1987 My Era

Chapter 73: Huge Gap (Please Order First!)

After reading it, Li Heng did not rush to reply, but stared at her profile happily.

It seems that she is not as calm as she seems. If she had no interest and curiosity, she would definitely not ask any more questions given her personality.

“Cough! Cough cough…!”

Just when Song Yu was feeling a little embarrassed by his scorching gaze and her ten toes were secretly bent and clenched, the dean on the podium helped her out.

The dean of studies coughed twice, not too loudly, and said to Li Heng, "Li Heng, read the Book of Songs aloud."

Li Heng's face twitched.

I'm already in my third year of high school, and the college entrance exam is coming up soon, and I'm still reciting a passage?

I immediately understood that the Chinese teacher had probably seen all the little actions of me and Song Yu.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned enough to just read it. He stood up with the book in hand and began to recite:

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you.

Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.

I share the same hatred with you..."

Li Heng's Mandarin is very good. His clear pronunciation and rich emotions directly beat the Chinese teacher who speaks in a half-English and half-Chinese style, making the latter ashamed.

After reciting and sitting down, he didn't care whether the dean of studies felt like dying or not.

Written under the pen name December.

Song Yu glanced at the teacher writing on the blackboard and quickly took the notebook.

After reading it down, she didn't reply and put the draft book away.

Then both of them listened attentively, took notes, and did not disturb each other.

It wasn't until the end of the second class that he tore off a piece of paper.

After thinking for a long time, he wrote: Do you and Chen Zijin contact each other often?
Ever since Li Heng couldn't hold back and expressed his feelings to her, whether actively or passively, the three words "Chen Zijin" seemed to have become a taboo word for the two of them, and no one mentioned it again.

Under the current circumstances, mentioning Chen Zijin would be very detrimental to his pursuit of Song Yu.

But he couldn't help it.

In her previous life, she almost lost contact with him in the first few years after Chen Zijin went to the capital. Even if there were occasional letters, they were unilaterally delivered by her through Song Yu, and there was no word about the return address on the letterhead.

Even if he tried to contact her by letter, there was no response. One letter after another seemed to fall into the sea.

Once, Li Heng, who was still brooding over this matter, asked Chen Zijin in person why.
Chen Zijin didn't answer him why, and usually kept silent. Seeing him getting irritated, seeing him questioning whether it was the Chen family's doing? Did the Chen family force her? She still didn't say the reason, and more often she shed silent tears.

Damn it, a grown man couldn't bear to see a woman cry, and after asking her a few times without any results, he stopped making things difficult for her over time.

However, her younger sister Chen Zitong accidentally revealed something when she was drunk one time: it was indeed a family feud. Her mother Zhong Lan even threatened to commit suicide and forced her sister to cut off contact with him.

When she saw him mention "Chen Zijin" to her, Song Yu was silent and wrote: Fortunately, we keep in touch every month.

Li Heng asked: Should we write a letter or make a phone call?

Song Yu replied: Both.

Li Heng wrote: Give me her phone number and mailing address.

Thinking of her best friend's careful instructions, Song Yu felt a little troubled. After thinking for a while, she replied: I have to go back and ask Zijin for her opinion.

Li Heng knew her personality and wrote: Well, thank you. Please keep the novel writing a secret for me.

Song Yu replied: OK.

For the next week, Li Heng, whose dream in high school had been fulfilled, studied hard.

I listened to lectures in class, studied and did exercises on my own, and prepared for the first mock exam at the end of the month.

To be honest, putting aside the extremely difficult math questions in the scholarship exam, he also wanted to try out the normal difficulty of the college entrance examination to see how big the gap is between himself and the four top students.
Will there still be a difference in scores after taking the six subjects as usual?

...

Sunday.

After finishing four classes in the morning, the senior high school students had a rare half-day holiday.

Just half a day, not a bit more.

This is a leave approved by the school considering everyone's tense mental state, so that they can relax appropriately and wash the clothes and socks accumulated during the week.

By the way, students who have the conditions can go out of school to eat and improve their food.

When the bell rang for the fourth class, the political teacher reluctantly put away his chalk, sighed and said to the students:
"Is my political class so hard to listen to? I see many people are getting impatient and their minds are not in class anymore. Well, let's end the get out of class."

No one responded to the teacher's sadness, but just left the classroom with a smile.

As usual, Song Yu went home.

Sun Manning did the same. She also took Mai Sui and Chen Lijun away, saying that her family was stewing goose today and invited them to eat.

Before leaving, the rich woman asked Li Heng: "Hey, that handsome guy, I'm giving you a chance to accompany a beautiful woman. Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"As handsome as Pan An" was what the head teacher Wang Qi used to tease Li Heng in the dormitory. Later, it was spread to the class by those beasts and now it has become a joke for everyone to make fun of after-dinner conversation.

Before Li Heng could reply, Zhang Zhiyong, who came from the back of the classroom, asked, "Rich lady, can you bring a companion?" Sun Manning refused very straightforwardly, "No, there are four people in my family, I can't bring that many."

