[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-505":6,"glossary-terms-4409":23},{"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},2259665,4409,"Chapter 505: The Wheat Ears Are Pregnant? (Requesting Monthly Votes!)","1987-my-era-chapter-505",505,"\u003Cp>The Great Blue Robe picked up the scattered vegetables and went to the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng plopped down on the sofa, reached for the receiver, and immediately dialed the Harvest Magazine office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called the editor-in-chief’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong dong dong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the phone rang once and connected; Liao’s voice came through: “Hello, who’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said: “Brother, it’s me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Brother, you’ve finally shown up! Yesterday evening, Teacher Yu called me back and said you’d returned to Lushan Village around 11 p.m. I went there this morning to find you, but got shut out.” Liao’s tone was full of teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Li Heng’s ears, these words sent a chill down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively glanced toward the staircase and asked tentatively: “When you went to Lushan Village, did you see Teacher Yu at home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao burst into laughter, laughing for a long while before jesting: “Brother, are you afraid of Teacher Yu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng brushed it off: “Afraid? Afraid of what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao guessed his thoughts but didn’t press, saying: “The windows and doors of Building 25 were closed. Or rather, all four of your small houses had their doors locked—none of you were home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Li Heng relaxed, apologizing: “I had an urgent matter outside and left early this morning. By the way, Brother, why did you rush to summon me back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of business, Liao dropped his jest and spoke seriously: “Didn’t you write back to Mr. Jin Yong? He called me yesterday and asked if he could visit you tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked instinctively: “Tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao said: “Yes, exactly tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “Has he already arrived on the mainland?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao replied: “After receiving your reply, Mr. Jin Yong immediately set out for the mainland. He crossed the border this morning and is currently in Yangcheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Li Heng said at once: “Fine, tomorrow it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao said: “Alright, I’ll inform him right away. I’ll notify you the moment I get any updates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He agreed, then after a moment’s thought, gave him the landline number here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao wrote down the number and asked curiously: “Isn’t this the number for Lushan Village?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng answered: “It’s Huang Zhao Yi’s house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao was stunned, looked down at the number on the paper, his heart pounding, then lowered his voice: “You and Zhao Yi…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng chuckled: “Don’t ask. Curiosity killed the cat. Just call back here later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao suddenly found his tea tasteless, his curiosity burning, but no matter how he probed, this younger brother refused to reveal anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting for a while longer, Liao gave up pressing: “By the way, Brother, Mr. Jin Yong loves calligraphy and has deep knowledge of ancient history. You might prepare a little on these two topics—it’ll give you something to talk about when you meet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng waved his hand confidently: “No problem. You’ve seen my handwriting before—these are both things I’m good at.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao had indeed seen Li Heng’s calligraphy—excellent, even better than his own—and now he felt reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng thought of something and asked: “Have you told Mr. Jin Yong my age or identity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was Liao’s turn to chuckle: “Not yet. I’m saving it as a surprise—I want to see his expression when he finds out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well then, this older brother was just as sly as they came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “Where should we meet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao said: “He wants to come to your home, to see your study. What do you think? If it’s inconvenient, you can refuse and pick another place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some thought, Li Heng agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the topic of Jin Yong, Liao shifted to “To Live” and “Bai Luyuan”: “Brother, congratulations! After the overseas rights for ‘To Live’ were licensed, it sold massively in Hong Kong and across the strait—Hong Kong has already sold over 100,000 copies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And across the strait, sales have surpassed 250,000 copies. The media there heavily recommended it, naming it one of the ten best books of 1988. I specifically asked a friend to track the news—apparently, eight of those ten best books were foreign literary classics. The prestige is extremely high.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another wave of fame and fortune came, and Li Heng was overjoyed: “How about ‘To Live’ in Japan, Korea, and Europe and America?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao said: “Those regions require translation into local languages, which takes time—so far, they haven’t been released yet, but it’s still worth looking forward to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng nodded. “To Live” had gained great reputation and solid sales, but it had never won any major literary awards. It was, undeniably, a great regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao continued: “‘Bai Luyuan’ is currently being printed in large quantities. The first batch of orders from Xinhua Bookstore has come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked urgently: “How many copies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In good spirits, Liao now played coy: “Guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guess what the hell!