[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-516":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},2259676,4409,"Chapter 516","1987-my-era-chapter-516",516,"\u003Cp>“My god! They’re the same person! The legendary writer and the musical prodigy are both Li Heng!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, when Li Heng first appeared at the campus gate, a girl from another school had criticized him, saying she didn’t like music and only admired cultural giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that the two identities had merged, she was stunned! She was dumbfounded! Her head buzzed with noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fudan classmates beside her immediately straightened up, their eyes sparkling as they gazed at Li Heng: “Ha! Who was it just now that looked down on our Fudan musical prodigy? Hah! Got slapped in the face, didn’t you? Look at your constipated expression—I’m feeling so good, hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl from the other school had no reply, muttering to herself: “Lend me your pure music album—I’ll listen to it when I get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Didn’t you say you didn’t like music?” The Fudan girl pressed with more mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like it! But he’s Li Heng—his compositions must be excellent, so I have to listen.” The girl from the other school muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fudan girl scoffed: “Hmph! You finally said something sensible. If he’s your idol, then go buy the album yourself and support him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll buy it—you stingy jerk!” The girl from the other school decided she really should buy two albums to support Li Heng; after all, his literary works had enriched her spiritual world—a wealth beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Siyao from Tongji University also came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion from Fudan’s banner display last night had been too loud, spreading so widely that students and teachers from several nearby universities had heard about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, besides Fudan’s own faculty and students, at least one-fifth of the crowd at the gate were outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Siyao was one of those outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Li Heng’s status skyrocket, watching him pose for photos with Jin Yong, she felt a bitter pang—she’d blocked his bus for nearly a year, had failed to speak to him in seven or eight encounters, and when she finally mustered courage to say something, he’d told her he had a girlfriend!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his girlfriend was so beautiful, so elegant, that she’d been utterly crushed, her spirit shattered. That day, she’d wandered home in a daze, not even remembering how she got back to school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at school, the more she thought about it, the more depressed and angry she became, until she couldn’t bear it anymore—she secretly came to Fudan to ask her high school alumni, only to discover she’d been played by Li Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful girl’s name was Zhou Shihe, Fudan’s only “Great King”—no wonder she was so stunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the good news was, Zhou Shihe wasn’t his girlfriend—his partner was someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Wu Siyao had thought: as long as Li Heng’s partner wasn’t Zhou Shihe, she didn’t fear any other woman—after all, her own qualifications were solid, and she wasn’t some pushover. He wasn’t married; she could still pursue him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday at the bank, she’d seen Li Heng and Huang Zhaoyi making a transfer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Siyao had fled the scene, but internally she figured Huang Zhaoyi and Li Heng were just friends—there couldn’t be any romantic involvement, because of their age gap, and because Li Heng had no shortage of beautiful girls around him; he wouldn’t go for a woman nearly old enough to be his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she ignored Huang Zhaoyi entirely, convinced she could still pursue Li Heng, still write him love letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, her firm resolve had begun to waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come with her roommates, excited to witness this miracle and see the real face of the writer “December”—but never expected…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never imagined—he was December!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was beyond absurd!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the boy I fell for on the bus last year, the boy who walked on two legs on land—why has he now taken flight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why has he flown up to the heavens, where I must now look up to see him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, she deeply regretted coming to Fudan University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, she was also glad she’d come to Fudan University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped he was as ordinary as she was, so she could pursue him, chase him fiercely, and bring him home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also hoped he was the most outstanding man in the world—after all, he was the one she’d truly loved; even without direct contact, she wished him well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wu Siyao’s emotions were tangled and conflicted, her friend tugged her sleeve and whispered: “Siyao, Li Heng’s become so powerful now—do you still dare to like him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Siyao, lost in her thoughts, replied: “Whether I like him or not doesn’t really have much to do with his identity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True—you first met him when he was just an ordinary guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her friend turned to her, lowering her voice: “So what are you going to do? Still going to pursue him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Siyao stared at Li Heng for a long while, then said, in a tone of utter helplessness: “If I could, I’d give him a full-body anesthetic and sneak him home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a medical student—her first instinct was professional: if she couldn’t win against other girls, she’d anesthetize him and take him away without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her friend quickly covered her mouth, crouched down, and burst into