"I'm exhausted, I can't go on anymore, I'm going to sleep for a while, don't forget to wake me up to wash up later!"

"Me too, I'm going to sleep now!"

Looking at his three roommates sprawled out on the bed, twisted and turned, Jiang Sheng shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, I'm not sleepy anyway. I'll wake you guys up for dinner later. Everyone should get some rest early tonight."

As soon as Jiang Sheng finished speaking, the three people in front of him had already fallen asleep.

It's good to be young; you can fall asleep so early.

Jiang Sheng sighed inwardly, sat down at his desk, spread out a sheet of paper, and picked up a pen.

He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Jiang Sheng grabbed a pen and began writing furiously on the paper.

Military training starts tomorrow, and once it begins, he won't have time to leave the school easily.

Therefore, he still needs to prepare everything he needs in advance before the start of military training.

For example, the poem he is currently writing right now.

Jiang Sheng had made up his mind. The best way to refute the rumors was to show everyone his true strength.

Only by doing this can we completely shut up those rumors and make them disappear without a trace.

The city of Yanjing is now so bustling, with many poetry enthusiasts, the largest force of whom are educated youth.

The vast majority of these educated youth were students.

Only when this story spread among these educated youths, and they were deeply captivated by the charm of poetry, could this event truly resonate with them.

The dirty water that was splashed on him could be completely washed away as a result.

That's why he waited until after school started to do it.

After finishing the poem and looking at the few lines above, Jiang Sheng put down his pen and stretched.

The content written above is none other than the most famous representative work of the Misty Poetry style by the poet Gu Cheng from a previous life—

—A Generation

The content is very simple, consisting of only a few sentences.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light."

Although the sentence is very simple, Jiang Sheng knew that in his previous life, this poem was one of the representative works of the Misty Poetry Movement of the New Era, and it was widely circulated.

Later, someone even composed a song for him, which became even more widely circulated, and almost all Chinese people could sing a few lines along.

Since this poem achieved such great success in its previous life, it will naturally not be buried by worldly affairs now that it has been reborn.

Having finished writing the poem, and seeing everyone sleeping soundly, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

It's only a little past three in the afternoon. These three all went to bed quite late yesterday, so it's normal for them to feel sleepy now.

Jiang Sheng didn't wake the three of them. Instead, he took the letter he had written and turned to leave the dormitory.

Riding his bicycle, Jiang Sheng arrived at the post office in no time.

The post office wasn't very crowded at this time, perhaps because it was almost closing time. The staff had finished organizing everything that needed to be done that day and were preparing to leave.

However, just then, when the postman finished his work, he saw Jiang Sheng walking over.

Upon seeing Jiang Sheng, a hint of surprise flashed in the postman's eyes.

For no other reason than that he still remembered the boy who sent the letter.

The reason he remembered it was because when Jiang Sheng continued writing earlier, he casually glanced at the sender's name.

At the time, he just thought the name sounded nice and didn't think much of it.

Later, Jiang Yuesheng's poem gained tremendous attention in China and became a huge hit. Only then did he unexpectedly discover that the person who sent the letter he had received was Jiang Yuesheng.

Seeing Jiang Sheng approaching again, the postman's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Young man, you've come to send another letter?"

Jiang Sheng was a little surprised that the postman remembered him, but he still nodded and said, "Yes, thank you for your help, Uncle."

Although Jiang Yuesheng's poem caused a great deal of controversy, the postman was one of the few people in the post office who supported Jiang Yuesheng.

He felt that this kind-looking young man, who spoke with great politeness, could not possibly have plagiarized someone else's poetry as others claimed.

Seeing that Jiang Sheng had handed over another letter, the postman couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

"This young man writes very good poetry. If he submits it to Xinhua News Agency again, it will definitely become a huge hit!"

Faced with the postman's encouragement, a hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Sheng's eyes.

However, he quickly realized what was happening and smiled as he thanked the postman.

"Thank you very much, Uncle. I'll take your kind words with me."

There aren't many people who can believe him, and Jiang Sheng was actually quite moved by the postman's words of encouragement.

The postman took the envelope, looked at the address on it, and sure enough, it was the Xinhua News Agency in Yanjing. He nodded and gave Jiang Sheng a word of encouragement.

"Young man, work hard, you'll definitely have a bright future!"

After thanking the postman, Jiang Sheng rode his bicycle away from the post office.

Unbeknownst to him, at the same time he left the post office, a figure appeared at the Shengde Canned Food Processing Plant.

That person was none other than Song Huaping, a former intern at Xinhua News Agency who had just been promoted to a full-time position.

He had been thinking for a while about visiting the so-called poet Jiang Yuesheng at the school.

Unfortunately, as an intern, I had no chance to ask for leave. After all, so many people were watching my position, and if anything went wrong, I would lose my job.

Now that I've finally been promoted to a permanent position, I even get two days off every week.

He could use this time to come to Shengde Canned Food Factory and find the poet named Jiang Yuesheng as soon as possible.

"If only I could find him..."

Song Huaping muttered to himself, his face full of anticipation.

He believed that Jiang Yuesheng was a very talented poet.

It would be such a pity if I couldn't meet him.

Thinking this, Song Huaping mustered his courage, stepped forward, and smiled at the old man guarding the gate.

"Sir, may I ask you about someone?"

The gatekeeper looked up and glanced warily at Song Huaping. Seeing that the other man looked quite upright, he nodded.

Whom do you want to inquire about?

Song Huaping quickly spoke up, saying, "It's a person named Jiang Yuesheng. Do you remember him?"

"Jiang Yuesheng..."

The gatekeeper pondered for a moment, seemingly thinking of someone with that name in his mind.