Chapter 43

Egg fried rice with an extra egg!

This level of self-indulgence was something even the fried rice boss hadn't seen in this day and age, let alone the English teacher.

Seeing him eating with such relish, shoveling it into his mouth bite after bite without stopping, Wang Runwen, who had no appetite, couldn't help but ask:

"Is it tastier with an extra egg?"

Although this woman looked tender, juicy, and tempting, she was a teacher, which was useless and impossible to bite into; Li Heng still felt that eating was more important.

So he casually brushed her off: "Asking is useless; you'll know once you eat it yourself."

Hearing this, Wang Runwen scanned the surroundings, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she actually used a spoon to scoop half a spoonful from the edge of his bowl and put it into her mouth.

After chewing carefully a few times, she frowned and said: "The egg flavor is too strong; it lacks the fragrance of the rice. It's not as good as mine."

Li Heng glanced at her: "How is that possible? Doesn't my saliva have a bonus effect?"

Wang Runwen glared at him: "Is your saliva fragrant?"

Li Heng continued shoveling the egg fried rice: "I don't know if it's fragrant, but everyone who has eaten it says it's good."

Wang Runwen laughed in anger: "Have you kissed Chen Zijin?"

Since she already knew about the incident in the small woods on the east side, Li Heng simply stopped pretending and shamelessly stated: "She likes swallows carrying new mud; she often takes the initiative to find me to build a nest."

Wang Runwen gently tapped the edge of the bowl with her spoon and said expressionlessly: "You pay for this meal."

Li Heng suddenly felt that the rice wasn't fragrant anymore and looked up: "Ah?"

Wang Runwen ignored his hard-earned innocent expression and paid no attention to him, treating him like air.

Li Heng turned around and shouted to the boss: "Boss, do you have vinegar here?"

The boss asked in astonishment: "I have vinegar, do you want to put it in the fried rice?"

Li Heng said: "Try eating something sour; I have no appetite."

"Alright, wait a moment."

The boss put down his work, wiped his hands randomly on his apron, bent down to get a bottle of old vinegar, and walked over, but suddenly said:

"Young man, settle the bill first."

I ask you for vinegar, and you ask me to settle the bill?

This turn of events was too abrupt, wasn't it?

Li Heng was stunned for a few seconds, and when he reacted and turned around quickly, holy crap! He discovered that the English teacher had already silently reached the school gate.

Damn it, he said so; this boss changed his face faster than turning a book. It turned out the financier had run away, and he was afraid he would eat a free meal.

Li Heng stared blankly at that alluring back like a fool, his heart bleeding: Money, come back...!

Wang Runwen seemed to sense something and looked back at him with a smile before entering the guard room.

But this smile wasn't bright at all; it was full of sarcasm!

Egg fried rice cost 28 cents a serving. Adding an egg made it even more expensive, costing 36 cents.

The two together came to 64 cents.

How miserable! The living expenses he had on him weren't enough for 10 meals.

Damn it! He had lost big; Comrade Tian Run'e would have to sell five jin of rice to break even on this 64 cents.

Counting out the small bills from his pocket and handing them over gloomily, Li Heng complained: "Boss, you won't have repeat customers doing business like this."

The boss gave a fawning smile and explained apologetically: "I'm sorry, young man. I've been getting eaten and drunk for free a lot lately, and I'm a bit scared.

Their tactics are all about the same; they leave one by one. I'm getting old, my legs and feet aren't convenient, and I can't catch up..."

In a place like Shao Yang City, where the folk customs have been tough since ancient times, could you be a good boss if you didn't get eaten for free?

You have to get used to it!

Li Heng slandered in his heart and emphasized: "That is our English teacher from No. 1 Middle School."

The boss shook his head: "My wife used to run this stall, but she left recently, and I just took over. I don't recognize people..."

Li Heng's mouth opened, feeling like he was facing a pile of cotton, with nowhere to exert his strength.

Sigh! We are all miserable people.

The 5th and 6th periods in the afternoon were math.

The math teacher's surname was Pan, and he had a well-known habit: as long as it was a class for Class 204, he would arrive at the classroom 10 minutes early.

This habit was rain or shine, unshakable.

What was he coming for?

Of course, it was to learn a lesson; he was coming to look through Li Heng's math supplementary books.

It was probably in the second semester of the second year of high school that the math teacher spent a whole period explaining a very difficult comprehensive inequality problem in detail.

During that class, Li Heng was dizzy and kept his head on the desk. When the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, he, who was starving, instinctively sprang up from his seat, ready to go eat.

At that moment, the math teacher hadn't quite finished speaking and was staring straight at the lunch box in his hand.

Li Heng had long held a grudge against this math teacher, feeling that he was far inferior to the math teacher from the first year of high school and that he was too slow.

So, in a moment of heat, the young and frivolous Li Heng used a simple method to solve the problem on the blackboard.

Using oral narration, in four steps, he gave the answer in less than a minute.

The answer was greater than or equal to 2.

Li Heng still remembered the scene at that time; the math teacher first glanced at the answer in the lesson plan, and then his face was smiling but clearly a bit unnatural.

At that time, the whole class was silent, all turning their heads to look at him.

Even Zou Aiming, who was also very dissatisfied with the math teacher, couldn't help but say: "Math still has to be our Old Heng; this is a master!"