silent laughter, barely holding back in this setting—after a long while, she stood up and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At first, that idea sounds insane—but if you think about it, it’s not impossible. When you actually do it, let me know—I’ll help you carry him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong and Yang Cheng also came today, arriving together after hearing the news last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d originally planned to go to Lushan Village to find Li Heng, but at the alley entrance, they hesitated—they were shy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially today, with so many important people heading to Lushan Village, they felt their presence would be useless, awkward, and intrusive—so they backed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their good friend’s dazzling presence, Que Xinyan was thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Cheng was thrilled too—but this guy was restless, constantly boasting to nearby girls that he knew Li Heng, that they’d been classmates since middle and high school, from the same hometown, raised together in diapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the girls around ignored him, treating him like air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the saying goes, there’s always an exception— one slightly chubby but very cute girl became curious and asked: “You really know Li Heng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Cheng slapped his chest firmly: “Absolutely true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby girl asked: “Where are you two from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Cheng said: “Hui County, Qian Town, Xiangnan, Shaoshan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby girl’s eyes lit up: “Which village?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Cheng’s head spun—he was about to tell the truth, but Que Xinyan kicked him from behind; still, he blurted out: “Dawan Village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Que Xinyan was furious, no longer caring about the setting—he immediately shouted: “What the hell! Yang Cheng, are you brain-dead? How could you blab this secret?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Cheng felt a twinge of guilt, but he couldn’t look weak in front of a girl—he stuck his neck out and retorted: “Secret? It was a secret before, but after today, will it still be a secret? You idiot, think! Are the reporters here just for show? Don’t you know better than me what can and can’t be said?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Que Xinyan spat: “Even so, we’re sworn brothers—you shouldn’t be the one spilling it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phrase “sworn brothers” made all the girls nearby turn their heads—they now believed these two idiots might actually be Li Heng’s acquaintances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby girl was eager, kept talking to Yang Cheng, probing for information, and even proposed exchanging school contact addresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she revealed she was from Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Yang Cheng’s aura surged—he pulled out all the charm he’d used to deceive his ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before exchanging addresses, her next question nearly choked Yang Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked: “After coming to Shanghai, did you ever have dinner with that great writer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Cheng wiped his pomade-styled hair back: “Of course! We’re best buddies! We go to Heng Dad’s house for dinner every month—it’s our fixed tradition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked: “Why call him ‘Heng Dad’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s awesome! We started calling him that in high school,” Yang Cheng said, gesturing excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby girl’s eyes darted, then she asked: “So, do you think he’d like a girl like me—cute and adorable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of laughter erupted around them—men and women alike—looking at Yang Cheng with pity: “Poor sucker!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Que Xinyan had originally despised Yang Cheng’s behavior, but now he laughed louder than anyone else, hugging Yang Cheng and yelling: “I can’t take it! I’m dying of laughter! Old man’s dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the rumors had spread so wildly, the fake Daoist couple also came to join the spectacle today—they didn’t bring the baby; the mother-in-law was babysitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching Li Heng for a while, the fake Daoist grinned and said: “Heh, this kid pulled it off again—but he really is a remarkable guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siya remarked: “Never thought even you, who claim heaven and earth are first and second and you’re third, would admit defeat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re talking nonsense! This isn’t defeat—we’re not in the same field. I specialize in math—have him compete with me on math problems and see if he dares!” The fake Daoist spoke with dead seriousness, uttering nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siya gazed across the crowd at Li Heng: “Whether you’re in the same field doesn’t matter—when will you ever have so many reporters chasing you for photos and interviews?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the scene before him, the fake Daoist’s teeth ached—but he never admitted defeat: “People in research have one trait: humility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you, Old Fu, are humble. But everyone has to eat, drink, and use the toilet—our combined savings don’t even add up to a fraction of his. How do you spin that?” Chen Siya unleashed her final weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fake Daoist opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a word—finally, he grumbled: “When this show-off finishes his business, I’ll prepare a feast of fine wine and food—I’ll drink him into oblivion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siya had achieved her goal; she smiled and advised: “We should take Shu Heng’s advice and start an investment company. They’ll put in the bulk, and we’ll invest a little too. You can be the manager—it’ll play to your strengths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They? Do you really think Yu Shuheng can hold onto Li Heng? I get the feeling this kid’s got a big heart.” The fake Daoist asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After gazing at Li Heng for a moment, then at Yu