For an author, it is a very pleasant experience to witness his readers fighting against haters. No matter when, it is a pleasant thing to see someone who likes you defend yourself.
Le Jing took off the napkin around his neck (it looked a bit silly to eat watermelon with it on), and began to watch with great interest the impending catfight.
The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Bai Shaoyao to admit it so readily. Knowing that Bai Shaoyao was not a decent girl, he spoke bluntly: "I have never fucked a whore, no wonder you are so protective of the night watchman. What's the matter? I just said that you whores pay him to have sex with them, and you are angry because I told you the truth?"
Bai Shaoyao was stunned for a moment, but she was not angry. She just gave the man a subtle smile.
"Bullshit! How dare you talk to my woman like that? I'll shoot you!" A middle-aged man stood up from a seat nearby and walked over angrily. He had an aura of authority that made him look like an extraordinary person.
The man pushed his glasses, obviously a little afraid of the fierce aura on him, but still said fiercely: "Hey, the people who support this bitch are here. Sir, I have to advise you, this bitch has a pair of beautiful arms that thousands of people have pillowed, and she might even use your money to support the night watchman's pretty boy. I'm doing this for your own good, don't be ungrateful."
Bai Shaoyao turned her face away, and her eyes were almost instantly filled with tears. She frowned slightly, and with a pitiful look of tears in her eyes, she threw herself into the man's arms and cried, "Sir, it doesn't matter if I am scolded for my humble body, but those two bastards actually bullied you because of me... Sir, please let me die. You can't let a bitch like me defile your innocence!" Although she said this, the young lady's body lay firmly in the middle-aged man's arms, without moving an inch.
The man was indeed extremely distressed. He wiped away the tears from Bai Shaoyao's eyes with his hands with a look of pity, and said softly, "My dear, please don't say that. I redeem you and bring you home to be my concubine, not to kill you."
The man glanced at the two people opposite him with fierce eyes, sneered, and then Le Jing witnessed a unique cursing award. The two people were still concerned about their reputation as scholars, and their cursing was more "elegant", but this middle-aged man didn't have so many concerns. His rich vocabulary and superb cursing skills made Le Jing amazed. The cursing of the shrews Le Jing had seen in the future were nothing compared to this man's. Judging from their dress, the two people were also scholars. They had never seen such a way of quarreling that was more tragic than the shrews' cursing, so they were stunned. Even if they reluctantly replied a few words, they were scolded by the man's violent curses and couldn't raise their heads.
Naturally, the noise made by the few people could not be hidden from the people in the restaurant. Soon, a man who looked like a manager came running over with sweat on his forehead. When the man finally stopped cursing because he was satisfied, he smiled and nodded to the man and said, "Marshal Xue, what happened? These two people were blind and offended you. I'll have them driven out immediately. Please calm down, calm down."
Le Jing almost wanted to laugh. He thought that if the two were given a chance to start over, they would definitely regret verbally abusing Bai Shaoyao. The most likely possibility for a prostitute to appear in such a magnificent restaurant was that she was accompanying one of her patrons for dinner, and the patrons who would come to such a restaurant were either rich or noble. The three words "Marshal Xue" represented too much. Since he traveled through time, he had seen this name in newspapers many times. Even in later generations, this marshal was a famous patriotic warlord, but he was... well, he had a bad temper.
Sure enough, the two men's faces changed drastically the moment they heard this title. Brother Zichen asked in a lost voice, "Marshal Xue? Which Marshal Xue?"
Marshal Xue sneered, "I don't know, in China, besides me, Xue, who else with the surname Xue dares to call himself Marshal!" He didn't even look at the steward who was bent like a shrimp, but just waved his hand and said to the adjutant, "Drag these two people out and deal with them."
The two men who were shouting just now were now pale, their legs trembling, and they were about to collapse. The adjutant grabbed one of them by the arm with one hand, and dragged the two forward as if they were two chickens, leaving the two screaming like pigs being slaughtered, "No! You can't! Xue Meng, you can't kill me! Even if you are the commander-in-chief, you can't stop the world from talking nonsense!" The further the adjutant walked, the more the two cried, and the more shrill their screams became, "Xue Meng, you evil husband! You will not die well! You will be punished!" After a few breaths, the air was filled with the smell of urine, and some of them actually peed.
The restaurant was completely silent. The guests who were originally chatting and laughing in low voices became as quiet as a cicada. No one was stupid enough to ask the two men for mercy, for fear of accidentally provoking the evil spirit Xue Meng.
After the adjutant dragged the two men away and their shouts could no longer be heard in the restaurant, Xue Meng stroked his round chin and laughed, "What? Did those two guys really think I was going to kill him? I was just teaching them a lesson. After all, I'm not a bloodthirsty person." He bowed to the guests who were watching him closely and showed an amiable smile, but there was still a murderous look in his eyes and eyebrows: "It's my fault for disturbing you brothers. How about this, I'll be the host today and all your expenses will be charged to my account. Everyone, eat and drink well!"
Then some people started to applaud and praised Marshal Xue for being magnanimous and generous. As for the two people who had just been dragged away by the adjutant, no one cared.
Bai Shaoyao also fell delicately into Marshal Xue's arms, and threw a bunch of corny flattery to him without cost, which made Xue Meng, who had a fierce look on his face just now, smile happily. He became as soft as steel and called him "my darling" all the time, looking like he loved him very much.
It turns out that these days you can’t become a famous prostitute without some skills.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Li Shuran looked at her brother's subtle expression and asked in a low voice.
