Chapter 514: The Great Writer

Just as Li Heng and Mai Sui were tenderly embracing, a knock suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

The two pulled apart, both eyes filled with confusion.

Who is it?

If it were Zhou Shihe, the gate wasn't locked—just lightly shut—so why knock?

Li Heng said, "I'll go check."

Mai Sui followed him into the courtyard.

Opening the gate, he found two strangers outside—a man and a woman—completely unknown to him. Each carried two heavy bags.

Seeing Li Heng through the gate, the woman instantly recognized him as the famed musical prodigy and smiled as she introduced herself: "We've been sent by Miss Zhou to deliver some items."

Miss Zhou?

Could it be Zhou Shihe?

Something occurred to Li Heng, and he asked, "Food?"

"Yes, some cooking ingredients," the woman said, opening one of the bags.

Li Heng leaned in and saw several pairs of abalone, softshell turtle, and various fresh meats.

Wow! These things must be expensive.

Damn, it's great to be rich and well-connected!

Without time to think further, after confirming everything was correct, Li Heng quickly led them into the kitchen.

Mai Sui, ever virtuous, poured each of them a cup of tea.

But they merely accepted politely, thanked her, didn't drink, and after exchanging courteous words with Li Heng, left.

After seeing the man and woman out the gate, Mai Sui said to him, "Stay home and wait for me—I'm going over to see Shihe next door."

Li Heng thought for a moment: "I'll go with you."

Mai Sui smiled softly and agreed.

Closing the courtyard gate, the two entered Building 27.

Because their kiss had lasted over ten minutes and they'd been delayed earlier, Zhou Shihe had already finished bathing and was now washing clothes.

She had a washing machine at home, but women, after all, prefer hand-washing intimate garments for cleanliness and hygiene.

Upon entering, they saw a basin full of private clothing—Li Heng and Zhou Shihe both froze, silently locking eyes across the room for two seconds.

Soon after, Li Heng quickly turned away, making some excuse to leave, though his mind was anything but calm—filled entirely with white?

Watching his retreating figure, Zhou Shihe felt a tremor in her chest, as if a string had been plucked. Fortunately, raised in the Zhou family, she had long cultivated an unflappable demeanor.

Mai Sui noticed nothing unusual and sat on a nearby chair. "Shihe, someone just brought over some seafood and meats."

Zhou Shihe replied calmly, "Alright, I'll handle it after I finish washing."

Mai Sui volunteered: "You'll be busy tonight—I'll help you in the kitchen."

Zhou Shihe smiled gently and agreed.

That evening, Zhou Shihe and Mai Sui worked in the kitchen, preparing dishes for tomorrow's guests.

Li Heng stayed upstairs, never coming down—he read, practiced calligraphy, and researched.

Jin Yong loved calligraphy and history—both were his strengths, and he handled them effortlessly.

Perhaps due to his past life's influence by the system, he was meticulous—even when confident, he prepared again to avoid any mishap.

At just after 11 p. ., Teacher Yu arrived, having slept on the sofa.

She lingered briefly at the kitchen door, chatting with Mai Sui and the other woman, then went upstairs and walked straight into the study.

Seeing him practicing calligraphy, she stepped quietly beside him and observed for a long while before praising softly: "Excellent—brushstrokes flow smoothly, composition harmonious, every character strong and alive. A masterful hand."

The paper before him bore the text of "Qinyuanchun · Snow."

Hearing her familiar voice, Li Heng turned and smiled: "Teacher rarely praises anyone so highly."

Yu Shuheng smiled warmly, utterly unlike the cold woman who'd ordered him out hours earlier. Seeing he'd finished, she pushed him aside, lifted the paper with both hands, studied it intently, then gazed at him with starlit eyes and whispered sweetly: "How about you give this calligraphy to your teacher?"

Li Heng hesitated: "I haven't practiced in a long time—my hand's rusty. Let me write another, better one for you."

Yu Shuheng refused: "No need. The best things are born of inspiration—accidental, effortless. If you force it, you lose the soul."

As she spoke, she turned back, smiled, and whispered into his ear: "Just like when your teacher first saw the little man."

The words held no vulgarity, yet their effect was devastating. Li Heng's heart stirred, his nose filled with her faint feminine scent, his body acutely aware of her fullness—he nearly lost control.

Noticing his swallowing had quickened, Yu Shuheng was thoroughly pleased with her allure. She stepped back slightly and asked: "What time will Mr. Jin Yong arrive tomorrow?"

Li Heng glanced at her full chest: "Nine."

Seeing his lingering gaze, Yu Shuheng smiled faintly, then casually reached for the top button of her blouse and undid one.

