[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-61":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},2259221,4409,"Chapter 61: Very Impressive","1987-my-era-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>Seeing her shocked expression, Yang Yingwen spoke up indignantly for Chen Zijin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just had a problem with Zijin, and immediately went chasing after Song Yu—you’re a complete bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Han, you’re so beautiful, be careful to keep your distance from him, or he might turn to you after failing to win over Song Yu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm.” Xiao Han nodded vigorously, eager to show solidarity with her best friend, and chirped: “You too, Yingwen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yingwen chuckled bitterly: “I don’t have to worry—he always calls me an old rag when we fight: old, dry, flat, not worth any interest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han couldn’t help but smile sweetly, then quickly pulled two tangerines from her desk, handing one to each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She comforted them: “Here, let’s stop talking about bastards and eat some tangerines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class 204.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Zou Ai returned from the academic office, enthusiastically telling everyone a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A joke about Liu Yejiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, something hilarious had happened in the academic office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Liu Yejiang learned he’d scored only 81 in math, his eyes turned red; he stubbornly asked the teacher entering scores:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much did Li Heng get?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teacher entering scores was Yang, homeroom teacher of the neighboring Class 205, who replied with a knowing look:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Yejiang, I heard from Wang Qi that before the exam you swore an oath—you were dead certain you’d beat Li Heng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Wang even offered you five yuan as a reward to motivate you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But your geography is four points lower, your politics six points lower, and your math? A shocking 39—every subject below his. How are you going to face this? I’m already worried for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, I’m worried for him too.” Zhou, the PE teacher and a minor school official, chimed in, smoking a cigarette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yejiang flushed and protested: “My Chinese, English, and history scores haven’t come out yet—I still have a chance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Teacher Yang turned to the vice principal: “Director, have you seen his Chinese score yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vice principal, grading papers, replied: “Not all are finished—I’ll check them tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the vice principal glanced at Liu Yejiang and said: “You’ve been sitting here all afternoon without eating—go have dinner first. I’ll hand out the papers during evening study hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Liu Yejiang was nearly unhinged, the teachers all tried to comfort him; it took a long time to finally get him to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After recounting what happened in the academic office, Zou Ai began mimicking Liu Yejiang’s voice, whining:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much did Li Heng get? How much did Li Heng get? Just how much did Li Heng get, aaaah!…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zou Ai had a gift for mimicry—he captured Liu Yejiang’s voice and gestures perfectly, and everyone burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong added fuel to the fire: “Exactly! Pfft! What kind of trash dares compare himself to my brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the two were turning Liu Yejiang into a punchline, a female classmate kindly warned: “Liu Yejiang’s coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? So what if he’s here? An 81-point little monkey dares challenge a 120-point Buddha? Must’ve watched too much Journey to the West—thinks he’s evolved now. He dares do it, I can’t say it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong valued loyalty above all—insulting his best friend was an insult to him; now that the wind was in his favor, how could he not press the advantage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yejiang, entering the classroom, heard every word clearly, his anger flaring—but when he saw Zhang Zhiyong smirking at him, he swallowed some of it down:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Zhiyong, don’t get cocky. Everyone knows Li Heng isn’t top in English or Chinese—who’s laughing last is still up in the air.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Zhiyong could retort, Liu Li spoke up: “Li Heng isn’t top in Chinese or English, but his total score always beats yours—where’s your face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zou Ai patted his own butt, sneering: “I gave him his face! I gave it to him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yejiang was furious but dared not strike—he’d been chased and beaten with a stool by Li Heng last time, and the memory still sent chills down his spine; yet he couldn’t swallow his pride, so he resolved to make up for it with his grades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now… his grades…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Liu Yejiang’s thunder was loud but his rain light; under the watchful eyes of many classmates, he slumped back to his seat in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng entered the classroom just as the evening study bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t even sat down when the math teacher walked in carrying a stack of exam papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Pan first placed the papers on the podium, then picked a white chalk from the box, turned, and silently began writing on the blackboard:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple Choice: Full Marks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fill-in-the-Blank: Full Marks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Answer: Full Marks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total: 120!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, the math teacher held the chalk tip and said: “This is Li Heng’s math score from the scholarship exam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even though the final problem was flawed, increasing the difficulty severalfold, Li Heng still solved it using exceptional knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very impressive. Very impressive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the math teacher smiled gently: “‘Very impressive’ isn’t my phrase—it’s what other math teachers said. I’m just imitating their tone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This exam was overall quite difficult—many questions were from competitions. Scoring over 100 is already impressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scores above 90 are elite; 70 or 80 are excellent. When the papers are handed out, don’t be discouraged—believe in yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s start distributing papers. I’ll call names—come up to collect yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, the math teacher put down the chalk and began calling out names:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song Yu, 101. Mai Sui, 100. Liu Li, 92…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, I got 92!” Liu Li behind them rubbed her hands, beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zou Ai, 90. Chen Lijun, 89. Sun Manning, 89…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, the teacher only called names, not scores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he reached Liu Yejiang, Teacher Pan asked kindly: “Liu Yejiang, how come you only got 81? Were you nervous during the exam?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he was nervous—he couldn’t solve the last three long-answer questions, and seeing Li Heng blaze through them all, his mindset collapsed; he didn’t even check his paper, just gritted his teeth and wrestled with those three problems!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result was predictable…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yejiang said nothing, took his paper, and lowered his head back to his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After distributing all papers, Teacher Pan asked: “Anyone without a paper? Any missing ones?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng raised his hand: “Teacher, I don’t have mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The math teacher leaned against the podium: “Your paper was taken by another teacher to be displayed as an example—it’ll be returned tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Sun Manning in the front row passed him a scratch pad, on which was written: So fierce! Treat us! Treat us!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng replied: What do you want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Manning wrote back: Spicy pork trotters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing, she passed it to Mai Sui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui glanced at it, turned to look at Li Heng, and playfully wrote: A cup of tofu pudding, +++ sugar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing, Mai Sui placed the pad on Song Yu’s desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading it, Song Yu smiled prettily, uncapped her fountain pen, and added her own: Dried plum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the scratch pad returned to Li Heng’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! They’re really not holding back! Spicy pork trotters are expensive! Super expensive! 1.2 yuan a plate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng wrote back: No problem. See you this weekend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1225,"2026-06-19T15:27:33.982Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d1fee5e186043b769a792e36b96e8d2543f78158349917f052f7654605993517","1987-my-era-chapter-62","1987-my-era-chapter-60",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]