In fact, in this age where only grades matter, she, like some girls in the class, deep down disliked Zhang Zhiyong, who had the worst grades and was full of foul language. However, she never showed it for the sake of her classmates' face.

After the three women left, Zhang Zhiyong touched the back of his head and muttered, "Fuck! Why do I feel like Sun Manning has something against me?"

Li Heng left the classroom and said, "You are not RMB. You can't be liked by everyone. Why do you worry about these trivial things?"

"That's true, mother! I won't take her home to be my wife, nor will I let her wash my clothes, cook for me, and give birth to my children. It's up to her to like it or not."

No one would say this guy is stupid. He forgot his worries in a blink of an eye and jumped happily all the way.

Coming downstairs, Zhang Zhiyong poked his head out and asked, "Well, where are we going? Are we going to play billiard after dinner?"

Li Heng shook his head: "Let's talk about dinner later. Come with me to the bank first."

Zhang Zhiyong asked: "Liu Li has returned to the dormitory to change his clothes and pants and is preparing to play basketball. Do you want to call him to join us?"

Li Heng walked straight towards the school gate: "No, I have something important to do today, and it's not appropriate to let too many people know, just follow me."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyong leaned over with a sly look in his eyes and asked, "Do something big? What big things can you do in a bank? Do you want to rob money? Do you need to bring weapons?"

Li Heng asked back: "What kind of stuff do you want to bring?"

Looking at the meat stall next to him, Zhang Zhiyong gestured and said, "How about a boning knife?"

Li Heng was speechless and uttered one word: "Get lost!"

On the way to the bank, Li Heng gave a shot of caution to the fool: "Lao Yong, what would you think if I became rich one day?"

Zhang Zhiyong glanced at a woman selling pig food bowls on the street and said, "Think with your butt!"

Li Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed his face: "You want to be beaten, right? Her husband is right next to her and noticed you."

"There are two such big lumps, and it seems like no piece of flesh has fallen off. What's the matter? Can you kill me?" Zhang Zhiyong was full of dissatisfaction, but when his eyes met the man's, he shrank back in fear.

Li Heng found it funny, but he didn't expose her. He said, "If I become a rich man, don't be unable to accept it or feel disappointed."

"Huh? A sense of disappointment?"

Zhang Zhiyong seemed to have heard a great joke. He immediately took out all the money from his three pockets and showed off in front of him:

"Did you see it? Did you see it? It's a thick stack of bills, and you don't have a dime in your pocket. What a gap! You bastard."

Li Heng couldn't stand his arrogance and kicked him directly.

The Postal Savings Bank was not close to the school, and the two walked along the street for almost 20 minutes before they arrived.

Fortunately, he was lucky as there was only a couple doing business inside. Li Heng waited until the couple left before going to the window and handing in the relevant documents, materials and bill of exchange.

"Hello, please help me cash this bill of exchange and open a passbook for me."

"4050 yuan?"

After taking the materials and reading them, the young female salesperson seemed very surprised. She looked at him back and forth through the glass and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes."

"Take it out? Or put it in the passbook?"

"Take out the remaining 50 yuan and put the rest in the passbook."

According to national regulations, anyone over the age of 16 can handle bank passbook business independently. The teller checked the documents carefully and did not make things difficult for him, and handled the matter quickly.

The counter inside was busy, but Zhang Zhiyong outside was dumbfounded.

Mani? Mani?
4050 yuan?
Oh my goodness! Such a huge sum of money, even if you sell the Li family, you can't get it out, right?
Where did this guy Li Heng come from?

Seeing that the fool was holding him tightly with both hands, panting and asking questions, Li Heng struggled to open his mouth and said:

"Don't embarrass yourself here. I'll tell you later."

Seeing several bank tellers looking at him strangely, Zhang Zhiyong stared at the remittance slip with red eyes, and was obedient and didn't make any more trouble.

If you have money, you are the boss. It is quick to apply for a passbook and it is even quicker to cash a remittance slip.

The young woman's eyes sparkled green: "Hello, this is the passbook, and this is 50 yuan in cash, please check it."

Li Heng looked at it twice, said thank you and quickly left the Postal Savings Bank.

The people of Shao City have been tough since ancient times, and it has been even more unstable these days. After walking out of the bank door, Li Heng did not dare to stay and left quickly.

The idiot was obviously worried about being robbed, so he looked around all the way and acted as a bodyguard to escort him.

The two of them hurried on in silence. When they arrived near Shaoshui Bridge, Zhang Zhiyong took a breath and finally couldn't hold it anymore:
"Hey, Uncle Heng, tell me quickly, where did you get this money? More people means more power, let's seize the opportunity to make a fortune."

Li Heng glanced around and asked, "Are you mentally prepared?"

Zhang Zhiyong looked at him with burning eyes, wanting to find out the secret of wealth.

Li Heng smiled and immediately stopped teasing him, telling him everything about the writing of "To Live".

But before he could finish his words, he saw this idiot sitting on the grass by the river, his eyes dazed, as if he was paralyzed, and he wouldn't move at all.

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