Le Jing was vague. How could he tell Li Shuran that he suddenly had the feeling that Bai Shaoyao was using another man's power to support him? If he thought about it carefully, he had reached the highest level of being a gigolo. This feeling was too subtle, so he should not say it out loud to ruin his image in Li Shuran's mind.
Le Jing shook his head and completely let the matter go as an episode.
…
After a week of preparation, Le Jing finally had 50,000 manuscripts for "The Rise of Dynasties". He took out 30,000 of them and put them in an envelope, and formally submitted the manuscript to "Peking Fiction News".
There is another severe test waiting for him next.
Primary school student Li Shuran has just finished her final exams, and Le Jing, as the only parent, is going to attend her parent-teacher meeting.
I didn't expect that even after traveling back a hundred years, he still couldn't get rid of the parent-teacher conference. But at least he has evolved, because this time it is his turn to hold a parent-teacher conference for others.
But even if Le Jing was precocious, she was still a minor. If she was holding a parent-teacher conference for her sister who was only three years younger than her, people who didn't know would probably think that Li Shuran didn't do well in the exam so she didn't dare to let her parents come to school. If it were a hundred years later, the teacher might complain that the person Li Shuran found online to hold the parent-teacher conference on her behalf was too unprofessional.
In fact, Li Shuran's final exam results were quite good, ranking third out of the 30 students in the class. The little girl was very proud and was unhappy because she didn't get first place, but in Le Jing's opinion, this was already a very good result. You know, after Le Jing was eight years old, his grades have always been in the middle of the class.
What happened that year? Oh, he remembered.
He saw with his own eyes how his mother tortured and killed the old dog that they had raised for seven years, and how she dismembered the body and buried it in the community garden with a smile. His mother was laughing so happily at that time.
From that time on, he knew that his mother was an alien who was not tolerated by the world. So Le Jing had to hide, otherwise he would be killed.
Le Jing actually liked that dog very much, what a pity.
Le Jing raised his wrist to check his watch and found that it was getting late. He had to start packing. In order to make himself look more mature, Le Jing specially ordered a suit. It was just delivered today and he hadn't worn it yet.
He put on a dark blue suit and a tie, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, he almost laughed out loud. Suit nowadays did not have the concept of slim fit like later generations, so suits nowadays are generally made wide and big, with thick shoulder pads, trying to make people look tall and mighty. If Li Jingran was an adult, it would be fine, but his cheeks were still childish, and his appearance was like his mother's delicate and pretty face. At first glance, he was obviously a teenager. Wearing such a suit was like a child stealing adult clothes, not to mention how funny it was.
Although this is the current aesthetic, Le Jing declined. He took off his suit and found a moon-white long gown to wear. Compared with the ill-fitting suit, the long gown looks more energetic. That's it. Le Jing adjusted his collar and called Li Shuran to go out in style.
As the saying goes, age is not a factor in ambition. Le Jing also said, age is not a factor in attending parent-teacher meetings. As the eldest brother, he has the ambition to replace Li Tingye as Li Shuran's father and attend parent-teacher meetings, so let's not worry about his age.
When they arrived at Kaiming Middle School, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. The parent-teacher meeting was to be held at three o'clock in the afternoon, so Le Jing and his friends arrived early.
"Brother, let me take you around our school."
Le Jing nodded and asked, "Where is your school's library? I want to go there and read some books."
Kaiming Middle School is probably the favorite son of the Education Bureau, so the library here is very large. As soon as Le Jing walked in, he was shocked by the dense crowds of people sitting on the ground reading. Such a strong reading atmosphere is hard to see in later generations. Le Jing remembered that a big man in later generations recalled his student life at Southwest Associated University, saying that he and his classmates went to the library to reserve seats before dawn, and the door was trampled several times.
Studying in this era is linked to the destiny of the country and the nation. "Studying for the rise of China" is not an empty talk. That is why more than ten years later, one hundred thousand young people will take up arms and there will be a national war with "every inch of land and every inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand soldiers".
Somehow, Le Jing remembered the poem he had said to satirize Nan Tang, "In the sweet toilet of Japan, I am willing to be a happy maggot." In this situation, Le Jing wanted to change it into another poem: "In the sweet smell of books, I am willing to be a happy patriot."
"Our school's library is a public library funded by the government, so it is open to the public free of charge. Anyone can read books as long as they apply for a library card, but they cannot take the books away..."
Le Jing could no longer hear what Li Shuren said next because he found a notice about the recruitment of librarians on the diagonal wall.
The author has something to say:
Let me tell you a truth.
Don't delay librarians' salaries.
Well... you probably know what the consequences are.
If you don't know, don't ask. Use Baidu, otherwise you will be banned 233333
Many readers said that they could hardly find my book after the name change... What do you think of the current name? Also, I'm going to change the cover tomorrow. I can't stand the system's default cover anymore! It's too ugly! The new cover is an ancient style cover, because I thought about it and based on my current brain, there are more ancient worlds, so it's better to use an ancient style cover. I haven't used an ancient style cover yet (rubbing hands excitedly)
Then, report! I have good news for you!
Sisters, I passed my graduation defense by luck! I tossed and turned all night last night, and when I woke up this morning, my gums were swollen because of inflammation. But no matter what, it’s great to pass it! ! !
Thank you for your good luck!! Thank you for your concern for me. My ankle is no longer swollen now! I don’t have any other major problems except that it still hurts when I walk! By the way, I dropped my phone when I was going downstairs on the way to the defense today... Fortunately, only the tempered glass was broken. I really feel that I have been in Mercury retrograde recently, so I can only write more to accumulate good luck!
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