Chapter 6: Inexhaustible writing material

In the following time, everyone gradually realized that Brother Fang was playing for real.

Listening to lectures carefully in class, frantically brushing questions after class, quit smoking, no longer wandering around with a group of little brothers, sitting in his seat for a whole day.

Not only were the remaining 12 chicks stunned, but even homeroom teacher Old Fang came to care about his mental health.

"Xinghe, in my heart, you have always been a good child..."

The conversation started in a cautious atmosphere. Old Fang spent a long time expressing his understanding and liking for Fang Xinghe, then asked very tactfully:

"Have there been any unhappy things recently? I see you've even started practicing calligraphy... Don't get into a twist with yourself because of outsiders' views. You should vent the accumulated things appropriately. Of course, the way of venting can be discussed..."

Fang Xinghe raised his head and looked back with a particularly strange gaze.

"You're disappointed that I don't go out to fight anymore?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Teacher Fang waved his hands hurriedly, trying to clarify: "I have always been the least advocate of violence. Every time you fight, I follow up with worry and concern. But, occasionally fighting isn't particularly violent in a sense, and it's even good for the body and mind..."

"I think I understand."

Fang Xinghe suddenly realized.

Old Fang nodded happily: "Is that so? That's good, Teacher is very open-minded."

Fang Xinghe rolled up his sleeves, full of loyalty: "Just tell me straight, who do you want me to mess with?"

"Ah?!"

Teacher Fang was completely stunned, his eyes wide, mouth agape.

No, who did you learn this reading comprehension from?

Oh, it's me.

But is this how I taught you?!

"Pfft!"

Fang Yuting, who had sneaked over to eavesdrop, laughed out loud and sat next to Lu Tingting, slapping her thigh hard.

The bad boy raised his eyebrows at them, then restrained his bad smile and said solemnly: "Teacher Fang, don't worry about me, I'm really fine, just want to start a new challenge."

"You brat!"

Teacher Fang put his hands on his hips in anger, but within two seconds, he laughed at himself.

"Really want to study hard? You're too sudden, aren't you?"

"If not, what else?" Fang Xinghe spread his hands arrogantly. "The whole school has been flattened by me. I can't take them to fight for territory in society, can I?"

"That definitely won't do, you'd better not even think about it!"

Old Fang was startled by Fang Xinghe again, fear flashing across his round face, fearing he would go down the wrong path.

Fang Yuting also leaned over and said softly: "Can't do bad things, not allowed to be a bad person, otherwise neither Tingting nor I will talk to you!"

Fang Xinghe glanced at the kid who was about 1.5 meters tall and flat on both sides, and sneered.

Who are you trying to scare?

Even if you two were stacked together, you couldn't make a pair of A+, I'd think you were too bony even if you threw yourselves at me, yet you think of yourselves as goddesses?

Ordinary and confident~~~

But then again, the two girls, one melon-seed face and one bun face, with exquisite features, fair skin, and small heads, it's no wonder so many boys like them.

"OK, OK, I won't go out and mess around, you help me carry some trouble, okay?"

Fang Xinghe restrained his emotions and began to bargain with the homeroom teacher.

"What trouble?"

"See who else among my little brothers and sisters can be saved, press their heads, force them to study a bit more. I'm definitely going to a key high school, I can't just watch them get divided into vocational schools, right?"

"Just this? Good, I promise!"

Teacher Fang was particularly gratified, sighing: "I really didn't misjudge you. In fact, you have always been a good child..."

Fang Xinghe curled his lips, feeling the magic of this era again.

Smoking, drinking, gathering to fight, collecting protection money—a bullying leader who would be criticized to death in later generations, you actually call me a good child?

Of course, Fang Xinghe also admitted that Little Fang wasn't bad.

I don't know why there were so many thugs in this era. There were some in school, and some outside. It was the norm for weak children to be bullied, and if you didn't want to be bullied, you either had to study well or summon the courage to fight to the death with the other party.

Fang Xinghe just fought and fought until he became the Eagle King and Wolf King.

And the unwritten rule in school was: thugs can fight each other, but they don't bully classmates, and they don't bother good students.

The higher-level the boss, the better they could protect their own class.

So good kids might walk around them, but there were also quite a few excellent female students who liked this kind of "big brother."

As for that protection money, a more accurate description is that some wealthy children who were often bullied took the initiative to find a backer, using treats, contributing pictorials and game consoles, or even giving money directly, to seek protection.

Just having money was useless in the Northeast in these years. This point cannot be measured by the thinking of later generations.

Little Fang was very loyal, loved to stand up for his classmates, and didn't take the initiative to bully people, so although he was notorious outside, he was actually very respected within the class.

Fang Yuting was a good example.

After Old Fang left, she rubbed up to Fang Xinghe's side, looking for something to say.

"Fang Xinghe, are you also going to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition?"

"Yeah."

"Then what essay did you write? Can you show me?"

"No."

"Oh... then can you take a look at my essay? I'm writing it so hard, and every time I look at it, it feels wrong."

"Little sister, your dad is a Chinese teacher."

"He's no good! He doesn't understand the thoughts of us young people. Fang Xinghe, do you not like me anymore?"

Fang Xinghe's eyes went dark.

Mom, who can teach me how to deal with this kind of little girl who hasn't even grown hair?

Although she is 13, I am also 13, theoretically it's legal...

Ah, ptooey!

Brother isn't that kind of person, Brother is really annoyed.

Fang Xinghe covered his forehead and glanced at Lu Tingting, who was quiet and silent, and suddenly decided to let them fight each other.

"Lu Tingting, if I like her, I can't like you anymore. You are the Thirteenth Sister of the Eagle Gate, go, mess her up!"

"Fang Xinghe!"

Fang Yuting jumped with anger, fierce and milky.

However, Lu Tingting was too disappointing. She pursed her lips, smiled shyly, and whispered: "We are good sisters, even if we both like you, we won't fight. Besides, neither of us likes you, right, Yuting?"

"Right! That's for sure!"

The two little lolis hugged together again, kissing as if they were conjoined twins, and soon started laughing and joking again.

Good guy, is my charm as the first-generation blonde so worthless?

But obviously not...

These two little lolis look at me and laugh from time to time, and their tacit understanding is almost full. Where exactly is it wrong?

This is another thing Fang Xinghe couldn't understand, but he didn't indulge in confusion, but picked up his pen and wrote it down.

Everything that happened at the current time point, and the impact brought by it, could collide with brilliant sparks in his later-life thinking, becoming precious writing material.

After deciding to start the Star Path from writing, Fang Xinghe never thought about just copying some popular books from later generations to deal with it.

Whether he remembers it is one thing, whether it's useful is another.

Most importantly, does the written thing have that temperament of being integrated with the era but out of place, sharp enough and eye-catching enough?

This is not a problem that can be solved by copying a popular book.

Must do it yourself, go up from the bottom of your heart.

Next year, if he can successfully stir up the heat, then no one can stop him from continuing to drive the mud-truck and crash into the entire era.

For the first book, I want you all to kneel and watch, hug your heads and cry! ===== CHAPTER 7 =====