[{"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-134":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},2294552,4489,"Chapter 134: Her Eyes Are Only on You (Repaying the Debt: Alliance Leader HanSoHee, First Chapter)","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-134",134,"\u003Cp>“Li Ye, Li Ye, these pants of yours are awesome! Can I borrow them tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to borrow them too, Li Ye, let me try first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost, I asked first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at your own huge ass—do you even fit in them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you calling big-assed? Try me, I’ll sit on you till you die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Tuesday afternoon, Li Ye changed clothes in the dorm—just swapped one pair of pants—and nearly sparked a bloodbath among his roommates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason? Tonight, Li Ye had invited them all to a campus outdoor dance hosted by the Spanish Department.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dances had been around in Shenzhou for years, nothing special—but none of the kids in Dorm 209 had ever been to one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even shy, awkward Sun Jinxiang was willing to miss it—he gritted his teeth, blushed, and insisted on letting loose his first dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a peacock showing off its tail, this was a group event—so according to Sun Jinxiang, they had to dress to impress and not shame Dorm 206.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Li Ye’s new pants became the target of his roommates’ attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only have two pairs—I’m wearing one. The other I’ll lend you, just don’t rip it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll try first, I’ll try first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roommates grabbed the pants, laughing and jostling, each trying them on to check length and fit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Li Ye’s close friends had done the same with his clothes—and their bonds only grew stronger, so he wasn’t stingy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, these were gifts from Hao Jian—there was still a whole box of them back at Zaojunmiao’s Sihe Academy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his stay in Yangcheng, Li Ye had given Hao Jian his exact measurements and sketched out a few clothing styles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he owned a garment factory himself, he might as well enjoy “custom tailoring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since they were custom-made, they didn’t fit everyone—after trying them all, only Chen Sihai from the Math Department could wear them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, these pants are great. Your shoes are even better—can I borrow them too? You don’t even wear them anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye flatly refused, sweeping his foot out and kicking Chen Sihai away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve got good eyesight, but now you’re pushing it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s shoes were a gift from Wen Leyu—genuine Uzbek calf leather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were a present from Wen Qingsheng’s business trip on behalf of Zhongliang—think about the quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped them on—perfect fit, neither tight nor loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye paced back and forth in the dorm like a model, clicking his heels, utterly showy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye is definitely the dance king tonight—yeah, the one and only king.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone like you shouldn’t even come to a dance—you’ve got a date, why not just go to the trees by Weiminghu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roommates sneered, dripping with sarcasm and envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“King” was a term they’d picked up from Li Ye—but they twisted it, using it to mock him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“King, you’re the most showy. King, you’re the most full of yourself.” But no one could deny Li Ye was the hottest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was confident enough that when Wu Runfu generously offered him snow cream and hair oil, he refused outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I look like I need hair oil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I keep it low-key just to spare you all some dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blow came fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye led his Dorm 206 buddies to the dance—and realized tonight’s stars wouldn’t be them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye still caught a few glances from girls, but the others? Barely anyone even looked their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shy Sun Jinxiang sighed: “Wu Ge, your hair oil doesn’t work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye said slowly: “It’s not Wu’s oil that’s bad—it’s your hair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye, Sun Jinxiang, and Wu Runfu all had black hair—but some had golden hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were over twenty international students at the dance—some as shy as Sun Jinxiang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but several were tall, athletic, and danced with skill—absolute centerpieces of the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though most girls remained reserved and declined their invitations, their curious eyes inevitably drifted toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Sihai, wearing Li Ye’s pants, went out to chat with a few girls—failed to make any connection—and returned, dejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are there so many international students here all at once?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye murmured: “Because they don’t speak Chinese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since 1955, Jingda had accepted overseas students, mainly from Eastern Europe and Third World allies—but after 1978, ties with advanced nations strengthened, and their students naturally came to Shenzhou to study and travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most enrolled in Chinese language programs, but given how hard Chinese was, they’d barely learn phrases like “Have you eaten?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this group dance, hosted by the Spanish Department and mandatory for all students, became the best chance for international students to interact with locals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was actually a good thing—but Li Ye, carrying memories from his past life, had preconceptions that colored his view differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group stared blankly at the dancers like butterflies—unaware a girl was quietly approaching from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you smitten with Elena? Staring so hard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu’s small head peeked over Li Ye’s shoulder, squinting at a blonde girl on the dance floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I was watching that guy in the floral shirt—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye answered casually, turned to Wen Leyu—and his words died as he saw her beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a long, dark new dress, her tiny heels making her already 1.7-meter frame tower above everyone else—and more importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She. Wore. Silk. Stockings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye froze for seconds, blurted: “Sis, are you trying to blind every single bachelor here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu was stunned, then laughed: “No way, no way—it’s our first group event, the class committee insisted we take it seriously, so I just changed clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she gently poked Sun Jinxiang beside Li Ye—the shy boy bolted away like a startled rabbit, clearing space for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu smoothed her dress and sat beside Li Ye: “These kinds of events are common at Jingda—I heard they even hold group dance competitions!