Shuheng, Chen Siya finally said: “Whether he’s big-hearted or not isn’t the point—right now, who among the girls he’s involved with—Xiao Han and Mai Sui—can match Shuheng’s family background? I think he’s smart; he’ll make the right choice eventually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fake Daoist shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siya asked: “What? You don’t agree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fake Daoist grunted: “You’re not a man—you don’t understand men. Besides, this kid’s achieved extraordinary success now—who dares to look down on him? Who can? He has the right to choose love freely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siya didn’t argue this time—she fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the old saying goes: no coincidence, no story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi came today too—arriving slightly late, standing at the very edge, right behind and to the left of the fake Daoist and Chen Siya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, with such a big event involving her lover, Huang Zhaoyi, stationed in Yangpu, couldn’t possibly stay away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fearing she’d upset Yu Shuheng and the other women, and not wanting to cause him trouble, she had deliberately disguised herself before coming—wearing a wig, switching to sunglasses, and even completely changing her style of dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, neither the fake Daoist nor Chen Siya noticed her—they didn’t recognize her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them initially ignored each other, each watching their own thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Old Fu and Chen Siya mentioned Li Heng did Huang Zhaoyi quietly prick up her ears—and when they brought up Yu Shuheng, her full attention fixed on Yu Shuheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi believed: this dazzling man belonged to no one—not even Yu Shuheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the welcoming ceremony at the gate ended, Jin Yong and the school leaders followed Li Heng to Lushan Village, to House No. 26.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, Principal Sun told the reporters and student union: “There will be a press conference at Xianghui Hall around 11 a.m.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters didn’t mind—they’d come, so they weren’t in a rush; instead, they trailed after them to Lushan Village, interviewing and filming along the way, desperately gathering valuable news material.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at House No. 26, while Jin Yong and Principal Sun and others sipped tea, Editor Liao quietly told Li Heng: “The teacher will be coming soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng’s face lit up with delight: “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s true. On such a big day, he said he needs to see you,” Editor Liao said with a joking tone, conveying the teacher’s message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still feared the young man’s arrogance, still feared he’d get carried away by praise—so Master Bai, through Editor Liao, reminded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was true elder care—Li Heng felt touched, and asked urgently: “When will the teacher arrive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Editor Liao explained: “Today, an esteemed guest is visiting the teacher; he won’t be able to come until after ten o’clock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng nodded. The two senior brothers exchanged glances, then went over to greet Mr. Jin Yong and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Heng and the others departed, the crowd at the campus gate slowly snapped out of their shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously silent area instantly turned into a bustling marketplace, with groups of acquaintances clustering together, passionately discussing the shocking news that “Li Heng was Writer December.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid someone might recognize her, Huang Zhaoyi left the crowd first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after walking only thirty steps, she suddenly stopped and stared at the four people ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, the four people ahead turned and looked directly at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi never imagined she would encounter her mother, eldest brother, eldest sister, and second sister here today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they come specifically because they heard the news?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or were they just passing by?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing across the distance, the family members didn’t know how to speak—or what to say. Their eyes were filled with complex emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Huang’s eldest brother broke the silence: “Little sister, it might rain soon. Come sit at your shop for a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By “shop,” he meant Fuchun Xiaoyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason he chose the shop instead of going home was deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the Huang family still couldn’t accept the cruel truth that their most beautiful little sister was becoming Li Heng’s mistress, so they hadn’t gone to his new residence in Yangpu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that residence was their little sister’s love nest with Li Heng—they didn’t want to be reminded of it, didn’t want to make their relationship any worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi naturally understood the unspoken meaning. She looked up at the heavy twilight: “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she drove, leading the four of them to Fuchun Xiaoyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t far—just a few minutes by car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the office where Da Qingyi usually rested, everyone sat down. When the server brought the pre-ordered Longjing tea, Huang Zhaoyi personally poured tea for her family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang’s mother did nothing, her gaze fixed on her youngest daughter, observing every movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest brother, eldest sister, and second sister did the same—sitting silently, faces grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pouring tea and waiting for the server to leave and close the door, the group, as if prearranged, turned to Huang’s eldest brother to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first