[{"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-256":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},2294674,4489,"Chapter 256: You Will Sit in the Front Three Rows","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-256",256,"\u003Cp>\"The Return of the Prodigal Son\" received great support and attention from the school, but just before the performance, the list of personnel going to the Great Hall changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actors, including Sun Xianjin, remained unchanged, but the originally scheduled accompanying personnel were replaced—superiors designated that the Lone Army Literature Society send three relevant personnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What does 'relevant personnel' mean? On what criteria is this decided? Sun Xianjin and Bian Jingjing are going—who else?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Yuan, an active member of the literature society, immediately became enthusiastic, asking around with great eagerness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Yuan could roughly guess what was going on, but the temptation to appear at the Great Hall was too great; asking wouldn’t hurt, and not asking made him feel as if he’d lost his wallet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if judged solely by seniority, he Du Yuan was definitely among the top three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But some people were far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, tenure—he Li Ye had been in the society for less than a year!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yang Yumin, who was deep in thought writing \"Looking Homeward from the Lone Army,\" slammed his pen down on the desk with a sharp \"thwack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Comrade Du Yuan, then who do you think our literature society should send?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Yuan blinked, then laughed: \"I’m just discussing with everyone! Who doesn’t want to go to the Great Hall and broaden their horizons?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yumin glanced at Du Yuan and snorted: \"The reason our society is sending three people to the Great Hall is because the authorities know the true background of 'The Return of the Prodigal Son'—we must be ready to respond,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don’t think you know how Qiang from Hong Kong came to Jingda, do you? Do you think Li Ye shouldn’t go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Ye... of course he should go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then who among me and Li Huai shouldn’t go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course you both should go—you’re the lead writer of 'Looking Homeward from the Lone Army,' and Li Huai is the head. If you two don’t go, it’d be a joke. We fully support it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Yuan smiled and nodded vigorously in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yumin picked up his fountain pen again and said calmly: \"Yesterday I just received word—the royalties from the comic adaptation of 'Looking Homeward from the Lone Army' have been credited. Not much—two thousand eight hundred U.S. dollars. Of course, that’s for one month.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh wow, nearly three thousand U.S. dollars—and that’s just one month? That’s way too much!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My god, three thousand U.S. dollars can buy so much—can our society apply for a TV now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Definitely. And it has to be color.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A TV? If we save up for a few months, that’s enough for a foreign student’s tuition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You say that, and I’m tempted!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Yang Yumin spoke, everyone present was thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Du Yuan’s heart sank—he silently cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, Yang Yumin looked at Du Yuan with deep meaning: \"Du Yuan, if we’d sold the adaptation rights for 'Looking Homeward from the Lone Army' to the Japanese back then, would we have this result now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Du Yuan had contacted Nakamura Naoto and nearly sold the adaptation rights for just over two thousand U.S. dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that deal had gone through, where would we be now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Li Ye interfered, ruined Du Yuan’s plan, and shattered his bid for leadership of the literature society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though everyone since then has stayed silent to preserve unity, the incident remains a thorn in Du Yuan’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, Du Yuan even secretly hoped the comic adaptation would fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the U.S. dollar royalties have arrived, and one month’s payout exceeds the total price he once negotiated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, if Li Ye hadn’t stolen the adaptation rights, would Qiang from Hong Kong have made his thousand-mile journey north? Would \"The Return of the Prodigal Son\" have ever reached the Great Hall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Yuan suddenly felt his future would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yumin smiled—he too thought Du Yuan’s future would be hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Ye takes over the Lone Army Literature Society, hehehe, do you think he’s a gentle soul?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Huai and Yang Yumin are gone, who’ll be left to smooth things over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye did make it to the Great Hall, but he had no seat—he squeezed in with the Jingda Art Troupe backstage, waiting for the possible \"background inquiry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Jingda wasn’t the only school performing, and the entire hall was bustling with people—Li Huai and the others couldn’t even find a place to sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the audience hadn’t arrived yet, Li Ye pulled Li Huai and Yang Yumin aside and peered through a gap in the curtain into the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he couldn’t help saying: \"Hey, Lao Li, Lao Yang—when will we ever get seats in the front three rows at a place like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfft~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both laughed. Li Huai was about to tease Li Ye when someone behind them said: \"No wonder you’re called Li Ye—your ambition’s huge! Front three rows? You’re lucky if you ever get an invitation to sit in the back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye and the others turned around and saw a well-dressed classmate approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Lao Wang, haven’t you heard Napoleon’s famous quote? Why can’t we guys make it to the front three rows?