Chapter 12: The Secret of the Uyghurs

Monday, early morning.

The primary school Bai Guagua attends is nearby, less than a ten-minute walk away, but Zhang Wei's school requires a subway ride to reach, so he got up very early; while brushing his teeth, he cooked two eggs, then left one in the pot so that after Bai Guagua wakes up, she can come and take it herself.

The two of them have always had breakfast like this, and it has been going on for about two years.

Half an hour later, Zhang Wei sat on the subway, just thinking about taking out his English book to memorize a few sentences, but after his mind turned, he took out his phone instead, opened WeChat, and started posting to his Moments—the kind that requires clicking "read full text":

Early in the morning, don't waste your precious time scrolling through things like Weibo or Moments; young people should read more books and broaden their knowledge. If you don't believe me, try reading the following words: eat shit, eat shit, eat shit, eat shit, eat shit, eat shit?

Did you realize that apart from "eat shit," you don't know how to read anything else?

Let me tell you, actually... besides "eat shit," the other words are also read as "eat shit"!

This hour is exactly when office workers and students are on buses or subways, and most people are listlessly scrolling through their phones, looking here and there; when they scrolled to this post from Zhang Wei, whether it was his classmates or people he knew from when he worked part-time, they all contributed a wave of Resentment Value.

Some people who were a bit of a germaphobe were even eating breakfast, and upon seeing this post, they threw away what they were holding.

Absorbed Huang Jiangyun's Resentment, +56

Absorbed...

Watching the Resentment Value climb back over four thousand, Zhang Wei felt listless, a sense of loss like having a box full of RMB but only being able to use it to fold paper boats and let them float away on the water.

Just as he entered the school gate, he bumped right into that beautiful female class monitor; Zhang Wei chuckled and greeted her.

The moment she saw his expression, Han Mei's anger flared up; she glared at him fiercely, tossed her ponytail, and turned to walk away.

Absorbed Han Mei's Resentment, +10, +3, +1...

Zhang Wei was baffled: Isn't it said that you shouldn't glare at someone who is smiling? Why is she still so emotional?

As a top-tier key middle school in the area, the students here have quite high self-discipline in their studies; whether it is morning study or evening study, everyone sits at their own desks reading silently, and the atmosphere is completely hushed.

Zhang Wei walked into the teaching building, and his first reaction was: is there a market fair today?

A buzzing sound permeated the morning air, and it was the kind of chaotic, aimless chatter; thousands of voices gathered together like the clamor of a marketplace, not at all like the order of the past.

As students in the prime of their youth, this group is the most prone to accepting the emergence of new things, and also the type of people most eager for a twist to appear in their ordinary, dull academic lives.

The twist that appeared on Friday night—whether it was the hideous giant beast as vast as the stars, the moon that had been bitten into, leaving a gap, or that final white line that stretched across the firmament...

To sum it up, it completely overturned the world's worldview, overturned the science of the past, and also overturned the world in the eyes of these teenagers.

Laws of physics, chemical formulas, mathematical mysteries—in front of that scene which looked like a myth that night, they seemed so dull, so powerless, and even became a joke.

The world had always longed for the appearance of aliens or extraterrestrial civilizations, and countless films or literature have reflected this well; however, it was like an ant that had cautiously crawled out of its nest and just poked its antennae into the outside world, only to find a gargantuan, peerless dinosaur standing in front of its door—it appeared in a way that was completely unexpected...

Zhang Wei could imagine a little bit what the mood of the world's rulers was like; it probably couldn't be separated from the four words "walking on thin ice," because no one could predict the future direction of the world or the changes about to happen in society.

However, in this school, or rather for all teenagers across the world, they didn't need to think that much; if one sentence could summarize their mood—let the ordinary fade away, let the miraculous descend, come on everybody, let's party together!

Therefore, when Monday arrived, the students gathered back in the classroom had absolutely no heart for studying; no one could control the scene, and even if a few students wanted to bury their heads in their work, they were quickly infected by the surrounding atmosphere and joined in the heated discussions.