Under his stare, she slowly undid a second, revealing the inner lace.

Li Heng's eyes locked onto it instantly.

Yu Shuheng's hand slid down to the third, most crucial button. She tilted her head, studying him with a half-smile: "Want me to help you undo it?"

Li Heng tried to resist—but after several failed attempts, he couldn't hold back. He stepped forward, drawn by some unseen force, and lunged at her.

Damn it!

She was already stunning enough—add the Yu family's prestige and her status as a university professor, and her scholarly aura overwhelmed him. In this sweltering summer heat, even a thin veil was unbearable!

And on top of that, the usually icy Yu teacher had deliberately seduced him—his blood pressure shot to its peak.

On top of the earlier stimulation from Mai Sui, his desire was now fully ignited—he pounced like a leopard.

He lunged hard, but Yu Shuheng, prepared, moved faster—a quick duck and dodge—and he missed, crashing heavily into the bookshelf.

A loud thud echoed as his body slammed into the shelves. Dozens of books tumbled down, scattering across the floor with a rustling crash.

Seeing this, Yu Shuheng's lips curled into a wide grin. Calmly, she rebuttoned the two undone buttons and teased: "I thought you had more self-control. Turns out you were just pretending."

Li Heng ignored her, turned, and walked toward her again.

Yu Shuheng had planned to dodge again—but then footsteps sounded at the stairwell. She stopped moving, standing elegantly in place, watching him with a gaze full of quiet provocation.

Li Heng frowned, his right hand, already reaching for her waist, reluctantly withdrew. He muttered a threat: "Wait till we get to Aba—I'll settle this then."

Yu Shuheng only smiled, watching him, offering no other reaction.

For the first time in her life, she had deliberately used her allure to seduce a man—and found she had a natural talent for it, far exceeding her expectations.

Especially knowing there were two beautiful rivals downstairs, a forbidden thrill filled her heart.

She knew—he knew—this little man relished the taboo as much as she did.

Otherwise, with his vast experience with women, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly to her.

Of course, both understood this pleasure was forbidden—but neither would foolishly break the silence.

Because once you expose something, you destroy its mystery—and with it, its flavor.

As footsteps drew nearer, Li Heng glanced down at his bulge, fearing exposure. Without thinking, he crouched, pretending to pick up books to hide his embarrassment.

Yu Shuheng's eyes darted swiftly over his crotch, then turned toward the doorway.

Soon, two figures appeared at the door—Sun Man and Ye Ning.

Seeing Yu Shuheng inside, Sun Man blinked and called out: "Teacher."

Behind her, Ye Ning followed: "Teacher."

In public, Yu Shuheng naturally carried the grace of a refined lady—she smiled and nodded in greeting.

After the greetings, Sun Man turned to Li Heng: "Li the Great Writer, Principal Sun asked me to tell you—tomorrow, many reporters may come, and some officials might too. The school plans to hold a formal press conference at Xianghui Hall. Do you agree?"

Li Heng asked: "Did you just come from the Student Union?"

"Of course. Me and Ningning have been working nonstop at Xianghui Hall preparing for your debut. The entire Student Union and several teachers only just finished." Sun Man was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

Li Heng looked at Teacher Yu.

Teacher Yu understood instantly and nodded: "At this point, your identity can't be hidden anymore. I'll call Principal Sun."

Li Heng instinctively checked the time: "Isn't it too late to call now?"

Sun Man interrupted: "No, Principal Sun just left Xianghui Hall—he and Professor Lin were guiding us all along."

This was unexpected news.

Li Heng and Yu Shuheng exchanged glances. Unlike the two girls outside, they fully grasped how seriously the school took this press conference.

Yu Shuheng calculated the time: "The principal should be home by now—I'll call him back."

"Oh, okay," Li Heng replied.

Teacher Yu left.

Sun Man and Ye Ning stepped inside. Sun Man eyed the scattered books suspiciously: "Hey, Li Heng, why are all the books on the floor? Did you two just fight?"

Li Heng didn't bother explaining—just asked: "Do you think I'd dare hit Teacher Yu?"

"Oh! Right—you wouldn't. Even if you're the top writer, she's still your professor. If word got out, you'd be branded a traitor to your teacher—your reputation ruined. And besides, Teacher Yu's status isn't something to mess with." As she spoke, Sun Man's suspicion vanished.

Ye Ning didn't suspect either.

Or rather, despite their usual wild, carefree chatter, they simply never considered anything romantic between them.

After all—one was a teacher, one a student. It was inappropriate.

