[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260808,4412,"Chapter 100: The Little Wolf Cub That Fell Into the Sheeppen (Guaranteed First Update)","rising-in-1979-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>When Wei Ming returned to the dorm, Long was still there, completely absorbed in reading the manuscript.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming said: “Half is enough. It’s dark already—why aren’t you leaving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long praised: “Ah Ming, you wrote this brilliantly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? How so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The story isn’t as intricate as Jin Yong or Gu Long’s, but the characters are fascinating. That line—‘Alas, women!’—made me laugh till I cried. More importantly, your fight scenes are different from anyone else’s: no flying over eaves or walking on walls, but they feel far more real.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Mei Wenhua returned: “Did you hear? Someone broke into Shao Yuan just now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “I know. I caught him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Mei Wenhua turned and ran off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong frowned: “What’s wrong with Ah Mei? Did something shock him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he went to shock someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Mei Wenhua and Biaozi came down together. Biaozi had just returned from town and pounded his chest in frustration: “I missed it again, didn’t I? Damn it, I shouldn’t have gone into town today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua added: “I heard Duan from the west gate got a free merit point thanks to Brother Ming—maybe he’ll even get a permanent position.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi felt even worse—he didn’t even have a formal worker’s status, and he felt ashamed even in front of Yanzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, he lifted his head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming changed clothes while comforting him: “Don’t be down. Come on, let’s head to work together. Maybe the female thief has accomplices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, something fell to the floor. The entire dorm fell silent. Even Liu Rulong’s manuscript slipped from his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a magazine, lying face-up: a blonde woman, nude, her lower body obscured by a vase, her upper body covered by her hands, lips painted crimson, eyes glowing with allure—captured with seductive beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong, the most fluent in English among them, read the magazine’s title aloud: “Playboy! This… this is the legendary Playboy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard his cousins in Guangdong mention it when he was young—he knew it was some wild foreign magazine, but never imagined it could be this intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong, being worldly, kept his composure—but Biaozi and Mei Wenhua were utterly frenzied. This… this kind of thing actually existed in the world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact on them was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wei Ming could react, they lunged like starving dogs to snatch the magazine. Biaozi, quicker, got it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua stood on tiptoe: “Let’s look together! Let’s look together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were more photos like that—curves, contours, hints of skin, barely visible, barely there. For teenagers who’d never seen anything like this, it was pure adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming figured tonight, that top-and-bottom bunk would be shaking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming warned: “Just take a quick peek. This was stolen from a foreign student—I hid it because I was afraid the bosses would see it. I have to return it soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi sighed: “These foreign students live such a luxurious life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua: “No wonder everyone wants to go abroad now—it’s all for this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing they were completely under the spell of their lower heads, Wei Ming cleared his throat: “Biaozi, it’s time for work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi asked: “Can I keep reading while I work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua: “You’d dare take this out? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Liu Rulong spoke: “This kind of magazine can’t be seen in public—especially at Peking University, a school with such strict academic standards. For safety, let me take it and dispose of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a pathetic bunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming forcibly snatched it back: “Nobody’s looking at it. I’m returning it right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I also need to give the snuff bottle to Mei Linda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Wei Ming reached Shao Yuan, the gatekeeper, Old Qin, said: “Little Wei, don’t make things hard for your uncle. Old Feng has been removed from her post, and I’ve been severely reprimanded—I can’t let outsiders in anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this incident, Shao Yuan became even stricter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming said: “Then call Li Xiaobai out. I need to see her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Qin thought for a moment: “Alright. Keep watch—I won’t let anyone else in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Old Qin returned—alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Xiaobai says she won’t come down. If you’ve got the guts, come up yourself,” Old Qin repeated helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming asked: “So can I go in or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Qin sighed: “Fine, go in—but hurry back out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wei Ming entered the dorm, Xiao Cha was reading. Mei Linda reached out immediately: “Where’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming blinked: “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The magazine. When I checked, one was missing—I figured you hid it. You came here to return it, right? So I called you up to avoid anyone seeing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re sharper than I thought,” Wei Ming complimented, handing the magazine back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Linda tossed it aside, then hugged Wei Ming: “Thank you today, Peking University Guardian, Criminal Nemesis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the weight of her bare chest against him, Wei Ming’s heart raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had it been? Three months!