question struck straight to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said: “Today we came specifically to assess the situation. Just now, I saw Li Heng in person—he’s even more impressive than on TV. Leaving aside his talent, his composure and confidence in dealing with people, the extraordinary aura he naturally exudes—it’s truly remarkable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked her: “Is there truly no chance you’ll get a marriage certificate with Li Heng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Huang’s mother, eldest sister, and second sister stared at her intently, hoping she’d change her mind, hoping to hear a different answer today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew it would be like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came here for this reason alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the campus gate, Huang Zhaoyi had already weighed them in her mind—she knew her family’s ways all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long standoff, she suppressed her bitterness, expressionless: “No chance. You know the reasons better than I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did he know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—the issue of Liu Yue’s drugging and the age gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest brother didn’t get angry; his personal cultivation was excellent. He asked again: “What if you got pregnant first? Still no chance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only solution the Huang family had privately agreed upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either use a child to ascend—subtly force and soften Li Heng into marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or use special means to completely separate Li Heng from your little sister, preserving the family’s reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or turn a blind eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, there were only three paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang family hoped for the first path, feared the second most—because carrying out the second would be extremely difficult, and might cause their little sister to permanently sever ties with the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the third path, it was a last-resort compromise—a buffer zone. If possible, the Huang family would rather erase it from their options entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child was Huang Zhaoyi’s lifelong dream—the ultimate bond between her and him. She naturally didn’t want to drag a child into this. She said plainly: “No matter if there’s a chance or not, I won’t pressure him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest brother frowned, glanced at the third sister, then lifted his teacup and took a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third sister was Huang Zhijun, Da Qingyi’s second sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhijun understood and picked up the thread: “Yesterday, was that your ovulation period?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi met her second sister’s gaze for a moment, then replied: “Probably.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhijun’s eyes lit up; she leaned forward slightly: “Listen to your second sister—have the child if you get pregnant. If you don’t have time to raise it, I’ll raise it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi knew exactly what her second sister was scheming—still trying to use the child as an emotional lever to coerce Li Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also understood that her second sister was probing whether she wanted to have a child—or whether Li Heng would let her get pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking for a while, Huang Zhaoyi cut off all her family’s hidden intentions with absolute clarity: “Thank you, second sister. If I do have a child, I’ll try to raise it myself. Even if I’m too busy, I’ll send the child to Li’s family—let his parents raise him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she did have a child, Huang Zhaoyi preferred to raise it herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she deliberately mentioned Li’s family, deliberately said she’d send the child there—to sever all hopes and schemes of her family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Huang’s mother’s chest heaved violently. Furious, she demanded: “Do you really believe in him that much? Are you determined to be his mistress?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi lowered her eyelids, then answered firmly: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single “yes” was the final straw. Amid the shocked cries of her four siblings, Huang’s mother’s Adam’s apple jerked painfully, her right hand trembling as she pointed at Huang Zhaoyi, stammering: “You—you…”—then her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four siblings panicked, rushing over, pinching the Renzhong point, shouting desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhaoyi, tears in her eyes, snapped back to reality, staggered to the desk, grabbed the phone, and dialed 120 immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning from the campus gate to the dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls in Room 107 fell into collective silence, sitting on their chairs or beds, staring at each other, no one speaking, their minds filled with the scene at the campus gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what felt like an eternity, Liu Yanling rolled over on her bed and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t take it anymore—I’m suffocating! Someone tell me this isn’t real!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s gaze turned to Liu Yanling, but no one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because none of them could believe their eyes—it was too absurd! Too unbelievable! A literary giant at nineteen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an extraordinary achievement!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Le Yao picked up the newspaper Liu Yanling had brought back that morning—a copy of the People’s X Daily—and spread it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main headline read: “Pure Music Album Sells 3 Million Copies Domestically and Abroad! Li Heng Ascends to Godhood! Breaks History! Enters the Annals!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subheading read: “Legendary Musician from Fudan University, Earns Millions in Overseas Revenue with One Album, Creates a Wealth Myth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading both headlines, Le Yao froze, her hand trembling as she held the paper, then began reading the article.