While helping pick up books, Ye Ning suddenly dropped: "Li Heng, Li the Great Writer, Li the Great Musician—my cousin's here."

Li Heng thought he'd misheard: "Who?"

Sun Man paused, turning to her friend, equally convinced she'd hallucinated.

Ye Ning repeated: "My cousin—Ye Zhanyan."

Before Li Heng could speak, Sun Man cut in: "Ningning, don't joke—she's in America! You said she hardly ever comes home!"

Ye Ning was serious: "I'm not joking. She came back to handle some paperwork, then flew straight to Shanghai afterward. I just found out—Zhao Menglong, head of the Student Union, told me privately before I left Xianghui Hall."

Sun Man asked: "So where's your cousin now?"

Ye Ning said: "She's at Building 13, the girls' dorm, at a close friend's place."

Sun Manning asked: "Why didn't you tell us?"

Ye Ning hesitated: "I was debating whether to tell you."

Sun Manning glanced at Li Heng: "Your cousin didn't come just to see you, did she?"

Ye Ning looked at Li Heng: "I feel the same. She hasn't given up—she's still thinking of you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have come all the way to Shanghai at this hour."

Sun Manning asked: "Did your cousin hear something and rushed over because of it?"

Ye Ning said: "I think so. She probably found out Li Heng's identity might be exposed tomorrow, so she came specifically."

Seeing Li Heng remained silent, Sun Manning patted his shoulder: "Hey! A beauty's affection is heavy, especially such a stunning one—don't you have any reaction at all?"

Reaction?

How could I not react? I reacted big-time in the study just now—didn't you two interrupt me?

I really want to crush this girl with one finger.

Li Heng said: "Fudan is Ye Xuejie's alma mater, and we still have many classmates and friends here. It's normal for her to visit. Don't jump to wild conclusions."

"Pfft! Who believes that? She's Ye Xuejie—not some random cat or dog. You're probably already bursting with joy inside." Sun Manning clearly didn't believe him.

Li Heng rolled his eyes, finished organizing his books, then went downstairs to the kitchen to check on Maisui and the others' progress.

"Two beautiful ladies, you've worked hard. It's late—shouldn't you rest?" Li Heng urged.

Maisui lifted her right wrist and checked: 11: 4.

Zhou Shihe didn't turn around, speaking softly: "Just finish this salted goose, then you can go shower, Suisui."

Maisui didn't protest; she found fresh clothes and went into the shower.

Li Heng walked around the kitchen, then asked: "How much did all these dishes cost today?"

To his surprise, Zhou Shihe answered: "We didn't spend any money."

"Huh?" Li Heng exclaimed.

Even just those two-headed abalones alone were worth a fortune—he'd already braced himself for a massive expense, and now they were telling him it cost nothing.

Given Zhou's family background, he believed her when she said it cost nothing.

But these top-tier ingredients don't just blow in from the wind, Li Heng insisted: "Ask later—I'll pay you back for these…"

Zhou Shihe gently interrupted him: "Aren't you releasing 'Bai Luyuan' soon? Give me ten signed copies."

Li Heng paused, then nodded firmly: "Alright. The sample books should arrive tomorrow."

The kitchen fell suddenly silent. He didn't speak; she didn't either. Only the hissing steam escaping through the lid's vents filled the space.

After a while, Li Heng asked: "Tomorrow the school's holding a launch event. I was thinking—we should mention the instrumental album too. After all, we promised reporters at the start of the semester. You'll come with me."

Zhou Shihe paused, then softly shook her head: "No. Tomorrow is your moment."

Li Heng said: "But—"

Zhou Shihe unusually cut him off twice: "No buts. I only came to help at your invitation. Collaborating with you was an honor—I learned a great deal, and I'm deeply grateful. Tomorrow matters most to you. Don't let anything distract you."

No matter how Li Heng pleaded, Zhou wouldn't budge.

Reluctantly, he gave up.

He muttered under his breath: "How many people can resist the lure of overnight fame? You worked so hard—now all the benefits go to me. Aren't you losing out?"

Zhou Shihe smiled knowingly. Her pure, luminous gaze swept over him, then vanished without another word.

That night, for reasons he couldn't explain, Li Heng stayed in the study until very late before returning to his bedroom.

As he passed the guest room, he paused at the door, tempted to open it—but held back at the last moment.

He believed that if he insisted, Maisui would give herself to him.

But then what?

It was an unsolvable dilemma.

Sigh—he suddenly missed Da Qingyi. That woman was utterly obedient in bed, perfectly compliant, the most comfortable.

Lying in bed, he pondered: Could Huang Zhaoyi be pregnant?

