1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

"Writing something? What did you write?"

"You submitted it, right?"

Wang Zhiguo astutely grasped the key point of Xie Lu's words.

"I voted, I voted for Contemporary."

Wang Zhiguo's expression relaxed a little, but his brows were still furrowed: "When was it submitted?"

"I just submitted this not long ago. I had nothing to do after the college entrance exam, so I wrote something to give it a try."

"What did you write?"

Xie Lu made up a vague story, saying that he didn't want to be famous yet, and that he would deal with the future later: "It's about rural themes, about our village."

Wang Zhiguo was silent for a while, then rubbed his hands together, as if he was thinking about something.

He muttered, "No wonder, that explains it."

"No wonder what?" Xie Lu was still completely confused, looking at Wang Zhiguo who was talking to himself.

Wang Zhiguo glanced at him: "The dean just called me. He's Dean Zhou, the dean of our School of Literature, you know him, right?"

Xie nodded.

"Dean Zhou called me to his office. There was a man from Kyoto named He Chongshan, who was the editor-in-chief of the magazine 'Contemporary'."

Xie Lu finally understood; it turned out that He Chongshan had come in person.

Wang Zhiguo continued, "He asked me if I knew you, and I said yes, you are my student. Then Editor-in-Chief He said he wanted to meet you, but didn't say what it was about."

He paused, then looked at Xie Lu: "That's why I asked you earlier if you submitted the article."

It seems that your article caught the eye of Editor-in-Chief He, who came to talk to you specifically.

Wang Zhiguo breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile finally appeared on his face: "That's good. I thought you had gotten into some trouble. Since it's about the manuscript, that's a good thing."

"Contemporary is a major publication; it's not easy for Editor-in-Chief He to take notice of it."

He patted Xie Lu on the shoulder: "Alright, go back now. The dean will make arrangements for Editor-in-Chief He."

Just wait for my notification. If anything comes up, you can come to my office.

"Okay, thank you, counselor."

Wang Zhiguo waved his hand dismissively: "Why be so polite? You're my student. As long as you don't ruin your future, I'll be happy for you if you make it big."

Xie Lu turned around and walked back.

He Chongshan has arrived.

Professor He came to Wuhan University in person.

Old Master He should only be in his early fifties now, younger than when he met He Chongshan in his previous life. However, in his previous life, he met He Chongshan as a student, while in this life, he meets him as the author of Infernal Affairs. It's unknown what kind of expression Old Master He will have when they meet again later.

Thinking about this, Xie Lu felt a little excited.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

All eyes turned to them again.

Chen Xiangdong, Chu Yunfei, and Zhou Wenbin were all staring at him.

Xie Lu had just returned to his seat.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yunfei immediately came over and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, Director Wang just wants to ask you something."

"It's nothing serious, is it?"

"No, don't worry, I abide by the law."

Hearing that Xie Lu was alright, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. Chu Yunfei pouted and lay back down on the table.

On the podium, Teacher Wang cleared his throat and continued lecturing.

At some point, the back door of the classroom was quietly pushed open a crack.

It was a very narrow slit, just wide enough for one eye to see, but sufficient to see most of the situation in the classroom.

Zhou Shaoyuan stood at the front, bent over, and peered through the crack in the door.

He Chongshan stood behind him, also slightly bent over.

Before coming to the classroom, they had already checked Xie Lv's file at the academic affairs office and seen Xie Lv's admission photo.

A slender young man with a buzz cut and regular features, so they recognized him at a glance as the student sitting in the middle by the window.

It's him, Attorney Xie!

Xie Lu was sitting and listening to the lecture, holding a pen in his hand. He occasionally jotted down a few notes in his notebook, but most of the time he just listened, his eyes fixed on the podium. His expression was calm, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Zhou Shaoyuan watched for a while, then straightened up and gave his seat to He Chongshan.

He Chongshan peered through the crack in the door.

He was just an ordinary student.

It's nothing special compared to the thousands of students on the Wuhan University campus.

He Chongshan straightened up and gently closed the door.

The three retreated to the corner of the corridor.

Zhou Shaoyuan lowered his voice: "Chongshan, are you sure he's the author of Infernal Affairs?"

His tone carried a hint of doubt.

It wasn't that he didn't trust He Chongshan, but rather that this seemingly ordinary young man was far removed from the author of Infernal Affairs that he had imagined.

He Chongshan nodded: "He sent the manuscript. I recognize the handwriting, and the information mentioned in the letter matches up: Liaobei Province, Shuangshui Village, Wuhan University freshman, admission notice withheld. There's no mistake."

"But..." Zhou Shaoyuan wanted to say something more.

He Chongshan interrupted Zhou Shaoyuan: "I know what you're thinking. He looks too ordinary. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who could write Infernal Affairs."

But appearances can be deceiving. I'll verify it for you later.

The three of them waited in the corridor for a while longer.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

The sounds of desks and chairs moving, talking, and footsteps could be heard from inside the classroom.

The door opened, and students came out one after another.

He Chongshan said to Zhou Shaoyuan, "Go and call him. Jinqiu and I will go to your office and wait."

"Okay." Zhou Shaoyuan nodded.

He Chongshan left first with his daughter.

Zhou Shaoyuan straightened his clothes and walked towards the classroom.

Inside the classroom, the students were packing up their belongings.

Xie closed the notebook and put the pen back in his pocket.

Chen Xiangdong stood up and stretched.

Chu Yunfei finally woke up completely, rubbing his eyes and asking, "What are we having for lunch?"

Just then, Zhou Shaoyuan appeared at the classroom door.

He stood there, not coming in, his gaze sweeping across the classroom before he spoke, "Is Xie Lu here?"

The classroom fell silent.

Everyone looked towards the doorway, and then towards Xie Lu.

Xie Lu looked up and saw Zhou Shaoyuan. He knew in his heart that Zhou Shaoyuan had come to see him.

Xie Lu stood up: "Here."

"Come with me for a moment."

Xie Lu nodded, picked up his schoolbag, and walked towards the door.

The whole class looked at him, their expressions even more complicated than when Wang Zhiguo had called him earlier.

Zhou Shaoyuan is the dean of the School of Literature. He rarely talks to students directly. If he can come to the classroom to call them personally, it must be something important.

Chen Xiangdong, Chu Yunfei, and Zhou Wenbin were all stunned.

Chu Yunfei whispered, "Holy crap, what's going on? Didn't Fourth Brother say it wasn't a big deal? If it's not a big deal, why did even the Dean get involved?"

Chen Xiangdong shook his head; he was also completely bewildered and knew nothing.

Attendant Xie walked to the door and nodded to Zhou Shaoyuan: "Dean Zhou."

"Hmm." Zhou Shaoyuan glanced at him. "Come with me."

The two walked out of the classroom one after the other.

There were still students in the corridor who hadn't left yet. When they saw Zhou Shaoyuan, they all made way for him.

Zhou Shaoyuan walked very fast, while Xie Lu followed behind at a leisurely pace.