[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-92":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},2259252,4409,"Chapter 92: students don't matter, mom was once your dad's student too","1987-my-era-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>At checkout, Xiao Han repacked a portion of wonton for Yang Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she had still believed her best friend had gone to the restroom, the moment Li Heng appeared, she understood everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she had suspected, Yang Ying left and never returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crossing the street to the school gate, Li Heng asked, “Where are you going? Classroom or dorm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han replied crisply, “Dorm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked again, “Will you come out again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met; Xiao Han seemed to understand the unspoken look in his eyes, and smiled faintly as she shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no intention of coming out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much had happened today—this man had indirectly shown her his feelings, something she had long dreamed of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had merely swallowed the wonton whole at the shop without truly tasting it; now was the perfect chance to return to the dorm and digest it properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Xiao Han, emotionally overwhelmed today, was too afraid to be alone with him, fearing she might lose herself in this feverish emotion and offer no resistance to his advances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with him—she feared she’d follow him without thinking clearly, which would be irresponsible to him, to herself, and to this love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing this long-awaited love, she must cherish it, treat it with caution, and respect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After enduring so many years, for her, being together meant a lifetime—once chosen, she would never turn back, even if he became a villain or a stranger tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts were simple: think it through first, then commit without any escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han took the wonton and returned to the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng understood her; he didn’t try to stop her. After seeing her to the girls’ dorm entrance, he returned to the school gate and bought a silk scarf from a clothing store to give as a gift to his English teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher’s family building, third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the door opened, Li Heng handed over the wrapped scarf and offered his wishes again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, happy birthday!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher was surprised, then pleased. “You shouldn’t have spent so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng grinned. “Spent? It’s nothing. A small token of my respect—gifts aren’t about price, but heart. Don’t refuse it. When my students become successful, I’ll give you something better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen’s smile never faded, nearly splitting her lips. “Fine. Even though I already think you’ve succeeded, I’ll wait for the day you succeed even more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng responded, then casually took a cup of warm water and drained it in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After putting the scarf away in her bedroom, Wang Runwen asked, “Did you and Xiao Han eat enough? Should I cook you two more dishes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was speechless. “Teacher, I’ve always respected you. Can’t you respect me too? You have no privacy at all—it’s unbearable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen brushed her hair back with her right hand and smiled. “Don’t blame me. You two don’t hide it at school—don’t expect me to pretend I don’t see you in the hallway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng suddenly said, “Are you just waiting in the hallway like a hunter lying in wait?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen chuckled, her smile turning cold. “You’re a child who hasn’t even grown a single hair—you’re not worth my effort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who says I haven’t grown any hair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll scare you to death if I pull it out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! The guys in Dorm 215 never dared to bathe alone with him in the public shower—why? Because they were all collectively ashamed—his equipment was more than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Knock knock knock…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the two sat down to chat, a knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen got up to open it and found her mother standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—the same fashionable woman from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you here?” The English teacher’s face fell, her tone sharp. She stood at the doorway, making no move to let her in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fashionable woman was used to her daughter’s attitude. She stretched her neck to glance at Li Heng inside, then whispered with a knowing tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I interrupting? If it’s inconvenient, I’ll come another day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen’s tone dropped to ice. “Let me say it again—he’s my student!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fashionable woman patted her chest and said meaningfully, “Being a student doesn’t matter. Your mother was once your father’s student too. This Li Heng is exceptionally good-looking—you’re not losing out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen flew into a rage, opening her mouth to shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Li Heng stood up at once, sensing the tension, and said to the English teacher:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, I have something to attend to. I’ll take my leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher nodded, stepped aside, and let him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Li Heng’s figure vanished down the hallway, the fashionable woman said, “I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I sensed a scholarly aura from this boy. What does his family do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher didn’t want to answer. Seeing she wouldn’t leave, she simply stepped outside and went to visit the headmaster’s wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Dorm 215, he found it empty. Li Heng lost all desire to linger, quickly bathed, washed his clothes and socks, hung them to dry, and headed straight for the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to use this free time to open Huang Zhaoyi’s letter and read it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This female reader was truly enthusiastic—nearly three months, and this was already her fifth letter