When they arrived at the school gate, Ye Yuting was so guilty that she refused to go in with Wen Liang. She asked him to walk around first and she sneaked in. Wen Liang had no choice but to find a rental bookstore nearby. He went in and looked through the bookshelves. There were still works by Jin Gu, Wen Liang, Liang Qiong Yao, Yi Shu, Liu Yong, and Yu Qiuyu that he had long been tired of. Just when he was bored, the bookstore owner came over. He was thin, with sparse hair, and soybean-sized eyes under his two drooping eyebrows. He could smell a sleazy smell without saying anything.
"First time here? I've never seen this before."
"Boss, you have good eyesight!" Wen Liang praised.
The boss laughed so hard that his eyes were invisible. He asked eagerly, "What book do you want to read?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Any book is fine, as long as it's one I haven't read. How about you recommend one, boss?"
"Have you looked at everything on the shelf?"
Wen Liang nodded. As one of the few entertainments in that dark period of his life, crazy reading was one of the most effective ways for him to forget reality. The boss looked at the door furtively. It was morning class time, and Wen Liang was the only customer in the store. He squatted down and took out a book about 6 or 7 centimeters thick from the box at the bottom of the bookshelf. He handed it to him like a treasure and said, "This is a good thing. It's for sale only, not for rent. Do you want it?"
Wen Liang didn't even bother taking it with his hands. He just glanced at the cover, and seeing the boss's lewd expression, he immediately understood that this was the legendary artifact that boys must have to stay up late. Most of them were "romance" novels directly translated from the island country or with an island country background. There were about forty articles of varying lengths in one collection. The content inside was very heavy and exciting in the mid-1990s, and its significance was no less than the influence of later love action movies on otaku.
However, he had only heard a little about it from Ren Yi and had never actually seen the real thing. With the lofty ideal of rebirth and making up for any regrets in life, he decided to buy it immediately.
"How much?"
"twenty!"
"It's too expensive, five dollars is ok?"
"Hey boy, I got this with great difficulty. The lowest price is ten dollars. If you don't want it, I can just sell it to someone else. It's not like no one wants it."
Wen Liang dug into his pocket and took out eight dollars and seven cents. He said, "This is all I have..."
The boss said with a bitter face, "Well, we can't let this business go to waste. Eight dollars and seventy is eight dollars and seventy."
Wen Liang took the book and took another fifty cents when he paid, saying, "Boss, please leave me some money to buy steamed buns for lunch."
The boss immediately got angry and said, "You are stupid. You already have this thing, why are you still eating steamed buns? Hurry up and lie down in bed at noon to watch it. It will be much more enjoyable than eating steamed buns."
Wen Liang curled his lips in disdain. For someone who had seen countless Ivys and had no censorship in his mind, if he wanted to get pleasure from simple text descriptions, unless it was a masterpiece like Bai Jie's Wife's Desire by Chen Pipi, otherwise, it would be as difficult as masturbating to the Undead in World of Warcraft until bleeding.
Perhaps because his self-esteem was hurt by Wen Liang's disdain, the boss simply refused to take even two cents and said, "I'll be a good person to the end. I'll only charge you eight dollars if I suffer a little loss. When you finish reading this book, remember to come back and I'll get you something more powerful."
Wen Liang just walked out of the bookstore with the book under his arm, and the bell for the end of get out of class rang in his ears, so he staggered back to school. He met many people along the way, and he realized that there was still a lot of room for improvement in his psychological quality. The book in his hand seemed like a piece of red-hot iron plate, and his palms were slightly sweaty from the heat.
I am indeed a serious person. I occasionally do some improper things and I still feel ashamed. Compared with Ren Yizi and those shameless people, I am as pure as an angel!
Ren Yi, who was concentrating on doing homework in the ninth class, suddenly sneezed, spraying his snot directly onto the back of the student in front of him. He quietly wiped it with toilet paper, then scratched his head and said to himself, "Who is scolding me? Damn, could it be that shameless guy, Brother Wen, again?"
Liu Zhihe had just opened a new betting yesterday, betting on the candidate for the new student union president. He was squatting in the toilet with Zhang Song and others to study the odds of the candidates, when he suddenly slipped. If Jiang Tao hadn't pulled him in time, half of his leg would have fallen into the pit.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Liu Zhihe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Falling down is not a big deal, but falling down in the toilet is really embarrassing. He said, "It's really damn unlucky. No, I have to call Boss Wen tonight and meet him. I want to borrow his evil spirit to ward off evil."
This is what we call a bad friend!
Wen Liang stuffed the books into the drawer and breathed a sigh of relief after returning to Class 6. Huang Gang was not from Class 3 and had not yet adapted to Wen Liang's elusive lifestyle on campus. He asked with wide eyes, "Idol, I admire you so much. It's only been a week since school started and you've been late, left early, asked for leave, and skipped classes. You've done everything that violates the rules. Doesn't Lao Liu care?"
Wen Liang had no idea what Liu Qing was thinking, but he approved every leave request very quickly. While signing, he would ask with concern whether one day was enough, and if not, it would be ok to ask for two more days. It was completely different from the difficulty of getting leave approved by Ye Yuting in the past.
