Chapter 137

As a class teacher, Mu Yunning would not judge the fights between students at will, especially when one student beat another student unilaterally.

"Li Ye, can I see your manuscript?"

"Yes, you can."

Li Ye handed the manuscript to Mu Yunning.

Mu Yunning took it and looked, and determined that this was not a love letter.

It's just that after she read a few lines, she understood the meaning.

Li Ye was actually writing popular fiction.

The eighties was the heyday of "scar literature"; at this time, most literary works were based on "reflecting on the past and looking forward to the future," taking a painful and profound path.

And popular fiction like what Li Ye wrote, actually, like martial arts, was considered... not very orthodox.

Martial arts only determined its orthodox status many years later, and then turned around and despised the newly entered online literature for a while, until online literature had signs of "being incorporated," before it stopped.

Anyway, it's like the crosstalk of crosstalk masters and De Yun She; it's always interesting to have some happy fun.

Since what Li Ye wrote wasn't so orthodox, should I give some advice?

So Mu Yunning took the manuscript, found a seat, and thought about spending three to five minutes giving Li Ye some pointers.

She is a senior author of the Peking University school newspaper, and it's not for nothing.

Then, five minutes, ten minutes...

Mu Yunning spent fifteen minutes reading Li Ye's ten thousand words.

When she finished the last page of the manuscript and turned to the empty one, she was surprised to find that she had forgotten what she was going to do and didn't pick out any "faults" for Li Ye.

"Sigh~"

Mu Yunning took a light breath, pondered for a few seconds, and then returned the manuscript to Li Ye.

And Zhen Rongrong, He Dazhuang, and others who had been waiting for half a day looked at Mu Yunning.

It's just that everyone's mentality was a bit different; Zhen Rongrong wanted Mu Yunning to turn big things into small things, and deal with Li Ye's beating of classmates lightly, considering that Li Ye truly loved literature.

But He Dazhuang's thoughts were exactly the opposite, hoping that Mu Yunning would criticize Li Ye for not knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, actually daring to submit to a periodical magazine; you should try to see if the school magazine can pass the manuscript first!

"You wrote well, but... you still have to exchange ideas with the students of the school's literature society in the future and learn about the characteristics of mainstream literature today."

"..."

Both He Dazhuang and Zhen Rongrong were stunned for several seconds.

This was a result neither side had expected.

Li Ye actually wrote well?

Zhen Rongrong was relieved quickly, but He Dazhuang was very aggrieved.

【Teacher, are you trying to lift it high and put it down lightly?】

Sure enough, after Mu Yunning handed the manuscript back to Li Ye, she added: "He Dazhuang grabbing your things is indeed wrong, but you did beat He Dazhuang, so..."

"You two apologize to each other, and then forget about this unpleasantness; you will still be good classmates and good friends in the future, okay?"

【What do you mean grabbing his things is indeed wrong? I didn't even get it in my hand before I was beaten by him?

Teacher, didn't you see the dust on me and the bruises on my face? Do Peking University teachers also favor one side?】

He Dazhuang's face was aggrieved into a bun, but he could only obey Mu Yunning's suggestion.

You dare not obey? Hehe, you'll have small shoes to wear in the future.

But what He Dazhuang didn't expect was that Li Ye didn't even accept this suggestion that clearly "favored" Li Ye.

"Teacher Mu, can I ask the students a few questions?"

Mu Yunning's face froze and said, "Of course you can."

So Li Ye asked Zhen Rongrong and the others: "May I ask classmates, before the conflict between He Dazhuang and me, who did you think was stronger?"

【Can't we just let this little thing go?】

Zhen Rongrong and the others had strange expressions, and all thought Li Ye was narrow-minded, but if they thought about it carefully, they could understand it.

People were clearly strong and hard, but you He Dazhuang insisted on saying people were soft; people were definitely unhappy.

Li Ye saw the misunderstanding of the crowd and asked again: "Or, at the last moment before we had a conflict, who did you think would suffer?"

