Chapter 36: , People's Literature

February 11, 1987.

Not long after the beginning of spring, the sky over Shaoshi was still shrouded in haze, and it was chilly.

In the early morning, when the second hand pointed exactly to 6:20, the school's wake-up bell rang on time.

"Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!..."

Following closely were three sharp and urgent whistle sounds.

I don't know how Teacher Zhao, who was in charge of conduct points, practiced this unique skill?

Damn it, once the iron whistle sounded, let alone sleeping in, even your soul was blown away.

After the whistle, the school broadcast was at full power, playing the revolutionary song *Honghu Water Waves*.

Honghu water

Waves, waves, waves

Honghu shore

Is, yes, is home

Don't say, it had been a long time since he heard this song; at this moment, cooperating with this youthful and ignorant student era, Li Heng was immersed in the world of singing for a while, humming along in a low voice.

It actually felt quite good.

Just when he was singing happily like a little bird, Liu Li, who had finished washing next to him, was full of worry:

"Li Heng, I estimate I'm going to be 'displayed' today."

Displayed is commonly known as going up to the command platform.

It is the person who is dragged to the front by the school like a "clown" to be displayed when doing morning exercises or holding a school-wide teacher-student meeting.

In this era of very conservative thinking, if a student is displayed, it is an extremely shameful thing, and it is estimated that it will take ten days or half a month for the spirit to recover.

Zhang Zhiyong comforted him cheaply from the side, "You still have a display; I don't even have the qualifications to be displayed.

That kind of person like Chen Lijun doesn't look down on a poor student like me; you should be happy, this is an honor! It proves you are a man!"

Li Heng spat out the mouthwash, put away his toothbrush, and laughed, "See, you are at least better than Old Yong; he doesn't even have the courage to like Chen Lijun."

Hearing this, Liu Li became even more troubled and said listlessly, "Am I that bad in your heart? You actually compare me with a guy like Zhang Zhiyong?"

"Fuck! Your grandfather, I think your skin is itchy, I'm tired of beating you!" Zhang Zhiyong was furious, chasing Liu Li all the way to the playground.

When all the students in the third year of high school gathered on the small playground for morning exercises, the vice principal came through the crowd, holding one ear in each hand, and dragged Liu Yejiang and Zou Aiming, who had fought last night, to the command platform.

Liu Li luckily escaped a disaster, but the death penalty could be avoided, and the living penalty was unavoidable; he was dragged to the front row of the class by head teacher Wang Qi to lead the exercises.

Wang Qi patted his shoulder heavily and said with a blank face, "Do it well; if you don't do it well, you will do it here all morning."

After saying that, Wang Qi kicked Liu Li's thigh in front of several nearby classes and muttered, "You don't learn the good, you only learn the bad; your parents are so far away and can't manage you, so I'll clean you up for them."

Liu Li was disciplined so that he didn't dare to let out a fart, and with a red face and a drooping head, he followed the "1, 2, 3, 4..." on the broadcast and led the exercises.

But he didn't have athletic cells; this job was truly a bit difficult for him, plus he was very nervous being stared at by so many people, and that butt twisting and chest sticking out made people in several nearby classes laugh out loud.

Teacher Yang, the head teacher of Class 205 next door, also laughed and teased Wang Qi:

"Jingcheng Lao Wang, does your class have no one, or what? You pulled a mantis to lead the exercises?"

Wang Qi was fierce to his own class, but he was extremely protective of his own people to the outside, "What's wrong with a mantis? A mantis is also better looking than yours."

Teacher Yang carried his small hands, looking disgusted, "Look at your nonsense; this big guy Liu Li is estimated to not even be 100 pounds, he's skinny like a pork rib, where is the good-looking?"

Teacher Yang was nearly 180, and Wang Qi had to look up and stare to reach him, "Two packs of Bai Sha, each class pulls three out to stroll? If you lose, you lose, do you dare?"

Although Teacher Yang was the head teacher of 205, he was also the politics teacher of 204, so he narrowed his eyes unwillingly:

"Jingcheng Lao Wang, you are not tall but your heart is black! Isn't this obviously cheating? How about excluding Song Yu, Mai Sui, and Li Heng from your class, and I'll bet 5 packs with you."

At this time, Teacher Luo, the head teacher of Class 206 on the left, also joined in the fun, "Excluding 3 is too cruel, two, if you remove two, I'll also join in."

