[{"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-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","That Year, the Flowers Bloomed in 1981",{"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},2294429,4489,"Chapter 11","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>When Lu Jingyao’s letter arrived at Qingshui County No. 2 High School, Li Ye was just being reassigned along with several classmates from Class Two into the new remedial Class One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One student grumbled bitterly: “Why the hell keep shuffling us around? I just got friendly enough with my desk partner to read her palm, and now they’re tearing us apart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye, who had learned the truth from his grandfather, knew this was the school realigning its fast and slow classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year, County No. 2 High admitted three remedial classes, and based on Gaokao scores at enrollment, they had initially designated Class One as the “fast class.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a single exam result couldn’t fully reflect a student’s overall ability; after four months of intensive instruction, performance gaps emerged across all classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some students surged ahead, others plummeted, and among the new Grade 11 students, several promising talents had emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the school had no choice but to re-screen candidates and form a new “fast class” to boost college admission rates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye slung his backpack over his shoulder and strolled lazily into remedial Class One behind Hu Man and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, he drew the attention of most students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is Huang Shiren in our class? He couldn’t even crack the top ten in Class Two!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, his family’s rich—probably bribed their way in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not ‘probably’—definitely. Landlords like him always take crooked paths...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Poor Guo Yunzhen—he studied so hard, and now he’s been pushed out by this Huang Shiren...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every one who came in, someone had to go out; Li Ye and the others entered remedial Class One, so some students from Class One were reassigned to the other two classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students who had been in Class One for a long time always considered themselves superior; being pushed out naturally left them resentful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these students only whispered among themselves—Li Dayong, a bear-like brute, was the undisputed king of Class One, and he got along perfectly with Li Ye, the landlord dog; no one dared provoke them openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, bro, sit over here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dayong, seated in the last row, stretched out his arm with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Dayong looked rough and bulky, his grades were actually slightly better than Li Ye’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Li Ye had been chasing Lu Jingyao’s favor, Li Dayong had carefully avoided provoking him before; now that they were in the same class, he was actually happier than Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye smiled and walked toward Li Dayong—but was stopped midway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue, Lu Jingyao’s former best friend, held out a letter with a scowl: “Here. Your letter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye took the letter in surprise, and when he saw the postmark date, his cheerful expression turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is my letter in your hands?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw it at the reception office and brought it over for you. What, are you going to thank me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue rolled her eyes, adopting a look of contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she met Li Ye’s suddenly cold, oppressive gaze, she involuntarily stepped back half a pace and blurted: “What are you going to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not going to do anything,” Li Ye said coldly. “I just want to know why you’re holding back my mail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue raised her voice: “Who’s holding back your mail? I was being nice bringing it to you—you’re ungrateful like a dog biting Lu Dongbin...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This letter arrived yesterday,” Li Ye held up the envelope, cutting her off. “The postmark is proof. Didn’t you once open my mail parcel? Now you’re holding back my letter again—what are you really after?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue had no reply; her eyes widened as if ready to spit fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several other students in Class One finally stood up indignantly to defend her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the big deal? It’s just a letter. You just got here and you’re already bullying us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! You got in through back doors, and now you’re stirring up trouble—do you really think we’re easy to mess with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dayong slammed his desk and stood up, roaring: “Who said I got in through back doors? Watch your mouths, all of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dayong’s fearsome reputation was no joke; the classroom’s noise instantly died down by half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xia Yue, still seething, blurted out: “So now we can’t even say it? Everyone knows what kind of grades Li Ye has! Why is he even in our class?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our class had fifty students, twenty-five desks—why is there now an extra desk? It’s obviously meant for him! Isn’t that a back door?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fierce Li Dayong was silenced, at a loss for words—but a cold voice came from the classroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s saying the school is using back doors? Who’s getting them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue shuddered, turned—and saw their homeroom teacher standing at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Luo... we were... discussing last week’s mock exam scores.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Discussing scores? Xia Yue, do you think you’re qualified to judge others’ scores? What did you get on this mock exam? Over five hundred?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue forced a nervous smile, cursing Li Ye a hundred times in her mind—she blamed him for this unwarranted disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of you, sit down at your own desks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Luo snorted, turned, spoke to someone behind him, then stepped onto the podium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did people notice another middle-aged woman holding a lesson plan, and a girl with a backpack, standing just outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce your new English teacher, Teacher Ke, and your new classmate, Wen Leyu. Welcome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap clap clap clap clap~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class burst into applause; Teacher Ke stepped onto the podium and bowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Luo gestured to the girl outside and pointed to the empty seat beside Li Ye: “Alright, Wen Leyu, take that empty seat in the back row for now—we’ll adjust seating later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl entered and walked toward Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she moved, dozens of eyes in the classroom swung toward her like radar trackers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her gaze was clear and calm; she remained utterly unmoved by all the stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when her eyes met her new desk partner’s, she showed a flicker of surprise—and then a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her cold face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye recognized both Wen Leyu and Teacher Ke—he just hadn’t expected to meet them again at County No. 2 High.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before 1980, English scores on the Gaokao were only for reference and didn’t count toward the total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even by 1981, they counted for only 30% of the total score, so many candidates paid little attention—some couldn’t even recognize all 26 letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lu Jingyao’s father saw the opportunity clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through connections, he found Teacher Ke, who was temporarily staying in Qingshui County, and hired her to tutor his daughter; within half a year, Lu Jingyao’s English score soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gaokao questions of this era were far simpler than those of later years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Lu Jingyao took the exam, though her total score wasn’t outstanding, her English score was exceptionally high, securing her an exception admission to Beijing Foreign Languages College—barely scraping through, but incredibly lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Li Ye, already Lu Jingyao’s fiancé, received a few tutoring sessions with her, then shifted his focus entirely to the 100-point subjects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his final score still fell short, the oddity of it all was deeply suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This class adjustment is a targeted teaching strategy—don’t let this normal change disrupt your studies...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I warn you: no unrelated behavior during class... Xia Yue, as class monitor, you must maintain order...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Homeroom Teacher Luo emphasized discipline and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye raised his hand high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Luo frowned: “Student, what is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye stood up, speaking calmly and steadily: “Teacher, I believe Xia Yue’s character doesn’t meet the standard of a class monitor, and she is unfit to maintain class discipline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom fell silent for two seconds—then erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone twisted their necks to stare at the tall, thin boy in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue, meanwhile, was fuming, ready to jump over and strangle Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>",1341,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","991bb9ced9deac9bfdff476da41597df59ff9bdad5e9a8c2e45877f55a93b5f9","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-12","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-10",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]