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After six minutes of reading, Le Yao was overwhelmed—her entire body felt numb. Her hands shook, then her whole body trembled. She handed the paper to Dai Qing, voice hoarse: “We underestimated Li Heng too much. He’s now worth a million dollars. Look for yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Dai Qing lowered her head to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, one by one, the others gathered around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, seven heads clustered together, reading the newspaper intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Liu Yanling on the bed got up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Le Yao asked: “Yanling, you brought the paper—didn’t you read it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yanling said: “The paper was given to me by Senior Zhao Menglong. When I heard the news that Writer December was at Fudan, I got so excited I rushed back to tell you—I never had time to read it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding their breath, seven minutes later, they finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, all seven raised their heads simultaneously, staring at each other, dumbfounded, as if turned to stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the large dormitory was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an unknown length of time, a loud female voice erupted from the neighboring room: “True? You’re serious? Li Heng is that famous writer? My god! I’m going to cry! I should’ve come with you! I shouldn’t have slept in! I’ve lost ten thousand yuan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice jolted the girls in Room 107 awake. Wei Sisi pinched Liu Yanling’s 36D, making her yelp in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yanling swatted her hand away: “Are you crazy? Why so hard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pain means it’s real,” Wei Sisi said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yanling grumbled: “Then why not pinch yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Sisi lifted her chest: “Since childhood, boys have called me a flatland—dogs even avoid me. What’s there to pinch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the girls turned their attention to Wei Sisi’s chest—and burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yanling said: “What do I do now? After what happened at the gate and reading this article, I suddenly feel like I’ve become a pervert. What do I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Yuanyuan asked: “How are you a pervert?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yanling bit her lip, pointing her index finger at the words “$1,000,000”: “Just now—I swear—I got wet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter died instantly. Everyone’s expressions turned strange, eyes shifting downward to Liu Yanling’s legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, Sun Ye stared at her face: “Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes full of excitement. Damn it—you’re not actually turned on, are you? Did your pants really get wet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yanling didn’t answer. She acted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood up, pulled a pair of underwear from the closet, grabbed a bucket and a bath towel, and left the dorm for the public shower room at the end of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The move left the entire dorm stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone raised their heads, necks stretched, watching her leave with their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the footsteps faded away, Zhao Meng stood up, closed the dorm door, and sat back down to ask: “If things keep going like this, will Yanling break up with Zhou Zhangming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m worried too—Zhou Zhangming is so unlucky! He’s caught in a disaster he didn’t cause.” Yue Yao was a kind-hearted girl, genuinely concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Dai Qing lowered her head again and read the newspaper for the second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Sisi said: “It probably won’t happen. You know Yanling has a curvy figure and a sensitive constitution—she’s had this happen before, hiding under the covers reading those kinds of books.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a known fact; the girls thought about it, and their worry slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yeye asked Dai Qing: “Qingqing, can you still forget Li Heng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Qing looked up, met their gazes for a moment, then lowered her head again, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Sisi tugged at Sun Yeye’s sleeve, signaling her not to provoke Dai Qing—Dai Qing’s emotions were likely more complicated than anyone else’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Meng turned to Wei Xiaozhu: “Xiaozhu, why are you so calm? We’re nearly losing our minds, yet you act like nothing’s happened. Didn’t you know already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid of provoking their anger, Wei Xiaozhu smiled: “No, I found out the same day as you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Meng didn’t believe her: “I don’t believe you. Then why are you so calm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu paused, then asked in return: “Have any of you noticed something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Yuanyuan asked: “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu said: “From the beginning, I always felt Li Heng was different—unlike everyone else. At first, I couldn’t figure out how.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But think back: during the Lianyi  dance party fight, all the other boys in 325 were taken away by the school’s academic office, yet Li Heng sat calmly drinking tea with Teacher Lin and school administrators in the next room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Zhang Bing and Bai Wanying, he frequently took leave—ten days, half a month, even a full month—and the school never punished him; instead, they had his professors erase his absentee records, and his term grades were always perfect. That’s an extraordinary signal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His student file clearly states he comes from a rural village. Why would the school treat him this way? I think the school has known about his writer identity all along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That also explains why he doesn’t live in 325 dorm—he lives outside, and the student union can’t touch him; every dorm inspection report about him ends up ignored.