Chapter 33: , Nine-Thousand-Year-Old

After eating, when he returned to the classroom from the cafeteria, he unexpectedly found a lunchbox placed on his desk.

The lunchbox was very new, its surface shining; it was likely newly bought.

Li Heng asked his desk-mate, "Comrade Sun Manning, do you know who put this here?"

Sun Manning was organizing her desk and replied, "Zhang Zhiyong."

Because the "Dim-witted One" had entered this class through connections, his grades were often at the bottom, and his seat was usually in the last row.

Li Heng looked toward the back of the classroom and found this idiot was eating melon seeds with the girl at the desk next to him.

Of course, the two didn't dare to eat them openly; they stood two books up in front to block the view, hiding their heads underneath.

Seeing him walk over, Zhang Zhiyong immediately pulled two bags of spiced melon seeds from his desk and stuffed them into his hands—the kind that cost a dime a bag.

He recognized them because the foodie second sister at home often ate this kind.

Li Heng asked, "Did you buy a new lunchbox?"

Zhang Zhiyong raised his head, looking at him with disdain, "I bought it for you. Your pig-feed basin is pitted and more scarce than the surface of the moon; it affects your ability to pick up girls.

The Old Master couldn't stand to look at it, so I used the money from selling my butt to buy one."

At this point, the Dim-witted One widened his eyes, "Don't you dare return it to me; whoever returns it is a dog!"

This blockhead always had this kind of attitude.

Li Heng felt both moved and wanted to hit him, but he didn't act coy, "Fine, that lunchbox really fits my temperament, so I'll accept it."

Returning to his seat and opening the lunchbox, he discovered it was full of good food.

For example, egg dumplings.

For example, chicken legs.

And a pork rib and winter melon soup.

Smelling the fragrance, Sun Manning looked over, "This food is really good; Zhang Zhiyong is really generous."

That's right, that's right.

In his memory, the Dim-witted One was always generous; even if he only had 5 yuan in his pocket, that guy could pull out 4.9 yuan to treat others, leaving a dime as capital.

In this regard, Zhang Zhiyong followed his father and was a bit superstitious, saying: That dime is wealth and joy, just like the decoy egg in a hen's nest; you can't spend it even if you die; it's to be used to make money breed money!

Li Heng said, "It should be a stir-fry from the staff cafeteria. Rich girl, do you want to eat some? I can't finish it alone."

Unexpectedly, Sun Manning refused directly, "Not eating, not interested. Tonight, Song Yu, Mai Sui, and I ate stir-fry, just not these dishes."

Fine then, if you don't want to eat, don't.

You're a rich girl, you don't care, you're awesome.

But I was just being polite to you; I'm so skinny I look like a pork rib, with not a few ounces of meat on my whole body. Let alone eating two meals in a row, three meals wouldn't be a problem.

The fragrant smell made the "hardworking three" around him extremely uncomfortable; several people secretly swallowed their saliva, extremely envious of the scene of someone tearing into a chicken leg.

Chen Lijun in the front row turned halfway, looked at him, and said, "Li Heng, your food is quite good today; it smells very, very tempting..."

Don't look at the girl who Liu Li admired so much as having a gentle appearance; because she was influenced by her family environment, she was also a master of rhetoric.

Before she could finish, Li Heng immediately stood up and said, "Alright, alright, classmate Lijun, stop right there! I'm really afraid of you; I'll go outside to eat."

Watching Li Heng slip out of the classroom in a flash, Sun Manning couldn't help but laugh:

"You're still the best, Lijun. You're the first one in our class to not give him any face like this."

Chen Lijun asked, "We're changing seats in a bit; are you still sitting here?"

Both girls were in the top ten of the class and had great autonomy in choosing seats, often able to pick the positions they wanted.

Sun Manning replied, "Let's see the situation; I want to sit with Mai Sui. I don't know if there's a chance?"

Chen Lijun was surprised, "You're not sitting with Li Heng anymore?"

In Class 204, almost everyone knew an unspoken rule: Don't fight with Sun Manning for Li Heng.

There were once two people who became his desk-mate with the idea of asking Li Heng for math advice, and the result...

The result was that there was no result.

Sun Manning directly found the head teacher afterward and used a trumped-up excuse to have the two classmates moved away, and she became Li Heng's desk-mate again.

Since then, no one had fought her for it again.

And the gossip that she had a crush on Li Heng spread from this.

Therefore, when they heard Sun Manning give up on Li Heng and seek to be desk-mates with Mai Sui, the few people in the front row appeared quite shocked, all turning their heads to look at her.

The look in their eyes... was full of thick gossip.

