Chapter 50

Hearing that Biaozi had been beaten, Wei Ming couldn't eat anymore, so he hurriedly went downstairs to visit.

Pushing open the dormitory door, he saw Zhao Debiao with gauze wrapped around his head, jumping up and down, bragging to his colleagues about how he was beaten.

"That girl doesn't talk about martial virtue. My strength is in fists and kicks, but she insisted on comparing weapons. Comparing weapons is fine, but she wouldn't let me use long weapons. The weapon I play best is a red-tasseled spear. In the end, I could only compare swords with her, and in comparing swords, I'm really not as good as her..."

Just as he was talking with gusto, seeing Wei Ming come, Biaozi immediately drove the others away. These people had already heard it several times, and they still wanted to listen—so annoying.

Looking at Biaozi's state, Wei Ming asked Mei Wenhua, who was holding back laughter: "Did he hurt his brain?"

Mei Wenhua nodded wildly: "The doctor said it's some kind of concussion. This brain is indeed hurt quite badly; he's even happy after being beaten. In the end, I was the one who carried him back; he was heavy as a rock."

Biaozi hummed at Mei Wenhua: "That's because you lack exercise. How come Yanzi could carry me?"

Speaking of this, Biaozi finally revealed his true purpose. It turned out that in order to dodge Huang Jiaoyan's sword moves, he had accidentally bumped his head on the horizontal bar, and blood started flowing and he got dizzy on the spot. So Huang Jiaoyan personally carried him to get treatment—this was the key point he wanted to make.

The temperature at the end of September was still quite good, and they were sparring, so both were dressed thinly. Zhao Debiao, who had his first intimate contact with a girl, felt that not to mention a concussion, even if his brain had been shaken away, this time was worth it.

"And she even cried in front of the hospital bed. Brother Ming, do you know? This is the first time a girl has cried for me!"

Wei Ming: "How did she cry?"

"She said: Zhao Debiao, you absolutely cannot die!"

Wei Ming hit the nail on the head: "She was afraid of bearing criminal responsibility."

Mei Wenhua slapped his thigh and laughed until he was out of breath.

However, Wei Ming still had one thing unclear: "Biaozi, you're also nearly 1.8 meters tall, and with this big frame, your Yanzi could actually carry you? Could it be that she is also a female warrior?"

If it was the Huang Jiaoyan he knew, she was clearly of an ordinary build.

"Oh, Yanzi carried me in front, and there was a junior dragging me behind. It's that Little Li you mentioned before."

Imagining that scene, Wei Ming thought "holy crap" in his heart. You three really know how to play!

Zhao Debiao's happy point was still: "Yanzi said she would come to visit me in two days."

Mei Wenhua was happy: "Then your injury is still too light. If you could stay in the hospital for a month or two, I guarantee she would visit you every day, and your relationship would advance by leaps and bounds."

Biaozi's eyes lit up immediately.

Wei Ming: "Little Mei, don't give random advice. You dare to say it, he really dares to believe it."

However, Little Mei wasn't wrong about one thing: this would indeed enhance their relationship. In the original timeline, Yanzi was the one who successfully took him down when A-Jie was injured in this way.

Confirming Biaozi was fine, Wei Ming asked about the time; it was almost time to go to work and patrol. He changed into his uniform, planning to go to the cafeteria first to see if there was anything to eat.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Liu Zhenyun as soon as he went out, holding a small notebook as if writing a diary: "Hey, why are you just coming back now."

"Sorry, Old Liu, it's a bit late. The meal will have to wait until tomorrow."

"It's fine, she hasn't eaten either; she's been waiting specifically for you. Let's go, let's go."

Mei Wenhua said sourly from the side: "The girls in your Chinese Department are too unreserved. To treat Wei Ming to a meal, she's been hungry until now."

Liu Zhenyun laughed: "This classmate Mi Qing said, if she can't wait for Wei Ming, she'd rather go hungry."

Mei Wenhua: "Who! Who is treating today!"

Now it was Biaozi's turn to laugh at him.

Before Wei Ming went out, Mei Wenhua pulled him and exhorted him for a long time: "Brother Ming, you absolutely cannot have anything with Sister Xiao Qingqing!"

Wei Ming: "Just eating a meal, there shouldn't be anything, right."

Mei Wenhua was still worried, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Before you buy a bike, you have priority to ride mine. Pedal however you want; you don't need to use mine anymore."

Wei Ming laughed: "I definitely won't have anything with her!"

What could there be? Besides a pair of big breasts, this classmate Mi Qing could only be considered mid-tier in terms of looks in the Chinese Department, and she couldn't compare to Sister Gong Xue whom Wei Ming had met before.

However, in terms of bosom, Sister Gong Xue couldn't compare to her either.

Oh my, why did I suddenly think of her? Although both were in Beijing, Beijing was too big; how difficult it was to meet.

The General Political Department Drama Troupe. Gong Xue, who had been rehearsing a play all day, had just finished eating when she received a phone call from her younger sister, Gong Ying.

"Sister, guess what I saw!"

"You're starting from nowhere; how would I know."

Gong Ying: "Recently I was flipping through Dad's newspaper, and then I saw he's been reading a novel these past few days."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"The novel's name is 'Spring River Water Warm, Ducks Know First', and the author is... Wei Ming," Gong Ying waited a moment, but didn't receive her sister's surprised reaction, feeling a bit disappointed, "Do you think he's the Wei Ming you know?" Gong Xue said calmly: "Maybe it's just the same name. He's revising a text at 'Harvest'; it couldn't be that 'Harvest' wasn't satisfied and sent it to... Which newspaper did you see it in?"

