Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 108

The next da on, Monday, it started raining outside.

“Host, look!” The system was a little excited.

An Yinong raised his hand to tell the system to stop talking. He looked at the drizzle outside the window. ‘On a rainy Monday, the original owner’s family broke up.’ Was that today?

He went downstairs. It was rare that He Chengjue was there today.

“Is the sun rising from the west today?” An Yinong sat down at the table. He Chengjue looked at him and seemed to want to say something important. But An Yinong just lowered his head to eat, there was no talking while eating or sleeping.

“Ah, um, Atong, do you miss your mom?” He Chengjue finally couldn’t help but speak.

“No, Dad, do you miss her?”

“Actually, Dad wants to tell you something.”

However, An Yinong had already stood up after finishing his meal. He looked at his watch and said, “Dad, I have to go now. We can talk tonight if there is anything else.”

“Atong!” He Chengjue couldn’t keep him and watched him leave in a car.

An Yinong had a calm expression in the car and his fingers gently tapped on his schoolbag. He knew what He Chengjue was going to say, but he didn’t care. The original owner’s emotions had an impact on him, but he didn’t lose his composure because of it. He was thinking about what preparations he would need to make if he wanted to be a cartoonist.

The original owner’s voice was too soft, not suitable for singing, and the entertainment industry of this era was chaotic, so it was not easy to just sing quietly. He also had dyslexia, so he had a headache when he saw anything with a lot of words, so even as a boss, he felt pain when reading financial statements. After much thought, it seemed that he was more suitable to be a cartoonist.

When he arrived at the classroom, the first thing he saw was Zhang Wei, talking excitedly about how he met a homeless person the day before and then sent the person home. It was a quite simple matter, but Zhang Wei told it in a dramatic way, even describing the changes in facial expressions of the missing person’s family members vividly.

“Tiantong, is what Awei said true?” The classmates who were listening to the storytelling gathered around him as soon as they saw him.

“…” To be honest, An Yinong couldn’t remember what those people’s reactions were. He stayed for a while and then left. He was not quite used to the atmosphere of family reunion.

“Yeah.” He said hesitantly.

Zhang Wei immediately came over and hooked his neck: “Did you hear that? This is something we three did together, and all three of us can prove it. I’ve said it before, it’s my personal experience, and I can’t lie to anyone.”

The class suddenly became lively. They surrounded Zhang Wei and asked about the details of the incident. Zhao Gang shook his head. He looked up and saw An Yinong packing his schoolbag. He suddenly remembered the appearance of this “young master” in the ice room.

Inexplicably, Zhao Gang felt that the kind-hearted An Yinong was just pretending to be an ordinary student and playing with them. If he got serious, he would definitely… Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Gang saw An Yinong open the book, take a look, and then cover his head in pain.

“…” Okay, maybe there’s no pretense that studying was painful.

Why did dyslexia exist? It’s too difficult. Even An Yinong, who thought he had good self-control, had wanted to throw books many times. How did it feel every time you open a textbook and saw a group of words dancing hand in hand? How did it feel like that he had to read a question word by word, and may even make mistakes, when others could understand it at a glance?

In his previous life, An Yinong loved reading so much, but now he got a headache when he saw a book. Every time he opened a textbook, he feels like he was taking medicine for a disease. But few people would believe this kind of thing, let alone empathize with it.

“Bear with it.” He could only bite his lip and force himself to continue reading.

With this determination, An Yinong was very serious in class. The teacher tentatively asked him to answer questions, and he actually got all the answers right. They were very happy, and even the math teacher who was always serious couldn’t help but praise him for doing a good job today.

After class, the classmates gathered around him and asked with a smile why the young master worked so hard today.

An Yinong thought about it and said that he met a former classmate the day before yesterday and felt a little unwilling. He didn’t elaborate, but others would imagine that An Yinong wanted to work hard, become an excellent student and take revenge.

“The pressure is so great. The young master has already started to work hard.” Zhang Wei yelled as he was pinned down and beaten by An Yinong.

“Don’t call me Young Master anymore.”

During breaks he also drew cartoons for others, and his desktop cartoons became a new trend in the class. Even female classmates came over and lingered, wanting to get ahold of a beautiful lady.

In this kind of interaction, An Yinong became familiar with these classmates who had been together for more than half a year but had little contact with each other. They even made plans to go out and have fun in the future. In this atmosphere, An Yinong felt that the original owner’s emotional fluctuations were slowly smoothed out, and he seemed to be less resentful and desperate – this was of course false.

When he saw his English teacher Zhang Yu, that hatred surged up again, trying to drown An Yinong’s reason.

“I know she has been targeting you. I also know that her ‘goodness’ is full of ulterior motives. I know all this. I will tear off that layer of hypocrisy.”

He kept saying this to himself, as if to comfort the original owner, or as if to comfort himself.

The last class of the day was English. Teacher Zhang was wearing an expensive white suit. She picked up the pointer and her watch, which was accidentally revealed, was shining.

That day she still called An Yinong to answer questions.

“Teacher, I have a question.” An Yinong did not answer, but asked a question in return.

“In English class, you should use English.” Teacher Zhang said in Chinese with an accent, just like someone who had just returned to China in the early years, and naturally carried the dignity of someone who studied abroad. Yes, in Hong Kong at this age, speaking English was more noble than speaking Chinese.

“No, this question is more appropriate in Chinese.”

Teacher Zhang nodded, looked at him and sighed, with disappointment in his eyes, but he said softly: “Go ahead.”

“Teacher, asking questions to students in class is generally to see whether the students are listening carefully and to test their mastery of the knowledge they have learned. Am I right?”

