[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-44":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","1987: My Era",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2259204,4409,"Chapter 44: C! C! C+ Know What I Mean?","1987-my-era-chapter-44",44,"\u003Cp>Putting aside the telegram from \"People's Literature,\" Li Heng began reviewing the second telegram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second telegram came from Shanghai’s \"Harvest\" magazine, and its content was nearly identical to that of \"People's Literature.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply notified him in advance that \"Harvest\" had also sent an editor over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng compared the timestamps of the two telegrams and burst out laughing—ha! They were in perfect sync, sending editors at the exact same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed his prediction was right: when he unveiled \"To Live,\" such a high-stakes masterpiece, both \"People's Literature\" and \"Harvest\" had discerning eyes and took it seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you two clash when you meet—fight hard! Don’t hold back on me; whoever wins gets a bottle of soda from me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uh… if Chen Xiaomi wins, then screw the soda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget rewards—if it weren’t for Chen Zijin and Chen Gaoyuan’s faces, he’d have been furious long ago and personally jumped in to tear them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The homeroom teacher wasn’t here; only the two of them were in the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher flicked her long hair and said, “I didn’t expect they’d value you this much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng waved the two telegrams in his hand, smugly: “Look who wrote these! Look at what they say!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, someone burst through the door crying and begging to quit and marry me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s called rare merchandise, you know…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the word “know” had even left his lips, the office suddenly changed— a long leg shot out and kicked Li Heng squarely in the ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect? Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng, who had just been gloating, lurched violently forward and slammed face-first into the gray-white wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow! Fuck, that hurts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng clutched his throbbing forehead and spun around, furious: “What the hell, Teacher! You’re serious? You hit that hard? Don’t you know how heavy you are?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Run’s eyes, already dangerously narrowed, narrowed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She enunciated slowly: “Height 165, weight 108 jin—too heavy???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng glanced at her chest—fuck, who the hell asked about height and weight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>C! C! C+—you know what those mean, right?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing his gaze, Wang Run, arms crossed, narrowed her eyes into slits and spoke coldly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you don’t want to live. Do you think I won’t gouge out your eyes and feed them to the dogs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I believe it! Fine, I believe it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women raised in abusive homes are unpredictable—so damn unkind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respecting her position and adhering to the principle that a good man doesn’t fight women, Li Heng wisely stepped back and decided to go eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him leave, the English teacher called from behind: “The editors are coming—do you want me to accompany you to buy new clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng stopped and looked himself up and down: “Are my clothes that bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher sneered, delivering a merciless blow: “Sun Manning’s dog dresses better than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen Sun’s white dog—plump, and its fabric was indeed better than his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was deeply depressed—he’d lived two lives and still hadn’t lived as well as a dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his pockets inside out and declared bluntly: “No money. Can I live off soft meals?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Run walked over, arms crossed, circled him once with a sly smile, and teased: “Too skinny. Kill you and you won’t yield more meat than a sheep. Not worth it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a victor’s smugness, she walked away without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng touched his ribs—truly pitiful—and sighed, then stepped out after her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, it’s Lantern Festival today. I’ll give you a chance to treat me to dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Run swept her hair aside with her right hand: “I could be your mother. Go keep Song Yu company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was mealtime; not a soul was visible in the corridor. The two bantered like old friends, quickly descending from the third floor to the first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really won’t treat me to dinner?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m about to become a famous writer—soon, countless people will want to eat with me. When that happens, even if you want to treat me, you’ll have to book ahead. Don’t regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, you should smile. That laugh of yours is so cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’m going to the cafeteria.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They parted near the basketball court; Wang Run was called over by a female teacher she was close with, and they chatted and laughed as they left campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng, who’d hoped to sneak a meal, wasted a lot of breath and ended up empty-handed—grumpily heading toward the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year’s senior class had fifteen classes, over nine hundred students, roughly half arts and half science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, during sophomore year when they chose tracks, his science skills were stronger—he’d never scored below 95 on any physics exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he seemed inherently incompatible with chemistry. It wasn’t that the subject was hard—he just never, not once from middle school to high school, calculated the final problem correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insane, right? Not even once!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t lack the ability to solve it or write the chemical formulas—he just couldn’t compute the right answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the final exam of the second semester of freshman year, he finished the last problem early. With plenty of time left, he enthusiastically began checking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when his mental flaw fully erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalculated the final problem nine times—and got nine different answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his repeatedly altered answers, the small temper he’d long suppressed finally exploded—he crumpled the exam paper in his right hand, nearly going mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently swore: One last time. If the tenth calculation still gives the wrong answer, I’ll never touch chemistry again in this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome was obvious—he chose arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after his homeroom teacher pleaded with him for four hours and unilaterally changed his track from arts to science, he refused to budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Funny thing was, when he chose arts, Zhang Zhiyong and Zou Ai—who’d come to school with him—both switched from science to arts too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong’s excuse: “I’m just here to fill space. As long as I get into college, it doesn’t matter if it’s arts or science. The key is sticking together with my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked Zou Ai: “And you? Why switch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zou Ai’s reason was even better: “All the pretty girls went to arts. Arts are visually pleasing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year, the senior class was separated from the first and second years, not in the same area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, with over nine hundred seniors eating at the same time, the cafeteria couldn’t possibly hold them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng walked into the cafeteria and saw nothing but a sea of heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, there was a habitual eating spot—usually in the left corner of the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he found Zhang Zhiyong, he was sitting with Liu Li, Chen Lijun, and Mai Sui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two had guts today—daring to sit with them? Strange, it surprised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Zhang Zhiyong was a packed lunchbox—left for Li Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng plopped down, grabbed his own box like he owned it, and asked curiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Dumbass, why are you guys eating with the beauties today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! I’ve told you a hundred times—don’t call me that nickname outside the village!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong was furious, snatched the lunchbox from his hand, and hugged it close, muttering: “No food for you! Starve, you bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Heng wasn’t fazed—he turned to the two girls: “Why are only you two here? Where are Sun Manning and Song Yu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lijun grinned, her dimples showing, and teased: “Come on, Li Heng—who are you really asking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Mai Sui, Dumbass, and Liu Li watching him, Li Heng wasn’t worried: “Fine, I’ll ask about Song Yu first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft~ I knew you cared about Song Yu. Her parents came for lunch.” Chen Lijun looked smug, as if she’d known all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng wasn’t surprised Chen Lijun knew his business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Zijin left, she, Song Yu, and Sun Manning practically lived together, inseparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Mai Sui’s usual lunch partner was Chen Lijun, but the two girls sometimes joined Chen Zijin and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Chen Zijin left, the girls who were already close became even closer—the two groups seemed to be merging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they shared a lot of information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, when seating was rearranged a few days ago, Li Heng’s intentions were obvious—he couldn’t hide it from Mai Sui or Chen Lijun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Li and Zhang Zhiyong, however, looked genuinely shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Zhang Zhiyong, who wasn’t sensitive to romantic matters—his confused face screamed a giant question mark!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1413,"2026-06-19T15:27:33.982Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9478deaa5a835fb313ecd57d1a855585e322588fddf63d2af8c8733459b522e3","1987-my-era-chapter-45","1987-my-era-chapter-43",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]