Chapter 55: You Two Need to Work Hard

Turning back, Wang Yan chatted with his classmates from time to time, eating skewers and drinking, feeling relaxed and content.

They were all students, without any overly complex thoughts, and they didn't need him to guide them; they were having a great time on their own.

On the right, Lin Jiamu and Zhao Ye were talking with a few people nearby, but their minds were always on Wang Yan's side.

She had seen clearly Wang Yan's head-patting and back-patting.

The feeling in her heart was not very good anyway.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking for her to talk, Lin Jiamu leaned over and stuck to Wang Yan.

She and Fang Hui had thought of the same thing: "Is your money enough for ordering so much? If not, I have some here."

As she spoke, she also took a handful of money from her pocket and tried to stuff it into Wang Yan's hand.

Wang Yan shook his head helplessly, put his right hand in his pocket, and took out another thousand or so from the space.

"It's enough, don't worry. If it's not enough, I'll take it from you, just eat with peace of mind," Wang Yan said, patting Lin Jiamu's shoulder.

"Alright, then let's drink."

Clinking glasses with Wang Yan, she also downed it in one fierce gulp.

Then she pretended to be choked, covering her mouth and coughing "cough, cough."

Wang Yan patted Lin Jiamu's back speechlessly: "That's enough, can I not tell the difference between a real cough and a fake one?"

Seeing she had been exposed, Lin Jiamu raised her head awkwardly and gave Wang Yan a silly grin.

Zhao Ye was always paying attention to Lin Jiamu; he had seen the scene where Lin Jiamu took out the money.

He wasn't a fool either; of course, he knew why. Although he felt uncomfortable seeing Lin Jiamu and Wang Yan so close, he still fumbled for money on his body and passed it over under the table.

Without a word, he just stared fixedly at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was the focus himself, and others noticed the movement here and looked over.

Patting Zhao Ye's hand that was holding the money, Wang Yan said: "You have a heart."

Subsequently, Wang Yan stood up, took out more than a thousand, and flicked it in the air—swish, swish. He had to show off; otherwise, this matter wouldn't end.

"Come, come, come, take a look, are you reassured now? You guys can eat boldly and drink with peace of mind."

Slapping the money on the table, Wang Yan opened a bottle of wine: "To thank everyone for your concern, I'll show my appreciation."

After finishing, amidst the cheers of his classmates, he blew through a whole bottle.

"Come, let's toast the class monitor, thank you, class monitor."

Someone proposed, everyone echoed, stood up, and had another drink with Wang Yan.

This time everyone wasn't worried, and the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.

Other diners didn't say anything about the commotion here; although they felt this group of students in school uniforms was a bit unruly, they weren't much better back in their day. Who didn't have a youthful prime? Everyone smiled knowingly, and the topic couldn't help but return to memories of the past.

"Hey, class monitor, I still have the guitar on my back, why don't you do another one?" said the male classmate who had sung "No Place to Hide."

When others heard this, this was good; Wang Yan's skills were indeed quite good, and they were all excited.

The troublemakers didn't give him a chance to refuse and immediately applauded: "Good, everyone applaud."

The guitar was already in front of Wang Yan, so why be coy? Just reluctantly show off a little.

Wang Yan stood up and strapped on the guitar: "Then I'll do one to help liven things up for everyone."

Other diners, noticing Wang Yan with the guitar on his back, also subconsciously wanted to listen.

Boss Li didn't even barbecue; they had known each other for a few months, but he didn't know the kid had this skill. Putting the skewers on the side of the grill, he opened a bottle of wine and took a big gulp, considering it a break.

Wang Yan still shamelessly said: "It's still a song I wrote myself, 'Flying Higher'."

After the words fell, Wang Yan strummed the guitar for accompaniment.

With a slightly smoky voice, he sang out.

"Life is like a big river"

"Sometimes quiet, sometimes crazy"

"This mysterious life is as sharp as a knife"

"Flying higher"

After singing one song, everyone's emotions were up.

"Class monitor is awesome!" the classmates shouted loudly.

Other diners and Boss Li also gave him a thumbs up.

Wang Yan opened another bottle of wine and gestured to the circle, and everyone raised their glasses to toast him from afar, drinking together.

Ignoring the admiration in Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu's eyes, Wang Yan sat down and chatted with others.

The meal lasted for three or four hours, and those who drank were basically dizzy.

Wang Yan wasn't reassured to let them go back like this; if something happened halfway, it wouldn't be clear.

He could only take a group of drunk people, walking and messing around on the road; sweating a bit could also sober them up.

They had originally said they were going to Beihai, but how could this group of people go? That would be asking for trouble.

When their condition improved, those who lived nearby went home in groups. For those who lived far away, Wang Yan called cars to send them back.

In the end, only Wang Yan, Fang Hui, and Lin Jiamu were left.

Zhao Ye had originally wanted to stay, but Lin Jiamu took advantage of her drunkenness to drive him away.

"Let's go, I'll send you two back."

Both of them were hesitant to speak.

