[{"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-136":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},2294554,4489,"Chapter 136: Li Ye","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-136",136,"\u003Cp>Li Ye spent several consecutive nights teaching Jin Peng, Hao Jian, Zhou Lijuan, and others how to drive, leaving him no time for self-study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, university evening self-study was entirely voluntary, and no one cared what he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye hadn’t expected that someone actually intended to target him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the last class on Saturday afternoon, Li Ye packed his bag to leave—tomorrow morning, the eight-person group had planned a collective hike up the Great Wall, and he needed to prepare tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Class committee members, stay behind—we’re holding a class committee meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, you stay too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye had already reached the door when the class study committee member He Dazhuang called out to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye looked around—the only person besides the class committee members singled out was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Li Ye asked, “What’s this about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang nodded. “There’s something. We’ll talk about it in a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was surprised but said nothing, returning to his seat to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class committee members then began discussing class activities and study matters, chatting animatedly, yet as if they’d completely forgotten Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong glanced at Li Ye several times, her expression oddly worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye frowned but didn’t lash out; instead, he pulled out his manuscript paper and began writing a chapter of “Northern Wind Soaring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“New Wind” was a monthly magazine; Li Ye needed to submit thirty to fifty thousand characters each month, averaging one or two thousand per day—he wrote whenever he had spare time, and if he worked fast, he could finish in under an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye had nearly finished today’s scheduled chapter, yet the class committee members were still chattering away among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talking about sports meet precautions, safety for the You Xiangshan outing, babbling on like little adults—solemn yet childish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye grew impatient and snapped coldly, “Class president, Zhen class president—what exactly is this about? You’ve been ignoring me for half an hour?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ignoring you?” He Dazhuang spun around sharply. “We’re dealing with collective issues first—your matter comes later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then call me when you’re done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye snapped his pen shut, closed his manuscript, and gathered his things to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carry a feather duster and think you’re a peacock with a long tail?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve already been to university in my past life—I know exactly what class committee cadres are really like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang, seeing Li Ye leave, stepped forward to stop him sternly: “Li Ye, correct your attitude. Your issue was raised by the Student Union, [25] and now we’re all discussing how to help you—don’t dig in your heels or you’ll end up being asked to withdraw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So everyone is currently discussing how to help you; don't dig in your heels and end up being urged to withdraw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, the bigger the forest, the stranger the birds. Since arriving at Jingda, most people had been friendly, but now Li Ye finally understood: high grades didn’t mean high character—otherwise, Jingda’s withdrawal rate wouldn’t have stayed above 4% for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, just a few months ago, they’d all been high schoolers; leaping through the Dragon Gate still required growing horns and scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye stared coldly at He Dazhuang, silent for several seconds, and the two naturally locked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang wore an air of moral righteousness, but his gaze couldn’t match Li Ye’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye raised one finger and pointed rudely at He Dazhuang: “State the facts. Don’t slap labels on people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your attitude?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my attitude!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough—talk calmly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong and others hurried over to mediate the tense pair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong said, “We’ve mostly finished discussing collective matters—there are just a few things we want to say to you, Li Ye. Don’t take it personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can a few words explain this? His issue is serious—the Student Union said it could damage our class’s reputation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang’s face flushed red as he demanded sharply, “Li Ye, how many nights have you skipped evening self-study?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye grew calm, replying coldly, “None of your business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How isn’t it my business?” He Dazhuang shouted. “I’m the class study committee member—I’m responsible for monitoring every student’s study attitude. [41] Your attitude is terrible: you don’t pay attention in class, don’t discuss after class, skip evening self-study, and spend all day chasing girls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your attitude toward studying is deeply problematic—you don't pay attention in class, don't discuss after class, skip evening self-study, and spend all day busy with dating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real issue you want to bring up—the last sentence—isn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye kept a low profile in class, but his eyes were sharp—he’d noticed how He Dazhuang looked at Zhen Rongrong, his gaze thick with hormones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhen Rongrong ignored him completely, keeping her distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was, Zhen Rongrong often spoke to Li Ye, and Li Ye had seen He Dazhuang’s glances turn sour multiple times—but he pretended not to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t have youthful crushes? If you want to pine away, go ahead—I don’t need to pity you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye truly hadn’t expected He Dazhuang to be so impatient—he was about to publicly expose Li Ye’s “player” nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’m not even flirting with Zhen Rongrong, and she doesn’t want you, He Dazhuang—idiot!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye silently shook his head, feeling sorry for He Dazhuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid had focused solely on studying in high school—he had zero experience dating girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he openly attacked Li Ye, he’d already lost his right to choose a partner for the next four years of university.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Li Ye was about to expose his hypocrisy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang was still listing Li Ye’s faults, but Li Ye had already pulled two books from his bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Political Economy,” “College English.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring He Dazhuang’s accusations, Li Ye said to Zhen Rongrong, “Class president, pick one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pick a textbook and hold it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing, Li Ye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong was confused but followed his instruction, taking “Political Economy” in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye said, “Open to any page we’ve studied—I’ll recite it. If I make even one mistake, then He Dazhuang is right—I haven’t studied properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze. Even He Dazhuang fell silent, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong stared at Li Ye in surprise, then flipped to page nineteen and whispered, “Page nineteen—Marxism.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” Li Ye began reciting immediately: “Marx xxx tells us that all economic laws are built upon the law of value.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye recited nonstop for three minutes, from page nineteen all the way to page twenty-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhen Rongrong’s eyes widened, her mouth opening wider and wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other class committee members also moved behind her, checking Li Ye’s recitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single character wrong—not one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, they all wondered—if it weren’t for the rules, would Li Ye have recited the punctuation too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, that’s enough, that’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong closed the book and offered it apologetically to Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye didn’t take it—he said, “Turn to another page. Let He Dazhuang recite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong was stunned—truly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【This little guy is really petty.