1987 My Era

Chapter 38, People's Literature

1987, December 2.

Shortly after the beginning of spring, the sky over Shao City was still shrouded in haze and was chilly.

Early in the morning, when the second hand pointed to 6:20, the school wake-up bell rang on time.

“Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep!…”

This was followed by three rapid and sharp whistles.

I don't know how Mr. Zhao, the moral conduct teacher, developed this unique skill?
When that fucking whistle blows, forget about staying in bed and sleeping in, your soul will be blown away.

After the whistle, the school's radio was turned on at full blast, playing the revolutionary song "The Waves of Honghu Lake".

Honghu Lake Water
The waves are hitting the waves

The shore of Honghu Lake
Yes, it's my hometown.

...

It’s been a while since I last heard this song. At this moment, in line with his youthful and ignorant student days, Li Heng was immersed in the world of singing and couldn’t help humming along in a low voice.

It feels quite good.

Just as he was singing happily like a little bird, Liu Li, who had just finished washing up, had a worried look on his face:
"Li Heng, I think he will make his debut today."

Making an appearance is commonly known as going up to the command podium.

They are the people who are pulled to the front of the school and performed like "clowns" during morning exercises or school-wide meetings of teachers and students.

In this extremely conservative era, if a student was exposed, it would be an extremely shameful thing and it would probably take him ten days or half a month to recover mentally.

Zhang Zhiyong consoled him in a mean way: "You still have Xiang Liang. I don't think Liang is qualified.

People like Chen Lijun would look down on a poor student like me. You should feel happy. This is an honor! It proves that you are a man! "

Li Heng spit out the mouthwash in his mouth, put away the toothbrush, and said with a smile: "See, you are at least better than Lao Yong. He doesn't even have the courage to like Chen Lijun."

Hearing this, Liu Li became even more annoyed, and said in a daze, "Am I so bad in your eyes? How dare you compare me with someone like Zhang Zhiyong?"

"Fuck! Damn it! I think you're itching for trouble and I want to beat you up!" Zhang Zhiyong was furious and chased Liu Li all the way to the playground.

When all the students of the first grade of senior year gathered in the small playground for morning exercises, the vice principal came through the crowd, holding Liu Yejiang and Zou Aiming, who had fought last night, by one ear in each hand, and went to the command platform.

Liu Li narrowly escaped the disaster, but he could not escape the death penalty, as he was pulled to the front row of the class by his head teacher Wang Qi to lead the exercises.

Wang Qi patted his shoulder heavily and said expressionlessly: "Do it well. If you can't do it well, you will be here to work all morning."

After that, Wang Qi kicked Liu Li in the thigh in front of several nearby classes, muttering: "You don't learn good things, but only bad things. Your parents are so far away that they can't take care of you. I will take care of you for them."

Liu Li was scolded so hard that she didn't dare to say a word. With a red face and head hung, she followed the "1, 2, 3, 4..." on the radio and started to lead the exercises.

But he had no athletic talent, so this job was really difficult for him. Moreover, he was very nervous being stared at by so many people, so he wiggled his butt and lifted his chest, making people from several nearby classes laugh.

Teacher Yang, the head teacher of the next-door class 205, also laughed and teased Wang Qi:

"Lao Wang, is there no one in your class or what? Did you ask a praying mantis to lead the exercise?"

Wang Qi is ruthless to his own classmates, but he is extremely protective of his classmates. "What's wrong with the mantis? The mantis is better looking than the ones in your class."

Teacher Yang put her hands behind her back and said with disdain: "Look at the nonsense you are talking about. Liu Li is probably less than 100 pounds. She is so skinny. How can she be good-looking?"

Teacher Yang is nearly 180cm tall, and Wang Qi has to look up to see him: "Two bags of white sand, three from each class? Do you dare to admit defeat?"

Although Teacher Yang is the head teacher of Class 205, he is also the political teacher of Class 204. He narrowed his eyes reluctantly:

"Old Wang, you are not tall but you are evil! You are obviously cheating. Otherwise, I will bet you 5 bags of rice to exclude Song Yu, Mai Sui and Li Heng from your class."

At this time, Mr. Luo, the head teacher of Class 206 on the left, also joined in the fun, "It's too harsh to eliminate three. How about two? I'll also take part in it if two are eliminated."

Wang Qi said, "Okay, get rid of Mai Sui and Li Heng, and keep Song Yu."

