[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981":3,"chapter-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","That Year, the Flowers Bloomed in 1981",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2294419,4489,"Chapter 1: Chapter One: Don","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>[If in our lives we have never discovered anyone who has traveled back from the future, then it means humanity went extinct before inventing a time machine—Hawking.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye lowered his head, staring blankly at the worn-out desk in front of him, his gaze unmoved for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a double desk, covered with obvious carved marks made by human hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shapes of the carvings were chaotic, the ink stains within them likely from different students across different eras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layer upon layer of overlapping colors created a muddled hue, brimming with abstract artistry, as if Ningjuzhe  a thousand idle youth years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the desk lay a test paper—not the machine-printed kind, but one Li Ye had only heard of from his parents’ lips: an “oil-printed test.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An oil-printed test was made by first carving characters onto thin wax paper with a metal stylus, then using a manual oil press to transfer ink through the wax onto sheets of white paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These tests were crudely made, prone to smudging, but cheap and convenient, and extremely popular in the 1980s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the 1980s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye slowly lifted his head, gazing at the portrait above the blackboard, steeped in the era’s aesthetic, still unable to believe his soul had crossed into a parallel universe—1981—and become a repeat student named Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellowed walls, chalky blackboard, battered desks, and classmates all dressed in “downright rustic” attire—these struck Li Ye with a powerful psychological blow, leaving his soul and memories still unmerged even after arriving in this world for quite some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye extended his hand, and the sleeve of his shirt revealed a forearm unmistakably belonging to a teenager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin taut and elastic, muscles long and well-defined, faint blue veins visible beneath the epidermis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such low body fat and such flawless skin, in his past life, he’d have needed to spend a fortune at the gym and date seven or eight gorgeous trainers for hundreds of private lessons to even come close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye, who once regretted premature graying from staying up late, couldn’t help sighing inwardly... Youth, how wonderful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu Man, none of us in class got this question right—have you figured out how to solve it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t really understand hyperbola problems either. I think it should be...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah, I thought the same thing, but there wasn’t enough time—I couldn’t finish...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That method’s wrong—I solved it that way and got zero points...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loud discussion buzzed behind Li Ye, pulling his attention back from his chaotic thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Rule One of the Transmigrator: Adapt to this society, starting with the people around you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye turned his head, peered through the gaps between classmates, and quickly grasped the nature of the hyperbola math problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing several classmates frowning, scratching their heads, utterly lost, Li Ye leaned in, grabbed a pen, and began writing out equations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, this problem is simple. We already know the right focus of hyperbola C1... point M (3, t) lies on hyperbola C1, so we can set up a formula to find t squared, then...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. Absolute, pin-drop silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s equations were cut short before completion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the classmates who had just been loudly debating now stared at him strangely, as if he were a rare animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, Hu Man, seated behind Li Ye, reached out, seized the pen in his hand, and silently pulled it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pen was hers—an Hero brand fountain pen, which she disliked being borrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other students involved in the discussion also turned away and resumed their conversation, ignoring Li Ye entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was fucking awkward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was trying to help you solve the problem—what’s with this attitude? Am I invisible now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, you got it wrong yourself, and you still dare teach Hu Man and the others? What’s that saying again? Right—it’s a blind man riding a blind horse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sarcastic voice came from the last row of the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye blinked, glanced back, and saw a boy with outdated clothes and hairstyle, radiating pure middle-school delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was He Weiguo, a two-year repeat student and academic failure, who, thanks to a distant uncle who was a teacher, constantly teased classmates like a troublemaker—not worth bothering with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye turned back to his oil-printed test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>28 points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two red numbers stood proudly atop the ink-scented paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in his past life, when he was addicted to Warcraft and Honor of Kings, he’d never scored this absurdly low, had he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the mistakes made him even more speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misread the question, wrong formula, Haoburongyi  got the solution right, then messed up the calculation—how did he even have the guts to repeat? Why not just go work in a factory tightening screws?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye stayed silent—and the guy behind him wouldn’t let up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, you still hope to get into Beijing to find Lu Jingyao? Your Chinese is decent—can you explain to me what ‘a toad dreaming of eating swan meat’ means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter erupted through the silent classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just from the last row—even the boys beside Li Ye snickered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Hu Man, who had reclaimed her pen, and several girls frowned with visible indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in Li Ye’s mind, a sharp, needle-like pain pierced for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After soul-transmigration, Li Ye’s brain had become like a computer—every faint memory from his past life, and fragments of the original body’s mental residue, were stored on a hard drive, retrievable whenever needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cascade of images flashed through Li Ye’s mind, showing him the original’s past interactions with Lu Jingyao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first sword after crossing over—slice your lover first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye shook his head, laughing it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this era, even returning to the city could sever ties—how much more so when someone leapt over the dragon gate and became a “public servant”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, just let go! Not worth it for a woman like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Li Ye had plenty of “fail-again-fail-again” experience—he’d seen too many trash girls and tea-bitches. Emotional heartbreak was not his style, and he had no desire to start pointless fights over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Ye murmured softly, the piercing, clinging obsession dissolved into thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tree may wish for stillness—the wind will not cease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s calm composure made He Weiguo feel challenged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, walked to Li Ye’s desk, and reached for his test paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“28 points—not bad! You improved 7 points after one repeat, 14 after two—after three repeats... Lu Jingyao would’ve graduated already... Hah... Ah... Ahh... Let go, let go...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s hand clamped onto He Weiguo’s wrist, bent two of his fingers backward, then slowly stood up, staring coldly as He Weiguo grimaced in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let go... Sisi ... let... go... fuck... Lu Jingyao...