to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the dates, she wrote back immediately after each of his replies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was so warm, her respect so genuine, she made him feel elevated and deeply appreciated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The envelope felt thick; inside were still three pages of letter paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for the first letter, which had four pages, all subsequent ones seemed fixed at three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first half continued as always—asking questions and discussing literature with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reading these elegant, beautiful words, and sensing the quiet admiration behind them, Li Heng sometimes had to sigh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Literature is trending these days—men like me, known for writing, are in demand. Even a teacher from the Drama Academy admires me so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he were a charming, wicked man…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the second half of the letter, Huang Zhaoyi broke from tradition and mentioned her personal life for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wrote: There will be Peking Opera performances this summer—six shows in Shanghai in July, four in Beijing in August. Would he be interested in attending in person?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was interested, she would cover all expenses—food, lodging, transportation—and reserve tickets for him in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So generous?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she a big name in the Peking Opera world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveling to Beijing and Shanghai would cost a fortune—how could she afford such confidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was she, as the English teacher suggested, from a wealthy family? Even the editor-in-chief of *Shouhuo* had to curry favor with her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, in his past life, he hadn’t paid much attention to Peking Opera. Tian Rune loved it dearly, but back then, conditions were too limited—attending live performances was unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the new century, family conditions improved, but his mother had grown old and no longer liked to travel. She always stayed home, watching CCTV Channel 11, which featured China’s finest opera arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gathering his thoughts, Li Heng replied as he always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrote only about literary discussion—something he could handle effortlessly. His knowledge easily outshone hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for attending the Peking Opera performance, he pretended not to notice and didn’t mention it at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he didn’t know her well; meeting face-to-face felt awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng shook his head, cleared away the cluttered thoughts, kept his reply around seven hundred characters, then put down his pen, refusing to add more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, if not for her connection with Editor Liao and because she was the first reader to reach out to him—with emotional weight—he would’ve quit long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, this woman was sharp. Just from the return address, she had pinned his identity to No. 1 High School—otherwise, she wouldn’t have mentioned only the summer performances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Huang Zhaoyi could never guess he was a student. Li Heng even indulged in a dark thought: someday, if they met in person and she saw his youthful face…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh! Would she suffer instant social death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around 9 p.m., Zhang Zhiyong came to the classroom looking for him. The fool radiated a gloomy aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng looked up. “What’s wrong? Lost everything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong pouted, on the verge of tears. “Damn it! I lost all thirteen games. I swear Sun Manning’s been possessed—she wins every single match, every single time, more accurately than Ximen Qing beating Pan Jinlian!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Zhiyong, are you asking for a beating? Watch your language!” Sun Manning marched in, rolling up her sleeves, furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong turned around and froze, his face as if he’d seen a ghost. He fell silent immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Manning stepped closer and asked Li Heng, “I heard you’re going home tomorrow? You didn’t go home during the last break—why go now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng replied casually, “I have something to attend to at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, that’s too bad. Ming morning, Mai Sui will come. I was going to invite Song Yu and we’d go hiking together.” Sun Manning’s eyes sparkled—clearly using Song Yu to lure him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of Mai Sui, Zhang Zhiyong asked, “Isn’t Mai Sui from Shaodong? Why does she always show up the day after every break?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Manning rolled her eyes. “Dumb! Her hometown is Shaodong, yes—but didn’t I tell you she’s my elementary school classmate? Use your pig brain—where does Mai Sui actually live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong was confused. “Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course in Shaoshi. Her mother is from Shaoshi. But during holidays and summer\u002Fwinter breaks, she returns to her father’s hometown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She waved her hand in front of Li Heng. “Hey! Don’t go home. Come hiking with us. There’s a temple on the mountain—we’re planning to pray for good luck before the college entrance exam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea of hiking with Song Yu was tempting, but he still shook his head. “No, you guys go. Just burn some incense for me too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Climbing the mountain with Song Yu was tempting enough, but he still shook his head. “No, you two go ahead—while you’re at it, burn some incense for me too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even Song Yu’s sweet presence can’t sway you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even you can resist the fragrant Song Yu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’ll tell Song Yu—let your crush burn incense for you.” Sun Manning gave up, her enthusiasm fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ps: Request monthly votes! Request subscriptions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>P.S.: Please support with monthly votes and subscriptions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1767,"2026-06-19T15:27:33.982Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","78ec1ee5110d5f10018cbc6efd5d3fb6cc34afcb99975b46e3891174f8899d85","1987-my-era-chapter-93","1987-my-era-chapter-91",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]