New World

No sudden demands for more money, no melodramatic scenes of an ex-boyfriend crashing the wedding.

After a lively celebration, the bride was successfully picked up.

Wang Yan had seen the bride before; she was an ordinary person, the type to settle down.

During the process, Wang Yan also saw the bridesmaids. Hmm, they were quite nice.

There was a pattern in school: pretty girls always had less attractive girls around them.

But that rule didn't apply to Zhang Guang's wife.

The next day, everyone dispersed. They were too busy; staying for three days was already good.

Everyone tacitly avoided discussing how much money to give as gifts. It was a personal matter, and Zhang Guang would understand any amount.

Wang Yan gave a gift of 6666. Zhang Guang didn't make a fuss or refuse it, otherwise, it would seem like something was up. He knew Wang Yan wasn't someone who showed off or acted superior. Seeing the amount, he knew Wang Yan was doing well.

Back in Jingcheng, Wang Yan resumed his previous life.

This month was indeed lucky, as he sold another apartment, earning over a hundred thousand.

Then, a system notification arrived unexpectedly.

"The shared wish of Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo in 'The Year in a Hurry': Happiness."

Wang Yan hadn't seen 'The Year in a Hurry' before, only heard the song.

"If we can't see each other with red eyes upon meeting again, can we still blush?"

The lyrics were indeed quite evocative.

He opened his computer, logged into his membership, and searched for 'The Year in a Hurry' to start watching.

There were movies and TV series; Wang Yan watched them all.

The story was simple, just the love-hate entanglement between Fang Hui and Chen Xun. It involved abortions and affairs.

After watching, Wang Yan didn't want to say anything. Honestly, if he could refuse, he would have preferred not to.

Setting aside other issues, just the filming itself. He wouldn't even mention the opening scene, but the protagonists...

Ni Ni was quite attractive, and her features were all in place, yet she was filmed to look that way.

The TV series was even more ridiculous. Fang Hui looked like she was dying from beginning to end, like she was mourning.

And someone like that could attract thugs?

In Wang Yan's memory, his school days certainly had abortions and casual relationships, but it was clear those people never thought about studying.

However, such cases weren't that common.

Perhaps their families had money, and they didn't lack anything from the start, with parents indulging their children.

Or perhaps their families didn't have money, but they were rebellious, wanting to do whatever their parents forbade.

There were sports students, art students, young tough guys, and young bossy girls.

They did things they considered cool, dashing, regret-free, and a way to make the most of their precious youth.

Proper students just worked hard and studied diligently.

Perhaps during puberty, they would also date, some succeeding, some failing. But overall, they were quite rational.

Wang Yan had never seen any good students obsessed with romance all day long.

He then looked up some information, preparing himself thoroughly.

On Zhihu, Wang Yan saw a quote: "The sadness when looking back at the past stems from regret, not from who had a harder time."

It was just as he thought.

He sighed, took a sip of water, and got up to draw the curtains.

Lying on the bed, Wang Yan pulled out the system panel and allocated all his attribute points to Spirit, increasing his Spirit attribute from 18 to 22.

After enjoying the moment, he chose to proceed.

A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared without a trace.

Wang Yan woke up again on a tree-lined road.

Information flashed through his mind, and Wang Yan understood everything.

September 6, 1999, Jingcheng, Experimental Middle School.

Wang Yan, male, 18 years old. Orphaned from a young age, his parents left him a house. He was raised in an orphanage and, upon turning eighteen, requested to leave and live on his own. The old director found help from the community to arrange his transfer and placement here.

Seeing a white figure ahead, Wang Yan called out, "Hey, you in front, wait up."

Seeing that she seemed not to hear and kept walking, Wang Yan continued, "Hey, the one in white up ahead, I'm talking to you."

This made it impossible for her to pretend she hadn't heard. She turned back and asked blankly, "What is it?"

Seeing her not-so-beautifully turned back, Wang Yan didn't want to speak. That kind of youthful innocence wasn't like this. He would have to change her later.

But not now. It didn't quite match his style, Wang Yan. He couldn't muster the interest or the resolve to act. He would wait.

"I saw on the list that you're also transferring to Class 1, Grade 2. Me too."

Wang Yan scooped up his desk and walked over to her in three quick strides. "I'll help you carry it. It's quite heavy."

He stacked his desk on top of hers, leaving her no room to refuse.

"You take the two stools. Be quick about it."

"Thank you, classmate."

"Don't call me classmate. I'm Wang Yan, the 'Yan' from Confucius's 'Yan'. What's your name?"

"Fang Hui."

"Which 'Hui'?"

"The 'Hui' from fennel."

"Got it. If I may be so bold, you look good with long hair."

With that, he ignored Fang Hui's gaze and said, "Let's go."

Wang Yan carried the two desks, leading the way, while Fang Hui dragged the two chairs, following closely behind.

After walking for a while, they saw a group of boys running towards them from the opposite direction on the side path.

"Take a break. You're sweating," Wang Yan said, putting down the desks.

Fang Hui was also tired and obediently put down the stools.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, shining on her face. She lightly wiped away sweat, shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand, and tilted her head back to enjoy its warmth.