If she was, what would be the best way to handle it?

He dared not yet tell Song Yu or the others—otherwise, the situation could spiral out of control.

As he weighed his options, the guest room door suddenly opened, followed by hurried footsteps—short, rapid strides.

Li Heng frowned, uneasy, and went to check.

The living room was dark, but the bathroom light was on.

He walked to the bathroom door and asked: "Maisui, is that you?"

After a moment, a voice came from inside: "Mm."

Li Heng asked, concerned: "Are you alright?"

Maisui replied softly: "I'm fine."

Hearing "I'm fine," Li Heng exhaled in relief, then sat on the sofa, waiting calmly.

Not long after, Maisui emerged.

He immediately stood and stepped forward.

Seeing the tenderness on his face, Maisui smiled sweetly: "Don't worry—it's a woman's thing."

A woman's thing?

That meant her period?

Li Heng asked instinctively: "Why today? Shouldn't it have come four days ago…"

He stopped mid-sentence. Maisui's face had flushed crimson.

A man counting a woman's menstrual cycle—what kind of thing was that?

What did it imply?

This was clearly as obvious as Sima Zhao's ambition—everyone could see his ulterior motives!

But tonight was, without doubt, good news for Maisui.

Her nerves had been taut for weeks—even dreaming she was pregnant, waking up twice in fright.

She'd even wondered: What if she really was pregnant?

Should she drop out to have his child?

Now, with her period arriving, all her worries vanished—every problem solved.

To ease the awkwardness, Li Heng said gently: "It's late. Let's sleep."

Maisui murmured "Mm" and went into the guest room.

Li Heng watched her back, clenched his teeth, and didn't follow.

The night passed.

The next day, when Li Heng woke, it was already late morning.

He'd been fast asleep when Yu Laoshi woke him.

Li Heng half-opened his eyes and saw the tall figure by his bedside: "Teacher, what time is it?"

Yu Shuheng urged him for the first time: "Hurry up. It's already 8: 0. Jin Yong will be here soon."

Li Heng was stunned!

The next second, he leapt up like a leaping carp.

Yu Shuheng's deep eyes narrowed into slits, studying the sight with detached curiosity for a moment, then walked out of the bedroom without blushing.

Damn it!

Never seen anyone so bold, so fearless! I'm this big—don't you fear I'll scare you to death?!

Li Heng raged inwardly, then scrambled out of bed and dashed to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, fully dressed, he appeared on the first floor.

He checked on Maisui and Zhou Shihe in the kitchen, then Sun Manning and Ye Ning cleaning the living room, and finally said to Yu Laoshi: "Teacher, come with me to the campus gate."

Yu Shuheng was dressed impeccably today—still all black, but her fair skin and elegant bearing radiated nobility.

She nodded. The two walked side by side from Building 26 toward the campus gate.

The whole way was unusually quiet—even quieter than usual—making Li Heng wonder if it were summer break.

Why was there no one on the tree-lined path?

This was strange—extremely abnormal!

But as they neared the campus gate, he stopped, stunned.

If last night's crowd at the gate had been three hundred, now it stretched endlessly—men and women packed like a fence, blocking the entrance completely.

Thankfully, teachers and student union members maintained order, leaving a wide central passage.

On both sides of the passage stood countless reporters, cameras ready. Just one glance—holy shit! Xinhua News Agency, People's Daily, Youth Daily, Xinmin Evening News, News Evening Post, Oriental Morning Post, Southern Daily… and more…

Virtually every major media outlet in the country was present.

Besides teachers and students, the opposite side of the road was packed with local onlookers, all craning their necks—no one could tell if they were here just for the spectacle, or to see the writer Shiyue and Jin Yong.

Holy shit—has my influence grown this big without me noticing?

He tugged at his face, dazed—then after the shock, he drew a deep breath and felt pure exhilaration.

Absolutely thrilling!

With so many media here, how could Anta's sales not soar?

Suppressing his emotions, he scanned the crowd left to right, then right to left, and asked: "Teacher, did everyone from Fudan come?"

"Not everyone, but most are probably here."

Yu Shuheng was equally astonished, never expecting everyone to care so much—more than Li Heng himself, the actual subject. Normally, students weren't this enthusiastic in class. Seeing him hesitate, Yu Shuheng smiled gently and asked, "Little man, what's wrong? Nervous?"

"How could I be? I've slept with my own teacher—how could I get nervous over something like this?" Li Heng muttered, but under the piercing gaze of those eyes, his whole body prickled with discomfort. Unable to bear it, he strode decisively toward the school gate.

Hah! You keep calling him "little boy," "little man."