"'Wenhui Bao', serialized for three issues."

"Oh, it couldn't be that 'Harvest' wasn't satisfied and sent it to 'Wenhui Bao'."

After Gong Ying found out, she came to tell her sister immediately. She hadn't expected her to be so indifferent; it was truly disappointing. Could it be that that person really had nothing to do with her?

But she had also seen the poem that person wrote for her sister in her sister's magazine, and it was even "to Gong Xue by Wei Ming"—just showing off.

After hanging up her sister's phone, Gong Xue immediately ran to the drama troupe's reading room. "Wenhui Bao" was a major domestic newspaper, and the troupe subscribed to every issue. Sure enough, she found "Spring River Water Warm, Ducks Know First," and all three parts were there.

After reading it, she could almost conclude that this author Wei Ming was the Wei Ming she knew.

Because there were very few literary works nowadays that were so witty and lively, and the style of these words corresponded to some of Wei Ming's habits when he spoke.

But he said the one he gave to "Harvest" was a novella, and this was clearly a short story. Could it be that he wrote it on the spot after arriving in Shanghai?

That would be a bit too fast, Gong Xue thought, resting her chin on her hand, falling into deep thought.

Liang Zuo also fell into deep thought.

Why isn't this Wei Ming guarding the gate? He switched to patrolling!

!

Upstairs, he watched helplessly as Wei Ming sent Mi Qing back to the girls' dormitory building, and then he entered their Building 32.

Patrolling work naturally included dormitories, but he felt a bit embarrassed to enter the girls' dormitory, so he started with the boys' dorms.

At this time, Peking University dormitories had no lights-out time; it all depended on the students' self-discipline. If they wanted to sleep early, they slept early; if they wanted to stay up late, they stayed up late.

Along the way, people greeted Wei Ming, and many even introduced themselves, inviting Wei Ming in to sit for a while, wanting to get to know him.

Wei Ming refused them all: "I'm on official business. If there's no trouble in the dormitory, I won't go in. If you have something to say, just say it."

When he saw Wei Ming walk out of the dormitory building, Liang Zuo finally breathed a sigh of relief. His mother had told him about herself; he must know he was Chen Rong's son. What if he forced him to call him Uncle later?

Oh my, so annoying!

After circling the boys' dorms, Wei Ming went to patrol Langrun Garden again. There, he ran into a senior, so the two took flashlights together, chatting as they walked, continuing to listen to the senior instill little stories about Peking University.

Today he had ridden a bike for almost five hours, and for one part, he was even carrying someone.

Then he patrolled and walked for another six hours. Although he could sit and rest, he was really too tired after this day, feeling his legs a bit swollen.

Returning to the dormitory, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Biaozi wanted to ask him for advice on the way of love, Little Mei was concerned about whether he and Sister Xiao Qingqing talked about him while eating, and Brother Feng also had news about a second-hand bike.

But Wei Ming couldn't hear anything. Without washing up, he collapsed and fell asleep.

He woke up once in the middle of the night, thinking that the bottle of tiger bone wine had the effect of strengthening muscles and bones, so he felt around, poured a small capful, took it, and continued to sleep.

The next day, Wei Ming woke up refreshed, the discomfort in his body swept away. It seemed it really wasn't poisonous.

He didn't have to work in the morning, and he also wanted to mooch a class, attending an 8 AM, so he got up and packed around seven.

Patrolling yesterday, Wei Ming not only obtained some course schedule arrangements from the students' mouths but also followed the senior to familiarize himself with each teaching building.

So after a simple breakfast, he brought his schoolbag to the Russian Language Building for an English class.

Although Wei Ming's English score in the college entrance exam was quite high, that was only at a high school level, and current high school English was much simpler than in later generations, and there was no listening section.

In later generations, Wei Ming had undergone high-intensity one-on-one learning, and what he was good at was listening and speaking, while he was actually a bit worse in reading and writing.

This was a major shortcoming for him in reading foreign original works and understanding foreign countries. He wanted to make up for this shortcoming; perhaps he would have the chance to earn foreigners' money in the future.

This class was for freshmen, and Wei Ming prepared to follow along if time permitted.

Because his own English level was already much stronger than these freshmen, he was like a fish in water, very relaxed.

After the two classes ended, Wei Ming thought about whether to go mooch an upperclassman's English class, but as soon as he went out, he saw the girls from the 77 Chinese Department.

Everyone greeted each other, and the girls were indignant: "Ah, you actually attend English class but don't come to our Chinese Department class?"

Someone else said: "No wonder his English is so fluent."

Wei Ming laughed and asked: "What class do you have today?"

"Teacher Qu Yude's Chinese Folk Myths and Legends."

Hearing it was Professor Qu's class, Wei Ming had to show his support: "Attending, let's go, let's go together!"

Because he went to Shanghai last week, Professor Qu adjusted the class, and today it was four consecutive sessions to make up for last week.

Hearing from the girls, the main topic today was Ming Dynasty god-and-demon novels. The previous two sessions covered "Investiture of the Gods," and the next two should change to another book.

They felt it was highly likely they would talk about "Journey to the West."

As a result, when they entered the classroom, they saw that the blackboard writing from the previous class had been erased and rewritten with three big characters—"Ping Yao Zhuan"...

(End of chapter)