Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 8: Even after rebirth, I still can’t become a literary giant
"Bai Yang! You were so handsome just now!"

Walking out of the office, Xiao Zhenzhen couldn't help but jump for joy.

"Chen Youde is too arrogant. He didn't feel like he had learned a lesson last night, and he actually dared to take action."

She struck a pose: “One punch and he fell down, hahahaha.”

Bai Yang glanced at her and said, "Thank you for what I did just now."

"It was all because of me." Xiao Zhenzhen held Bai Yang's arm, intentionally or unintentionally: "Luckily you helped me out, otherwise I wouldn't know how to answer those teachers' questions. It would be terrible if they knew I was in a relationship. Bai Yang, you should be calm."

"Don't worry, Chen Youde doesn't dare to tell you about what happened between us. Even if he did, no one would believe him."

Bai Yang took a step to the side and made some distance between himself and Xiao Zhenzhen, "I'm going to the classroom to study first."

"Okay." Xiao Zhenzhen bit her lip: "Are we going to the track and field stadium tonight?"

"No."

Bai Yang walked away without looking back.

For some reason, Xiao Zhenzhen always felt that Bai Yang's attitude towards her was colder than before.

"It must be an illusion."

She patted her cheeks and cheered up again: "This is amazing. Why didn't I notice it before?"

"Chen Youde's matter is almost over."

Bai Yang silently reviewed what happened in the office just now: "He definitely hates me in his heart, but I'm afraid he no longer has the courage to cause trouble to me again."

People like these who only have their brains filled with muscles will never be defeated. Influenced by Hong Kong movies, they always think that they have nothing to lose in their narrow world. If they are pushed to the limit, they might even resort to knife tactics.

Only when he deeply realizes how terrible the consequences of provoking himself are, and experiences all-round frustration and humiliation, will he be afraid. When he has such thoughts again, he will instinctively consider whether he has the courage to bear such consequences again.

"As for Xiao Zhenzhen——"

Bai Yang frowned slightly: "Stay away from her in the future."

He did have a crush on Xiao Zhenzhen in his previous life, but in this new life, he just couldn't like Xiao Zhenzhen at all.

Her attitude towards herself in her previous life was actually no different from her attitude towards Chen Youde just now. She just looked down on him and threw him away.

I can't say I'm selfish, but I definitely don't have any empathy at all.

"And the last words from the homeroom teacher——"

Bai Yang sighed: "It seems that I have guessed something."

In my previous life, I didn’t know much about Ye Guodong. I only knew that he was a very strict teacher who put grades above all else. But today, it seems that the old ones are still the most experienced.

He did not expose me but continued to stand on my side, probably because he saw me as a talent worth cultivating, so he had the tolerance to do so.

"It's a pity that he will be disappointed in the end."

Bai Yang does not intend to take the path that Ye Guodong expects. Although the final result will be beyond Ye Guodong's expectations, Ye Guodong may not be willing to accept the process.

Back in the classroom, Zhong Xilu was reading an old online novel with great interest. When he saw Bai Yang sitting over, he raised his head:
"You're so late? I'm the class monitor. If you don't bribe me properly, I'll deduct your usual marks."

Bai Yang laughed: "I wonder what kind of bribe the monitor wants?"

Zhong Xilu's nose wrinkled: "How can you ask directly about this kind of thing?"

"That's right." Bai Yang enjoyed playing this kind of joke with her: "Then I'll have to rack my brains to think about it carefully."

"That's great." Zhong Xilu raised the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, the teacher hasn't come yet, so I'll just assume you're not late today."

"I'll be counting on you from now on, class monitor!"

Bai Yang put his hands together and bowed solemnly.

"You are praying to Buddha!" ​​Zhong Xilu scolded with a smile, and gently patted Bai Yang's hand: "Do you want to light three more incense sticks?"

"This is not easy to buy. I will make up for it next time."

The class was boring, but Bai Yang devoted himself to studying for the entire morning and his progress was impressive.

As soon as the noon bell rang, Li Yang came over.

"Let's go to the Internet cafe."

Zhong Xilu raised his head: "Internet cafe?"

Li Yang's face flushed immediately: "I was just talking nonsense."

"I want to go!" Zhong Xilu looked at Bai Yang.

"I don't want to." Bai Yang spread his hands: "I have something else to do at noon."

"How boring." Zhong Xilu raised his chin, "Xiaobai, I really don't like your performance."

"Definitely next time."

Bai Yang stood up quickly, took Li Yang in his arms and walked out of the classroom.

"Holy shit, shit, shit!"

Only after leaving the teaching building did Li Yang regain his composure and pinch Bai Yang's neck: "How come you and Zhong Xilu are so familiar with each other?"

"It's only been a day! She actually wants to go to the Internet cafe with you?"

"If we continue to be together for a while, I can't even imagine what she's going to do with you!"

Bai Yang slapped his hand away, "Then don't even think about it."

"We just happen to have similar personalities." Indeed, Bai Yang and Zhong Xilu felt very comfortable getting along with each other.

