Senior Zhang Wei, I Found You!

The last class of the morning.

Political Thought.

Teacher Gao Zhan sat on the podium, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, completely oblivious to the sound of the dismissal bell. He comfortably dragged out the class, bragging:

"...So, this is a matter of quality. The quality of Chinese citizens still needs to be improved. When I attended the county people's congress this year, I proposed installing streetlights on Ginkgo Road. What was the result?"

"Less than half a year after the streetlights were installed, the wires were pulled out and sold for scrap! It's pitch black and easy for accidents to happen. Just as I expected, someone was hit and killed by a truck last night. It was someone riding a bicycle who darted out of an alley and had their head instantly crushed by the truck..."

"Look at the quality of Americans. No matter how long streetlights are installed there, no one will steal the wires. America has a credit score system, and they all use credit cards. Once you violate social rules and regulations, your credit score will be deducted, and you won't be able to swipe your credit card for money..."

The entire class listened attentively, many faces showing longing.

The beacon!

Chen Guiliang had been suppressing a laugh the whole time.

In this era, the stereotype was like this: everything in China was bad, and even a pile of shit from abroad smelled fragrant.

But he had to admit, China at this time indeed had countless flaws.

Those beautiful descriptions of the messy things abroad precisely turned into public opinion, urging the Chinese people to constantly improve.

Until one day, the situation began to reverse.

Unconsciously, Gao Zhan had dragged out the class for seven or eight minutes, and instead of teaching proper knowledge, he was just bragging the whole time.

Another cigarette finished, Gao Zhan finally said, "Class dismissed!"

As if the starting gun for a track and field race had fired, a crowd of students scrambled out of the classroom.

If they didn't run faster, the cafeteria would only have leftovers.

Chen Guiliang slowly stood up and said to Bian Guanyue, "I asked for you during the break. Over on Chongwen Street, there are three bicycle shops next to each other."

"Thank you," Bian Guanyue said.

Chen Guiliang didn't proactively offer to go with her to buy a bike.

Because with Bian Guanyue's personality, she would 100% refuse and would also think Chen Guiliang was being nosy.

Chen Guiliang just solemnly reminded her, "If you plan to ride a bicycle to and from school, it's best to go with a classmate. Especially after evening study hall, it's very dangerous for a girl to ride home alone."

Zheng Feng appeared out of nowhere: "There's a section of the road from school to the back street that's the most dangerous. It's the area from the adjacent No. 7 Middle School to West Lake. There are many internet cafes, billiard halls, and roller skating rinks around there, and a large section of the streetlights in the middle are broken. There are often bad students from No. 7 Middle School, as well as social hooligans and thugs, wandering around those places late at night."

This was a very serious issue.

The public security in the early 2000s was only slightly better than in the 1990s.

In Chen Guiliang's memory, there would be a murder case next year, happening on the internet cafe street near the school.

A laid-off female worker who had found re-employment was riding her bicycle home at night when she was stopped and robbed by a few thugs. The female worker only had a little over ten yuan with her, and the thugs were very angry that it was so little, so they stabbed the female worker to vent their anger.

They stabbed her in the femoral artery, and she died from excessive bleeding!

Bian Guanyue thought for a moment, feeling a little scared: "Then I'll just take the bus."

Zheng Feng quickly said, "Bian, I can protect you. We can ride home together, and call a few other boys. With more people, the thugs won't dare to mess around."

"No need. Thank you for your kindness," Bian Guanyue said.

Zheng Feng was happy despite being rejected, because Bian Guanyue had said six words to him.

Not only did the number of words in the conversation increase, but it also included a thank you.

Li Jun listened to their conversation from the side, his tone disdainful: "Afraid of a hammer, my uncle is in the police. If you encounter thugs in the future, just say my uncle's name, and I guarantee they'll run away quickly!"

Bian Guanyue didn't respond, silently picking up her schoolbag and leaving.

The county town wasn't big, and day students usually went home for meals.

Of course, if it was the second semester of the third year of high school, the situation would change. During the college entrance exam sprint, there was only half an hour for meals, including the time spent queuing for food.

Zheng Feng quickly chased after her, following behind Bian Guanyue like a protector.

Xie Yang walked over at some point, staring at Zheng Feng's back with contempt: "Just a damn follower."

Chen Guiliang chuckled.

