Chapter 89 I am Li Leshan "If you don't have anything to do in the future... don't come here to learn..."

Jiang Yueming bought a set of practice questions, and he had Xu Qing give them to Li Leshan. Xu Qing asked for leave today, and it took a lot of pleading and persuasion to finally get her to come out. It's not easy to ask for leave at Shiga High School; it has to be reported up and down the chain of command, first to the class monitor, then to the homeroom teacher, and then to the grade director... It's no exaggeration to say that it feels like it has to be reported all the way up to the United Nations.

Xu Qing joked, "Why would I bring over the questions you bought? What if Li Leshan thinks I bought them?"

Jiang Yueming smiled, but her tone was much calmer, "Then you can buy it."

Xu Qing was just joking; she didn't expect Jiang Yueming to respond like that. She thought he would tease her, saying, "You wish!" This bland reply was nothing like Jiang Yueming at all.

"What's wrong with you two lately?" Xu Qing's sixth sense told her that something was amiss.

"It's nothing. Aren't you going the same way? It's a long way for me, so it's not convenient for me to give you a ride," Jiang Yueming said.

Xu Qing clicked her tongue. What he said was true. When she was looking for Li Leshan, she never thought it was too far. It spanned three bridges. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think that distance was only three hundred meters in Jiang Yueming's eyes.

"Okay, alright." Xu Qing accepted the workbooks. "Don't just buy them for Li Leshan. He does enough problems every day. Buy some for yourself too."

Xu Qing heard about it, from what Han Jiang told her. She worked herself to the bone, doing two rounds of 100, two rounds of 200, and one round of 3,000, but only earned 700 in total. Most of the money went into the book.

"Hmm." Jiang Yueming nodded. The first thing he wanted to do after making money was to buy something for Li Leshan. If not for Li Leshan, then for Tian Tian, ​​his aunt, or his grandmother. He probably wouldn't even think of himself after thinking about it for several rounds.

"Oh right," Xu Qing remembered something and quickly said, "Remember to come to Shigao High School on Wednesday night."

"What, you're celebrating your birthday at the main gate? Another new idea this year, Miss?" Jiang Yueming thought she'd lost her mind. He remembered that her birthday was in the Iron Pagoda Park the year before last, and in the small park under the Lijiang Bridge last year. What, this year it's at the main gate of Shishi High School? Can she even manage to celebrate in this place?

"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?" Xu Qing carried a bag of books, not minding how heavy it was. "I have two friends who live at school. I want to divide the cake at the gate so they can have some."

Xu Qing laughed after saying that, "Doesn't it feel like visiting someone in prison?"

“Yes,” Jiang Yueming smiled as well. He recalled the scene of delivering dumplings to Li Leshan during the winter vacation. How could it not feel like being separated by iron bars when separated by an iron gate? “Yes, let’s visit for another two years.”

Explore for another two years.

Will things really get better in two years?

Anyway, it should be better than it is now.

"Then I'm leaving," Xu Qing waved her hand vigorously at him, "I'll bring it to Li Leshan this afternoon, remember to come, you hear me!"

Jiang Yueming nodded, waved to Xu Qing, and turned to enter the school gate. He never asked Li Leshan about that matter again; since Li Leshan chose to keep it from him, there was no need for him to ask. From then on, apart from meeting on Saturdays and Sundays, Jiang Yueming didn't go to Shigao High School very often.

Xu Qing could only leave school on time, so Jiang Yueming picked up the cake for her first. The cake shop was near Shigao High School, so she could just walk there to pick it up. He wasn't really skilled at escorting the cake on his bicycle. What if it spilled, slanted, or crooked? Wouldn't he just be asking for trouble? Did he have a death wish?

This year, Han Jiang gave her a necklace, which he had saved up for a month's worth of breakfast money. But he said that this was not the most precious gift. He would prepare a bigger one for Xu Qing when she turned eighteen.

"So what are you going to give her when she turns eighteen?" Jiang Yueming asked mischievously.

Han Jiang was a loose cannon fodder; he had barely uttered a word when Jiang Yueming scared him back down.

"Tell me first, and I'll give it to you this year." Jiang Yueming smiled maliciously.

"Damn," Han Jiang thought to himself, thank goodness he didn't say anything, or his base would have been raided again. "Brother, don't scare me, you really don't have feelings for Xu Qing, right?"

With seven or eight years of friendship on their side, Han Jiang was really unsure. Although the two of them were always fighting and ready to kill each other whenever they met, and the probability of Li Leshan ending up with Jiang Yueming was higher than the probability of Xu Qing ending up with him, you never know.

Jiang Yueming remained silent for a long time, until Han Jiang became a little scared, before he finally spoke, "Han Jiang, I really don't like Xu Qing."

He dared not say that he liked someone else, let alone that the person he liked was Li Leshan.

I dare not, and I cannot.

As for when they could finally say it, Jiang Yueming felt that day would probably be after they all left Shengping and went their separate ways. If it happened quickly, it would be university; if not, he really didn't know when they could say it again.

In short, Han Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Actually, Jiang Yueming didn't want to discourage him. Was the problem with him? Even if he really liked Xu Qing, Xu Qing liked someone else, so it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't want to hurt Han Jiang, because to some extent he actually sympathized with Han Jiang; weren't they just like everyone else?

In a daze, Jiang Yueming heard a sound. He vaguely heard the name Li Leshan, and almost instantly, Jiang Yueming focused all his attention on that unfamiliar voice.

Xu Qing, Han Jiang, and Han Jiang's unrequited love were all instantly forgotten by him.