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every French soldier carries a marshal’s baton in his knapsack? Right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiang spoke fluent foreign languages, but Li Huai and Yang Yumin didn’t care a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t throw foreign phrases at us—or I’ll throw classical Chinese at you and leave you scratching your head trying to guess a single bean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s this, Boss Wang? Giving our literature society some instructions? Then you’d better first understand the difference between life goals and ambition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve studied this a bit—life goals are step-by-step and realistic; ambition exceeds one’s ability, so—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye watched Wang Qiang bickering with his two seniors and felt deeply moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was Wang Qiang, a 1980 entrant in Jingda’s Spanish department, current head of the Jingda Art Troupe and radio station, one of Jingda’s most prominent figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, he’d even be listed on Baidu as a notable person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yang Yumin and Li Huai were also 1980 entrants—they could match Wang Qiang word for word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, I can’t out-debate you two. But we must mind our surroundings—do you know where we are? Young man, don’t you agree?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiang, unable to best Yang Yumin and Li Huai, resorted to reason, then asked Li Ye one last question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he was right—in 1983, the Great Hall was still solemn and sacred, unlike later when concerts were held there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye nodded and said to Wang Qiang: \"Uncle, you’re very reasonable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha, Li Ye, what are you calling him? He’s just a student—calling him brother is generous enough, calling him uncle?\" Li Huai laughed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm, this young man’s good—I like him,\" Wang Qiang said smugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye: \".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the 1980s, people didn’t catch the implication of that remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Li Ye quickly said: \"Actually, I’ve heard of a Brother Yu Minhong from your Spanish department—do you know him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stared, then seemed to sense something odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yumin chuckled—he knew Li Ye wasn’t the type to take a loss. Call him uncle? You’d actually accept it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiang stayed silent, but Yang Yumin teased: \"Yu Minhong is in Wang Qiang’s class, but they’re both born in 1962—why call one brother and the other uncle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye replied earnestly: \"Because I think Brother Yu looks younger, while Boss Wang... looks more mature. I’ll just call you Boss Wang from now on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re saying he looks old! And mature, no less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Minhong’s appearance was unknown to Yang Yumin and Li Huai, but Wang Qiang was a publicly recognized female idol—how dare you say he looks old?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, fine—you Li Ye are so handsome you’ve got no friends, alright?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That brother Yu you mentioned is over there—I’ll call him over to chat with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiang sighed, defeated. The Lone Army Literature Society was full of oddballs—he couldn’t take them on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arguing with Li Ye would make him look petty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Huai punched Li Ye lightly and said: \"Don’t worry, brother. Wang Qiang seems arrogant, but he’s broad-minded. You can call him whatever you like—he’s the one acting like a big shot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yumin added: \"Li Ye, you should call him Brother Wang—he’s still in his twenties, a young man. Calling him uncle might ruin his chances at finding a partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way, how do you know Yu Minhong? Did you hear about his love letters?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I met him because I was struggling to learn English.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiang’s fame was largely tied to Yu Minhong, who was even more famous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside whether Yu Minhong’s training school was right or wrong, he was unquestionably the grassroots success king of that 1980s generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life story could fill a full-length inspirational novella—more extraordinary than later figures like Dong Ge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born into poverty, when he arrived at Jingda, people couldn’t understand his accent and thought he was speaking Japanese.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the twenty-odd girls in his class, he allegedly wrote love letters to all of them—and all rejected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the plainest girl turned him down, he burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Yu Minhong married the class beauty from the German major in the same Spanish department, and stayed devoted to her for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during his hardest times, she stood by him—though sharp-tongued, she was truly a good woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, out of fifty classmates, forty-nine went abroad—he was the universally acknowledged \"loser.