Zhen Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then said subconsciously: "Before you had a conflict, I definitely thought He Dazhuang was stronger. I even shouted to stop He Dazhuang, but before I could finish my words, you..."

Li Ye spread his hands and said: "You see, who is the active initiator of this conflict? Isn't it clear at a glance?"

"..."

Zhen Rongrong and the others looked at each other, but Mu Yunning realized something and showed a playful smile.

Li Ye said: "Just because He Dazhuang is stronger than me and thought he could suppress me, he grabbed my private manuscript without scruples. This is the inducement for the conflict."

Li Ye, who had been in society for many years in his previous life, knew a truth: when going to the labor market to find migrant workers, try not to choose those "super big" strong men.

Because eight out of ten of these people have big tempers.

Why do they have big tempers?

Because they are strong.

In a group labor environment, once they realize they can make others submit to his arrangements through "coercion," slowly, the desire for rule arises.

Honest and loyal people definitely exist, but there are more people with big tempers.

And He Dazhuang, this big guy, had a big temper, or he was used to some things and unconsciously thought that Li Ye, with his "small body," should submit to his will.

As a result, he didn't expect Li Ye to be "all meat inside the bones," and with a wave of his hand, he threw him into a mess and lost face.

He Dazhuang saw the thoughtful expressions of Zhen Rongrong and the others, and his heart was terrible.

But Li Ye didn't stop and said: "In addition, I think now, Teacher Mu, it's better to ask about some inside information."

Mu Yunning smiled, as if a supporting actor, and said: "What inside information, let's hear it."

Li Ye said seriously: "He Dazhuang just said that the student union people found the class committee directly, wanting to pursue the matter of me dancing with a girl.

Then do you or Counselor Zhang know about this? If you don't know, then what is this? Is it school behavior or private behavior?"

Mu Yunning nodded slightly and looked at class monitor Zhen Rongrong.

Zhen Rongrong was stunned for a few seconds before saying everything: "Yesterday afternoon, Liu Chunbo, a cadre of the student union, found us... wanting us to pay attention to class atmosphere, correct the study style, and help Li Ye..."

Mu Yunning asked: "Why didn't you report it to me?"

He Dazhuang answered immediately: "I proposed to report it to you, Teacher, but I was stopped by Zhen Rongrong."

Zhen Rongrong's face turned pale, and she said shamefully: "I thought this was a small matter, so I wanted to solve it in the class myself first, and didn't notify the teacher temporarily..."

"..."

Mu Yunning and Li Ye both understood; actually, Zhen Rongrong was protecting Li Ye, but she lacked struggle experience and treated a chicken feather thrown by the student union as a command arrow.

Of course, even the naughty kids decades later have awe for the student union, let alone the good kids in '82!

"Liu Chunbo?" Mu Yunning said: "Then I know. In the future, if there are similar things, don't rush to target your own classmates; remember to notify me first."

Mu Yunning thought for a while and added: "The burden on your class committee is very heavy; you must supervise students to study well and maintain the interests of class classmates. This balance needs to be carefully grasped."

Zhen Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to show she understood.

He Dazhuang was even more uncomfortable; he didn't understand that he was sincere to the class, so how did he end up with a reputation of eating inside and out?

Li Ye left the classroom and rode his bike to the girls' dormitory building; he had already made an appointment to eat with Watching Wen Leyu, and he was delayed for so long, he didn't know if the little girl would be hungry.

Arriving at the girls' dormitory building, Li Ye stopped a girl who had just gone downstairs.

"Hello classmate, can you help me call Watching Wen Leyu from 306? Thank you!"

That girl looked at Li Ye strangely, then looked to the other side, and then nodded, turning back to help Li Ye call someone.

Li Ye's observation ability was very strong, and he naturally noticed the girl's strangeness.

He turned his head slightly and looked in the direction the girl had just looked; there stood a small boy.

Actually, Li Ye noticed that boy just now, because the style of his clothing was very different from ordinary Peking University students.

