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Chapter 43 Chapter 43 I had a crush in high school After lunch, Zhang Zexuan pushed Xie Chun into his room. This room is not big, with faded posters of football stars on the walls, bookshelves filled with old comics, and blue plaid sheets. There is a lingering atmosphere of adolescence everywhere, and a sense of nostalgia that has been gently shelved by time. "Wait a moment." Zhang Zexuan squatted down in front of the closet and began to rummage through a pile of clothes. T-shirts, sweatshirts, and…-
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Chapter 42 Chapter 42 I meet my parents, my dad meets my parents, haha... "Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door. Lin Yi opened his eyes and found that Shen Beidao was not around. There was a slight noise from the direction of the kitchen, and the moment he regained consciousness, he smelled the aroma of xiaolongbao. "Teacher Shen~" Lin Yi shouted vaguely toward the door, "There is someone knocking on the door." "Here we come." Shen Beidao's voice came from the living room, followed by…
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Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Are you born in the year of the tortoise? Jiangzhou University, conference hall on the third floor of the Administration Building. The meeting was supposed to discuss the teaching reform plan for the next semester, but at this moment it subtly deviated from the track. "Dean, in addition to teaching work, shouldn't we individual teachers also pay attention to the impact of personal issues on the school?" Professor Wang pushed up his glasses and said it casually, but his eyes…
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Before Grain Buds The ceiling fan spun above the third-floor classroom of the Miluo Building. Its bearings, starved of oil, emitted a rhythmic creak with every rotation. A breeze brushed against the back of Wei Zhiheng’s neck, carrying away a hint of heat, but the collar of his white shirt was already soaked through. The fabric clung to his collarbones, sticking to his skin. His right hand gripped a 0.5 mm black gel pen, the tip hovering just above the bubbling-in box for question twelve on the answer…-
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Start of Summer Around four in the afternoon. Wei Zhiheng stood before the security door of Unit 3, Building 6, Room 601 in the Faculty Housing. His left fingers hooked around a plastic bag containing freshly pressed rice noodles bought at the school gate, the scent of sour bamboo shoots seeping through the thin film. His right hand gripped a key, the metal teeth digging into his palm, pressing against a purpura that had yet to fade. A scent drifted from the gap beneath the door: first, the chemical tang…
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After Grain Rain The geography lesson reached the Peru Current. The projector cast blue arrows onto the screen, the light piercingly bright. Wei Zhiheng sat in the penultimate row, a fixed dark shadow in the upper right of his vision—a retinal hemorrhage point, the size of a needle tip, which had appeared three days ago. He squinted; the ocean current arrows on the blackboard distorted at the edge of the shadow, looking like exudate from a ruptured blood vessel. The arrows were supposed to point from…
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Before Grain Rain When the final echoes of the campus curfew bell were cut off by the iron gate, Wei Zhiheng was pressing the second knuckle of his finger against the sound-activated light switch in the third-floor corridor of Changgu Building. The plastic panel had a crack in it, layered with years of dust, and a frost-like powder rubbed off onto his fingertip, embedding itself dryly under his nail. The light hummed with an electrical overload as it flickered on, the vibrating tungsten filament…
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summer solstice Huang Jinye pushed open the door of the art classroom on the third floor of Changgu Tower.The door shaft was short of oil, causing a dry groan that echoed in the corridor.He stepped over the threshold with his right knee first, and felt a sharp pain in the joint cavity. The accumulated water was squeezed to the edge of the meniscus, causing him to hold on to the door frame and dig into the peeling green paint with his fingers. Someone has been in the classroom.Wei Zhiheng's pine easel,…
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Xiaoman morning. Wei Mingyuan squatted in the middle of the living room in Building 601, Building 6, Teachers' Family Building.The kneecaps made a dry scraping sound, the wood crackled.There was a crack on the side of the index finger of his right hand, oozing with yellow water. It was caused when he was planing the wooden frame the day before yesterday.The liquid stained the pine frame, mixed with the paint, and formed a transparent scab. The last canvas of "Skylight" is spread out in front of…
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Qingming The water level that rattled the skylights rose. Huang Jinye squatted on the fourth raised limestone.When the right knee is bent, there is no customary gurgling sound in the joint cavity.The water is stagnant, as if frozen by low temperatures.He paused and adjusted his center of gravity, placing the weight on his left leg and his right knee hanging in the air.There were cries from above the river bank. Feminine, repressed, torn apart by the mountain wind.Huang Jinye's fingers stopped in…
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