Compared to her other companions who were still young and immature, Zhong Xilu was not pretentious or hypocritical, and she could talk about anything and any topic. Even when Bai Yang, a middle-aged soul who had returned from the mainstream, talked to her, she did not feel the fatigue of being backward-compatible.

"How did you manage to get along so well with someone who looks like Zhong Xilu?"

Li Yang wailed, "When she looked at me, I couldn't say a word."

"Is there a possibility?" Bai Yang paused: "Because I don't look bad?"

"Fuck off!"

Li Yang rolled his eyes: "I admit that in our class, you are pretty good, but the opponent is Zhong Xilu, I can only say that you are still far behind."

"It would be better if it was Daniel Wu."

He quickly ended the topic that made him jealous: "You really don't want to go to the Internet cafe? My level will be far ahead."

"I have to go to the bookstore."

"You are indeed a good student. I have never seen what a bookstore looks like."

"A good student?" Bai Yang smiled bitterly.

If there is another test, I really cannot score better than Li Yang in front of me, even if he ranks last in the class.

The first time out of school after rebirth.

Outside is an old street with a small supermarket, a milk tea shop, a snack bar, and a billiard hall. In Bai Yang's eyes, each store has a strong sense of the times.

This street had been rebuilt in the previous life, and the school gate was opened in another direction. When I revisited the old place, I could no longer see its original appearance.

Two students secretly hid in the alley nearby, with a red light flickering between their fingers, their faces blocked by smoke, and their whole posture was timid.

It is a "serious crime" for students to smoke in school.

Bai Yang's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that after traveling through time for so long, he had not had the slightest desire to smoke.

In my previous life, I was a heavy smoker, two packs a day.

"fair enough."

He chuckled: "Health is important. I can't go back to the sub-healthy state I was in in my previous life."

There were a lot of people crowding in front of the bookstore. Bai Yang could see rows of best-selling books on the bookshelves. Jiang Nan's "Dragon Tribe II: Eyes of the Mourner" and Guo Jingming's "Critical Point: Jue Ji" were being snapped up.

Bai Yang passed by these best-selling books and went to the deserted shelf of reference books, where he picked out a junior high school edition of a math tutorial book.

14 yuan.

This book is a bit hot.

"Poor people don't even have the qualifications to study."

Bai Yang sighed, turned to the stationery section, bought a roll of sketch paper, and picked out two HB, 2B and 8B pencils each.

Savings are at risk.

"At this stage, I have very few ways to make money. Even if I want to start a small business, I don't have the capital."

Moreover, high school students at that time did not have weekends off. They only had Saturday afternoon off every week and had to come back to attend evening self-study on Sunday. Bai Yang did not have that time.

"It seems I have to go back to my old job. Writing is probably the cheapest and most suitable job for the current situation."

Of course, at this point in time in 2011, there was almost no hope for plagiarism. This was not some seemingly plausible parallel world, and even if it were, Bai Yang could not remember so many classic works.

Even if I were reborn, I would never be able to become a great writer.

It is possible to write online articles, but the free period is too long and it takes too long to write. Bai Yang cannot go to the Internet cafe to write every day. His wallet cannot afford it either.

When I have more time and my financial situation is better, I can make my first pot of gold from online writing.

"For now, I can only submit my work."

For physical magazines, you will get royalties if your article is accepted. Although it is not much, it is enough to meet the daily needs of a high school student. Most importantly, there is no need for long articles.

Bai Yang had been engaged in writing work in his previous life. Although he was not a great writer, many of his manuscripts had been included in magazines. He was quite familiar with this line of work. After his rebirth, it was more than enough for him to get his manuscripts approved with a few articles he had written in his previous life.

Copying yourself does not count as plagiarism.

"When I have time, I'll go to the Internet cafe and type out the manuscript."

After quickly eating a bowl of rice noodles at the school gate, Bai Yang returned to school with the painting materials he had just bought. After wandering around for a long time, he finally found the Cultural Building.

As a comprehensive public high school, Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School naturally has students with special talents, but the school does not pay much attention to this aspect. The cultural building is just a short three-story building, and there is no one on duty at the entrance.

After a lot of effort, Bai Yang finally found the school's art studio at the end of the second floor. The door of the studio had been in disrepair for many years, and it made a harsh creaking sound when it was pushed open. The inside was quite bright, about half the size of a classroom. Except for the side with the window, the other walls were covered with exercises.

White plaster statues are piled up in the corners, including the most typical David, Caracalla, Abra, and even the more difficult Marseilles statues.

However, it is obvious that the progress of the school studio did not involve sketching plaster statues. Instead, a group of still lifes were placed in the middle of the studio, which were just a simple combination of geometric shapes.

There were seven or eight easels next to the still life, with unfinished exercises on them of varying quality. From Bai Yang's point of view, most of them were at entry-level level. Only one of them made Bai Yang take a closer look.

“The light and shadow are clear, the structure is solid, and the tone is laid out very cleanly.”

He commented unconsciously: "The basic skills are very solid, and it can be considered excellent if he directly takes the art exam."

Bai Yang did not move other people's easels, but borrowed an empty easel and drawing board from the corner, and set them up at a suitable still life angle.

He took a deep breath and began to sketch on the sketch paper with the pencil in his hand.

(End of this chapter)