[{"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-22":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},2294440,4489,"Chapter 22: Chapter Twenty-Two: See How Many Are White Wolves","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>After being hired by County No. 2 High, Teacher Ke had only average relations with several other teachers in the remedial classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarily because her status was still unclear; everyone followed the principle of avoiding trouble, deliberately keeping their distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, teachers like Luo and others had official positions, while Teacher Ke was a hired “temporary worker,” making the dynamics somewhat delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after Li Ye’s practice book was exposed, all the teachers lowered their pride and approached Teacher Ke for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Li Ye’s practice book contained exercises in mathematics, physics, and chemistry—each problem striking the teachers as fresh and clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Ke is truly a university graduate from the 1960s—not only excellent in English, but practically a polymath...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Ke, please help these kids! Their pressure is too great; every new set of problems you create gives them one more chance to pass!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke calmly and gracefully said: “I did create a few sets of problems for Li Ye. Since they’ve proven effective, I’ll contribute my share.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Teacher Ke took Li Ye’s practice book, her expression sharply changed, then quickly returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had assumed the problems Luo and the others mentioned were the same ones she’d given Li Ye for “mutual exchange” with her daughter—but now, why did they feel so off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Teacher Ke was a university graduate from twenty years ago, and she soon grasped the brilliance of Li Ye’s problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These problems are not simple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke immediately reached her conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could forty years of accumulated exam-prep experience be simple?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only a few problems appeared, they covered far more knowledge points and were far better suited for student mastery—far surpassing the trial-and-error level of the early 1980s, when the college entrance exam had just been restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke calmed her mind, carefully studied the underlying principles of the problem types, then attempted to create her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after drafting several problems, she couldn’t help feeling discouraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had intended to absorb the essence of Li Ye’s problems, combine them with her own experience, and produce fresh, original questions in her own style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when she actually tried, she found she couldn’t escape Li Ye’s framework—she could only change numbers or superficial details; the core structure remained Li Ye’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Am I really going to “borrow” this child’s work?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Borrowing” sounds polite; the blunt term is “plagiarize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think about it: Li Ye just gave your daughter problems, and you immediately tweak the numbers, change the surface, and pass them off as your own achievement—wouldn’t you be laughed at?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke, after all, was a cultured person with ability and integrity—she still had some sense of shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hesitating until nightfall, Teacher Ke spoke with her daughter, not boasting about Wen Leyu’s accomplishments, but pulling out several practice books from her bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Teacher Ke lost all resolve—and became deeply curious: where had Li Ye obtained these novel problems?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu, sharp as ice, sensed something wrong—like her favorite toy being touched by someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke remained composed: “The school asked me to create test problems to help students improve. I want to study these books for reference.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu instinctively resisted, but since these were Li Ye’s things, she could only say: “You’ll have to ask Li Ye. Some classmates in class keep saying nasty things—don’t feed white wolves your kindness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke’s eyes flickered slightly. “Of course. But what exactly have they been saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu snapped: “They call Li Ye Huang Shiren... accuse him of stealing our problems, and say we’re stingy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to her daughter ramble on, Teacher Ke felt both joy and worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had it been since her daughter spoke so much in one breath?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thinking of Li Ye’s entanglement with Lu Jingyao, Teacher Ke felt helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Li Ye studies English so hard—he’s clearly chasing after Lu Jingyao. What if one day...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Li Ye knew Teacher Ke’s thoughts right now, he’d surely cry foul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone around him refused to believe that Li Ye, deeply in love, would ever give up Lu Jingyao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she better matched the aesthetic standards of this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Teacher Ke came to speak with Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke believed these problems were a hard-won resource Li Ye’s family had secured through connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The college entrance exam was a narrow bridge crowded with thousands; no one wanted their child’s advantage diluted by others—so she needed Li Ye’s consent and must credit him openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, Teacher Luo showed me your practice book yesterday, and you told him I gave you the problems—now you’ve put me in an awkward position!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could you let everyone use your problems? I’ll make it clear they’re all your work...