Ignoring them, Wang Yan called a car, asked for their addresses, and sent them both home.

In the car, Wang Yan said: "Don't think too much, the most urgent task is studying."

Once these words were out, Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu both looked at Wang Yan in unison, and then looked at each other.

"Wang Yan, which university do you want to take the exam for?" Fang Hui asked.

"Huaqing."

Lin Jiamu said: "But your grades..."

"Isn't there still more than a year? Take it slow; you two also need to work hard."

"Hmm," the two responded in unison.

The driver's thoughts won't be mentioned.

After sending them off, Wang Yan returned home, tidied up, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Since then, Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu clearly became more diligent, and their grades climbed steadily.

As for Zhao Ye, apart from daily training, he also knew how to study hard and make progress.

There was no other way; Wang Yan's word was law, and the class atmosphere was set there. Plus, after a long time, he also knew he couldn't compare to Wang Yan, and gradually they became true friends, and he basically had no other thoughts.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran still didn't give up, studying Fang Hui whenever they had nothing to do, showing off in various ways.

It was a pity that the falling flowers were indeed heartless; Fang Hui didn't take it to heart at all.

She didn't know where she heard that Fang Hui wanted to go to Huaqing, but anyway, the two were full of confidence and wanted to go too; they were just determined to compete with Fang Hui.

Wang Yan could understand their thoughts—youthful admiration. What one couldn't get was always the best; perhaps Fang Hui had already become an obsession for the two.

When he, Wang Mou, sometimes thought of his secret crush back then, he couldn't help but miss her: "If I had flirted back then, it would have been great."

Later, Wang Yan also met his secret crush. How should he put it? Anyway, it was a bit lacking.

What was beautiful in his heart was the one from back then, from that time, that her.

Wang Yan's days were very plain, daily making some money and taking care of the orphanage.

It was just daily purchasing some nutritional supplements, clothing, and some medicines needed by the elderly and children, which could also reduce a lot of pressure.

Even this made the old director worry, so Wang Yan didn't dare to do too much, fearing the old man would worry, and could only wait until he went to university to talk about it.

Everything else was studying, and his grades steadily improved.

As long as he made up for some basic things, with Wang Yan's learning ability, his progress in the later stages was very fast.

The score line in the capital was relatively lower, by about thirty or forty points; six hundred twenty or thirty was enough to get in.

As long as Wang Yan maintained it, it was basically a sure thing.

It's worth mentioning that not all children from good family backgrounds were as self-centered as Chen Xun; there were still low-key players in their class.

At the New Year's party, there was one with good family conditions who used a video camera to record the whole party, which of course included the segment of Wang Yan singing.

This kid thought Wang Yan sang quite well, so he went back, edited it, and posted it on the forum, and the response was quite good.

Someone set their sights on Wang Yan and came to the school to find him a few days later.

Wang Yan sang to show off; he had no interest in going out to be a star, so he refused directly.

Finally, he retained the lyrics and composition credits and sold both songs.

This day, PE class.

"Hey, Wang Yan, you know about the Beijing Middle School League in two days, right?" During the break, Su Kai drank some water and sat next to Wang Yan to ask.

"I know, Zhao Ye has been nagging me about it for a long time. What's wrong?" Wang Yan pursed his lips to the side.

"I was thinking of letting you participate too?"

Organizing his language, Su Kai said: "You know, we are all sports students. And this league has a high enough standard; if we can achieve good results, we can all get a second-level certificate, which adds points to the college entrance exam."

"Other schools aren't weak, and we're a bit unsure, so we want you to play to ensure a win. After it's done, we'll treat you to a meal."

"No problem, you don't need to treat me to a meal; don't I play ball normally anyway?"

"But, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, my grades have always been very stable, it won't delay anything. Besides, if I really delayed it, would a meal be enough?"

Seeing Su Kai stop talking, Wang Yan comforted him: "Don't think about useless things; after such a long time, you should understand that I never brag."

Then, Wang Yan changed the subject: "Right, Zhao Ye, are you playing?"

"Of course I am; there are sixteen people in the school team, and a few from Grade 1 aren't playing, so counting you, it's just right."

"Hmm, that's good, you can also get a second-level certificate this time, work hard on your cultural subjects. There's still a year left, don't fucking sleep all day."

"I won't, class monitor. My grades have also improved," Zhao Ye said with a grin.

Wang Yan said "Hmm" and didn't answer.

Ever since he saw Wang Yan's violent dunk, Chen Xun stopped playing basketball.

At this moment, Lin Jiamu and Fang Hui ran over holding water: "Come, come, come, drink water, drink water."

"I see you guys talking for a long time, what are you chatting about?" Fang Hui was familiar with them, perhaps she also wanted to know everything about Wang Yan? Anyway, she was quite curious.

"About the Beijing Middle School League."

"Are you going?" Lin Jiamu asked happily.

"I'm going."

"Then we'll go cheer for you guys." Lin Jiamu just loved watching Wang Yan play basketball.

"Oh my, then thank you so much. Remember, you must call more female classmates," Su Kai said on the side.