You really think a tiger won't roar means it's a sick cat?

Letting out a sigh of relief, he bolted from the scene.

Yu Shuheng stared fixedly at his back, her mind filled with his utterly blasphemous words.

At the school gate, Li Heng felt a bit dizzy—where should he go?

Should he just walk straight down the central path?

Thousands of eyes were watching, hundreds of cameras set up—wouldn't it be too arrogant to charge ahead like this?

Though everyone present knew today's main attraction wasn't Li Heng, his appearance still sparked a significant stir.

What could you do?

A man's name, a tree's shadow!

A purely instrumental album had made countless countries aware that China had produced an extraordinary musician.

Ten classic tracks had become looped background music in many homes, shops, and personal offices.

And now, the moment he showed up—

Not everyone, but at least all nearby eyes turned toward him.

Several quick reporters had already trained their lenses on him, followed by a rapid succession of shutter clicks.

"Is that Li Heng? Your Fudan music genius?"

"Yep. Wasn't it worth coming today? We haven't seen our big writer yet, but let me treat you to a handsome guy first—consider it interest on the main event."

"He's decent-looking, sure, but I'm not into music. I'm here to see my idol's real face—this guy's just a minor player, step aside."

"You dare insult our music prodigy like that? 'Minor player'? I'll cut ties with you!"

"Pfft! Shameless. When did he become yours? Go call him yourself—see if he even glances your way."

The Fudan girl, furious, surged with adrenaline and shouted toward Li Heng: "Li Heng!"

Li Heng was nervously walking down the central path, heading outside to greet the arriving vehicle, when he suddenly heard someone call his name. Instinctively, he turned his head.

A senior girl beamed at him and waved.

Li Heng nodded politely and forced a smile.

Seeing his response, the Fudan girl immediately preened, showing off to the visiting students: "See? Did he respond? Does your school have anyone who can match him?"

The visiting girl kept her eyes locked on Li Heng but retorted sharply: "Stop blabbing! I'm here for the writer, not music."

Listening to the scattered murmurs along the way, Li Heng realized: in this era, musicians still weren't as popular as writers.

Or rather, in people's hearts, a musician's status couldn't be compared to a writer's—utterly incomparable.

He understood why: it had to do with the times, with the broader social climate. Writers, since ancient times, had always held high social standing—whether in the imperial court or among common folk, they were revered everywhere.

But musicians in ancient times were lumped together with actors and entertainers, considered part of the lowest strata. Such conservative thinking couldn't be eradicated overnight. Only in later eras, in the age of money worship and mass entertainment, did music's status skyrocket.

"Old Li! Old Li! Over here!"

After walking a while, Li Heng saw the guys from Dorm 325 waving frantically from a corner.

Nearby stood neatly arranged girls from Dorm 107.

Li Heng checked the time—still some minutes before nine. He left the central path and walked toward the corner.

As he strolled over slowly, before he could speak, Li Guang and Li Yi were already dragging him into the center of the group.

Li Guang, spitting with excitement, boasted: "Big Boss Li, isn't this spot perfect? I came all the way early just to claim it—we'll have a full view of the legendary moment when Jin Yong meets Shiyue."

Zhou Zhangming handed him a piece of gum.

Li Heng took it, popped it in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. "Good spot. Not easy to get."

Nearby, Yue Yao said: "I hope Shiyue isn't some old man."

Sun Ye chimed in playfully: "Yeah, seriously—can't be an old guy. I was thinking of becoming his lover."

The Dorm 107 girls were speechless, yet couldn't help feeling the same.

They'd all memorized "To Live" and "The Bitter Journey of Culture" by heart—they truly adored the writer Shiyue. Who wanted their idol to be an old man?

Wei Xiaozhu quietly observed Li Heng's raised eyebrow and barely suppressed her laughter.

Yu Shuheng walked past through the central aisle. As she passed, she glanced at someone.

Seeing this, Li Heng was about to follow, when a large hand firmly gripped his shirt, accompanied by a sweet, slightly coquettish voice: "Master, you're running off the moment I arrive? Do you think I'll eat you?"

Li Heng didn't need to turn around—he knew it was Li Xian. "Stop fooling around. I've got something to do."

Li Xian circled around behind him, eyes wide: "What could you possibly have to do? It's not your show today—this isn't a studio. You don't need to play your dizi. Hehe."

Li Heng replied: "Time's running out—I need to go pick someone up."

Li Xian asked: "Who?"

Li Heng said: "Jin Yong."

Li Xian grabbed him firmly. "Pick up Jin Yong? So are we—all of us are picking him up. You're not special. Just stay right here. You're just trying to run away, huh? No running!"