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this body, eighteen years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Cha couldn’t read a word anymore. Right in front of me, hugging and cuddling—you two finally stopped pretending, huh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming pulled away: “It’s my duty—no thanks needed. Do you remember I said I’d give you a snuff bottle? My elder just finished it. Here—this deserves a proper thank-you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Linda gasped in delight, holding the snuff bottle to the light to admire the painting inside—a tiny world of its own. “So beautiful—it’s pure art! What’s this painting called?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Farewell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Farewell… farewell,” Mei Linda whispered. Understanding the words, emotion surged—she hugged Wei Ming again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, her gratitude didn’t stay on words—it stayed on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wei Ming could react, Mei Linda leaned in and pressed her mouth to his with a soft “smack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Cha was stunned. She stopped pretending to read, staring straight at them as they kissed right before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Linda licked her lips: “That’s my way of thanking you. Are you satisfied?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly? Not quite—he hadn’t even gotten a tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But remembering Xiao Cha was there, Wei Ming feigned modesty: “Don’t do that again—it’s inappropriate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Cha quickly packed her things: “Excuse me—I’m going to study.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt she could no longer stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wei Ming left before her—he still had work to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Linda watched Xiao Cha’s panicked retreat: “Still going to study?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Cha nodded firmly: “Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She found a study room full of Chinese Literature students—her inner torment was unbearable. Classmates, do you know what I just saw?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew she couldn’t tell anyone—but holding it inside was agony!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she chose to write a diary. She hadn’t written one in ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing, Xiao Cha was thrilled. Someday, when Wei Ming became a great writer, this would be firsthand historical material!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xiao Cha returned to the dorm, she couldn’t help asking Mei Linda, who was applying makeup: “You’re going back home—what will happen between you two after?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Linda: “What will happen? Isn’t it enough to leave behind a memory unforgettable for life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having lived among foreigners so long, Xiao Cha understood this Western mindset—relationships among exchange students came and went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… should I just avoid coming back to the dorm?” she asked, being sensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Linda shrugged: “If you want to watch, stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Cha shook her head like a rattle—no, absolutely not!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Wei Ming woke to Feng Ge muttering: “What was that noise last night? I kept hearing weird sounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming glanced at Biaozi and Mei Wenhua’s bunk—huh, solid construction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had the morning off and planned to audit a class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he got a call summoning him to the International Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Make me the dorm supervisor for the girls’ building? Me—a man?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The International Office leader chuckled: “What? Don’t you trust your own self-control?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “No, it’s not that—but the job requires me to be there all day. How am I supposed to attend classes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Classes and writing were his two most important things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader hadn’t expected a man to refuse such a plum assignment—and now he held Wei Ming in even higher regard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For others, they’d just assign the post. But Wei Ming wasn’t ordinary—he’d become Peking University’s public face. He deserved to be negotiated with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader said: “We consulted many female international students. You were democratically elected by them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, I thank them for their trust—but I truly can’t do this job,” Wei Ming refused firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader thought: “How about this? Until we find someone suitable, you take over for now. Have the cleaning lady handle daytime shifts—you take nights. Deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night shifts wouldn’t interfere with sleep—only require you to respond to emergencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming thought, then asked: “Why not just let the cleaning lady take the whole shift?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She picks up her grandson from kindergarten in the afternoon and has to care for him at night. Otherwise, she’d be perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing they’d explained it fully, Wei Ming nodded: “Fine. But hurry up and find someone to replace me. A man supervising a girls’ dorm? It’s inappropriate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Wei Ming said this, the more the leader trusted him. President Wang was right—this young Wei was upright. Even placed in a position full of temptation, he was trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the dorm, Wei Ming’s expression was grim. Mei Wenhua and Biaozi immediately crowded around:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened, Brother Ming? Did the International Office find out about the magazine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or about you and Sister Mei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wei Ming silently begin packing his bedding, the two grew even more panicked—was it really that serious? Did it have to escalate this much!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After packing his essential belongings, Wei Ming patted both their shoulders and said, “Tell Brother Feng when he gets back—I won’t be coming back to sleep tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi worriedly asked, “Then where are you sleeping? Are they making you sleep on the street?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming snapped, “Ugh, I’m sleeping in the female international student dormitory—they forced me to become the dorm supervisor there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Debiao: “…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua: “…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1670,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4d0874fb94167a79b16d06309921712e9d7158ffc9ff1c1962a24c792fcf3b2b","rising-in-1979-chapter-101","rising-in-1979-chapter-99",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]