This pose caught the attention of two of the boys running towards them.

The scene was deeply etched into their minds, unforgettable for a lifetime.

However, upon seeing the man standing beside her, Chen Xun and Qiao Ran both frowned. They perhaps felt that the young man standing next to the graceful figure in the white dress, bathed in sunlight, was a desecration of beauty.

After a short rest, Wang Yan picked up the desks again. "Let's go, we're almost there."

The two found the Class 1, Grade 2 classroom and separated the desks and chairs.

Wang Yan very consciously moved to the corner by the window at the back. He couldn't help it; it was a habit.

Mainly, seeing the desks and chairs in the classroom, the schedule on the blackboard, the national flag on the wall above the blackboard, and the large red characters on both sides, he was reminded of his ignorant youth. Back then, he used to sit by the window at the back, with his two good friends sitting next to the podium, flanking him like guardians.

Shaking his head with a smile, Wang Yan tidied up.

Fang Hui couldn't find a seat and placed her desk and chair by the podium for now.

"Let's go, we need to get our textbooks from the teacher."

Fang Hui nodded subconsciously. She had an indescribable feeling about this ordinary-looking classmate with deep eyes.

The feeling was... well, he was very special, but she couldn't quite pinpoint how.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

"Come in. You look new. Are you new students?" the male teacher at the door asked with a smile.

Having taught for so many years, they had developed a knack for recognizing students.

"Thank you. We just transferred, to Class 1, Grade 2," Wang Yan replied politely.

A female teacher working nearby noticed the commotion. Upon hearing "Class 1, Grade 2," she said, "You two come here. I'm your homeroom teacher."

The two approached. Wang Yan said, "Hello, teacher. What should we call you?"

Fang Hui was startled by Wang Yan's question. She had never seen a student ask a teacher for their name upon first meeting.

The female teacher was also taken aback. She had never encountered such a mature student. However, thinking of Wang Yan's records, she felt it was understandable; being an orphan, a bit of maturity was to be expected.

"My name is Hou Cuiping. You can call me Teacher Hou."

Teacher Hou continued, "I know about your situations. Have you collected your desks and chairs?"

The two nodded.

"Good. Then you should go to Logistics on the first floor and find Teacher Zhang. He'll give you your textbooks for this semester."

"Okay, Teacher Hou. We'll head over there now."

After informing Teacher Hou, Wang Yan led Fang Hui away.

Watching Wang Yan walk with his back straight and head held high, and Fang Hui following silently, Teacher Hou shook her head. "Such pitiful children."

Wang Yan and Fang Hui didn't say much to each other throughout. A man with the mind of a forty-year-old had little to say to a young person who was physically and mentally eighteen. He needed to nurture her, and she needed time to adapt and find her footing.

After getting the books, they returned to the classroom, just in time for Teacher Hou's class.

Wang Yan called out, "Report!"

Teacher Hou inside signaled them to enter.

Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye were fooling around inside. They were stunned when they saw Wang Yan and Fang Hui enter.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran were reminded of the beauty they had just witnessed. Zhao Ye was purely curious.

Seeing Wang Yan and Fang Hui report their arrival, Teacher Hou said, "Put your books on your seats first. Fang Hui, you can sit there."

He pointed to the second row by the window, in the aisle seat. He had already switched seats earlier.

Fang Hui walked over with her books.

Then she said to Wang Yan, "Is it okay for you to sit in the back?"

Wang Yan smiled carelessly, "It's fine. I'm tall, and I'm used to it anyway."

Teacher Hou shook his head, "Go put your books away."

After seeing them place their books, he called them to the front of the classroom. Teacher Hou said, "Come, let's have our two new students introduce themselves. Everyone, give them a warm welcome."

The students applauded sparsely.

"Who wants to go first?"

Fang Hui looked at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan made a "please" gesture.

Fang Hui was a little nervous. She hesitated and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Fang Hui. Thank you."

There was no reaction from the audience.

Teacher Hou said, "Clap, clap. Classmate Fang Hui is a bit shy. Please help her out more in the future."

After the scattered applause died down, Wang Yan said with a full voice, "Wang Yan."

Everyone was waiting for him to continue, but after a moment, Wang Yan didn't say anything else.

Teacher Hou coughed and said, "Alright, let's welcome classmate Wang Yan."

After the perfunctory applause, Teacher Hou said, "You two can go back to your seats, and we'll start class."

"Last class, we discussed..."

Although it's a bit cheeky, this younger brother still wants to say something.

When writing <The Year in a Hurry>, it's inevitable to reminisce about past glories.

This younger brother saw today that a significant portion of the reader demographics are under 17.

I don't know if that's due to registered age or actual age statistics.

During your growth, countless people have told you to study hard, and I'm sure you're tired of hearing it.

But this younger brother still advises you to read fewer novels when you have the chance.

You'd be better off reading more serious books with that time.

If you really can't stand reading them, write yourself. It's best to write historical pieces, research more, it's better than reading novels.

That's all I have to say.

And there are even female readers for this younger brother's books? It's quite perplexing.

The people who read the most of this younger brother's novels, written in his non-standard Mandarin, are the big brothers from Guangdong. It's truly magical.