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for later events—being kidnapped twice, nearly dying—those stories are too wild, and hearing them might make you dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you the student Li Ye? Hello, hello.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye stared at the tall, slender, gentle-looking Yu Minhong, and took a long time to confirm he hadn’t mistaken the person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh yes, yes—I heard you wrote hundreds of poems, so I knew your name. Never thought I’d meet you in person here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Li Ye finished speaking, Yu Minhong’s eyes lit up, and faint tears shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t write poetry anymore—but thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Minhong gripped Li Ye’s hand and shook it vigorously, expressing his sincere emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be said that poets from the 80s and 90s were truly adored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without any real talent, just saying you “wrote poetry” instantly earned you higher regard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Gao MouSong “accidentally” wandered into Xiamen University’s female dormitory; the girls were about to call the police when he said, “I’m a poet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, they treated him to a carefully prepared meal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did Old Yu stop writing poetry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye immediately activated his biological hard drive to search his mental records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally found the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Yu had hoped to debut as a poet and win the attention of the girl he loved, but exhausted by the effort, he contracted tuberculosis in his third year and took a year off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third year— isn’t Old Yu in his third year right now? Tuberculosis is airborne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was startled and activated the Turtle Breathing Technique, glancing nervously at Old Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Yu, emotionally stirred, felt an itch in his throat: “Cough cough cough cough cough~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye: «.»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone line up! Quickly, over here—HuaiSheng, YuMin, you three stand in the second row.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Wang sprinted over, sternly instructing everyone to form ranks and rescuing Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li HuaiSheng asked: “What’s going on? Why are you so tense, Old Wang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Wang, helping the instructor organize the lineup, replied: “Senior officials from the ministry are coming soon to visit us—no one should speak out of turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye, pay attention! You can joke with me all you want, but if you say the wrong thing later, think about how big the consequences will be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Ye’s casual attitude, Wang Qiang anxiously said: “Li Ye, why aren’t you nervous? Senior ministry leaders are coming to inspect soon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Li Ye blinked: “Do I need to be nervous? Should I pretend to be nervous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean ‘pretend’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiang clamped his hand over Li Ye’s mouth, glanced left and right, confirmed no other schools were watching, then whispered a stern warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This guy just got promoted from a ceremonial post—he’s now serious about real work, and he’s ruthless. Don’t you dare get yourself killed and drag us down with you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmmmm, virtue, virtue, I’m trying to speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye, with his mouth covered, could only mumble in a muffled tone: “I’m terrified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through Wang Qiang’s arm, he had already spotted a familiar custom-made Fenghua suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Fenghua suit was personally designed by Li Ye, with every detail—from color selection to style—exuding quiet sophistication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, it matched the modest, elegant aesthetic, but among the crowd, it unmistakably declared: “This is the protagonist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye silently wondered: Is Comrade Ke Zhiyu really that strict?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t notice anything—just a few days ago, she even served me food!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wen Leyu called Li Ye home for dinner, she didn’t explain anything, and Li Ye didn’t ask; at dinner, he didn’t sense any difference from Teacher Ke, though Wen Qingsheng seemed unusually subdued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turns out, Teacher Ke had been promoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, someone calculated that under China’s system, the fastest possible rise without skipping steps—fully exploiting advantages—takes eighteen years to reach vice-ministerial rank, but anyone who achieves that speed is no ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Qingsheng was fine, but he was delayed even longer than Teacher Ke, and then, by a twist of fate, things went sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience wasn’t just students—there were many staff and teachers too—so Teacher Ke didn’t immediately come over to Li Ye’s group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But during that one-minute window, Li Ye observed Teacher Ke and truly sensed the aura of someone in power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke’s face still wore her familiar smile, but her eyes were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, when facing Li Ye, her gaze was always gentle; even when she occasionally assumed parental authority, it was more scolding than intimidating, never making Li Ye feel the slightest distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, though, Teacher Ke hadn’t even reached them yet—Li Ye could hear everyone around him breathing as if they were on a small train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Teacher Ke led the group forward, all the breathing around them vanished—everyone was holding their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are students from Wudaokou, these are Peking University students, these are Second D University students.