Chapter 6: Endless Writing Material

In the following days, everyone gradually realized that Brother Fang was serious.

He listened attentively in class, frantically solved problems after class, quit smoking, stopped hanging out with his gang, and sat at his desk all day long.

Not only were the remaining twelve fledgling eagles stunned, but even homeroom teacher Old Fang came to check on his mental health.

"Xinghe, in my heart, you've always been a good kid…"

The conversation began in an overly cautious atmosphere; Old Fang spent a long time expressing his understanding and fondness for Fang Xinghe, then delicately inquired:

"Have you been upset about something lately? I see you've started practicing calligraphy… Don't let others' opinions make you turn against yourself; release your pent-up emotions appropriately—of course, the method can be discussed…"

Fang Xinghe looked up, returning his gaze with an oddly peculiar expression.

"I'm not fighting anymore—does that disappoint you?"

"No way! Absolutely not!"

Teacher Fang hurriedly waved his hands, hastily clarifying: "I've always been the one most opposed to violence; every time you fought, I worried and fretted. But occasionally fighting isn't especially violent—in a certain sense, it's even good for body and mind…"

"I think I get it."

Fang Xinghe suddenly understood.

Old Fang immediately nodded happily: "Really? That's good—I'm a very open-minded teacher."

Fang Xinghe rolled up his sleeves, his face full of righteous loyalty: "Just say it straight—who do you want me to take out?"

"Huh?!"

Fatty Fang was utterly dumbfounded, eyes bulging, mouth agape.

Wait, kid, who taught you reading comprehension?

Oh, it was me.

But did I ever teach you this way?!

"Pfft!"

Fang Yuting, who had sneakily crept over to eavesdrop, burst out laughing, plopping down beside Lu Tingting and slapping her thigh hard.

The troublemaker winked at them both, then smoothed his expression and said seriously: "Teacher Fang, don't worry about me—I'm fine. I just want to take on a new challenge."

"You little rascal!"

Fatty Fang angrily crossed his arms, but within two seconds, he started laughing at himself.

"You really want to study hard? That's way too sudden!"

"What else should I do?" Fang Xinghe spread his hands boastfully. "I've already cleared the whole school—do you expect me to take them out and seize territory on the streets?"

"Absolutely not! Don't even think about it!"

Old Fang was startled again, fear flashing across his round face—he feared Fang Xinghe had gone off the rails.

Fang Yuting leaned over too, speaking softly: "Don't do bad things. Don't become a bad person. Otherwise, neither I nor Tingting will talk to you!"

Fang Xinghe glanced at the little girl, about 1.5 meters tall, flat in front and back, and snorted.

Who are you trying to scare?

You two stacked together still wouldn't make an A+ pair—I'd reject you even if you threw yourself at me, yet you think you're some goddess?

Ordinary yet confident~~~

Then again, these two girls—one like a melon seed, one like a steamed bun—both with delicate features, fair skin, and tiny faces; no wonder so many boys liked them.

"OK, OK, I won't go out and mess around. You help me handle some trouble, alright?"

Fang Xinghe calmed his emotions and began negotiating with his homeroom teacher.

"What trouble?"

"Look at my guys and girls—who else needs saving? Force them to study again. I'm definitely going to a top high school; I can't just watch them get streamed into vocational schools."

"That's it? Fine, I agree!"

Fatty Fang was deeply relieved, sighing: "I never misjudged you—you've always been a good kid…"

Fang Xinghe smirked, once again feeling the absurdity of this era.

Smoking, drinking, gang fights, extorting protection money—back in the future, this guy would be denounced to death as a bullying ringleader, yet you call me a good kid?

Of course, Fang Xinghe admitted: Little Fang really wasn't bad.

For some reason, this era had so many hoodlums—inside school, outside school; weak kids got bullied constantly, and if you didn't want to be bullied, you either excelled in studies or had the guts to fight back.

Fang Xinghe just kept fighting, fighting, until he became the Eagle King.

The school's unwritten rule was: hoodlums could fight among themselves, but they didn't bully classmates or bother top students.

The higher-ranked the boss, the better he protected his own class.

So good kids might avoid them, but many high-achieving girls still liked these "big brothers."

As for protection money, a more accurate description is: some wealthy kids who were frequently bullied voluntarily sought protection by treating others, donating posters and game consoles, or even giving cash directly.

Pure wealth meant little in Northeast China during this time—this couldn't be judged by future-era thinking.

Little Fang was loyal, stood up for his classmates, never initiated bullying, so although he had a terrible reputation outside, he was deeply respected within his class.

Fang Yuting was a perfect example.

After Old Fang left, she shuffled nervously over to Fang Xinghe's side, making small talk.

"Fang Xinghe, you're entering the New Concept Essay Contest too?"

"Mm."

"What essay did you write? Can I read it?"

"No."

"Oh… then can you read mine? I struggled so hard writing it, and every time I reread it, I feel it's wrong."

"Sis, your dad is the Chinese teacher."

"He doesn't get it! He doesn't understand young people's thoughts. Fang Xinghe, don't you like me anymore?"

Fang Xinghe's vision went black.

Oh my god, who can teach me how to deal with a little girl who hasn't even grown her whiskers yet?

Although she's only thirteen, I'm also thirteen; theoretically, it's legal...

Ah, pfft, pfft!

Bro, that's not what I meant; bro, I'm just truly annoyed.

Fang Xinghe covered his forehead, glanced at Lu Tingting who was sitting quietly without making a sound, 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, fight her!"

"Fang Xinghe!"

Fang Yuting jumped with anger, looking fierce yet childish.

However, Lu Tingting was truly too uncooperative; she pressed her lips together, gave a shy smile, and replied in a low voice: "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 loli girls hugged each other again, clinging together like conjoined twins, and soon started giggling and laughing.

Good heavens, is the charm of my original blonde-haired villain really so insignificant?

But obviously, it isn't...

These two little loli girls keep looking at me and then laughing; their tacit understanding is almost maxed out. What exactly is wrong?

This is another thing Fang Xinghe cannot understand, but he did not indulge in confusion; instead, he picked up his pen and wrote it down.

Everything happening at this current moment, and the impact it brings, can collide within his future-world mindset to spark brilliant fireworks, becoming precious writing material.

After deciding to start his star path through writing, Fang Xinghe had never thought about casually copying popular books from the future to get by.

Remembering something is one thing; whether it is applicable is another matter entirely.

Most importantly, does what is written possess that quality which blends with the era yet stands out, sharp enough and glaring enough?

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

One must do it oneself, charging forward from the heart.

Next year, if the heat can be successfully stirred up, then no one will be able to stop him from driving his dump truck to crash through the entire era.

For the first book, I will make you all watch while kneeling and crying while clutching your heads!