Because he knew that the more Zheng Feng followed her like this, the more Bian Guanyue would be annoyed.

Li Jun grabbed his schoolbag and left. He had been ignored by Bian Guanyue multiple times and was already a bit discouraged. This guy planned to find a new target; Ou Yafei from the next class was pretty good, and he heard Ou Yafei had just broken up with her boyfriend.

Chen Guiliang and Xie Yang went to the cafeteria together. Halfway there, the campus broadcast suddenly sounded.

A sweet-voiced junior sister used an empty and flowery opening, quickly getting to the point: "Tao Xue from Class 10 of the first year of high school has requested Jay Chou's 'Coward' for Zhang Wei from Class 1 of the third year of high school. The blessing is, Senior Zhang Wei, you'd better not let me catch you!"

Xie Yang asked doubtfully, "Is there someone named Zhang Wei in Class 1?"

Chen Guiliang smiled: "Maybe he transferred here this year."

Both of them had been in Class 1 before the division into arts and science streams and were very familiar with the situation in Class 1.

The two went to the cafeteria and quickly finished lunch.

Chen Guiliang neither returned to the classroom nor went to the dormitory for a nap, but walked towards the school gate.

Xie Yang didn't ask what he was going to do, just followed with his hands in his pockets.

After leaving the school gate and walking for a few more minutes, Chen Guiliang entered a pharmacy.

Xie Yang finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you buying medicine?"

"Weighing myself."

Chen Guiliang stepped onto the scale, observed the display, and said, "I'm already 114.3 catties. The effect is better than expected. I'll aim to gain weight to 125 catties in a month."

With that, Chen Guiliang turned and walked out of the pharmacy, returning directly to school without doing anything else.

"Damn it!"

"Why the hell did I follow him?"

Xie Yang cursed and quickly chased after him again.

While they were back in the dorm for their afternoon nap, a short-haired girl was going from classroom to classroom looking for someone.

"Excuse me, do you know a tall and thin boy?"

"What's his name?"

"Zhang Wei. Uh... it might be another name. He said he was in Senior Year Class 1, but there's no such person in Senior Year Class 1."

"There are many tall and thin people. I don't know which one you're looking for."

"He's the very, very thin one. He was selling books at the newspaper stand a few days ago. He has a good literary foundation and can casually comment on Dream of the Red Chamber. He tricked me into buying books and said I was welcome to discuss literature with him anytime, but the names he gave were all fake."

"I'm not sure. You should ask someone else."

"Ha!"

Chen Guiliang yawned and stretched, sitting up from his bed.

He had a good nap.

Hmm, something's not right.

Chen Guiliang felt below and felt speechless.

He just took an afternoon nap, and when he woke up, it was actually standing up.

Ah, youth!

"What time is it?" Chen Guiliang asked.

Xie Yang was snoring loudly.

Yang Hao from bed number 6 replied, "There are 40 minutes until class."

Chen Guiliang waited for that thing to soften before flipping over and jumping down from the upper bunk. He found that the seam of his pants was torn and borrowed a sewing kit from Yang Hao.

What a miserable high school life, I have to sew my own clothes.

Having not done needlework for twenty years, Chen Guiliang's skills were a bit rusty, and he sewed the pants crookedly.

I need to start dating quickly and find a girl to sew my pants for me.

Can Bian Guanyue sew pants?

If not, I'll make her practice more.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Chen Guiliang put on his pants and kicked the iron bed frame hard a few times.

Xie Yang was startled awake from his dream, sat up abruptly, and asked, "Earthquake?"

"It's time for class." Chen Guiliang turned and walked out of the dorm.

Xie Yang was so angry he cursed, "You damn lunatic!"

Yang Hao burst out laughing.

Bian Guanyue and Zheng Feng entered the classroom one after the other again.

They didn't look like a couple.

They looked more like a rich young lady and her lackey follower.

Before Bian Guanyue reached her seat, she saw a short-haired girl in Chen Guiliang's seat.

She didn't think much of it, assuming she was from their class.

"Hello!"

Tao Xue actively waved and greeted her.

"Hello," Bian Guanyue replied and sat down.

Tao Xue smiled and said, "Senior, you're so beautiful."

Bian Guanyue said, "Thank you."

Tao Xue then asked, "Senior, you're Chen Guiliang's deskmate. Is he a person full of lies?"

