[{"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-226":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},2294644,4489,"Chapter 226: Dimensional Supremacy","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-226",226,"\u003Cp>The election for vice president of the Lone Army Literature Society was far more grand than Li Ye had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the election wasn’t held in a classroom but in the auditorium; not only did the Student Union and the Youth League Committee send representatives, but the school also dispatched a senior administrative official to oversee the event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more students came to show support—before the event even started, the three-hundred-seat auditorium was packed, and those who arrived late had to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This level of pomp and circumstance was nothing like the treatment a student organization normally received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Huai waited by the door, constantly checking his watch and pacing in circles, until he finally saw Li Ye riding his bicycle, slowly carrying Wen Leyu toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m the little brother here—how can you be so calm? Everyone’s here and you’re the last one! Are you trying to make a grand entrance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why rush? I’m the last speaker anyway—let others go first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be careless,” Li Huai pulled Li Ye aside, worried: “This morning, the comic rights for ‘Wangxiang Gujun’ were finally confirmed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All the conditions you requested were met, and the rights transfer fee was raised another twenty percent—Du Yuan’s chances have increased significantly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh~ That’s great news!” Li Ye smiled. “Brother Li, you’ve added another shiny line to your resume. When you make it big, don’t forget the poor little brother back here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get off it, stop being unserious,” Li Huai scolded with a laugh. “When you go up on stage, be serious and composed—don’t let them treat you like a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, where’s your speech draft? Let me see it—I’m terrified you’ll say something shocking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye frowned. “I don’t have a draft. I’ll just introduce myself up there and see who votes for me—that’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Huai stared at Li Ye, nearly spitting in his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t even prepare a speech draft? Fine, I’ll get Yang Yumin to write one for you right away—find a quiet spot and memorize it fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no,” Li Ye quickly grabbed Li Huai’s arm. “I was just kidding—I memorized it last night. It’s all in my head. No problem at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright! If I’d known you’d take over our roles, Yang Yumin and I would’ve locked you in long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But now, even though we both recommended you, you still have to go through the motions. Still, everyone knows your situation—you’ve got a strong chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Huai eyed Li Ye skeptically, but had no other choice—he pulled him inside quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu had already entered and was seated in the spot Sun Xianjin had saved for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a candidate, Li Ye needed to sit alone in a separate row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since everyone else had arrived, one seat in that row remained empty—and when Li Ye sat down, it drew many eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people on stage looked displeased, except one person who smiled knowingly at Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That person was Dong Yuejin, the chief editor of the newly popular mainland magazine “Xinfeng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinfeng” had always maintained excellent relations with the Lone Army Literature Society; it was he who, against strong opposition, serialized “Wangxiang Gujun” in the magazine and fully supported its republication in Hong Kong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He happened to be in Beijing on official business, and as a member of the Writers Association and a seasoned insider, he was naturally invited to sit on stage as an honored guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for how this related to Li Ye—outsiders had no way of knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey hey, time’s up, everyone quiet—our election is about to begin. Let me introduce today’s leaders and guests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today we are honored to have with us the renowned Chinese writer and chief editor of ‘Xinfeng,’ Comrade Dong Yuejin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade Dong has consistently supported our literary endeavors, promoting ‘Wangxiang Gujun’ overseas and helping more people understand the indomitable spirit of the Huazhong people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has also pushed forward the comic adaptation of ‘Wangxiang Gujun,’ securing us three thousand U.S. dollars in foreign exchange—please give him a round of applause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap clap clap clap~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone clapped enthusiastically; Du Yuan, seated beside Li Ye, was especially excited, clapping while glancing over at Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was puzzled—did this guy think this was his achievement?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After introducing the stage guests, it was time for the campaign speeches—a novel format, since most people had only ever voted directly without ever witnessing such “self-promotion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello everyone, I’m XXX, 25 years old, joined the Youth League in 1977. I’ve been in the Lone Army Literature Society for two years, and I have a few ideas for its future development.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello everyone, I’m XXX, 23 years old, a probationary Party member.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several candidates’ speeches were nearly identical: they introduced their identities and experience, declared their determination, outlined their future plans—all earnest, enthusiastic, and uplifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to Du Yuan, things got interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello everyone, I’m Du Yuan. I’ve loved literature since childhood and began submitting work in middle school. When I first saw my words published in a newspaper, I deeply felt the power of writing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, I joined the Lone Army Literature Society and gained an even deeper understanding of that power. I am willing to devote all my spare time to promoting the great history and indomitable spirit of our nation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To that end, I reject all entertainment, refuse all pleasures, and will not pursue romantic relationships.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience laughed—even Li Ye was both astonished and impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What a ruthless guy! He’s willing to give up years of romantic choice—is being a monk really that appealing?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye slowly shook his head—he thought it wasn’t worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss this opportunity, and you’ll never get another one—once you graduate and enter society, pure love will be out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a girl is understanding, she’ll still ask, “Where do you work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you say you’re a sanitation worker in charge of street cleaning, do you really expect her to look at you with tender affection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 1983, sanitation workers weren’t nearly as respected as they’d become later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Du Yuan stepped down, it was Li Ye’s turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye took the microphone and smiled calmly. “Hello everyone, I’m Li Ye, twenty-one years old. I only joined the Youth League last year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many in the audience fell silent—Li Huai, Yang Yumin, among others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even little brother Sun Xianjin was frantically mouthing words to Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too young, too little experience—why announce your weakest points right away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two people smiled, as if waiting for a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was Wen Leyu; the other was Li Ye’s homeroom teacher, Mu Yunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My writing experience is short—less than two years. My exposure to historical topics is even briefer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At first, I feared that if I wrote down my true thoughts, others would accuse me of promoting the decadence of the old society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I felt trapped—why was the glorious history created by our ancestors labeled as decadence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why couldn’t a civilization that had endured for five thousand years without interruption earn the world’s respect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Until one day, I met a very open-minded editor. We talked for three days straight, pouring out our shared love and pride for this land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only then did I realize—there are many, many others who feel the same way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I began writing accessible historical works—I want to spread the splendor of Huaxia to every corner of the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to proclaim this nation’s indomitability, pride, and dignity to everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye spoke at length, his thoughts soaring freely—every word conveyed the depth and grandeur of a great nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience sat stunned; many felt as if lost in a fog, thinking—this kid’s got a mouth on him, talking like he owns the place!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the stunned expressions below, Li Ye decided to stop holding back—he’d unleash his ultimate move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way, my name is Li Ye—but I also have a pen name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My pen name is—Qichun Dao Feng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1331,"2026-06-20T05:05:01.382Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","541d5719c45c0da0c3fa17fd4517e4293e49320f954fb0dbab6c37a7dcfa9035","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-227","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-225",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]