[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-90":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},2259250,4409,"Chapter 90: Good News (Subscription Requested!)","1987-my-era-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>Every month on the day off, the big playground was always filled with the sight of many medium-sized buses, all there to pick up students from the county and townships to go home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this familiar scene again after his rebirth, Li Heng felt a pang of envy—when would there be a bus to pick up students from Qian Town?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this seemed like nothing more than a daydream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every year, only a handful of students from Qian Town managed to get into No. 1 City High School. In an era when such buses were still rare resources, why would anyone come all the way here? It wasn’t worth the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mai Sui climbed back into her family’s minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lijun and Liu Li, also from Dongkou County, boarded the medium-sized bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu was picked up by her parents and walked home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, only Li Heng, Zhang Zhiyong, and Sun Manning remained on the playground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Manning asked Li Heng: “Wanna play basketball? I’ll play with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng, preoccupied with Xiao Han, shook his head. “Let Lao Yong play with you—I’ve got something to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Manning stretched her neck. “Song Yu’s already gone home. What else could you possibly have to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to see my second sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng casually lied, then gave Zhang Zhiyong a subtle glance to distract this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing another solo date with a girl, Zhang Zhiyong was sullen—he still hoped to score a free meal since his pockets were always empty at month’s end, and now he was being brushed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this guy was always loyal. He gathered courage and blocked Sun Manning: “Sun Manning, let’s play pool! Damn it! Last time I lost to you—I still can’t accept it. Let’s go again! Daring enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Manning grinned, rolled up her sleeves. “Fine, who’s afraid? Today I’ll make you crawl on the floor looking for your teeth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the two head straight for the pool hall, Li Heng nodded approvingly—good. Though Lao Yong was often clueless, sometimes he actually had a brainwave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to step toward the school gate, a voice suddenly rang out from the third floor of the teachers’ residential building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Heng, come here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was deep and magnetic—just hearing it, without even seeing the person, felt intensely alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng looked up, didn’t ask why the English teacher called him, and turned sharply toward the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clip-clop, turn the corner, clip-clop—soon he was on the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, what did you need?” At the door, Li Heng panted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in.” Wang Runwen adjusted her glasses with her fingertips and walked toward the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before even stepping inside and changing shoes, Li Heng already smelled the aroma of meat—so the teacher had invited him to dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an era of food shortages, this should have been a joyful occasion—but right now, he couldn’t feel happy at all. Why? He had a date to keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he stood Yang Yingwen up this time, given the old rag’s temper, she might not help him again next time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? I’m inviting you to dinner, and you’re not happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen noticed his expression wasn’t as cheerful as usual. She crossed her arms and squinted at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Got it—the table had rice wine prepared too. Clearly, the teacher had something on her mind and wanted company to drink with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Li Heng spoke honestly: “Of course I’m not unwilling—I’m thrilled! But I made plans with a classmate for dinner, and I don’t want him waiting around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen’s logic was just like Sun Manning’s: “I saw Song Yu leave. Who else could you possibly be meeting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng replied: “Teacher, come on—you know I have lots of classmates, not just Song Yu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen sneered: “You’ve hooked up with a new girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng shot back: “Why can’t it be a guy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen chuckled. “What kind of person do you think I don’t know? Would you turn down two bowls of meat for a guy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng shook his head. “It’s different. You can’t finish all these dishes yourself—I’ll still get to eat them when I come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen stared at him a moment, then her tone grew cold. “Then get out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be like that, Teacher. Don’t turn your back on me just because we can’t eat together—we’re still friends.” Li Heng blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out! If you don’t eat it now, I’ll feed it all to the dog.” Wang Runwen didn’t buy it. She jerked her chin toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the wall clock, Li Heng weighed his options—then decided to meet Xiao Han. Her importance to him was beyond comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he turned toward the door, Wang Runwen called out from behind: “Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng stopped and turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen disappeared into the bedroom, then reappeared holding two letters and a money order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng took them and glanced—no surprise. The first letter was from reader Huang Zhao Yi; he recognized her elegant handwriting at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The money order came from Shanghai’s “Shouhuo” Magazine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second letter was from editor Zou Ping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng opened the second letter and skimmed it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It contained three main points:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First: The novel “Wan Zhu” had been accepted and would be published in the June 20th issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second: The novel “To Live” had become wildly popular—“Shouhuo” had already printed an additional 1.1 million copies, an unprecedented event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, Zou