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Chapter 1058: Chapter 969 I Quit Chapter 1058: Chapter 969 I Quit The poetry conference on Mount Lu was scheduled for the thirty-first of August.

Of course, no one would wait until the day arrived to set out.

In fact,

On the evening of the thirtieth, the hotels near Mount Lu were filled with literati from all continents.

This included the “Journey with You” program team, as well as representatives sent by the Literature and Art Association who had also arrived here—

The representative of the Literature and Art Association was none other than Ms. Huang, who had gone to Starlight to invite Lin Yuan to be a judge.

Ms. Huang pulled aside staff unrelated to the competition and held a relatively brief meeting.

At the meeting,

Lin Yuan met the other eight judges.

These eight judges came from Qin, Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Zhong Continent respectively.

They did not show any strangeness toward Lin Yuan, who was a special judge, and greeted him quite naturally one by one.

An Long…

Yu Chang…

Qin Xiaotian and so on…

The eight judges were all big names in the literary world with considerable renown; Lin Yuan had read the works of some and was not too unfamiliar with them.

Not just Lin Yuan.

Audiences who were about to watch the live broadcast of this poetry event would not be too unfamiliar with these distinguished literati either.

After the meeting ended,

Everyone prepared to return to their hotel rooms, but Ms. Huang suddenly spoke up, “Teacher Admirable Fish, please stay for a moment.”

“Mhm.”

Lin Yuan nodded his head.

Several judges looked deeply at Lin Yuan before passing by him and leaving, with only one named He Qinghuan who bid farewell upon departure:

“Admirable Fish, young friend, see you tomorrow.”

This He Qinghuan was a judge from Qin Continent.

Lin Yuan smiled and nodded in response, and although the eight judges all acted very normally, Lin Yuan could feel that only He Qinghuan was genuinely friendly.

This was probably because Lin Yuan was also a person from Qin.

The conference room quickly emptied until only Lin Yuan and Ms. Huang remained.

“I kept you here to talk about tomorrow’s matters.”

Ms. Huang began, “As one of the judges, you definitely need to participate in the critique tomorrow, and I hope you can keep a low profile. We just need to get our credentials by blending in; there’s no need to do or say anything that offends others.”

“Blend in?”

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

He thought he had heard wrong.

Was this suggesting that he should slack off tomorrow?

Ms. Huang sighed and replied with a wry smile, “The term indeed isn’t very pleasant to the ear; we underestimated the cultural circle’s acceptance. Since your identity as a judge was officially announced, there has been a lot of opposition. Influential figures from the various continents made phone calls expressing their dissatisfaction; we managed to suppress it, but if your critiques are too sharp, many would likely feel uncomfortable.”

Lin Yuan frowned slightly.

Sudden recollections of some unpleasant past events came to him:

He had once participated as the Prince of Lanling in “The Masked Singer” while wearing a mask.

During the competition, he would give his genuine and heartfelt opinions on the other singers’ performances, which resulted in offending too many people and being attacked by countless fans of those singers.

Back then, many online urged him,

“Speak less during the competition, it’s better for you, me, and everyone.”

Ultimately, it boiled down to people who were not convinced and felt that he, as the Prince of Lanling, had no right to judge other singers.

But when his identity as Admirable Fish was revealed, the dissatisfaction disappeared.

It seemed he had encountered a similar situation this time.

The difference was,

This time he did not have a similar backing to his identity.

Therefore,

This time even Ms. Huang, the representative of the Literature and Art Association, advised Lin Yuan to speak less.

Ms. Huang seemed to guess Lin Yuan’s thoughts, “Our Literature and Art Association has always paid close attention to you and understands your character. You like being outspoken, but if you were to criticize freely, those literati would make a huge fuss. Tomorrow’s event is a live broadcast being watched by countless viewers. You just need to follow the tone of the other eight judges when making critiques. If you can praise, then praise, but refrain from criticism. If it’s not possible, just stay quiet. Can you do that?”

Lin Yuan was silent.

Ms. Huang watched him intently.

After quite some time, Lin Yuan finally said, “Okay.”

He was not someone who couldn’t compromise. The other party had made their stance clear; there was no need for him to insist.

In Jin Mu’s words:

This was the Literature and Art Association esteeming him.

Being a judge at the poetry conference could count as a credential for his future.

Besides, Ms. Huang was not asking him to engage in any wrongdoing; just coasting along wouldn’t be too difficult.

“Phew.”

Ms. Huang breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m glad you understand. This is a credential handed to us; let’s accept it discreetly…”

Lin Yuan nodded.

Back in his room,

Lin Yuan took a bath and prepared to sleep.

However, for some unknown reason, as he tossed and turned in bed, he just couldn’t fall asleep; he felt an inexplicable irritation.

Insomnia?

Lin Yuan simply took out his phone and started playing with it, but that unpleasant feeling still lingered, making him feel suffocated.

…

The next day.

At five o’clock in the afternoon.

Lin Yuan arrived at the event location.

The event was held at the foot of Mount Lu.

What was originally a vast open space had now been constructed into ten buildings arranged in a circle.

These buildings resembled pavilions but were larger, with tables, chairs, tea cups, and pastries provided inside.

The judges’ seats were set up in the center corresponding to the ten pavilions.

In front of each seat was a nameplate with the judge’s name.

Lin Yuan’s nameplate was on the far right.

At the entrance to the arena, a large banner was unfurled, bearing the words “Blue Star’s First Poetry Conference.”

The poetry conference would start at six o’clock.

But literati from various continents had begun to enter one by one at five, each choosing a pavilion.

Lin Yuan and the eight judges also took their respective seats.

The scene was noisy.

A group of literati chatted among themselves, with glances occasionally sweeping across the pavilions and toward the judges’ seating area, ultimately focusing on Lin Yuan’s face.

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