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Chapter1:AUniverseHiddeninaDesk—andLow-EndFrequencies
“LinChu-Qing林初晴.”
Theeseliteratureteacherpushedupherreadinggsses,bafflementpininhervoice.“Sixty.You’realwaysburiediracurricurbooks—sowhydoesyourreading-prehensionscore*always*hhtontheedgeofpassing?”
Crawalkeduptothefronttotakehertestpaper,fanawkward,guiltysmile.
Thetruthwas,herrawscorehadbeenfifty-nine.
Buteveryoschoolkhisnearly-fifty,well-kepteseliteratureteacherhadanunspokenhabit—shewasfiercely“pro-girls,anti-boys.”Ifasweaty,loud-mouthedboyincssscoredafifty-heteacherwouldstampafailinggradeonthereportsheetwithoutblinking.Butforthehandfulofquietgirlswholookedobedientandwell-behaved,shealways—somehow—letherpenslipwhileaddingupthetotal,giftihatdecisive“onepointofsympathy.”
Crastaredatthered-inked“60,”crudelyoverwrittenonherpaper,aamessofemotionsriseinherchest.
Itwasn’treallyamystery.
Itwasherowresistance.
Shelovedthewild,urainedplotsihevastarchitectureofsci-fiuniverses.Butthemomentshefacedaeseliteratureexamandsawpromptsdemandingstudehizewiththeauthor’ssorrowoverspringandautumn,”awaveofabsurditywouldhither.Shehadneveragreedwiththewayterreaderstooktheirownsubjectiveinterpretations,forcedawholesetofemotionsontoatext,andthenloudlydecred,*Thisiswhattheauthorwasthinking.*
Afterall,heauthor.Noonecouldverifyoetwasactuallythinkinginthemomentofwriting.Sowhydidtheeion’sstudentshavetousethesamestandardto“learn”and“memorize”someoneelse’sfeelings?
ThatkindofimposedresonancemadeCra’sbrainshort-circuiteverytimeshetookatest.
Andhistorycsswasevenworse.
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