Ping secretly told him: Every day, countless readers called or wrote to the editorial office, strongly demanding that “Shouhuo” publish “To Live” as a standalone book—for collecting, gifting, and reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zou Ping also said this had drawn the high-level attention of Chief Editor Ba Lao and Deputy Editor Liao, who were currently gathering reader feedback and would discuss the matter at next Monday’s meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Heng was thrilled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly threw his arms open to hug the English teacher in celebration—if a standalone edition happened, that meant royalties! Real money! It would boost his social status and fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell wouldn’t want that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dreamed of it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him suddenly go wild, the English teacher stepped back, lifting her right foot—only lowering it again when he made no actual move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her long hair and asked: “What’s got you so excited?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Li Heng shoved the first page of the letter into her hand. “Read it yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third point in the letter was also good news: Shanghai Radio Station wanted to broadcast “To Live” and had already contacted the magazine through connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magazine was seeking his consent—if he agreed, he’d receive 2,500 yuan in broadcast fees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was the 2,500 yuan calculated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng, as a layman, didn’t fully understand—but it was already a huge sum. Only a fool would refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading the letter, the English teacher’s face lit up with genuine joy. “Congratulations! I never expected you’d reach this point so fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng waved his hand boastfully. “Not yet—it’s not official. No need to celebrate yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher smiled silently, watching him return to the tea table to make a call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called “Shouhuo” Magazine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as it connected, Li Heng said to Editor Zou Ping: “Editor Zou, I received your letter—I’m thrilled and deeply grateful. I agree to the radio broadcast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Teacher Li. I’ll contact Shanghai Radio right away and send you the 2,500 yuan fee via money order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was standard business—Zou Ping stood to benefit too, and he sounded genuinely pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng nodded. “Good. Let me know if there’s news about the standalone edition. I’ve got something to attend to now—talk later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Teacher Li, talk later.” Zou Ping waited until the dial tone sounded before hanging up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher sighed. “Writers make money fast—4,050 yuan before, now another 2,500. In less than half a year, your wealth has surpassed mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng chuckled, unable to resist showing off. “If the standalone edition really happens, this is just pocket change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the unnaturally young face before her, Wang Runwen sighed again. “I suddenly feel teaching is pointless—my salary’s too low.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng quickly comforted her: “The end of the universe is a permanent post. So many people want to be teachers but can’t even get in. Teacher, you’re getting a bit full of yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My money is mine—it won’t slip into your pocket. We need to face reality, not get blinded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unintentionally, he showed off again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher’s chest rose and fell several times. She waved her hand irritably: “Get out! Go! I can’t stand looking at you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the third time she’d yelled “get out.” Li Heng thought to himself—her temper really was terrible. No wonder her chest, though full, had no takers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed shoes, stepped out, and asked before leaving: “Teacher, are you having trouble? I saw you set out wine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Just felt like drinking. Go do your thing.” With that, she kicked the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside and outside—the world split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm. My phrasing’s off. But fine—yin and yang are separate. Men are yang, women are yin. It’s almost fitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second-floor landing, he bumped into the music teacher and the doctor, the latter carrying a birthday cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprised by the sudden encounter, the doctor asked: “Hey, Li Heng, why are you leaving? Didn’t Runwen just call you for dinner?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng’s gaze landed on the cake—he suddenly understood. “Is today the English teacher’s birthday?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music teacher chimed in: “Yes. Your English teacher is 28 today. You’re not staying for dinner? Where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s why the meal was so lavish. That’s why the teacher invited him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he hesitated, the English teacher’s voice rang from upstairs: “Li Heng, go ahead if you’re busy—I’ll invite you another time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng looked up. “Teacher, happy birthday!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it. Get out.” Her bold voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s just unfair—again with the “get out.” Am I that unlucky?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng sprinted downstairs, out the school gate, and quickly found the dumpling and wonton shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop was small, with only five old tung wood tables—everything visible at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because it was the monthly break, or maybe because it was dinner time, there were few customers—only Yang Yingwen and Xiao Han inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han sat with her back to the door, lowering mountain pepper oil into her wonton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yingwen, facing the door, saw Li Heng arrive and immediately told Xiao Han: “I’m going to the restroom—be right back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han hummed in response but didn’t look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Requesting monthly tickets! Requesting subscriptions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1779,"2026-06-19T15:27:33.982Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0509cfef8e5255268f3752449d226c6225690d2d84c534878753a17a3c712f6e","1987-my-era-chapter-91","1987-my-era-chapter-89",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]