The class was divided into several small circles chatting away; seeing Zhang Wei walk into the classroom, a few gazes turned over, and the voices lowered slightly, but they still reached Zhang Wei's ears, word for word.

"The guy who got milk tea splashed in his face by Han Mei is here."

"I heard he was pestering her endlessly, which made Mei Mei lose her temper."

"What did he even do to make a girl with such a good temper as Mei Mei that angry?"

"Does that even need asking? Just look at how he talks usually, and those things he posts on his Moments."

"A real piece of work... I told you he and Han Mei were impossible; they're people from two different worlds."

"Exactly, I heard he didn't even have the money to pay the bill after drinking the milk tea; how could a guy like that catch Han Mei's eye? Her family is one of the best even in our school."

Although this middle school is not a noble school in the absolute sense, it has always been a favorite for local elite families; those children who have received more and better educational resources since childhood have top-tier grades, and the school naturally admits them first—in this way, the limited spots are tilted toward them, leaving much less for children from commoner backgrounds.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Wei's grades were truly top-tier during the high school entrance exam, he wouldn't have been successfully admitted to this school.

But because of this, Zhang Wei naturally couldn't enter the circles of his classmates, and his personality was already a bit unsociable, so being ostracized was to be expected.

Zhang Wei, walking past, heard that he had become the male lead in such an absurd rumor, and naturally felt extremely pissed off; pestering her endlessly, my ass...

So he walked over and gave a pure smile to a girl who was busy orchestrating rumors about him: "Xie Zihan, what is the secret of the Uyghurs?"

Xie Zihan, seeing him walk over, had originally been a bit nervous, but seeing him ask such a strange question, she couldn't help but be stunned: "What secret of the Uyghurs?"

"You don't know?" Zhang Wei shrugged in confusion and said, "Han Mei once said you have a secret of the Uyghurs."

Xie Zihan was completely dumbfounded, still unable to figure out what he was talking about, when another girl in the circle blurted out: "It's Victoria's Secret, right?"

What??????

All the girls in the circle looked shocked; clearly, that was indeed the case. And several boys' gazes involuntarily drifted toward Xie Zihan's chest, their faces showing expressions of disbelief.

... Since when did Han Mei get that close to this kid? To the point of talking about the bra her best friend wears?

Wait!!

Did Han Mei also say something about my...

In an instant, the expressions of all the girls in the circle changed. And Xie Zihan's face slowly flushed red; she was completely flustered.

Why the hell are you talking about my bra for no reason?? Huh?? Is that what you two do when you're dating, just whisper about these things behind people's backs??

Absorbed Xie Zihan's Resentment, +99, +3, +3...

Absorbed Wang Zixuan's Resentment, +66

Absorbed...

Seeing over eight hundred points of Resentment instantly credited, Zhang Wei was happy and suddenly clapped his hands, saying: "I got it, the secret of the Uyghurs is actually the same as Victoria's Secret; it's the same thing!"

The other students looked at him blankly, having no idea what he was thinking.

Zhang Wei leaned down with a solemn expression: "Victoria's Secret is that she likes to eat grapes; the secret of the Uyghurs is that grapes are delicious."

Grapes... are delicious...

Everyone was immediately thrown into disarray by this bizarre logic, and they couldn't help but look at Xie Zihan's chest...

... What on earth is this country bumpkin thinking?

Xie Zihan stood up with a swoosh, her face looking like she was crying and laughing at the same time...

Is that enough? Is that enough? You shameless, shameless jerk!

"……I'm going to the restroom." Leaving this sentence behind in a rush, Xie Zihan left the classroom like a flash.

Absorbing Xie Zihan's Resentment, +99, +3, +3……

Absorbing……

Zhang Wei watched Xie Zihan's slender back with some reluctance, smacking his lips…… Another eight hundred plus in the account; the classmates are truly too adorable.