"Huh?" Bian Guanyue didn't understand.

Tao Xue said, "A few days ago, he tricked me into buying Dream of the Red Chamber, and he also tricked our dorm into buying a lot of magazines. He also said his name was Zhang Wei and that he was the president of the Literature Club. But I asked around, and the Literature Club doesn't have a president named Zhang Wei at all!"

Bian Guanyue's curiosity was piqued, and she asked, "How much money did he trick you out of?"

"Just over ten yuan," Tao Xue said, adding, "It wasn't really tricking us out of money, just tricking us into buying his books. Actually, his books are all pretty good, and they even have his annotations of his reading insights. I read them, and those annotations are written exceptionally well."

"Since you weren't tricked out of money, why are you looking for him?" Bian Guanyue asked.

Tao Xue said excitedly, "He tricked me emotionally! He said he was good friends with Guo Xiaosi and told me to find him anytime to discuss literature. It turns out his name is fake, and I was still planning to ask him for Guo Xiaosi's QQ number!"

"You can wait slowly," Bian Guanyue lost interest.

Zheng Feng, who had been eavesdropping diagonally in front, turned his head at this moment and said, "He definitely doesn't know Guo Xiaosi."

Tao Xue said indignantly, "Liar!"

While they were talking, Chen Guiliang had already walked over.

He saw Tao Xue and didn't panic, saying calmly, "Junior, you look so beautiful today. Did you get a new hairstyle?"

"You think this hairstyle is good too?"

Tao Xue had originally planned to come and demand an explanation, but hearing this, she became happy again. "Today is our day off, so we cleared out the classrooms for the second-year exams. When I got my hair done this morning, I specifically chose this hairstyle. I heard it's very popular in Korea."

Chen Guiliang praised, "This hairstyle suits you perfectly. It's refreshing yet has a touch of artistic flair."

"I think so too!"

After a few words, Tao Xue was no longer angry. Instead, she thought Chen Guiliang was very appreciative and chattered excitedly, proactively sharing interesting stories.

Bian Guanyue, who had been buried in her book, looked up at Chen Guiliang at this moment, then looked at the smug Tao Xue, feeling like a little white rabbit encountering a big bad wolf.

She was being led by the nose the whole time.

The topic quickly turned to literature. Tao Xue said, "Last night, I read Wang Xiaobo's 'A Maverick Pig' and felt a deep connection. I felt like a pig myself, but not as brave as Wang Xiaobo's pig."

Chen Guiliang spoke about these things effortlessly: "It's normal for you to feel a deep connection. Because the core idea of this article is 'anti-discipline'. The French philosopher Michel Foucault believed that 'discipline' originally referred to the control of prisoners by prisons. Furthermore, he compared institutions like schools and hospitals to prisons, believing that the prison model has infiltrated every corner of modern society. You, being in school now, are a part of being disciplined..."

The more Tao Xue listened, the more surprised she became: "Senior, you know so much!"

Chen Guiliang smiled, "I'm also a maverick pig, and I'm still under probation for staying in school. You can ask around about what I've been doing at school these past two years."

Tao Xue said admiringly, "I've asked around, and your experiences are particularly exciting. You even put up a big-character poster outside the principal's office, and you used rotten soup from the cafeteria to stick it up."

"Don't learn from me," Chen Guiliang warned. "When you grow up a bit more, you'll understand that the discipline from school might not be a happiness you'll experience again in this life."

Tao Xue asked, "Why would it be a kind of happiness?"

Chen Guiliang said, "Because this kind of discipline comes from goodwill and is too gentle. It's hard to find such goodwill and gentleness again in the future; those people in society will truly devour you."

Tao Xue didn't quite understand, but it didn't stop her from thinking Chen Guiliang was amazing.

The two chatted until it was almost time for class. Tao Xue waved goodbye cheerfully, "'Zhang Wei' Senior, I was very happy today. I'll find you to talk about literature again next time."

Phew!

Chen Guiliang let out a long sigh of relief. He finally managed to send this junior away.

Literary girls are untouchable; there's something a little off in their heads.

Chen Guiliang himself was a literary youth; he understood his own kind all too well.

Bian Guanyue suddenly said, "Who is Michel Foucault?"

Chen Guiliang said, "A homosexual who died of AIDS, and a senior psychiatric patient."

Bian Guanyue: "..."