Teacher Yang said: "Song Yu must be removed."

Teacher Luo echoed: "I agree!"

Wang Qi was reluctant and waved his hands vigorously: "If you can't afford to lose, leave now and don't embarrass yourself here."

Don’t be fooled by the noise made by these three people. They are actually colleagues and friends who have worked together for many years. One teaches history, one teaches politics, and the other teaches mathematics.

These three old naughty boys always get together to joke around, and no one is surprised by it.

During the morning self-study session, Wang Qi stood on the podium with a dark face and gave orders, moving Zou Aiming's seat to the first group and arranging a girl to sit with Chen Lijun. After doing all this, he meowed at Li Heng and Song Yu again, but in the end he held back and did not separate them, thinking in his mind that he would first see the results of the two people's mock exams.

Morning self-study is usually an English class. After the head teacher left, Wang Runwen walked in from the corridor, strolled around first, and then came to Li Heng quietly.

She bent down and whispered, "Harvest magazine will call you at 12: noon. Remember to go on time. Don't forget."

Li Heng responded with "OK".

After explaining everything, Wang Runwen also looked at Song Yu, then at Li Heng, then left the classroom and went to the office.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Runwen asked with a smile: "Old Wang, why didn't you separate them?"

Wang Qi took a sip of hot tea and asked, "Do you really think there's something wrong with them?"

Wang Runwen found a stool and sat down: "I don't know about Song Yu, but Li Heng is definitely a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, he has no good intentions."

Wang Qi asked curiously, "Didn't you say that Li Heng was dating Chen Zijin?"

Wang Runwen crossed his legs and said, "The Chen family is powerful, you should have heard about it, do you think they will have a chance?"

Wang Qi thought for a moment and asked, "Are you saying that the boy has realized this? Is he ready to find another one?"

Wang Runwen shook his head.

Seeing this, Wang Qi took out a stack of letters from the drawer and handed them to the other party.

Wang Runwen took it and asked, "What is this? Whose is it?"

Wang Qi told him, “They are all love letters written by girls from other classes to Li Heng. I intercepted them in the past two years. There are 11 in total.”

Hearing this, Wang Runwen suddenly realized: "I said you were the first one to come to the classroom every morning. So you are doing this kind of thing?"

Wang Qi nodded and shook his head, laughing and said, "We have to do it. The three of them are too troublesome."

Hearing this, Wang Runwen suddenly understood why Lao Wang was not in a hurry to change positions. He probably wanted Li Heng and Song Yu to serve as shields for each other.

...

Beijing, People’s Literature Magazine.

In a four-story red brick building, Chen Xiaomi locked her pink Dove bicycle and followed the crowd of people going to work to the second floor.

The layout is similar to that of most office buildings these days, with offices running north-south and a corridor in the middle. The walls are painted with white putty, and there is a 20-centimeter dark green skirt underneath.

"Good morning, Uncle Dai."

"Good morning, Xiao Chen."

"Morning, Sister Liao."

"Hey, Xiaomi, your clothes are so beautiful, where did you buy them?"

"A friend gave it to me."

Sister Liao asked, "Is it your boyfriend?"

Chen Xiaomi smiled and shook her head.

"... "

"... "

"Hey, Xiaomi, why are you here today? Didn't you say you had something to ask for leave and let me take over?"

Chen Xiaomi was in a good mood today and greeted her colleagues with a smile along the way. However, as soon as she reached the office door, she heard the voice of her good friend and colleague Zhou Chunlan from inside.

She smiled and explained: "The event was cancelled at the last minute, and I came here because I was afraid of being bored at home."

Zhou Chunlan hooked her finger and said loudly, "You came at the right time. There are so many new manuscripts today that we are afraid we can't finish reviewing them. We are worried about having to work overtime.

Come and help us share the burden. Here! Here is a pile of manuscripts for you."

"Okay." As an editor, Chen Xiaomi was responsible for reviewing external submissions, so she quickly put down her bag and walked over.

ps: I updated more than 4800 words this morning, and forgot to mention that I would merge two chapters into one. As a result, the bosses are still urging me to update, so it doesn't count. I can only post one more chapter in March, sorry.

Also, I heard the ridiculous conversation between the three class teachers with my own ears when I was in high school in March, so don’t blame me for it.

(End of this chapter)