Chapter 149 Extra 1

The new home is near the school. It's a rented house. Wei Li sold his old house for 200 yuan and can rent it for a year, which is already a very good price.

He was still in the stage of starting a business and needed to invest money. He couldn't afford a decent house in the capital, but the school dormitory conditions were really not good. The key thing was that he couldn't bear to be separated from her.

Although Wei Li said he would break her legs if she dared to run off with another male student, he couldn't bring himself to do it because hitting someone in a society governed by the rule of law can land him in jail.

He was also afraid that Zhao Xiheng would fall in love with someone else, so he simply rented a house to accompany her while she studied and to keep an eye on her.

It was originally said that the mathematics department would admit fifty students this year, but upon arrival, it was discovered that, influenced by popular trends, half of them had switched to Chinese literature and history.

This year's mathematics department has only about twenty students left.

The lecturer, looking at the sparsely populated classroom, humorously remarked, "It's not about the quantity of people, but their quality."

The school is filled with a strong academic atmosphere and a trendy spirit. In their spare time, at dusk, you can often see young men and women, shy and innocent, strolling hand in hand, too shy to even hold hands.

When Wei Li was busy, Zhao Xiheng would eat at the canteen and buy meal tickets; when she was free, he would bring her meals.

One explanation is that she's worried about not eating well, while another is that she's asserting her sovereignty.

"Is your boyfriend bringing you lunch again this day?" The girl next to her tossed her long braid and asked with a smile.

"He's been busy lately, so he probably won't have time for it."

"That's great! Let's go eat at the cafeteria!" the female student clapped her hands and laughed.

The two walked out hand in hand and saw a male student from the Chinese department running towards them with a canvas bag. He stopped in front of them, touched his hair to make sure it was neat, and then showed a set of white teeth. "Zhao, want to go eat? Let's go together."

The female classmate who was holding hands with Zhao Xiheng had a frozen face. Who didn't know what the other was thinking?

"Little Zhao has a boyfriend."

“Last year’s senior Chen already had a child, but he still went for true love without hesitation. How could I back down because of this little setback? Pursuing freedom and breaking free from constraints is what we should pursue.”

"I also wanted to discuss with Zhao the impact of Marxist-Engels' stance, direction, and viewpoints on modern China."

Zhao Xiheng didn't want to discuss these things with him; just hearing those two names gave her a headache. She was passionate and inspired when reading, but when she actually tried to write, her hand ached and her eyes blurred.

Wei Li came in carrying a lunchbox and heard something about Magnes Enkes.

It sounds like a foreign name.

He was both ashamed and angry, and grabbed the net bag, ready to rush over, but the male student said, "If you don't want to talk about ideas, that's fine. Let's talk about Mr. Qian Zhongshu's 'Fortress Besieged'. Or we can watch the moon together tonight; the moonlight must be beautiful."

When the male student finished speaking, he couldn't help but blush and hesitate.

Wei Li didn't understand what those two foreigners were talking about, and then this "siege" thing popped up. What siege? Which siege?

Wei Li shrank back against the wall, finding it difficult to take another step.

He wore a crisp, clean white shirt, trying to look more presentable than the male students, but his mind was just as clean and white as the shirt...

Zhao Xiheng is a college student now, and she has a lot of knowledge in her head. Nowadays, people talk about soulmates, about having similar interests, but he can't talk to her about anything.

He couldn't understand a word his classmate was saying.

Her shallowness pales in comparison to her profound knowledge; if this continues, she'll probably get impatient sooner or later.

He felt he wasn't being overly pessimistic, but rather that this was bound to happen sooner or later.

If Marx, Engels, and Qian Zhongshu are all serious topics, then the last sentence is, "The moonlight tonight must be beautiful."

Zhao Xiheng immediately understood the implied meaning of flirting.

Who doesn't know that this is a confession?

She has a boyfriend, and this brat still dares to talk to her like that?

The male student hesitated, then gently patted Zhao Xiheng's shoulder, "Zhao..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Xiheng turned around, raised her hand, broke his hand, and pressed it to the ground. He cried out in pain, attracting the attention of passersby.

"I advise you to speak more respectfully," she said sternly, letting go of his hand. Suddenly, she noticed Wei Li huddled in the corner, coughing lightly twice, looking rather embarrassed.

"The weather is so nice today. What should we eat?"

Wei Li glanced at the male classmate who was yelling and screaming. Serves him right!

Instead of taking Zhao Xiheng's hand as before, he handed her the lunchbox and said, "Open it yourself."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhao Xiheng touched the warm lunchbox, a little confused. Could it be that he was scared away because she was too fierce earlier? No way, didn't she hit him before?

Wei Li was listless all afternoon, so Chen Ruojiang asked him, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

He looked at the bright sunshine and the leisurely white clouds, and suddenly asked wistfully, "Do you know Magus?"

? ? ?

Who is Magus?

Chen Ruojiang scratched his head.

"And what about Qian Zhongshu?"

"I know him, he's a very famous writer."

Wei Li couldn't communicate with him anymore, and his brows furrowed even deeper. Look, Chen Ruojiang was no longer in the same cultural class as him.

Zhao Xiheng noticed that Wei Li had been away from home these days, only returning once every three to five days, and often it was already midnight when he came back, where he would simply sleep on the sofa in the living room.

Chen Ruojiang said they haven't been that busy lately.

Alarm bells rang in her mind: Could it be that he was having an affair with another woman?