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng thought darkly but asked aloud: “Ten thousand copies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao laughed: “Too low. Guess again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “Fifteen thousand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao said: “You can dare to guess bigger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng blurted out a number: “Could it be 300,000?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao flipped open a document and read: “As of 11 a.m. today, the first batch of pre-orders reached 412,672 copies. Congratulations again, Brother—you’ve broken another record. Over 410,000 copies is enough to be recorded in modern Chinese literary history!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d guessed, hearing the actual number made Li Heng feel dizzy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was just the first batch from Xinhua Bookstore—410,000 copies. For other writers, it might take ten years to sell this many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply insane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also proved that “Bai Luyuan” was wildly popular, that his reputation as a writer in December was a golden brand—readers were eager to buy it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of quiet delight, Li Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The market had given him confidence—he hadn’t suffered a Waterloo on first orders. Damn it, he’d earned every bit of praise from the media, every “legendary writer” label.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After digesting the good news for a while, Li Heng asked: “What’s the price of ‘Bai Luyuan’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao said: “Eight yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng’s first reaction: “That much? It’s double the price of ‘To Live’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao explained: “Yes, it’s double. But ‘Bai Luyuan’ is nearly 600,000 characters long, while ‘To Live’ is only 300,000. Also, the market has changed—wages and prices keep rising. Eight yuan was a careful decision after internal discussions and market research.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—it wasn’t set on a whim.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This reminded Li Heng of “The Waste Capital,” which originally sold for 12 yuan, then kept rising as demand soared—peaking at 18 yuan per copy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that, hmm, eight yuan didn’t seem too high after all—it was within reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao told him: “‘Bai Luyuan’ launches on September 20. Be sure to pay attention. Also, how many sample copies do you need? I’ll bring them over tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng estimated: “Give me thirty. Better safe than sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao agreed readily: “No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call lasted a long time; afterward, they discussed various daily matters and the health of Old Master Ba for a while before hanging up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting down the receiver, Li Heng, nearly faint from hunger, checked the time—it was past 2 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! I ate well last night—how did three meals exhaust me so fast? Sigh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat on the sofa for a while, then called Li Wang to inquire about the shoe factory—another ten minutes passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one moment, he suddenly felt the urge to contact Teacher Yu—but then he realized where he was and immediately dropped the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it. I’ll deal with it when I get back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two calls, Li Heng went to the kitchen, but as soon as he reached the door, the strong aroma of meat hit him—he instantly felt refreshed, his appetite wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped in, peeked his head in, and asked: “How many more dishes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him, Huang Zhao Yi smiled, picked up chopsticks, and placed a piece of excellent hui guo rou near his mouth: “You must be starving. Almost done. Three dishes are ready; one more vegetable left. Here, taste this—check the salt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only last night had their relationship undergone a qualitative change; before, she would never have dared to feed him like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng glanced at her, played along, opened his mouth, and swallowed the hui guo rou whole. After chewing a few times, he praised: “Delicious! Smells great! Give me another piece.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Huang Zhao Yi’s spirits lifted, and she immediately fed him two more pieces herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ate, Li Heng chatted casually: “You’ve got a talent for cooking. Don’t waste it—learn all the common Hunan home dishes. Then I’ll have it good from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao Yi took his words to heart, resolved to find time to learn cooking properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood: this opportunity was rare—he’d never made requests of her before. Now that he had, it proved he truly saw her as his woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, this might be just a small step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for her, it was a monumental leap—filling her with joy and boundless energy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her focus on cooking, Li Heng stared at her profile for a while. He had to admit: setting aside past prejudices, this woman was truly beautiful—in figure, face, demeanor, and education, she had no flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in bed—she was a real temptress, utterly irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, the only woman who might outmatch her in bed was Mai Sui—that girl always triggered a powerful reaction in him every time he touched her. Before going to Beijing, he’d spilled millions of gold coins on her even through his pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made Mai Sui so shy—huh! And