Most Peking University students still wore blue and gray jackets in the style of military uniforms, while that small boy wore a dark striped suit.

Although the style of that suit was "earthy" in Li Ye's view, in this era, in this environment, it was clearly two words—fashionable,

No... showy.

That person saw Li Ye looking at him and also looked steadily at Li Ye. After a few seconds, he bowed slightly to Li Ye and nodded to indicate.

Li Ye's eyes changed instantly.

Because this bowing gesture of the other party had the same flavor as those people from the east who live not bad.

Li Ye squinted his eyes, covering the coldness in his eyes.

Although he strives to be low-key, there is no cat that doesn't protect its food; whoever dares to move his big orange cat, don't blame Li Ye for being ruthless.

"What are you looking at? Let's go."

Watching Wen Leyu just came downstairs and greeted Li Ye to leave.

From Li Ye asking the girl to go up and call someone to her coming down, it was less than a minute, obviously Watching Wen Leyu had been waiting for Li Ye.

And that small suit boy was also waiting for Watching Wen Leyu.

Only then did he walk over quickly, a warm smile gathering on his face, speaking Chinese stutteringly.

"Hello... Miss Wen, I just... sent you a letter..."

"I don't know you!"

The small boy only finished half his sentence before being coldly pushed back by Watching Wen Leyu.

But he didn't seem embarrassed at all, but continued to smile: "I am from the '80 Chinese Language and Literature Department... Nakamura Naoto,

Just sent you a letter... We met last time at... the foreign language activity... Please give me more advice."

Sure enough, it's a small day.

But before Li Ye could flare up, Watching Wen Leyu said: "In the future, please, stay, far, away, from, me."

Maybe to take care of Nakamura Naoto's Chinese level, she also said it "stutteringly,"

But this tone was even more hurtful, like a little girl waving a big hammer violently, one beat at a time, smashing Nakamura Naoto's face pale.

Li Ye couldn't help but laugh.

What an idiot, he didn't even know what Watching Wen Leyu's grandfather did; that old killing embryo didn't know how many alien bloods he had shed, and he was blind to come to chase Watching Wen Leyu.

Isn't this just looking for a beating when he's idle?

Li Ye got on his bike, carried Watching Wen Leyu, and left happily.

After walking not far, he teased Watching Wen Leyu amusingly: "Girl, are you starting to receive love letters now?"

Watching Wen Leyu pinched her small fist, hammered Li Ye, and said angrily while hammering: "You turn back now, go see that letter in the trash can upstairs; if I opened it and looked at it, you can deal with me however you want."

"Hahaha, I believe, I believe, stop hammering, it hurts!"

Watching Wen Leyu hammered seven or eight times before stopping.

After a moment of silence, she habitually leaned her small head on Li Ye's back.

"Now even if there are ten thousand love letters, they can't compare to that warm look at that time; who wants to bother with them."

"Hmm, don't bother with them."

Li Ye was quite proud.

【At this time, Watching Wen Leyu, besides me, nobody can catch up!】

Downstairs in the girls' building, the sluggish Nakamura Naoto stood for a long time before slowly calming down,

Then he walked straight to an activity room of the student union with a gloomy face.

In the activity room, several students were learning English around a recorder, but looking at the tapes next to them, there were also many pop songs.

Seeing Nakamura Naoto with a drooping face, a small-parted boy walked over.

"What's wrong, Nakamura classmate?"

Nakamura Naoto's mouth hooked, and he said gloomily: "Liu Sang, is the recorder I donated to you easy to use?"

"Easy to use, I use it to learn English, listen to songs, and feel the sound quality is very good."

"Then what about the matter I entrusted to you?"

"Matter? What matter?"

Nakamura Naoto's face turned from white to red.

You cunning Zhina people, sure enough, you are all people who don't keep their word.

He gritted his teeth and said: "That freshman, the economics department... I remember Peking University doesn't publicly allow talking about love..."

"Oh oh, I handled that for you, but what the final result will be, I can't guarantee."

"..."

(End of chapter)