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staff members cheerfully introduced the performing students to Teacher Ke, naturally starting with Tsinghua, Peking University, and Renmin University, then moving on to the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 1980s, Tsinghua and Peking University weren’t as dominant as they are today; their reputations were nearly equal, and even Beijing’s Majia gou Vocational College could hold its own—so which school Teacher Ke visited first was seen as a mark of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Teacher Ke came to Peking University first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teachers in the front row were ecstatic—they’d finally, finally gotten the upper hand over Wudaokou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke smiled and nodded to several teachers, then said: “Your performance was excellent, deeply meaningful—I heard it’s based on a true story?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes! We did host an overseas compatriot; our exchange was profoundly beneficial, and we’ll strengthen such efforts going forward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 1980s, China actively pursued cultural exchanges abroad—Zhang Mingmin’s “My Chinese Heart” and the 1986 Asian College Debating Championship were pioneering efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening to Peking University’s teacher for half a minute, Teacher Ke asked: “What about the students who love literature? I’ve just been reading ‘The Lone Garrison of Wangxiang’—I’m eagerly awaiting a meaningful ending.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye and his two companions were immediately moved from the second group to the front row, receiving two compliments from Teacher Ke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye found her praise lukewarm, but when he glanced at Li HuaiSheng and Yang YuMin, he saw their faces had turned as red as Guan Gong’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Are you two excited—or are you trying to suffocate yourself?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone else around thought: These three guys are unbelievably lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why is Li Ye so calm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, look—he didn’t even bow when shaking hands with the big boss! Is he a spear? So damn impressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Peking University people, but even those from Wudaokou and Second D University noticed the overly proud Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, because Li Ye is a “cheat,” his starting point in life already surpasses many others, so when facing an opportunity, he’s calmer than anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, kids like Old Yu and Dong Ge, who grew up poor, truly had an impossibly hard road to success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside those who remained hidden in the shadows of history, even in the internet industry, which in later generations was relatively easier to break into, how many of those big names came from poor backgrounds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Jun was fifteen in 1984 and already wore Adidas; Li Yanhong was sixteen in 1984 and won a national computer competition; Hong Qiang was thirteen in 1983 and had already touched a computer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how could an ordinary person not be overwhelmed by such an opportunity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Li Ye’s demeanor was extremely inappropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ke offered encouragement to students from several other schools, then turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time she spent with the other schools combined was less than what she spent with Peking University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after Teacher Ke left, the Peking University teachers merely shot Li Ye a few glares—they didn’t scold him on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they knew exactly how today’s honor had been earned—much of it came from the Lone Garrison Literary Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li HuaiSheng muttered: “Li Ye, being too arrogant isn’t good—it’ll cost you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li HuaiSheng genuinely treated Li Ye like a younger brother, so he spoke frankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye felt embarrassed—he had already bowed, but as soon as he did, Teacher Ke tightened her grip slightly and gave him a faint smile that stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Teacher Ke disliked a bowing Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before Peking University’s holiday break, Sun Xianjin finally appeared on television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourteen-minute documentary “The Return of the Exile” was broadcast uncut to hundreds of millions of Chinese viewers, and photos of Li HuaiSheng, Yang YuMin, and Li Ye were published in newspapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, due to their positioning, only Li HuaiSheng’s face was clearly visible; the other two appeared only in profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Li HuaiSheng boast for days, while Li Ye and Yang YuMin teased him relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop showing off—you’ll get shoved to the side next time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, next time we’ll sandwich you in the middle so you don’t even get a silhouette!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha~ Yang, you’re already dreaming about next time—so greedy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laughing for a long while, Li HuaiSheng finally turned to Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, you’re different—I’m sure you’ll one day sit in the front row.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s double update makes me a little ashamed—Old Feng hides his face and walks away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3144,"2026-06-20T05:05:01.382Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","57315eea792c78fdb19f1dca4ac1fa2f73bd8b26243ea36e873767e2d665b855","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-257","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-255",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]