honestly, it had its own unique charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was satisfied, but Mai Sui had been living in constant anxiety these days—her normally regular period had been delayed three days and still hadn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help worrying: could she be pregnant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she secretly went to the library to research—and the books clearly stated that external ejaculation still carried a chance of pregnancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Mai Sui staring blankly in her chair, Zhou Shihe, returning from the library with three books, set them aside and came over to ask: “Suisui, are you feeling unwell? You’ve seemed preoccupied these past two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah! You’ve been spacing out all the time—never saw you like this before. Are you thinking about that bad guy Li Heng?” Ye Ning added, arriving with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d always gone to the library together, but today Mai Sui had stayed alone in the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid they’d notice something, Mai Sui snapped back: “I had a dream last night—my dad went north to do business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Ning frowned: “Going north to do business isn’t unusual. Your Shaodong goods are already sold in our Shanxi hometown village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Shihe knew a little: “You’re afraid something bad will happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui looked worried: “When we got our fortunes read earlier this year, the fortune-teller said my parents shouldn’t travel north these years—it invites disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Really?” Ye Ning’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui nodded and briefly recounted how she’d gone with Li Heng and Liao to get her fortune read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening, Zhou Shihe suggested: “Tomorrow’s Saturday. Why not go back to Lushan Village and stay? Call your family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe suggested going to Lushan Village because she felt Li Heng would return—implying she wanted him to comfort Mai Sui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how did she feel that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was a dream. Strange and bizarre—last night she dreamed of Li Heng, of the two of them skiing in Northeast China, of him pressing on top of her, kissing her lips. She woke up in the middle of the night and stayed wide-eyed until dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui also wanted to call home; she didn’t refuse the proposal, so the three women packed up and headed for Lushan Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, Zhou Shihe and Mai Sui drew frequent glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Zhou Shihe—because of her pure music album, her fame had climbed another level, reaching a new height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Fudan University today, you might not know who the president is, or who your advisor is—but you must have heard of Zhou Shihe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, across the entire campus, everyone is buzzing about Li Heng, Zhou Shihe, and Yu Shuheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the three involved, Li Heng keeps disappearing—he’s been gone for several days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Professor Yu only shows up at the School of Management during class; the rest of the time, he’s nowhere to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Zhou Shihe, who frequently appears in the library’s self-study room, bears the weight of every curious gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Ye Ning’s description: whether in class or the self-study room, every day seniors and juniors find ways to pass by Zhou Shihe, but dare not get too close, dare not greet her—only watching from afar, like lustful ghosts desperate to die but afraid to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Lushan Village, Professor Yu wasn’t home, so Mai Sui had to go outside to make a call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Ning lazily said: “It’s too hot! I’m melting! I’m going to take a shower first—you two go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe smiled gently and accompanied Mai Sui outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, she called home—no one answered the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only on the second call did her grandmother pick up. Mai Sui asked about her grandparents’ health, then about her parents’ whereabouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer left her deeply disappointed—her grandmother didn’t know where her parents had gone to do business, only that they’d gone to deliver goods and negotiate deals, and would return in two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After further probing, she still couldn’t get the buyer’s contact details, unable to determine whether her parents had gone south or north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried Mai Sui would overthink it, Zhou Shihe quickly comforted her: “It’s fine. They’ll be back in two days. We can call again then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With nothing else to do, Mai Sui had no choice—after all, it was just a fortune-telling. She couldn’t use that as an excuse to ask for leave and go home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention whether the school would approve the leave—she herself thought it absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing a pharmacy, Mai Sui suddenly stopped, her gaze lingering hesitantly at the shop’s entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe, perceptive as ever, noticed her friend’s subtle action and asked: “Want to buy medicine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui hesitated intensely. After walking twenty steps forward, she stopped again, pressed her lips tightly, and said: “Shihe, wait here for me—I’ll be right back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe looked puzzled—buying medicine required leaving her alone? But she didn’t press it, and readily agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under her friend’s watchful gaze, Mai Sui steadied herself and walked into the pharmacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Mai Sui emerged, softly saying: “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe murmured in response, but her eyes subtly scanned her friend’s hands—both were empty, no medicine in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, her gaze moved imperceptibly to Mai Sui’s pant pocket—still, she found nothing useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: pregnancy test strip?