"Haha, right, right, must call more."

Other classmates who were resting also laughed and echoed.

The scale of this competition wasn't small, with dozens of teams competing, and the competition was quite fierce.

In the first game, Wang Yan faced two people and did a thunderous dunk, after which he was targeted.

Under the situation of being deliberately targeted, he didn't dare to use his full strength and could only be restricted.

He didn't dare to push them hard, fearing he would cripple these children.

Of course, no one dared to play dirty with him either; after all, the last one who played dirty was still in the hospital.

Of course, targeting couldn't be done all the time. If there were too few people, they couldn't defend him, and if there were too many, what was the point of playing? There were five people in total; three people to defend Wang Yan? They could only disgust him from time to time and limit his state.

Wang Yan relied on his good body and quick reactions. Once they didn't watch him, he ran; his steals, rebounds, and blocks were the highest in the whole game.

When he got the ball, he didn't show off; that had no meaning. If he had a chance, he went for it; if he couldn't, he passed.

At first, Su Kai and the others might have had a lower shooting percentage, but they couldn't stand the ball always being in their hands; after shooting a few times, their feel came back.

The whole way was basically a flat walk; the championship belonged to Experimental High School.

The school leaders were also happy; anyway, it was an honor. Experimental High School hadn't won the championship for several years, and this time they won it back; those leaders in office also had credit—comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor, very well done.

The result was definitely everyone being happy; the school had honor, the leaders had credit, the players had certificates, and there were extra points.

The college entrance exam ended, Su Kai left, many people left, and the school was empty.

Perhaps sending off a batch every three years, the teachers were already used to it.

But what they were used to wasn't the sadness of parting time and time again, but the sadness that accompanied each parting. Although they knew that many people would never see each other again.

The teachers felt desolate in their hearts but blessed the graduating students with smiles, wishing them a bright future.

The college entrance exam was over, and the summer vacation had arrived.

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu always ran to find Wang Yan.

Zhao Ye also ran over from time to time to be a third wheel.

Wang Yan didn't have anything to say; if they came, they came—he didn't care about being a third wheel.

Thus, they all knew where Wang Yan's home was, and naturally, they knew Wang Yan's life story in this world.

In the end, he was still comforted by them, and they still meant well for him, so Wang Yan could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

This day, Wang Yan took the three of them carrying a pile of things to the orphanage.

Just as they entered the door, a child shouted: "Brother Wang Yan is here, Brother Wang Yan is here."

This shout was something else; many little children came out from all directions.

Those on crutches, those pushed out in wheelchairs by other children, deaf-mute children who knew what was going on when they saw others running, children with deformities walking unsteadily...

Wang Yan helplessly rubbed the head of the child who was shouting: "Xiao Ming, I've told you how many times, don't shout."

He said to the children: "Go back and sit down, I'm going to distribute things."

After finishing, he gestured with sign language again. Having stayed for a long time, in order to communicate with the deaf-mute children, he had also learned sign language. It was just a bit slow; he hadn't reached the level of forming seals yet.

Picking up a chubby little girl with big blinking eyes, Wang Yan said: "Tongtong, don't run so fast next time, okay? You never listen no matter how many times I tell you."

Tongtong said vaguely: "I want to see Brother earlier."

"Alright, alright, Brother knows, next time Brother will come quietly, and you'll be the first to see me, okay?"

Tongtong said "Hmm" and turned to lie in Wang Yan's arms.

Wang Yan started to greet the elderly sunning themselves in the courtyard, asking about them one by one.

At this time, the old director walked out with vigorous steps: "I knew it was you little bastard coming; it's always chaotic every time."

"Who told me to be so popular?" Not caring about the old director's address, because in the old director's memory, Wang Yan was that naughty child who had caused trouble since he was small.

"Get lost quickly, give them less candy."

As he spoke, he gestured to the stunned crowd behind Wang Yan: "Your classmates?"

Everyone came back to their senses; it was mainly the impact of those children just now that was quite large, so they quickly said to the old director: "Hello, Grandpa, we are Wang Yan's classmates."

"Hmm, hello, hello."

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you much; let A-Yan take you around."

After finishing, he gave Wang Yan an affirmative look and left.

Wang Yan shook his head, unable to laugh or cry: "Let's go, the children are still waiting."

After finishing, ignoring the hesitant looks of the few, he held the little girl and walked ahead.

Arriving at a large activity room, the children were standing or sitting, having waited for a long time.

Seeing Wang Yan enter, they immediately started chattering.

Putting Tongtong down, Wang Yan said loudly: "Quiet, all quiet. Those who aren't quiet won't get anything good to eat."

These words were more effective than anything else; the scene was immediately controlled, and pairs of big eyes just looked at the things behind the four people...

Wang Yan asked Zhao Ye and the other two to take everything out, and called a few older ones to help distribute them.

After distributing the good food, Wang Yan and the three of them played games with the children.

Of course, the games were designed to let everyone participate as much as possible; otherwise, the little friends would be sad. ===== CHAPTER 56 =====