Who is calling his name?

Who is looking for him?

What happened to Li Leshan?

Jiang Yueming hurriedly placed the cake in the corner, took off her school uniform jacket and covered the cake with it, then rushed out of the crowd and found the person who was muttering the name "Li Leshan".

The man in front of her looked to be in his forties, with short, stubble-like hair, wearing a somewhat worn black jacket and mud-stained work pants. Jiang Yueming had never seen this man before, and he didn't look like a nice guy. It wasn't that Jiang Yueming was judging by appearances, but he really didn't look like a nice guy.

Shengping is very small, so small that you can bump into an acquaintance every few steps, although he wasn't very familiar with Shigao High School. But Li Leshan didn't have any relatives in Shengping.

"Who are you looking for?" Jiang Yueming looked directly into the man's eyes.

The man spoke with a dialect I couldn't place, definitely not from Shengping. Could it be Li Leshan's hometown? Or perhaps Chuanshan?

“You’re a student at Shishi High School,” the man said, looking Jiang Yueming up and down. “I’m looking for Li Leshan.”

Jiang Yueming glanced at the crowd around him, pondered for a moment, and then, without the slightest hesitation, declared, "I am Li Leshan."

Whether you want to fight or pick a fight, bring it on.

The man looked at him suspiciously, a hint of embarrassment in his smile. He muttered to himself, "Wrong person, wrong person," and then hurriedly turned and left.

Jiang Yueming stared at the man's back until he disappeared into the crowd.

He didn't know Li Leshan, or rather, he didn't know Li Leshan very well. So, excluding the possibility that he was a relative of Li Leshan or someone else, what was his purpose in seeking out Li Leshan?

Jiang Yueming was completely confused. Had he really contacted the wrong person?

"What are you doing standing here?" Xu Qing patted Jiang Yueming on the shoulder. She had noticed him standing there motionless for a long time earlier. "Where's the cake?"

She looked around but couldn't see the cake. "You...you ate it?"

Jiang Yueming pointed to the cake covered by a school uniform in the corner and said irritably, "Do you think I'm Lin Tiantian?"

"Oh, I have some small takeout boxes here. You can bring one to Tiantian later," Xu Qing said.

After an unknown amount of time—a minute, half a minute—Li Leshan walked up to her, and Jiang Yueming's hand trembled uncontrollably.

"You..." He frowned, "Haven't been sleeping well lately?"

"Him? You have no idea how crazy his class is." Han Jiang put his hand on Li Leshan's shoulder familiarly, making a series of "tsk" sounds. "The classes are about to be divided. The top students from the regular classes will go up, and the bottom students from the Tsinghua and Peking University classes will go down. They have mountains of homework every day."

"Let go of my hand," Jiang Yueming said.

Han Jiang was stunned. Before he could react, Li Leshan had already moved slightly to the side, almost imperceptibly avoiding Han Jiang's hand.

Han Jiang's hand froze in mid-air. To be honest, he didn't feel embarrassed, ashamed, or angry at all. He just felt the air drop to freezing point.

For some reason, the atmosphere felt really off. What happened? Han Jiang felt a chill run down his spine. Had they had a fight?!

Han Jiang glanced furtively at Jiang Yueming, then furtively at Li Leshan, and finally quietly left this place of trouble. Anyone who didn't run away at this point would be a fool. He also pulled Xu Qing, who was about to arrive, aside, telling her not to go there yet.

"You didn't sleep well?" Jiang Yueming asked again.

He didn't understand. If Li Leshan didn't attend that training course or the extended service anymore, how come he wasn't getting enough rest?

Li Leshan quickly shook his head, forced a smile, and said in sign language, "I went to bed a little late last night."

Seeing his exhausted face yet forced smile, Jiang Yueming's heart softened instantly. He was genuinely worried that Li Leshan wasn't doing well. He kept coming to see him and asking all sorts of questions, just to find out how he was doing.

"Is there a lot of homework?" Jiang Yueming asked in a gentler tone.

Li Leshan nodded.

"Is there any homework you need to copy? Chinese and English. I can't do the math or the ones with formulas, but I'll do the rest for you." Jiang Yueming thought for a long time before coming up with this idea.

Li Leshan smiled at him, "No. I can write it."

Looking at Li Leshan, Jiang Yueming suddenly recalled the man who had been asking him questions earlier, and he quickly asked, "Lele, have you been free lately?"

Li Leshan's heart tightened, and he instinctively shook his head.

“Someone was looking for you at the school gate just now,” Jiang Yueming said, recalling the person’s appearance. “I don’t know who it was; I don’t recognize him. He was a man, and he looked to be in his forties…”

The more Li Leshan listened, the more nervous he became. He felt as if the air around him had suddenly become thinner, making it hard for him to breathe.

Has Li Yong come to the school?

Did Jiang Yueming meet with Li Yong?

"What did he—" Li Leshan's hand trembled slightly, "tell you?"

Jiang Yueming didn't know what was going on. "They didn't say anything, so I'm just asking you. You must have the wrong person."

Li Leshan knew he hadn't come to the wrong person. As for why he hadn't said anything, he didn't know. He still didn't understand what Li Yong was up to this time; he had clearly already paid the money this month. Was Li Yong still at the school to warn him about something?

Grandma too, the school too. And Jiang Yueming—Li Yong promised him all of this, but he didn't do any of it!

What exactly is he trying to do?!

What else does he want?!

Li Leshan took a deep breath, "If you don't have anything to do in the future... don't come to school."