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye thought briefly, then said: “Alright. Let’s release part of them first, then decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke immediately sensed something. “Part of them? What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye smiled. “See how many are white wolves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon in County No. 2 High’s cafeteria, a long line stretched for food, Li Ye at the back, slowly shuffling forward, chest pressed to back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone once said: eating meat in large chunks, drinking wine in big bowls—that’s youth and vigor; savoring refined dishes, finely sliced delicacies—that’s old age and frailty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was now in his prime: “strong, vigorous, and eating his father into bankruptcy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, scholars are poor, warriors rich; unlike children who sat quietly reading since childhood, Li Ye had trained with his grandfather since boyhood, hardening his digestive system to an extraordinary degree—his appetite was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since his reincarnation, Li Ye felt his body was a bottomless pit: no matter how much nutrition poured in, it was swiftly absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, his strength, agility, and endurance were quietly, steadily improving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cost? Constant hunger—even before mealtime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this state of gnawing hunger, Li Ye felt he could devour a whole ox if it appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cafeteria had no ox—only three dishes, each in a large aluminum pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One serving of cabbage, one of potatoes, and one of radish stewed with meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finally reaching the cafeteria window, Li Ye ordered all three dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, all nearby students turned to stare—mostly with looks of “this rich bastard is wasting food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cafeteria worker, seeing it was Li Ye, smiled warmly: “Cabbage five fen, potatoes six fen, radish with meat twelve fen—want steamed buns too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two buns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye pulled out a stack of meal tickets and began counting; back then, school meal tickets were exchanged for cash and grain coupons, and most students counted every ticket—students who ate as openly as Li Ye were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who was Li Ye?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even beasts knew what they needed to “never become slaves!” I’m a reincarnated soul—do I really have to starve?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye carried his overflowing, heaping enamel bowl through the crowd, drawing collective stares and the sound of swallowing saliva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What a time of scarcity! Just one meat dish makes them drool—if I ate roast chicken every meal... hmm, a bit excessive.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, what’s going on with you? Your appetite keeps growing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be ridiculous! Are you saying your gluttony isn’t bad enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dayong came up with two servings of potatoes; despite his bear-like frame, his appetite couldn’t keep up with Li Ye’s anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye naturally didn’t reveal his bodily changes, only brushed it off casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>County No. 2 High had no dedicated dining tables; only a few serving windows existed. Students either ate outside squatting or returned to their classrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye and Li Dayong were eating in their classroom when the study committee member, Jin Shengli, approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a serious expression: “Li Ye, I need to talk to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye paused his spoon. “About what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shengli swallowed. “I think your deliberate targeting of Xia Yue is highly inappropriate. Our class used to be united, but look now—it’s split apart...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Class One’s unity was indeed lacking—but only two factions had rifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Li Ye released his practice problems, most students benefited, but Li Dayong “strictly controlled access,” excluding the small group led by Xia Yue and Jin Shengli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Yue was stubborn; her feud with Li Ye deepened. But Jin Shengli couldn’t sit still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As study committee member, he felt capable, responsible—he aimed to guide Li Ye, who had gone astray, back onto the right path for the class’s collective progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Split apart?” Li Ye laughed, interrupting. “I don’t see any split. Even if there is, what’s it to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How isn’t it your concern? We all came here from all over to study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any learning resource should be shared. We always did that before—but now you, Li Ye... you’re too selfish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye smiled silently. But Li Dayong’s loud voice erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jin Shengli, stop blabbering! When you got those exam papers from No. 1 High, did you share them with us? Did Xia Yue show us the notes she got from Lu Jingyao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shengli’s face turned red; he stammered, unable to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had endured the brutal college entrance exam—they knew how dangerous the narrow bridge was. I can barely keep my footing—how could I possibly practice “resource sharing”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Jin Shengli was at a loss, Li Ye said: “Alright, I’ve handed the problems over to the school. Everyone will get test papers soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shengli beamed. “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye nodded. “Really.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shengli nodded eagerly. “Thank you, Li Ye. You’re truly a good person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Jin Shengli left, Li Dayong impatiently said: “Bro, don’t trust that guy—he’s the most selfish of all...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye smiled. “Do you know what ‘easy to go from frugality to luxury, hard to return from luxury to frugality’ means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dayong stared blankly for a long time, then raised his thumb, imitating a movie lackey: “Bro, brilliant. Truly brilliant.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1648,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c73c3c5a687afd48f67c01837ee3a01fe0edf431668a2d65855286479e02b8b5","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-23","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-21",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]