Nearby, Li Yi fawned: "Princess Xian is right—we're all here to welcome Jin Yong. Today's a historic moment. Both dorms came together—no one can be missing. Brother Li, you're just trying to sneak off to the Medical College to see your wife, aren't you?"

"Go find Xiao Han? Even worse! Stay here and watch the big show with your master. How about I be your girlfriend for free today?" Li Xian clung tightly to his arm, refusing to let him go.

Hearing this, the guys from Dorm 325 exchanged glances, eyebrows raised, eyes full of envy.

After all, Li Xian was a pretty, refined girl—she looked great by his side.

The Dorm 107 girls glanced between Li Xian and Dai Qing, but since both parties were present, no one teased.

Liu Yanling, worried Dai Qing might feel uneasy, changed the subject: "Hey, something's off—it's almost nine. Where's the writer Shiyue?"

At this, everyone snapped to attention, standing on tiptoes, scanning the crowd.

Yeah, yeah—where's Shiyue?

Maybe Jin Yong's car will arrive any second now?

If he's late, isn't that impolite?

Don't you see the school leaders standing at the very front, waiting?

Don't you see hundreds of reporters patiently waiting?

Shiyue shouldn't be acting so high-and-mighty—this doesn't match the image everyone imagined.

At this moment, it wasn't just the two dorms who thought this—everyone at the gate felt the same.

The scene grew noisy, chaotic. People were scanning everywhere, whispering among themselves.

Everyone's topic was the same: Why hasn't Shiyue appeared? Has he stood them up?

That would be utterly disappointing!

Everyone was waiting. Some girls with decent looks had gotten up early, dressed up beautifully, hoping to leave a good impression on the great writer.

Though—

Though the chance of being noticed by the great writer was minuscule, facing such a towering literary figure, many girls had unconsciously developed admiration—and even affection.

They'd followed his books for nearly two years. Now, finally, they could see his true face—how could they not be excited?

So what if they put on makeup?

So what if they wore full makeup?

What if—just what if—the great writer noticed them? Wouldn't that be a leap to fame?

Fine, step back a bit! Even if fame wasn't possible, at least you could cling to his coattails.

Step back further still—even just sleeping with him wouldn't be a bad deal.

After all, he was the revered writer Shiyue. You wouldn't lose.

You'd win big!

Unlike before, as time passed, the gate grew louder and noisier, the tension rising—everyone feared Shiyue would stand them up, feared he wouldn't come.

This anxiety spread, soon reaching President Sun.

President Sun checked his watch: 8: 2.

Only eight minutes remained until the scheduled time. He frowned, turned to scan the crowd—but couldn't spot Li Heng's shadow.

He did spot Yu Shuheng.

President Sun walked over. "Shuheng, where is he? Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Hearing the words "where is he," a small group nearby realized this must relate to Shiyue. Instantly, they fell silent, eyes fixed on the famed Fudan beauty, ears straining for gossip.

Yu Shuheng smiled. "He's here—but held up by someone. Can't get free just yet."

President Sun chuckled, once again witnessing Li Heng's charm.

Then again, if he weren't charming, how could Yu Shuheng, the only daughter of the Yu family, care so deeply? How could she ignore her status to dote on him?

President Sun, ever clever, asked: "Where is he? I'll go fetch him."

Hearing this, the school leaders nearby grew agitated.

The students nearby were even more stunned.

All the leaders had seen how much the president favored Li Heng—but never expected him to play along like this at such a moment.

Yet, remembering Li Heng's achievements, his status, every leader bowed inwardly in respect.

Haven't they seen today's morning paper?

The entire nation was reporting on Li Heng's instrumental album.

In modern terms: the news of the album's overseas success was trending everywhere—from national newspapers and official media down to local dailies and regional papers, all racing to cover it.

This was national pride!

Bring glory to our Yellow Race!

Especially under today's poor global conditions, China producing such a towering figure is a tremendous honor. All the school leaders felt immense pride.

Moreover, nearly every news report mentioned Fudan University—ha! That alone soothed them perfectly, leaving every leader thoroughly pleased.

The nearby students were stunned—this was Fudan University, a top-tier institution! How could the president himself say he was going to "welcome him"?

What tremendous face he has!

Well, if the man is actually Writer December, maybe welcoming him isn't so bad after all—after all, we came here for the great writer.

The more prestigious the great writer, the happier his loyal readers become.

There's no logic to this kind of thing.

Hey! That's just how capricious it is.

Yu Shuheng smiled and turned around, personally leading the way.