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, his clothing and his literary aura don’t match his background as a remote villager. Without ability and wealth, he couldn’t sustain such uniqueness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu herself owned many clothes, changing daily with almost no repeats. She had deep experience judging fabric quality and price—she could estimate the value of anyone’s outfit with a single glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng’s clothes were all expensive—beyond what an ordinary family could afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Yao agreed: “True. Earlier, Li Yiyi said Li Heng spent more on meals outside than he and Hu Ping did—he never checked prices, only cared if food tasted good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Meng suddenly understood: “Oh! Now that you mention it, I remember—among all the boys in 325 or even Fudan University, only Li Heng dared openly date Zhou Shihe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Hu Ping, who’s so handsome, wouldn’t dare speak loudly in front of Zhou Shihe. I think that’s the confidence his writer identity gives him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Yuanyuan added: “And Teacher Yu Shuheng—they’re very close, often seen entering and leaving campus together. I doubt any other professor would dare do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this analysis, the girls finally realized: the signs had been there all along, plenty of hints. They’d just been limited by conventional thinking, never daring to consider it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Li Heng appeared in the crowd this morning, none of them thought of him as the famous writer Shiyue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prestige of the writer Shiyue was simply too immense—it demanded they look up to him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dissecting Li Heng’s identity, the seven women fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat in a circle, staring blankly at each other; a suffocating atmosphere spread, leaving them without the will to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about ten minutes, Wei Sisi broke the silence, turning to Wei Xiaozhu: “Xiaozhu, I really want to know—can such an outstanding Li Heng change your university vow of no romance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Dai Qing’s peripheral vision shifted right, secretly observing her best friend’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other girls did the same, staring fixedly at Wei Xiaozhu, wondering if even this beautiful, high-achieving woman could break her principles for Li Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting their gazes, Wei Xiaozhu reached over, took the newspaper from Dai Qing’s hands, and bent to scan the news. After a long pause, she deflected with a question: “Do you think Li Heng will pursue me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Sisi asked: “What if he does?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu thought for a moment, then smiled: “If he does, I might seriously consider it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her answer honored Li Heng while using an impossible hypothetical to save face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Qing glanced at her friend once more, then stood up, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the calmness of the girls’ dorm, the boys burst in and unleashed their overwhelming emotions with exclamations: “Holy shit!” “Fuck!” “Holy hell!” and “Mother of god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang screamed for a while, then casually pulled a pack of Huaizi cigarettes from Hu Ping’s drawer and passed them out one by one; soon he lit one himself. “Holy shit! This is totally unexpected! I thought Hu and Yi were already wild, but Hengge has been hiding this deep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just now, I called my high school classmate’s house outside campus and told her my college roommate is the legendary writer Shiyue—guess her reaction?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming pulled out a box of matches and lit everyone’s cigarettes. “Was your high school classmate male or female?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Female—my high school desk partner. We were super close. We didn’t have a landline at home, so I always used her to relay messages to my family,” Li Guang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dailing guessed: “She was shocked? Like us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bullshit! No shock at all! She didn’t believe me! I kept describing the grand scene I saw at the campus gate, and she got annoyed and yelled I was crazy—told me to go to a mental hospital! Motherfucker! I’m so upset. I’ve got this insane roommate, and no one believes me—it’s like talking to ducks. They’re so shallow.” Li Guang was crushed by the unjust scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone burst out laughing and offered advice to get revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yiyi suggested: “Big Brother, easy fix. Today’s news will definitely be in the paper tonight or tomorrow morning. Then you call her again, repeat what you said, and make her apologize properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang grinned, jumped up, and smacked Li Yiyi’s head with a loud kiss. “Nice! Old Yi, your brain’s finally working—finally did something useful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yiyi bit his cigarette and said: “Hengge really blew me away today. I’m going three days without touching a woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming asked: “Why three days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang rubbed Li Yiyi’s waist with his right hand. “Old Zhou, I gotta call you out on this. Old Yi must’ve overdone it yesterday—totally drained. What else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yiyi kicked Li Guang away and declared loudly: “I’m showing respect for Hengge! Today, I won’t hide it—I almost knelt down at the campus gate. I’ve never bowed to anyone in my life… except Hengge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, put on yesterday’s signed white shirt, and patted his chest proudly: “When we go to Xianghui Hall, I’m wearing this. Guaranteed 100% attention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Bing asked: “Old Yi, did you already know Li was Shiyue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Bing, I see your soul is pure, so I won’t curse you. If I’d known Hengge was a famous writer, I’d have bought a dozen clothes for him to sign. I signed yesterday because my girlfriend loves his albums. I got totally ripped off.” Li Yiyi slouched and mumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming finished a cigarette in big puffs and asked: “Li is Shiyue. What do you all think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yiyi kissed his shirt: “No thoughts. From now on, if I see a girl at another school I like, I’ll casually mention my roommate is Li Heng—haha! Who could refuse to be friends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone fell silent, wanting to beat the bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming asked Li Guang: “Little Li, what about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang bristled: “Don’t call me Little Li.