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others thought the same—they assumed Li Ye was proving his innocence, but they hadn’t realized he was launching a counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, you say I don’t study seriously? Then show me how seriously you study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? You can’t act serious? Then how did you become study committee member? All glitter on the outside, full of straw inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You, the study committee member, can’t even recite? Then what were you accusing me of just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong hesitated—she knew He Dazhuang’s little crush, because the study committee position should have gone to Li Ye—he had the highest entrance score.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason, homeroom teacher Mu Yunning hadn’t assigned Li Ye any class position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If He Dazhuang was humiliated now, where would Mu Yunning save face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you waiting for, class president? Do you need us to shout ‘start’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s cold question left Zhen Rongrong no escape—she reached for the book, preparing to turn to an easier page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every student admitted to Jingda was sharp—He Dazhuang immediately said, “Reciting doesn’t prove study attitude. Even if you’re brilliant, Li Ye, you’ve poured all your energy into dating. [88] The Student Union came to us today saying the whole campus is talking—you danced with a girl on Tuesday night. Your attitude will harm our class’s reputation… you won’t pass the Youth League review.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The student union came to us today saying everyone at school is talking about how you danced with a girl on Tuesday night. Your attitude toward studying will harm the class's reputation… you will not pass the Youth League review.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a university class, the Youth League committee was the soul—He Dazhuang had struck at Li Ye’s weak point, and it sounded intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, he’d met Li Ye—a slacker who didn’t care about formalities—so his threat held no weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye began packing his things, speaking slowly: “You can judge me however you like, but I warn you—don’t slander others, or you’ll regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regret what? What am I afraid of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s “kind warning” enraged He Dazhuang—he lunged for the manuscript in Li Ye’s bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this? I’ve seen you writing love letters to girls in class—not once or twice. Hand it over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He Dazhuang, don’t—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment He Dazhuang’s fingers brushed the manuscript, his foot caught on something—he tumbled backward, head slamming hard against the floor, stars exploding before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. The classroom fell utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Rongrong had seen He Dazhuang reach for Li Ye’s things, then Li Ye suddenly moved—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could finish shouting to stop He Dazhuang, he crashed to the ground with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye lightly shook his hand, straightening his slightly disheveled shirt cuff, then tucked the manuscript into his backpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wocao, Li Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang roared as he scrambled to his feet and lunged at Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, He Dazhuang fell even faster; Zhen Rongrong had barely uttered two words when he was down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Zhen Rongrong and the others clearly saw Li Ye’s movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stepped forward with one foot, bracing He Dazhuang’s supporting leg, then reached one hand beneath his ribs and gave a light shake—toppling the 180-pound He Dazhuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【No wonder He Dazhuang said Li Ye’s frame was too soft—Li Ye was annoyed! If it were me, I’d be annoyed too.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asshole~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang rose a second time and charged at Li Ye like a bull—only to be thrown down again, just as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go get the teacher!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, a student snapped out of it and sprinted off to summon Mu Yunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two men fighting, yet now the teacher’s involved—sigh, are you feeling sorry for He Dazhuang?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a little friction—was it really worth it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye sat down quietly, pulled out his manuscript paper and fountain pen, and began writing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still need several hundred words for today’s update!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yunning arrived quickly; upon entering the classroom, she saw the class committee gathered in a circle, surrounding Li Ye as if guarding a prisoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this prisoner acted as if no one were there, writing calmly on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened? Who was fighting? Who struck first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to look at Li Ye and He Dazhuang, but no one answered Mu Yunning’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you say Li Ye struck first, He Dazhuang was the one who snatched his “love letter”—but if you say He Dazhuang struck first, look at his bruised, swollen face—doesn’t he look too much like the victim?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yunning stepped closer and first examined He Dazhuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice—he was too conspicuous: covered in dust, hair wild, as if a lump had formed on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she looked at Li Ye—spotless, not a single button undone, not a single hair out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You really do enjoy fighting, don’t you?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yunning’s face was icy. “He Dazhuang, explain what happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dazhuang’s emotions were still raw. “We were discussing how Li Ye’s romantic relationship had made him slack off in his studies, and then—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Mu Yunning listened to He Dazhuang’s account, she watched Li Ye—and found this troublemaker completely expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Is he really only twenty?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After He Dazhuang finished, Mu Yunning turned to Li Ye. “Li Ye, what do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye said nothing, but pulled a single sheet of paper—white background, red text—from his backpack and handed it to Mu Yunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the admission letter sent by Beijing University to all new students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Mu, this letter clearly states the school regularly holds dances—so is there a problem with me dancing with a girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yunning slowly shook her head. “No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was well familiar with the letter’s contents—she couldn’t possibly say there was a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye added: “The letter also clearly encourages us to develop holistically and cultivate various abilities—so is there a problem with my passion for literature?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Literature?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Li Ye lifted his manuscript. “I’m submitting to a magazine in Daocheng, but He Dazhuang tried to seize my personal property—do I have the right to resist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Resist? Submit? Hmph~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yunning glanced at the pitiful He Dazhuang and thought: You only resisted, and you left him like this—if you’d truly attacked, would he even have survived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing a villager’s dog really does happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you to reader “Jiang1” for the donation—thanks, brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2252,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","19013a8479f285f9d3f5b4f935b75997728fb0d773d2aeda942b698c98804b7f","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-137","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-135",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]