Principal Sun walked behind him, matching his steps precisely.

As the two walked down the central pathway, they instantly drew everyone's attention—in an instant, thousands upon thousands of eyes followed their movement.

What could they do? They were desperate! Writer December still hadn't appeared, so their gazes could only trail after the principal in search of him.

Too many people, and the central pathway was long—it took Yu Shuheng and Principal Sun some time to reach the location of the two joint dormitories.

At this moment, Li Heng was arguing with Li Xian, who was clinging tightly to his arm, refusing to let him go.

Only when Principal Sun and Teacher Yu arrived did the scene undergo a fundamental change.

Yu Shuheng's gaze shot toward Li Xian like an arrow released from a bow.

In an instant, Li Xian fell silent, her chest struck as if by lightning—she hastily released Li Heng, daring not to meet Teacher Yu's eyes.

Did the two joint dormitory groups find it strange?

Did those around them also sense something odd?

Why did Principal Sun and Teacher Yu come here? Why did they stop right here of all places?

Principal Sun ignored the surrounding stares and smiled at Li Heng: "He's almost here. Let's go."

"He's almost here" meant Master Jin Yong was arriving soon.

"Let's go" was an invitation to Li Heng: Come with me.

"Oh, alright." Li Heng finally broke free. Under the gaze of everyone, he left the two joint dormitory groups and walked forward with Principal Sun, chatting and laughing.

Stunned!

The students and reporters in this area were all stunned!

What on earth was Principal Sun playing at?

Weren't we told Master Jin Yong was coming to visit Writer December? Why is he calling for Li Heng?

Does the school think Li Heng has status and face, so they're inviting him along too?

Everyone speculated wildly—but no one connected Li Heng with Writer December.

It was simply!

He was just too young, nothing like what everyone had imagined.

Walking along the central pathway to the roadside, Li Heng greeted the leaders with effortless familiarity.

Although Li Heng was famous, and although they'd all heard the name "Li Heng" countless times, this was the first time any of the leaders had seen him in person!

Li Heng's brief, casual remarks on interpersonal conduct revealed his mastery of social grace, leaving a superb impression on all the leaders.

One vice-principal stared at Li Heng, thinking: His achievements today clearly weren't luck—he truly had many skills. No wonder he could write such profound literary works!

The students nearby were bewildered, unsure what Principal Sun was doing.

Weren't we supposed to go welcome the great writer?

Why did you bring this greenhorn instead?

Fine, Li Heng is impressive! He's amazing! We admire him immensely! But we didn't come here to see him—we came to see the great writer!

The problem is, Li Heng is so good at handling people—he instantly had the leaders laughing heartily.

Well, it's not entirely Li Heng's doing—he's certainly witty—but didn't it feel like the leaders were deliberately fawning over him? As if they were circling him deliberately?

Even Principal Sun was like that!

Even the famously beautiful teacher Yu Shuheng was like that!

Are you kidding me?

You old men and middle-aged folks, all circling around a young man? Treating Li Heng like a god?

Real-life version of "all eyes on the moon"?

Those around were utterly confused, unable to comprehend.

Wasn't today supposed to be Writer December's day? The banner still hung blood-red at the very top of the school gate—how did Li Heng suddenly become the star?

Damn it! Has the world changed? Have demons and monsters appeared?

Li Heng, just get out of here and give me back my great writer! Many boys stared at Li Heng with burning eyes, their hearts seething with jealousy, silently screaming inside!

Li Heng didn't hear these screams, nor did the school leaders. Then someone shouted, "He's here!"—and instantly, all attention turned to the road, heads snapping around.

Indeed, he had arrived!

Three black Mercedes appeared in view, approaching from afar, soon reaching the school gate.

They slowed to a stop beside Li Heng.

Huh? Why wasn't Li Heng moving? Why did the lead car stop right beside him?

Was it coincidence?

Everyone at the school gate was puzzled, staring fixedly at the lead car.

They weren't disappointed—the driver's door of the lead car opened first, and out stepped a female secretary.

After she stepped down, she quickly opened the rear door, and two people emerged.

One was Editor Liao.

The other was the world-famous Master Jin Yong.

Editor Liao was the chief editor of Harvest Magazine, a highly prominent figure in Shanghai—nearly all Fudan students knew him.

They couldn't not know him—they chased every issue of Harvest Magazine daily, and their editor often appeared in the news. Over time, everyone recognized him.

As for Master Jin Yong, no explanation was needed—his fame had spread far and wide. Many had read his wuxia novels.

"Snow flies, sky connects, arrows shoot white deer; laughter, books, heroes lean on green parrots"—those few lines captured his brilliance perfectly.