Afterward, the head teacher Wang Qi specifically called Li Heng and Zou Aiming to the office to counsel them, urging them to learn to respect teachers and pay attention to methods in doing things.

Ever since then, the math teacher had developed the habit of coming to the classroom early.

But these were all old stories.

Under the earnest explanation of Teacher Wang Qi, Class 204 slowly accepted this slow-paced teacher, and their relationship was now quite harmonious.

"Hey, how did you think of this method?" Flipping through the book, the math teacher happily asked him about a parabola problem.

Facing the teacher's question, he wasn't panicked at all.

During these days, Li Heng had long discovered that rebirth was just having an extra few decades of life experience; the knowledge originally in his mind hadn't been forgotten.

This was the source of his confidence in taking the college entrance examination.

It was also the reason why he had been working overtime to finish "To Live" recently.

Li Heng leaned over to look and spent 5 minutes discussing the problem with the teacher.

When the bell rang for class, the math teacher smiled and whispered to him: "There is something on page 186."

Mm?

Li Heng flipped to page 186 in a daze, and sure enough, there was something: a folded heart-shaped note.

Almost without opening it, he could guess what the content inside was.

Sun Manning in the front row stared fixedly at the letter paper and asked suspiciously:

"Who sent this secretly under my nose? How come I didn't see anyone?"

Seeing that Li Heng was even more confused than she was, she turned to ask Mai Sui: "Mai Sui, did you see anyone approach his desk?"

Mai Sui shook her head charmingly.

Sun Manning looked toward Song Yu.

Song Yu smiled beautifully and shook her head as well.

At this time, Chen Lijun on the right chimed in: "It should be a girl from another class. I saw that person staying at Li Heng's desk when I came to the classroom this morning."

Sun Manning stood up with a whoosh: "Lijun, do you recognize that person?"

Chen Lijun recalled for a moment and said: "She looks a bit familiar; I should have seen her on campus, but I don't know her name."

"Can you recognize her next time you see her?"

"I should be able to."

Sun Manning, not afraid of trouble, rubbed her hands and said: "After dinner, let's go around to other classes."

Song Yu: "..."

Mai Sui: "..."

Li Heng: "..."

Chen Lijun: "..."

Sun Manning reached out: "Li Heng, give me the love letter; I'll treat you to two small stir-fry meals."

Li Heng was speechless: "This is my business; why are you so worried?"

Sun Manning quibbled: "How is this just your business? Chen Zijin is my best friend; I have to keep an eye on you for her."

Li Heng said: "Song Yu is also her best friend and my desk mate; let her keep an eye on me; that's more convenient."

Hearing this, Sun Manning and Mai Sui looked at each other simultaneously, their eyes full of laughter, and the laughter full of deep meaning.

Regarding this, Song Yu acted as if she hadn't heard or seen anything, quietly opening her textbook, unscrewing her fountain pen, and preparing to listen to the lecture.

Math class was relatively difficult for ordinary liberal arts students, but for him, it was a score-boosting item, easy and pleasant.

He continued to immerse himself in his own world writing "To Live," not caring at all what the teacher was saying above.

Song Yu had noticed his strangeness these past few days and had also tactfully advised him, but unfortunately, it had no effect.

Now she was struggling, thinking: Should I tell Zijin about this situation?

Let Zijin contact him personally?

After all, in the eyes of these good students, the college entrance examination was the top priority, and novels could be written at any time.

Seeing that Song Yu had looked at him implicitly 5 times during the class, Li Heng felt a stir and directly handed the love letter to her.

And attached a note, the content of which was: Help me keep it.

Afraid that others would see and misunderstand, Song Yu covered the love letter with a book, hesitated for a moment, and replied with a note.

Asking him: When will your novel be finished?

Li Heng replied: Tomorrow, probably.

Getting the answer, Song Yu put away the note and continued to listen to the lecture attentively.

For the next period of time, Li Heng had been sprinting, making the final effort for the completion of "To Live."

Just about the estimated time, at 9 minutes past 12 noon the next day, he wrote the last word.

Seeing him let out a long sigh, his face full of relief, Song Yu, who understood, quietly handed over a note: Finished writing?

He replied: Mm...

Just as he finished writing the word "Mm" and intended to reply with more words, the bell for the end of class rang.

As if timed, the English teacher appeared at the classroom door at the right moment.

She shouted: "Li Heng, your telegram."

Li Heng ran out of the classroom immediately and asked urgently: "Teacher, where is it from?"

In front of many students, the English teacher didn't say much, and only after entering the head teacher's office did she hand him two telegram forms: "See for yourself."

Li Heng took the telegram, looked down, and wow! His heart became incredibly hot instantly.

He saw the telegram content with the header "People's Literature": Our agency has accepted your submission and has sent editor Chen Xiaomi to your location to negotiate publication matters...

Hey!

This stinking woman came in person?

Not to be hypocritical, Li Heng had been waiting for this day for a long time.

He really wanted to see what kind of expression the proud child of heaven who used to look down on him would have when she found out he was the writer "December."

Li Heng never claimed to be a magnanimous person; in this messy society, just being able to live was already very hard.

For those he couldn't afford to offend, he had to endure; that was no way around it, that was for survival.

And if he faced an enemy, an enemy he could vent his anger on, even a slight hesitation would be a disservice to his two lifetimes of being a person.

(End of chapter)