

While dreaming of their wedding, the person passed away; at the funeral, however, they received the bouquet of red roses and diamond ring that the deceased had ordered before his death.

Doesn't this make things interesting?

"Since you excel at tragedy, then take tragedy to its extreme."

Shu Jiao reminded, "Let's expand on this further: those who strive for their dreams fall on the eve of their realization, the wronged die on the road to exoneration, and the most sincere confessions of liars are not believed by anyone..."

"The stubborn fighter eventually accepts his fate and dies."

As Shu Jiao spoke, Zhao Rui's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Omg!

Is this the legendary enlightenment or divine guidance?

Countless flashes of inspiration are sparkling in her mind right now!

"teacher--!"

Zhao Rui called out affectionately, "Teacher, I heard you don't have children yet. If you don't mind, I'd like to be your daughter!"

Shu Jiao: ???

Shu Jiao: ...

Speechless.

Her lips twitched, and she almost rolled her eyes to the sky. "Thank you so much. I'm only thirty. I can't possibly have a daughter who's only four years younger than me."

"Teacher, I can be six years old too!"

Zhao Rui choked on her words.

Shu Jiao's gaze drifted over gently.

Zhao Rui coughed instantly, her expression turning serious. "Teacher, I guarantee I'll complete the task!"

Shu Jiao's expression clearly showed a hint of disdain.

But none of the students cared.

So what if you dislike it?

My teacher is able to give me a new path, and it's an honor for me to even look down on me!

Shu Jiao pointed out a direction to each of the students, waved her hand and told them to go back and come up with their own ideas. Then she patted off non-existent dust from her clothes and went back into the classroom to teach the thirty-eight students.

It's a real headache to teach.

Their thinking seems to have become fixed.

To her slight surprise, Xu Ying, despite her haste, actually handed her a workplace script.

A purely workplace drama.

All romance storylines have been removed.

Also.

If you bump into each other at the company every day, it's already a miracle if you don't have murderous intent, let alone love?

Love is about the size of the head.

"Da da~"

His fingertips tapped on the desk, idly.

The knocking made Xu Ying's heart tremble.

Shu Jiao looked up at her; her face was clearly haggard, her eyes were bloodshot, and she smelled strongly of work...

Very heavy.

They're clearly a prime candidate for staying up all night.

"You must be having a tough time lately."

Shu Jiao gently placed the notebook she had handed her on the table. "This notebook is nice."