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Weiguo’s fingers were nearly deformed—his body screamed to retaliate, but the pain left him weak and trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet more than physical pain, his inner panic was far stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had been over half a year ago, He Weiguo would never have dared provoke Li Ye—Li Ye’s fists were no joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the original body looked thin, he was far from frail or powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s father and grandfather had both served in the military; his grandfather had trained in martial arts in his youth and later taught many students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye had been physically honed since childhood—not a true martial artist, but never lost a fight since he was young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since He Weiguo discovered Li Ye’s “weak point,” he felt like he’d grabbed the bull by the nose—free to show off however he pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That weak point was Lu Jingyao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Li Ye began repeating, whenever someone taunted him about Lu Jingyao, he’d fight—and after every fight, rumors spread through school: “Lu Jingyao went to Beijing and dumped Li Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an era with little entertainment, gossip carried immense power; each time, Li Ye felt so humiliated he wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting at school was bad behavior—serious fights meant parents were called. After several incidents, not only did his family blame him, but even teachers looked at him differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seventeen or eighteen, the mind is most sensitive. The once-kind boy became Zibei , withdrawn, depressed, swallowing his rage inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to pass the college entrance exam. He wanted to go to Beijing. He couldn’t let petty fights ruin his pure, precious love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suppressing his submission only invited worse bullying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re good-looking, you’re popular with girls—yet you’re still just my plaything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re such a show-off—why not pick on you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Weiguo, who had long envied Li Ye, finally found his chance to shine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Ye’s grades improved, He Weiguo sneered: “Oh? Planning to go to Beijing to find Lu Jingyao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Ye’s grades dropped, He Weiguo gloated: “With grades like yours, you still think you can find Lu Jingyao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time He Weiguo deliberately provoked him, watching Li Ye clench his fists in silent, stifled rage, he felt like he’d drunk honey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Weiguo believed himself the “big brother” of the entire class, entitled to everyone’s admiration—especially the girls’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, as He Weiguo met Li Ye’s eyes, his heart trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was the shame, pain, anger in Li Ye’s gaze? Only chilling calmness and indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, He Weiguo felt Li Ye was as terrifying as the tigers in the provincial zoo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tigers seem lazy and harmless because they’re full and idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when a tiger truly locks eyes with you, that apex predator’s gaze amplifies your deepest fear—so intensely you’re driven to clamp your thighs shut, lest you lose control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exaggeration, Li Ye, with two lives behind him, possessed spiritual strength that crushed He Weiguo’s high school mind. He couldn’t kill with a glance—but they weren’t even on the same level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Weiguo was afraid. He was truly afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared the reckless kid who could snap bricks with one hand had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher’s coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had a classmate shouted the warning than a thin, elderly man appeared at the classroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? All of you want a beating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd of onlookers scattered like birds, rushing back to their seats and pretending to be model students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, there was no such thing as “corporal punishment”—teachers didn’t have “loving guidance” for disobedient students; standing in the corner was mild—the correct method was a slap across the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students who had been punished dared not tell their parents, for if the parents found out, they would impose even harsher discipline, adding insult to injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The teacher’s coming—let go...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Weiguo saw his savior and began struggling fiercely to break free, hoping to confuse the issue and frame Li Ye as the aggressor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye released He Weiguo’s hand, merely bowed slightly to the old man, then sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life in Tianchao, Li Ye had also been bullied at school, and he knew exactly how to handle such situations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The less you react, the less trouble you’ll have; the more you fear, the more trouble you invite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man paused, taken aback by Li Ye’s calm composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a strong impression of Li Ye; logically, Li Ye should have been nervous and at a loss—most students reacted exactly that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye’s demeanor now bore no resemblance to that of an ordinary student; it was more like that of a sage who had weathered storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monitor, what happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Man stood up and replied, “Teacher Hu, just now He Weiguo mocked Li Ye... mocked him for doing poorly on the exam. Li Ye only did poorly because he was sick...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it was Li Ye’s turn to be surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl who had just snatched the pen from his hand was now clearly siding with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sick”—the universal excuse of underachievers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the original owner had indeed been running a fever recently—and it was so severe it swapped his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But He Weiguo immediately interrupted: “Li Ye only got sick after the exam...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Hu cut him off irritably, sneering: “He Weiguo, how dare you mock others? Go back to your seat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Weiguo sullenly returned to the back of the classroom, casting one last venomous glance at Li Ye—a clear “you’ll regret this” expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye wasn’t fazed at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who in this generation hadn’t been in a fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch to open the way, and a hundred more won’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This body’s combat strength was extremely high; as long as he didn’t back down, dominating Linglan wasn’t just a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the teacher’s attitude, Li Ye believed that once he revealed his academic brilliance, the school would understand his circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This mock exam was difficult, but closer to the real college entrance exam. Many students scored only ten or twenty points...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, scores don’t define everything. Some students still have tremendous potential—for example, student Li Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though he only scored twenty-eight points, which seems low, he’s made great progress compared to before. If he keeps working hard, passing the preliminary exam is still very possible—and even entering a vocational or junior college isn’t out of the question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-eight points... great progress? Seems low?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dear Teacher Hu, you’re so lenient, so good at comforting people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you’re saying I might get into high school or junior college?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of joke is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, high school students entering vocational colleges are different from junior high students entering junior vocational schools—but I’m a second-tier university contender who fought through mountains of textbooks in the new millennium, and you’re telling me to aim for a vocational college?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even aiming for a national key university would do justice to all those years my PE teachers drilled into me.\u003C\u002Fp>",2312,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","5fdb4d9be14c4a8150a4f646aa4d0f1b151b7951f08b9195411828352a38061c","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-2",null,884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]