Wang Qi said, "Fine, remove Mai Sui and Li Heng, keep Song Yu."

Teacher Yang said, "Song Yu must be removed."

Teacher Luo agreed, "Agreed!"

Wang Qi was unwilling, waving his hands wildly, "If you can't afford to lose, go away, don't come here to lose face."

Don't look at the three of them making noise, they were actually colleagues and friends who had worked together for many years; one taught history, one taught politics, and one was math.

These three old urchins always gathered together to joke, and everyone was used to it.

In the early morning self-study, Wang Qi stood on the podium with a black face and gave orders, adjusting Zou Aiming's seat, arranging for a girl to sit with Chen Lijun in the first group.

After doing all this, he glanced at Li Heng and Song Yu again, but finally held back and didn't take action to break them up, planning to wait and see the results of the two's mock exams first.

Early morning self-study was generally English class. After the head teacher left, Wang Runwen in the corridor walked in, first strolled around, and then silently came to Li Heng's side.

She bent over and instructed in a low voice, "At 12:30 noon, *Harvest* magazine will call; remember to go on time, don't forget."

Li Heng responded okay.

After explaining the matter, Wang Runwen also looked at Song Yu, then looked at Li Heng, and then left the classroom to the office.

As soon as she entered the door, Wang Runwen asked with a smile, "Jingcheng Lao Wang, why didn't you separate them?"

Wang Qi drank hot tea, "Do you really think they have a problem?"

Wang Runwen found a stool and sat down, "I don't know about Song Yu, but Li Heng is definitely a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, with no good intentions."

Wang Qi asked curiously, "Didn't you say Li Heng was dating Chen Zi Jin?"

Wang Runwen crossed her legs and said, "The Chen family is powerful; you should have heard of it. Do you think they will have a play?"

Wang Qi pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you saying that kid realized this? Preparing to find someone else?"

Wang Runwen shook her head.

Seeing this, Wang Qi took a stack of letters out of the drawer and handed them to the other party.

Wang Runwen took them and asked, "What is this? Whose?"

Wang Qi told her, "They are all love letters written to Li Heng by girls from other classes; I intercepted them in the past two years, a total of 11."

Hearing this, Wang Runwen suddenly realized, "I said you come to the classroom first every morning; so you are doing this kind of thing?"

Wang Qi nodded and shook his head, laughing, "I have to do it; the three of them are too good at causing trouble."

Hearing this, Wang Runwen suddenly understood why Jingcheng Lao Wang wasn't in a hurry to change seats; he was likely planning to let Li Heng and Song Yu be shields for each other.

Beijing, People's Literature Magazine.

In a four-story red brick building, Chen Xiaomi locked her pink Dove bicycle and followed the flow of people to work to the second floor.

Like most office building layouts in this era, the north-south direction was the office, the middle was the corridor, the walls were painted with white putty, and there was a dark green skirt at the bottom.

"Good morning, Uncle Dai."

"Morning, little Chen."

"Sister Liao, morning."

"Yo, Xiaomi, your clothes are really good-looking; where did you buy them?"

"A friend gave them to me."

Sister Liao asked, "Is it a boyfriend?"

Chen Xiaomi smiled and shook her head.

"..."

"..."

"Hey, Xiaomi, why are you here today? Didn't you say you had something to ask for leave and let me substitute?"

Chen Xiaomi was in a good mood today, smiling and greeting her colleagues along the way, but just as she reached the office door, the voice of her good friend and colleague Zhou Chunlan came from inside.

She smiled and explained, "The matter was temporarily canceled, and I was afraid of being bored at home, so I came."

Zhou Chunlan hooked her fingers and said loudly, "You came just in time; there are a lot of new manuscripts today, and we are afraid we won't be able to finish reviewing them, and we are worried about working overtime.

Come and help us share the burden; look! This stack of manuscripts is for you."

"Okay." As an editor, reviewing external submissions was her duty, so she hurriedly put down her bag and walked over.

PS: I updated more than 4,800 words this morning and forgot to say it was a two-in-one, and the big bosses were still urging me, so it doesn't count. March had to post another chapter, sorry.

Also, the absurd conversation of the three head teachers was something March heard with her own ears during high school; don't blame me for messing around.

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