She nodded.

“So, every now and then, you would spend long nights talking with my father who never came home, flipping through the glow-in-the-dark English books and discussing my study problems with him in bed.”

At this point, he laughed and looked at Teacher Zhang Yu, whose eyes suddenly changed, with the same gentle expression: “Then you should know my learning level very well. Why do you still care about my learning progress every class?”

“You…” Her lip trembled and she could hardly hold the pointer in her hand.

An Yinong looked at her, still smiling: “Considering that I have parents and they are still married, I assume that you are absolutely kind and have no vested interests involved. Then… can you share some of the care you give to me with other people?”

After saying this, An Yinong stopped laughing and looked at Teacher Zhang, whose face was pale and blue, with a cold expression. The whole class fell silent, and everyone stared at Teacher Zhang. But she was speechless at the moment. Perhaps she had never thought that this matter would break out in such a dramatic way.

After a long while, she finally found her voice: “No, it’s not what you think…”

“I didn’t think anything. Even if you were lying with my father, talking openly and telling me how terrible my performance was, I didn’t think much about it. I believe you are innocent, I believe you have the ethics of a teacher, I believe you are a good person, and I believe that the brand-name watch on your wrist is just a thank-you gift from my father as a parent.”

An Yinong said word by word: “I dare to believe it, do you dare to do it?”

Teacher Zhang trembled.

The school bell rang, and Miss Zhang ran away in small steps, holding her chest. The class was in an uproar after she left.

“Oh my god… I didn’t expect that at all.”

“Me too.”

An Yinong lowered his head to pack his schoolbag. Other classmates came over and asked, “Is it true? Is she really… with your dad?”

“Don’t I believe she’s innocent?”

“Tsk.” This expression was too fake, no one believed it, so they asked again, “Then if you tell me now, aren’t you afraid that your dad will be mad?”

“He’s angry with me?” An Yinong thought about what was going to happen today, “He might not have time to be angry.”

“Hmm?” An Yinong’s voice was too soft and the man couldn’t hear clearly.

“Nothing. I don’t want to discuss her anymore.” An Yinong continued to pack his schoolbag and put his English book into the bag. The table was clean except for the bamboo forest he had drawn before.

The students also noticed the painting on the table, so he changed the subject: “Ah, that, He Tiantong, you are so good at painting, why didn’t you show it before?”

“Without adding extra points, how can it change the fact that I failed my tests?”

“That’s not the case. People who can draw and play musical instruments are all amazing. Are people who are only amazing if they are good at studying?”

“Of course not.” An Yinong admitted his mistake, “You are right, I was wrong.”

In this era of rapid economic growth, people’s concepts were changing rapidly, and they were very tolerant of new things. Indeed, there were many other ways out if you don’t study.

As they were talking, other students in the back row came over and said, “Before, you always had a sour face when talking to everyone. I thought you were a young master and looked down on us.”

“I don’t hate you, I just…” An Yinong smiled bitterly and shook his head, lowering his voice, “I hate my English teacher, so I hate all the decisions she makes.”

When he said this, the others understood.

“You can’t tell a person’s true heart from his appearance. But she will definitely continue to target you in the future. What should I do?”

“No way, you can’t be fired for messing around like this?”

“How can it be so easy? I heard that she has a relationship with the principal. I think it will be difficult for Tiantong to live a normal life from now on.”

An Yinong had packed his schoolbag and stood up. He said meaningfully, “Don’t worry. I can’t take care of it. Let’s find someone who can.”

Everyone was confused.

After saying goodbye to his classmates, An Yinong walked out carrying his schoolbag.

“Host, if you offend Teacher Zhang like this, she will definitely use her influence to target you. Isn’t this alerting the enemy?”

“Alerting the enemy? Don’t you know what the plot is today?”

“Ah? What’s the plot today?” The system looked confused. “Rainy Monday…ah, the original owner’s parents are getting divorced?”

An Yinong looked at the sky. He chose to bring up this matter today, firstly for the sake of the public opinion environment, and secondly, to vent the pain she had brought to the original owner for a long time. If you prick a boil it will hurt for a while, but if you don’t prick it you will hurt for a lifetime.

Uncle Cai drove his car to the school gate early and stopped. He walked over and opened the car door.

“Host, look.” The system reminded him.

“What?” An Yinong turned around and saw Zhang Ming in the crowd. The young man was staring at him with a cold look. It seemed that if he was given a chance, he would crawl up and bite him.

“Oh, you really don’t try to hide your malice at all.” An Yinong looked at him bluntly and sneered.

“Why does he hate the original owner so much? The original owner didn’t hurt him.” The system didn’t understand.

“Some malice does not require a reason, and there is no need to try to find reasons for evildoers to do evil.”

An Yinong turned around and got into the car: It’s inconvenient to do anything with these two poisonous snakes around, so let’s get rid of them as soon as possible.

“Master, we have to go to the old house first today.” After An Yinong sat down, the driver in front said.

“What happened?”

“Well,” Uncle Cai hesitated, “I don’t know the details.”

“Really? Then I’ll trouble you, Uncle Cai.” An Yinong raised the corner of his mouth.

“You’re welcome. It’s my duty.” Uncle Cai said with a smile and started the car.

The scenery outside the window kept receding. He didn’t know when it started to rain outside. The drizzle was hazy. He remembered the first time he traveled through time, it was also a rainy day. What was his idea at that time? Live one day, earn one day. Things were different now. He would live well, for the original owner and for himself.

“Xiao Qi, I’ll treat you to a good show later.”