Wen Liang smiled and said, "I have no choice. You must not follow my example. By the way, the dormitories have been divided, right? Do you want to sleep on the upper or lower bunk?"
"I was assigned to 407, which was originally the lower bunk, but Yang Hong was afraid of heights and was afraid she would fall in the middle of the night if she slept on the upper bunk, so I switched with her."
"Yang Hong?"
Wen Liang felt that the name sounded familiar. Huang Gang pointed to a girl on the right side of the third row and said, "Look, that's her. She's a very nice person. We get along well."
Seeing the girl's appearance, especially the eye-catching freckles on her face, some less important memories came back to his mind. Wen Liang smiled and said, "It's her. You are amazing. You have made a new friend just a few days after school started."
"That's right, I'm not as unpopular as you!"
Huang Gang shook her head proudly. She knew Wen Liang would not take it seriously, so she deliberately made fun of him. When Wen Liang mentioned this, he was speechless and said, "I am just wondering, I don't seem to have offended my classmates since I came to Class 6, why do they still look at me like a class enemy?"
"Haha, it's not that bad actually. Let me tell you a secret. There are three girls in our class who have a crush on you."
Wen Liang was surprised and said, "So few? I thought there were at least a dozen..."
Huang Gang almost laughed himself into injury, and said, "So conceited! Do you want to know which three they are?"
Wen Liang shook his head and sighed, "Even though the love is deep, the fate is shallow. Tell them for me not to waste their best years for a playboy like me. It's not worth it!"
Huang Gang's eyes were filled with laughter, and he agreed very well: "In that case, do you have any parting words?"
After Wen Liang thought deeply, he said righteously: "Study hard, make progress every day, let's encourage each other!"
Huang Gang could no longer hold back and burst into laughter with Wen Liang. The people around were extremely surprised and looked at Wen Liang and Huang Gang as if they were monsters with three eyes and two tails.
Many years later, looking back at my past self, do my youth and ideals seem strange and monstrous? And looking at myself now, do my hard struggles and confused struggles seem out of place and monstrous
We are all monsters. The only difference is that some of us have learned the skills of camouflage, allowing ourselves to finally blend into the crowd, while some have always insisted on our inherent appearance and slowly become lonely wanderers!
The second period was Liu Qing's math class, which lasted 45 minutes without any boring moments. He could talk about the knowledge point of "characteristics of elements in a set" fluently for 10 minutes without commas. Wen Liang didn't know what the other audience members were like. Given his personality, if he hadn't considered that school is a sacred place for teaching and educating people, he would have stuffed a handful of chalk into his mouth.
After enduring for a while, Wen Liang couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing Huang Gang listening attentively, he took out the book he had just bought from the drawer and started reading it sideways. As the saying goes, meeting is not as good as hearing about someone. After listening to Ren Yi's vivid bragging, Wen Liang was greatly disappointed. This kind of street literature doesn't require good writing skills. After all, great people like Liuyu Fengmomohou only appear once every hundred years. But apart from the writing skills, the plot is too weak. The only thing about the ambiguity is pouring wine on clothes, the peeping only makes him fall in the bath, and the sex scene only makes him have sex. There is really nothing to recommend.
Whenever he had nothing to do, when he saw something boring, Wen Liang would just pick up a pen to circle and make changes, or write comments on the page header. He quite enjoyed it, and it was much more fun than those nonsensical and awkward plots in the book that were still in the early stages of "romance writing".
"Wen Liang, come to the office!"
Hearing Liu Qing's voice, Wen Liang looked up in surprise, only to find that the class had ended without him noticing. No wonder the saints said that time flies by, and the days of pursuit pass by quickly. He hurriedly stuffed the book into the drawer, stood up and followed Liu Qing to the office on the other side of the corridor.
Huang Gang sat upright, looking straight ahead. When Wen Liang passed by, he secretly turned his head to look at his back. Then his black eyes rolled around and he shifted his gaze to the table next to him, lost in thought.
"What are you looking at behind my back in class? You're so serious and you keep smiling..."
Huang Gang didn't pay attention to it at first, but when she saw Wen Liang leaning to the side, facing the wall, as if deliberately blocking her sight, her curiosity could not be suppressed. She hesitated for a while, but couldn't resist the urge to find out what was going on. She giggled and reached into Wen Liang's drawer, chanting quickly, "Amitabha, stealing books is not stealing, but how can a scholar's work be called stealing?"
Wen Liang didn't know that he had fallen into a dangerous situation where his positive image was about to collapse. When he sat down in the office, Liu Qing poured him a glass of water and said with a smile: "I talked to a few classmates recently, and everyone responded well to you. You are a very competent monitor. You should keep up the good work in the future."
No matter what Liu Qing's intention was, everyone carried the sedan chair, and Wen Liang said modestly: "It's all because of Teacher Liu's good leadership. I'm just a brick of the revolution. I'll move wherever you need me!"
"Good!" Liu Qing even gave a thumbs up and said, "If everyone had your awareness, would we still be afraid that Class Six wouldn't be able to do well? Wen Liang, I recommended you to run for the president of the school student union. It seems that I made the right recommendation!"
Wen Liang was slightly stunned. Looking at Liu Qing's smiling face, he really wanted to grab his collar and ask: What do you like about me? Can't I change? (To be continued)