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, that pair dancing best in the center—they say they won last year’s championship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye followed Wen Leyu’s gaze to a pair of young students in the center—indeed, they danced beautifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s heart raced—he whispered: “Will we dance later?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu replied: “If someone comes to ask me, we’ll dance. If no one does, we won’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye dramatically exclaimed: “Wow, I dressed up so carefully—and you’re just using me as a shield?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu tilted her head toward him, eyes half-lidded: “What else did you think I called you for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye straightened his chest, placed a hand over his heart, and bowed in a Western knight’s salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noble lady, guarding by your side is my honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu stared at him, stunned—after several seconds, she whispered: “Say that again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye declared proudly: “Do not doubt a knight’s loyalty, lady—your request was impolite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu didn’t know how to respond, so Li Ye coached her: “You should feel proud to have a knight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl bit back a smile, gently touched his forehead: “Knight, I apologize—I am delighted and proud to have you as my protector.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it awkward? Embarrassing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was 1982—poetry that made no sense was shouted aloud; who cared about awkwardness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Wu Runfu and Chen Sihai scrambled up, brushed off their pants, and hurried away—had wanted to eavesdrop, ended up getting fed a whole bowl of dog food—terribly uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s quiet hopes weren’t in vain—Wen Leyu’s radiance was too dazzling; soon, a blonde guy approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you care to dance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ni Hao, ke yi tiao wu ma?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu slowly shook her head, her gaze firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde man shrugged, bowed politely, and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he turned—he saw Wen Leyu and Li Ye rise together, hand in hand, stepping onto the dance floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you dance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—I watched old folks dancing at the square these past few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then follow me—I learned from my mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music swelled around them; Wen Leyu pulled Li Ye’s hand, guiding his steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she learned, Teacher Ke had led her this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, Wen Leyu realized Li Ye danced more smoothly than she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the slow four-step was simple, was his talent really that good?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you learn so fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want me to step on your foot so you look better than me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu immediately glared: “Try stepping on me once?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the dance ended, the two returned to their seats to rest, and all eyes gathered toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the first-year students who only watched and didn’t dance, stared at Wen Leyu and Li Ye in astonishment, amazed and admiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, someone else came over to ask for a dance—but this time, it was an upperclasswoman inviting Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but had excellent poise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if she were several times more beautiful, Li Ye wouldn’t play with fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not very good at dancing—I’m still learning. Sorry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can teach you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I already have a teacher. Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl glanced at Wen Leyu, smiled slyly, and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu wrinkled her little nose and gave Li Ye a look that said, “Good job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye suddenly leaned close to Wen Leyu and whispered: “How about we dance somewhere else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Somewhere else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu was puzzled but obediently followed Li Ye, seizing an opportunity to slip away quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the playground, Li Ye rode his bike with Wen Leyu straight to the shore of Weiminghu, stopping at a flat spot by the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took his portable cassette player from his satchel, hung it around his waist, but put the headphones on Wen Leyu’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the slow waltz through the headphones, Wen Leyu said: “Then you won’t hear the music!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye shook his head: “I don’t need to hear the music. I just need to look at you, and I’ll dance without thinking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu was surprised, yet obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently shifted her high heels, tugged lightly on Li Ye’s arm, guiding him to match her steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Li Ye, truly, didn’t need music—he danced in perfect sync with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle breeze from the lake stirred their hair, plucking at the strings of their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met, silent, yet the unspoken understanding between them grew ever more harmonious, ever more perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu’s skirt fluttered like her mood—joyful and elated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s steps were free and easy, like his thoughts—unrestrained, galloping wherever they willed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shore of Weiminghu at night was not quiet, yet no one—whether couples out for romance or patrol officers with red armbands—disturbed the two young people dancing in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peking University’s openness and tolerance finally let Li Ye taste a flavor he’d never known before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when a girl’s eyes held nothing but your reflection, and nothing else, was it truly, overwhelmingly sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, I finally repaid one installment—five left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big shots, can anyone give me a vote???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you to reader “Two Jujube Trees” for the coin reward, thank you to all readers for your support, thank you all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1846,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","71f5068b7c24b6dd5debf22470042cbb91f1f7c1192371455c61d67ba57db1be","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-135","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-133",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]