Chapter 4: The era is calling me to conquer

After finishing the beer they brought, the three brothers went to sleep on the big bed in the main room.

Fang Xinghe organized the first-year textbooks and placed them on his desk in the small room by category.

His house had a layout of one hall, two bedrooms, and a kitchen at the back. The main room had a heated brick bed, a sofa, a coffee table, a TV cabinet, and a TV. If you pushed it back 5 years, the living conditions were quite good.

However, after Fang Xinghe's father went to the south, he became obsessed with going to the beautiful country to make big money.

He couldn't go directly, so that man smuggled himself into South Korea on a dark night.

The initial excuse was that it was easy to make money outside, and making big money would be good for treating Little Fang's mother's illness. But the man disappeared without a trace after going there, making people think he was dead. Yet, fellow villagers clearly saw him living a very dissolute and comfortable life over there.

Fang Xinghe couldn't understand it, but he felt the same anger as Little Fang.

In the dead of night, he spread out the manuscript paper and wrote down three titles with emotion.

《The Damn Youth is Damn》

《Sex, Violence, and Lies》

《13 Years and 9785 Days》

He outlined them separately, then turned around and crossed out the third title, changing it to 《Another Day of Wanting to Grow Up》.

The first two articles, just looking at the names, could make one feel a kind of sharp, rough, irritable, overbearing, rebellious...

In short, an unusual aura came rushing toward him.

However, Fang Xinghe didn't just vent his emotions. In fact, the article "Youth" was his own retrospective insight into adolescence, while "Lies" focused on mocking the kind of rogue marriage based on sex.

To become famous after the New Concept publication, one must maximize the impact.

Use a metaphor: others are writing youth fantasies in a refined way, while Fang Xinghe is driving a mud-truck and crashing around, no matter who is on the road, crashing them all to hell.

Finally, when the judges are all smashed to pieces, the thing is done.

But to prevent the organizers from not daring to publish the draft, he had to arrange a safety card.

《Another Day of Wanting to Grow Up》 was used as a bottom line.

As for the two above, just show off.

As for this last one, use a super-dimensional perspective to observe the current era, be a little artistic, and it won't be bad.

Having set the overall idea and drafted it, Fang Xinghe thought he could finish it in one go, but he was so sleepy that his eyelids started fighting wildly after writing just the beginning.

"Damn, this stamina is a bit unworthy of this face..."

Fang Xinghe covered the manuscript, added a honeycomb coal to the earthen stove in the kitchen, returned to the main room, burrowed into the quilt, fell asleep in three seconds, and slept until the world went dark.

As a result, when he got up, those three lazy bums were still blowing snot bubbles, so he was happy again—

"Brother's stamina is not great, but the recovery is strong!"

Thinking about it, he felt something was wrong again. If stamina is duration, then recovery is frequency. How come the former is more important?

No!

While still in the developmental stage, must eat more and exercise more.

Washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went out to the courtyard and stood in a Wudang Tai Chi stance.

Starting posture, performing the work, closing the stance.

Little Fang's physical foundation was quite good. He persisted for 15 minutes, standing until his whole body was slightly warm, feeling very good.

Don't overthink it; this isn't some national art that only kills enemies and doesn't perform. It's just some basic skills.

In the later era, various Taoist stance techniques, Baduanjin, Yijinjing, Diamond Longevity Gong, etc., had long since shed their mysterious veil and were popular among white-collar workers and the elderly.

It's true that it's good for the body, even if you can't fight after practicing it thoroughly.

The special feature of the Wudang Sanfeng Sect Tai Chi stance is that it is the foundation of Wudang Tai Chi.

Fang Xinghe didn't know how many sects of Tai Chi there were. Anyway, as long as the effects of stretching tendons and bones, activating blood, and invigorating the spirit could be exerted, any sect would do.

After sweating thoroughly, he returned to the room to wipe off. The feeling of living healthily filled his chest, very refreshing.

Then he started to feel hungry.

The healthy body of a 13-year-old boy is really troublesome, but also fresh and full of vitality.