Now that he's rich, he's attracted a lot of attention.

But that can't be right, his personality shouldn't be like that.

Wei Li quietly opened the door and returned home in the middle of the night. The dark living room gave him a great sense of security.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put the dictionary and books on the shoe cabinet, and took off his coat.

These days, he doesn't know how to face Zhao Xiheng. He doesn't know anything about Marx or Engels, nor about the Fortress Besieged, let alone the advanced mathematics in her homework. He simply can't find a topic to talk about.

Then I can only chat less, to avoid her disliking me if we don't click.

This way, you can pretend that your feelings won't fade away.

"Snap!" The small lamp next to the sofa was suddenly turned on, and Zhao Xiheng, wearing a white cotton nightgown, sat next to the lamp, her small face fair and beautiful.

Wei Li was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.

"You're back?"

"Hmm." He nodded, forcing himself to speak.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"have eaten."

He dawdled over washing up, while Zhao Xiheng put away the dictionary, "Fortress Besieged," and "Marxist Philosophy" from the shoe cabinet. She glanced down at the covers and probably knew something.

He must have heard what that boy said that day.

Wei Li has a bad temper. He always shrinks away over trivial matters. Sometimes she finds him pitiful and cute, and other times she is so angry that she wants to hit him.

Wei Li came out with his hair still wet. His gaze fell on the book she was holding, and he immediately tensed up, his eyes widening.

He couldn't understand either of the two books, but he was trying very hard to read them.

Zhao Xiheng put down the book, took the towel, and rubbed the dog's head. "I don't like these two books. Let's go to Xinhua Bookstore tomorrow and buy a copy of Journey to the West."

He recently watched a pilot episode of Journey to the West on TV, and he really enjoyed it.

Wei Li was still in a daze, his whole body damp with moisture, and he had an almost naive bewilderment.

Zhao Xiheng smiled, leaned over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips.

He blinked, then suddenly lowered his head and began to gently bite her cheeks and collarbone, his hands gripping her waist and tightening around her as his breathing became rapid.

The bed in the bedroom is really bad; it's one of those metal frame beds. Sometimes it creaks when you turn over, and if you move any bigger, the neighbors will know what you're doing and will come knocking on the door.

Wei Li thought bitterly that he must change houses in the future, and the bed must be made of wood.

He picked her up and pressed her against the wall. To find a foothold, Zhao Xiheng had to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Wei Li held her waist, lifted her skirt, leaned close, and mischievously blew into her ear, "Don't make a sound, or someone will hear you."

He's so clever; the bed won't make a sound if it's not in bed.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. Knowing what this lecherous scoundrel was about to do, she didn't resist. She just lowered her head and bit his neck, afraid that she would make a sound out of embarrassment.

In 1988, Zhao Xiheng had just graduated with a master's degree and stayed on to teach at the university, where she taught first-year students advanced mathematics.

She was young, about the same age as the students, and her classes were lively, but her grades weren't outstanding. The dean talked to her, hoping she could further improve her teaching quality.

She was so worried she was going bald.

Wei Li not only couldn't help, but he also gloated.

Therefore, the conclusion is that men are useless.

Over the years, he has expanded his logistics business nationwide, accumulating considerable wealth. Although his education level has improved, it feels like his primary school education has already hit a ceiling.

Fortunately, the other bosses at that time weren't very educated either, so he wasn't too conspicuous.

He finally got to move into a bigger house, a two-story villa. Most importantly, the bed he had been longing for was also replaced; it was huge and very sturdy.

Zhao Xiheng sat on the balcony, hugging a book, burying her face in it, so worried she was almost asleep.

Wei Li patted her hair and kissed her cheek. "It's okay. If I can't teach her well, I won't teach her anymore."

These words sounded reassuring. Zhao Xiheng yawned, snuggled into his arms, and fell asleep.

I seem to be sleeping more these days, and my waist has gotten rounder. How did I get so fat at such a young age?

As the business grew, social engagements became inevitable. Wei Li had a bad temper, and being a leading young talent in the industry, everyone was happy to flatter him.

Flattery can sometimes be inappropriate, but this time it's to express respect to two young and fresh-faced girls.

Wei Li, unusually, wasn't angry. He even rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment, "Are there any college students?"

The others were astonished.

Ah! Boss Wei is now taking women in too? But his taste is really different; he has to be cultured.

They quickly found several female college students and sent them to Wei Li's home.

Zhao Xiheng was completely bewildered.

Wei Li went back happily and proudly introduced the girls to Zhao Xiheng, saying, "Quick! Practice with them. If you can't do it well, we'll find someone to explain it a few more times. You'll definitely get it right, don't worry."

He was a rude person, and Zhao Xiheng was no better. They paid the students a salary without any courtesy, used them as practice subjects, and even gave them mini-tests every week.

The college students who successfully graduated from Mr. Wei's home said that they would be letting down after three months of inhuman advanced mathematics study if they didn't transfer to the mathematics department. They thanked Mr. Wei and Professor Zhao for giving them a spiritual baptism.

Zhao Xiheng's teaching quality also received positive feedback at the end of the semester.

He's just not in good health, and sometimes his complexion looks terrible.

There was a teacher from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department in the office. She had been observing Zhao Xiheng for several days, resting her chin on her hand. "Little Zhao, why don't you go to the hospital and see a gynecologist?" She winked. "Maybe there'll be good news~"