"Click-click! Click-click!"

"Click-click! Click-click!"

As soon as Jin Yong stepped out, countless cameras went into frenzy mode, frantically photographing Master Jin Yong.

As for the legendary musician Li Heng? He was photographed too—but not the focus.

But the next second, the reporters froze, stunned, utterly shocked!

Not just the reporters—all the students on site were paralyzed, as if turned to stone.

Can you guess what they saw?

They saw Master Jin Yong and Editor Liao exchange a few quiet words, then stare wide-eyed at Li Heng.

And then…!

Then Master Jin Yong quickly composed himself, switched to a beaming smile, and extended both hands from several steps away!

He extended his hands toward Li Heng!

Yes—it was Li Heng!

Not Principal Sun, not any other leader—Master Jin Yong walked straight toward Li Heng and extended his hands to him!

What kind of bizarre scene is this?

Did I lose my mind? Am I seeing things?

Before anyone could react, they saw Li Heng also extend his hands, step forward two paces, and warmly grasp Master Jin Yong's hands!

Then!

Then Master Jin Yong, slightly excited, said to Li Heng a sentence that would haunt everyone forever: "Mr. December, I've finally met you. I've read your White Deer Plain four times."

Just that one sentence!

Just that one light, casual sentence!

Like a thunderclap—it pierced the hearts of every nearby student, then spread like a virus, infecting the crowd behind, racing at lightning speed across the entire school gate.

And then…!

And then there was nothing else.

At this moment, everyone on site was mentally short-circuited, frozen, unconscious—mouths agape, each more dazed than the last, each more stunned than the next!

At that very instant, a seasonal wind swept through, blowing thousands upon thousands of eyes into a single white blur—all pupils locked onto Li Heng.

Fixedly staring at Li Heng!

In that instant, the school gate fell utterly silent—no one spoke, no one could speak, no one dared speak!

Afraid of spoiling this iconic moment!

Many in the crowd were screaming inside their minds:

My heavens!

Oh my God!

He's Writer December?

Li Heng is Writer December!

I've been dying to meet Writer December every single day! He's been walking right under our noses this whole time, and we were blind as bats and didn't recognize him!

It really proves the old saying: Blind to Mount Tai!

Mount Tai walks around campus every day!

And we still didn't recognize him!

No wonder!

No wonder Principal Sun treated him like this!

No wonder the school leaders bowed to him like stars circling the moon!

No wonder Li Heng strolled calmly into the central corridor!

The students were frozen stiff; the reporters weren't much better—they were utterly stunned for a long time!

Fortunately, the reporters had seen it all before; they quickly regained their composure, swung their cameras over to Li Heng.

They bombarded Li Heng with flashbulbs!

"Click-click! Click-click!"

"Click-click! Click-click!"

Countless flashes surged forth, weaving into a bloom of light around Li Heng.

Zhou Zhang, who always acted like the big brother of the dorm, trembled as he stammered to the two girls from the Lianyi dorm: "T-That's Old Li? Old Li's talking to Jin Yong? Old Li is Writer December?"

But no one answered him!

Everyone was staring at Li Heng, staring at Jin Yong, still reeling in shock—too dazed to even hear Zhou Zhang right beside them!

Li Yiyi pinched his own thigh hard, grimacing as he gasped out: "Damn! A true man should be like this!"

After a moment, Sun Ye asked dumbly: "Sisters, did I see wrong? Did I see wrong? Is that Li Heng shaking hands and talking with Master Jin Yong?"

Liu Yanling, clutching her 36D, gazed at Li Heng with smoldering eyes: "You didn't see wrong—that's Li Heng. He hid it so well!"

Dai Qing pressed her hand to her chest, took two deep breaths, still feeling her heart about to burst—then took three more deep breaths, and quietly, with her left hand, gripped her best friend Wei Xiaozhu's arm so tightly her tendons stood out.

Dai Qing remembered yesterday's words—the ones about principles, about refusing to be someone else's mistress.

If it were Li Heng… would she be willing to be his mistress?

For a moment, Dai Qing was lost. Her instinct told her that if Li Heng wanted her, he wouldn't need to try at all—just a finger twitch, and she'd follow him willingly, lie down on his bed, and never complain or make a fuss afterward, even if he refused to take responsibility.

He's December! December is him!

Unconsciously, Dai Qing's eyes grew moist—was it joy? Excitement? Or just overwhelming complexity?

Wei Xiaozhu felt the pain in her arm, looked down at Dai Qing's hand, then turned her head to see Dai Qing's eyes—she saw tears, not many, but crystal clear.

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