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming didn’t care: “What else should I call you? Dare you use ‘Old Li’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! I dare not. You guys just keep picking on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang cursed, then raised both hands: “Thoughts? Too many to count. First thought: I’m moving to Shanghai and clinging to Hengge’s leg for life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it sounded like flattery, no one mocked him—unusually silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who, with a roommate this powerful, would be foolish enough to pretend aloofness and not build a connection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their hearts: with Old Li around, life gains an extra layer of security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That security may never be used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But isn’t it true: you never know which comes first—tomorrow or an accident?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who can guarantee a lifetime of smooth sailing? Who can guarantee never needing help?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you must ask for help, why grovel to strangers? Why not build ties with Old Li early?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming asked Tang Dailing: “Old Tang, what about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dailing spoke plainly: “My head’s still spinning. Later, I’m asking Hengge to buy me drinks—I’m proud of him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming asked Zhang Bing: “Brother Bing, you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After summer break, Zhang Bing would be twenty-six—far older than the others, with their lack of maturity: “Having Old Li in our dorm is a once-in-a-thousand-years blessing. We must work hard—we can’t hold him back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming asked Hu Ping: “Old Hu, you usually talk the most. Why so quiet today? Why keep smoking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ping had already finished two cigarettes and was lighting a third. He inhaled deeply three times, exhaled two perfect smoke rings, then spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I and Old Li aren’t from the same world. The gap between us is too wide. Old Li woke me up—I accept it fully. Guys, I’m going to settle something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed the third cigarette between his fingers, stood up, and walked toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming called after him, confused: “Old Hu, what are you settling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ping waved his hand powerfully in the air and walked out without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dailing worried: “Will Old Hu be okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang, without thinking, blurted: “Old Tang, you think he’ll kill himself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Bing immediately stood up: “I’ll go check. Who’s coming with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yiyi vaguely guessed what was happening and wanted to follow—but when he saw the others’ eyes instinctively fix on him, he pulled his foot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Zhou Zhangming clapped Tang Dailing on the shoulder: “Old Tang, come with me and Brother Bing. If something happens, we’ll need someone to run errands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 325 Dorm, Zhang Bing was the most level-headed, and spoke the least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhangming had the strongest sense of responsibility, always acting like the big brother, treating the other dorm mates like younger siblings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dailing was the most honest—he’d never spoken ill of anyone, never lied, and always handled all dorm cleaning alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guang was impulsive, always acting on whims, highly emotional, liked to tease others, but his heart wasn’t bad—he was an optimist, always laughing. Everyone liked being around him because he was fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ping and Li Yiyi shared one trait: they used their wealthy backgrounds and urban upbringing to feel naturally superior, and with their good looks, they looked down on most people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ping was more upright—he disliked someone, he showed it plainly, no games, no fake niceties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yiyi was the opposite—he smiled to your face, then plotted to destroy you behind your back. Like Wei Xiaozhu’s hometown friend Liu Quan, still lying in the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lushan Village, House No. 26, Study Room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking tea and chatting, Principal Sun, with the other officials, wisely withdrew, leaving the space alone for Li Heng and Mr. Jin Yong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, as soon as Principal Sun and the others left, Li Heng led the guest into the study room—along with Editor Liao, Mr. Jin Yong’s secretary, and Teacher Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered the study, Jin Yong stood motionless by the door, his eyes slowly tracing the rows of bookshelves, and finally sighed: “Books fill all four walls, vast as an ocean. Master Li is truly a master—no wonder he produces masterpieces so frequently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Post first, then revise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",5990,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9339cb64c2e35589c522b49d9460fd3a2de5fab8d34dcc76675b241d660610fe","1987-my-era-chapter-517","1987-my-era-chapter-515",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]