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t consider birth control pills or condoms—Li Heng had been away for days, so neither was needed, nor urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Mai Sui’s worries weren’t just about her parents going north—she was also afraid she might be pregnant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Li Heng and Mai Sui already crossed the final boundary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe’s gaze lingered over her friend, then lifted to the heavy, twilight sky—suddenly feeling stifled, as if another storm was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui was like a sister to her; they usually spoke openly, never hiding anything from each other. But today’s act of buying medicine revealed too many suspicious points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively thought of pregnancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back on campus, Zhou Shihe cautiously asked: “Have you been in touch with him lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Mai Sui shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Heng went to Jingcheng, he’d either visit Song Yu or Chen Zijin—Mai Sui had promised never to interfere in his personal relationships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So whenever Li Heng went north, Mai Sui automatically cut off contact, asking nothing about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the end of the alley, Mai Sui glanced at No. 26 and said to her friend: “I’ll clean up. You rest for a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng had been gone for two days—Mai Sui knew he loved cleanliness and wanted to tidy the house before he returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, cleaning was only part of it—determining whether she was pregnant was now her most urgent need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe agreed, but her eyes flickered quickly over her friend’s pant pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If before, at the pharmacy door, it was only speculation, now she was 70% certain: Mai Sui had bought a pregnancy test strip today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Mai Sui enter No. 26, Zhou Shihe paused in the center of the alley, then turned her gaze to No. 25—and unexpectedly recalled Shen Xin’s eight aphorisms left inside *Jane Eyre*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought: the women around him kept falling one after another, yet Yu Shuheng remained stuck in place—those eight aphorisms were wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Posted first, revised later. Double moon tickets, guys—please cast your moon tickets to help me climb the rankings this March!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Still more)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2837,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dc576b3e41e308c2aa68c6ea90b1f14998573fe7668937dd5b9428f59d8e43b3","1987-my-era-chapter-506","1987-my-era-chapter-504",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg",{"terms":24,"userReplacements":190},[25,30,35,40,45,50,55,60,65,70,75,80,85,90,95,100,105,110,115,120,125,130,135,140,145,150,155,160,165,170,175,180,185],{"id":26,"raw_term":27,"original_term":28,"translations":29},1802890,"Li Heng","李恆",[],{"id":31,"raw_term":32,"original_term":33,"translations":34},1802891,"Xiao Han","肖涵",[],{"id":36,"raw_term":37,"original_term":38,"translations":39},1802892,"Yang Yingwen","楊應文",[],{"id":41,"raw_term":42,"original_term":43,"translations":44},1802893,"Editor Liao","廖主編",[],{"id":46,"raw_term":47,"original_term":48,"translations":49},1802894,"Zou Ping","鄒平",[],{"id":51,"raw_term":52,"original_term":53,"translations":54},1802895,"Old Master Ba","巴老爺子",[],{"id":56,"raw_term":57,"original_term":58,"translations":59},1802896,"Song Yu","宋妤",[],{"id":61,"raw_term":62,"original_term":63,"translations":64},1802897,"Chen Zijin","陳子衿",[],{"id":66,"raw_term":67,"original_term":68,"translations":69},1802898,"Xiao Feng","肖鳳",[],{"id":71,"raw_term":72,"original_term":73,"translations":74},1802899,"Chen Xiaomi","陳小米",[],{"id":76,"raw_term":77,"original_term":78,"translations":79},1802900,"Chen Siya","陳思雅",[],{"id":81,"raw_term":82,"original_term":83,"translations":84},1802901,"Fu Yanjie","付岩傑",[],{"id":86,"raw_term":87,"original_term":88,"translations":89},1802902,"Mai Sui","麥穗",[],{"id":91,"raw_term":92,"original_term":93,"translations":94},1802903,"Tun Run'e","田潤娥",[],{"id":96,"raw_term":97,"original_term":98,"translations":99},1802904,"Su Daji","蘇妲己",[],{"id":101,"raw_term":102,"original_term":103,"translations":104},1802905,"Liu Yue","柳月",[],{"id":106,"raw_term":107,"original_term":108,"translations":109},1802906,"Liu Jia","劉佳",[],{"id":111,"raw_term":112,"original_term":113,"translations":114},1802907,"Li Jianguo","李建國",[],{"id":116,"raw_term":117,"original_term":118,"translations":119},1802908,"Teacher Yu","余老師",[],{"id":121,"raw_term":122,"original_term":123,"translations":124},1802909,"Yu Shuheng","余淑恆",[],{"id":126,"raw_term":127,"original_term":128,"translations":129},1802910,"Li Lan","李蘭",[],{"id":131,"raw_term":132,"original_term":133,"translations":134},1802911,"Zhou Shihe","周詩禾",[],{"id":136,"raw_term":137,"original_term":138,"translations":139},1802912,"Sun Manning","孫曼寧",[],{"id":141,"raw_term":142,"original_term":143,"translations":144},1802913,"Ye Ning","葉寧",[],{"id":146,"raw_term":147,"original_term":148,"translations":149},1802914,"Liu Yanling","劉艷玲",[],{"id":151,"raw_term":152,"original_term":153,"translations":154},1802915,"Wei Xiaozhu","魏曉竹",[],{"id":156,"raw_term":157,"original_term":158,"translations":159},1802916,"Fake Daoist","假道士",[],{"id":161,"raw_term":162,"original_term":163,"translations":164},1802917,"Zhang Zhiyong","張志勇",[],{"id":166,"raw_term":167,"original_term":168,"translations":169},1802918,"Yang Cheng","陽成",[],{"id":171,"raw_term":172,"original_term":173,"translations":174},1802919,"Huang Zhaoyi","黃昭儀",[],{"id":176,"raw_term":177,"original_term":178,"translations":179},1802920,"Huang Ziyue","黃子悅",[],{"id":181,"raw_term":182,"original_term":183,"translations":184},1802921,"Principal Sun","孫校長",[],{"id":186,"raw_term":187,"original_term":188,"translations":189},1802922,"Dai Qing","戴清",[],{}]