"Get up, get up!"

Fang Xinghe went to the main room to fan the three little brothers awake, urging them to get up: "Hurry up, think about something to eat."

None of them could cook, so they could only go out to eat.

While wandering around looking for food, the three little brothers whispered behind him.

"What's wrong with Boss?"

"Don't know..."

"Suddenly stopped sleeping in, what's he excited about?"

"Need to think? He's in heat!"

"Damn! Keep it down! If you want to die, don't drag us with you."

"Who? Who is he aiming at?"

"Lu Tingting and Fang Yuting, can't be anyone else."

"Fart! Can't be Lu Tingting, she only has me in her heart!"

"You're really... you talk to Lu Tingting, has she ever responded?"

"You don't understand girls. Good girls are shy! If she didn't have a good impression of me, why would she blush when I chat with her?"

Fang Xinghe, who didn't know when he had leaned over, glanced at Dang Tao and couldn't help but laugh: "When you pester people to chat, you always reach into your crotch. Don't say Lu Tingting, even Lu Tingting's mom would blush if she saw it."

"Pfft..."

"Hahahaha!"

Liu Fu and Yu Xiaoduo laughed so hard their throats were about to split.

"I didn't! I don't! I, I..."

Dang, with a flushed face, explained for a while, but found he couldn't explain it clearly, so he finally had to admit dejectedly: "I don't want to either, but I'm always itchy..."

Liu Fu darted 3 meters away: "Damn! Are you growing some weird little thing?!"

"No!" Dang was furious. "I just sweat a lot! Damn you!"

Fang Xinghe understood roughly and gave his opinion: "Change to boxer briefs in the future, pure cotton ones."

"Does it work?"

"It works."

So Dang was happy again: "I knew it! Only I scratch it myself, no one else has touched it, how could I grow something?"

Liu Fu had a sudden thought: "Could it be because you always tear the toilet paper and then don't wash your hands before reaching into your crotch?"

"Impossible!"

Dang was firm for only one second, then looked at Fang Xinghe with a guilty conscience: "Can't be, Brother?"

Fang Xinghe had a headache and slapped his forehead hard: "You should pay attention to hygiene in the future!"

Kids in this era...

Even with parents, they are like wild children.

After playing and fighting, they ate fried dough sticks, soy milk, and meat buns at the alley entrance, and Fang Xinghe began to arrange work for them.

"Baofu, go find your sister and borrow the full set of third-year textbooks. I need them."

Dang had a look of looking at a madman: "Brother, what are you doing? Studying?!"

"Yeah, don't want to mess around anymore, studying."

Fang Xinghe replied very calmly. The three brothers looked at each other, numb in eyes and hands, whispering and unable to speak.

Fang Xinghe couldn't be bothered to explain, just knocked on the table: "Baofu?"

"Ah, ah..." Liu Fu woke up, his fat face full of smiles. "Alright! That, do you need workbooks?"

"Yes."

Fang Xinghe turned to look at the other two: "Which of you is going to Fang Yuting's place to borrow the complete file for the New Concept competition for me?"

"I'll go!"

Yu Xiaoduo's voice hadn't even fallen before he had already darted out, his shout coming from afar: "Brother, wait for me at home!"

He was always so active when doing things for Fang Xinghe, afraid of being "extra."

And Dang, hearing that he had to read, was in despair and hurriedly got up to slip away: "That, Lu Tingting always needs me on weekends, I have to go see her..."

Fang Xinghe didn't stop him, waving his hand to let him go.

After Dang ran away in a hurry, Liu Fu leaned over and whispered: "He's bluffing, Lu Tingting likes you, Boss."

Crazy.

Thirteen or fourteen, what do you know about liking?

Fang Xinghe waved his hand again and drove him away: "Go do your work, hurry up."

"Oh! See you in the afternoon."

In the afternoon, Liu Fu really rode his bike and brought a pile of books, and Yu Xiaoduo brought Fang Yuting's notebook over early.

Fang Xinghe told them to make less noise recently and began to go into seclusion. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====