Facing everyone's gaze, Sun Manning used a half-true, half-false opening, "Don't look at me with those eyes; he's the one who finds me annoying."

"Eww...!"

High school students are like this; those around them are basically familiar classmates, and they play well together, so they don't have many scruples when talking. Seizing this rare opportunity, they teased her, which became one of the few opportunities to relax their bodies and minds.

Facing the chattering, unable to defend herself, Sun Manning used her brute strength, proudly raising her giraffe neck, "Pfft! Believe it or not, I don't care."

Around 6:55 PM.

Head teacher Wang Qi planted his short, stout body at the classroom door, and the classroom, which had been a bit noisy, instantly became silent.

Wang Qi was very satisfied with his own majesty; he knocked heavily on the door panel with his right hand and shouted to everyone:

"I'll give you two minutes to organize your desks, especially those fruit peels and paper scraps; take them all away. Don't leave your sloppy image for the next occupant of the desk!"

Hearing this, the students busied themselves, rummaging through boxes and cabinets; those organizing books organized books, and those cleaning up trash cleaned up trash.

There were even individual boys who secretly used pencil sharpeners to shave off a certain name in the corner of the desk, so as not to let others discover the evidence of their youth.

Hmm, at this time, pencil sharpeners were the kind of folding knives made of tin; some "chuuni" boys often used them in their mouths, going "biubiu," using them like Little Li's flying daggers, costing a dime each.

Don't look at Wang Qi as not being tall; he was a man whose word was law. He said three minutes, and it was three minutes, timing it perfectly, not a second off:

"Good! Time's up! Put down the work in your hands, go outside the classroom, and line up. Be sharp; don't make me say it a second time!"

Although the head teacher's first time was in a commanding tone, it was still negotiable, and the tone wasn't sharp, so it was still acceptable to the ears.

But if you dared to provoke him into saying it a second time, that was basically roaring; scolding you was a small matter, and he might even come over and kick you twice.

His kicking didn't distinguish between men and women, didn't distinguish between tall and short; no matter who you were, if you annoyed him, he kicked you regardless.

Even the 185cm tall guy in the class, if he said he'd get kicked, he'd get kicked, and afterward, the boy still had to lower his head and admit his mistake, not daring to have any complaints.

This phenomenon wasn't rare in the eighties; it should be considered a microcosm of an era.

Because it was popular in this period that "filial children come from under the stick."

In the eyes of teachers and parents, these naughty children were extremely unruly; if you didn't beat them for three days, they'd tear down the roof.

Generally, when parents sent their children to school, they would instruct the teacher like this: Teacher, thank you for your hard work in managing them strictly; if they don't listen, you help me beat them, beat them to death, don't be afraid of breaking them.

When the teacher heard this, they really beat them, and the parents didn't blame them at all, even smiling and pouring water for the teacher to wash their hands.

If this were in later generations, you try beating them?

Whoa! Terrible, look! It's going to turn the sky upside down; one way or another, there would be a few unlucky ones who would lose their jobs.

Of course, as the old saying goes, there are exceptions to everything.

Head teacher Wang Qi was fierce, but the few top students were treasures in his eyes; let alone beating them, even if they made mistakes, he always turned a blind eye.

For example, among the girls, there were Song Yu, Mai Sui, Sun Manning, and Chen Lijun.

And among the boys, there were Li Heng, Liu Li, Guo Deshu, Zou Aiming, and Liu Yejiang.

As everyone said: The "Nine-Thousand-Year-Old's" favoritism was blatant, not even covered up; he just wanted to piss you off! Piss you off! Make you jealous to death!

There was simply no fairness to speak of!

Uh, "Nine-Thousand-Year-Old" was the nickname the students secretly gave head teacher Wang Qi, commonly known as a flower name.

There were two origins for the flower name:

One was that the head teacher was extremely cruel.

In his second year of high school, a girl once wrote a love letter full of affection to a boy, which completely angered him, and she was punished to stand in the office for a day, the doors and windows were locked, and she had nowhere to eat breakfast or lunch; in the end, it was the classmates who secretly stuffed snacks through the door crack to save her.

Afterward, the girls complained that the head teacher didn't know how to cherish the fair sex, didn't understand romance, and cursed him as a dead eunuch.

The other was that the head teacher was over 40, but didn't grow a beard, and his face was cleaner than if a dog had licked it.

This was so strange!

Hey, and so the name "Nine-Thousand-Year-Old" came as requested.

PS: Hmm... the part with Li Heng and Song Yu has been slightly modified again, and some comments might have been swallowed, sorry.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 34 =====