Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 111

The next day he went to school as usual, but he noticed that his desk had been scratched with a carving knife, and the bamboo forest painting was naturally destroyed. Several people surrounded his desk and said, “It’s too much, your desk was scratched. Tiantong, who did you offend?”

An Yinong probably knew who it was. He smiled and said, “I’ll apply for a new table at noon.”

“Even if you have to get a new table, we have to find this guy.”

“Yeah.” He couldn’t jump for much longer.

The first class today was English, taught by Teacher Zhang. She looked a little haggard, as delicate and beautiful as a pear blossom hit by rain. But students of this age would rather pay attention to gossip than such a pure beauty. They stared at Teacher Zhang with curiosity, trying to understand the meaning of every expression. The good reputation she had built up over two years was destroyed overnight.

This time, Teacher Zhang Yu did not call An Yinong’s name again and ask him to stand up and answer the question. Instead, she just looked at him with a very sad look. An Yinong was indifferent. He would rather look down and watch the letters dancing hand in hand.

When the class was over, Teacher Zhang Yu did not leave. She seemed to want to talk to An Yinong. The latter just pulled other students together and started discussing the latest comics with great interest.

“Student He Tiantong.” Teacher Zhang came over. The students around him all showed an expression of “Oh, here it comes”. An Yinong took a deep breath and was thinking of a countermeasure when the door suddenly opened and the always strict vice-principal appeared at the door.

“Teacher Zhang, please come over here.”

Teacher Zhang left. As soon as she left, the class became lively again.

“She is such a fake, seducing a student’s parent and still showing this expression.”

“By the way, Tiantong, why did the vice principal look for her? Is it because of the matter between her and your father?” The classmates who knew about the matter between Teacher Zhang Yu and his father gathered around.

“I don’t know either.” An Yinong buried his head in preparation and review. If he lacked innate conditions, he would make up for it with acquired efforts. In his hand he held an embroidery needle that he had asked for from Granny Lian.

Whenever he saw the flying words and wanted to hit the ground with his head, or throw the book on the ground and step on it, he would hit himself. Now his legs are full of needle holes. It successfully trained An Yinong’s endurance. He wanted to say sorry to the ‘poor students’ he misunderstood. It turned out that studying was not just about hard work. Some people had to try their best just to finish a book.

He was not a real teenager, but an adult with sufficient willpower. He was even an adult who had learned the Four Books and Five Classics and could compose poetry and essays. However, he still felt frustrated. Studying was really too difficult for him.

This difficulty was not only reflected in reading, but also in writing. He needed to check each word carefully to avoid missing words or making mistakes (reversing the order of words) when writing.

In the afternoon, people from the next class came to inquire about the news: “I heard that Teacher Zhang seduced the parent of someone in your class.”

An Yinong stopped writing, smiled and said under everyone’s gaze: “That’s what happened.”

This person didn’t know An Yinong was the person involved. Seeing how calm he was, he thought he was just another bystander: “You don’t know, because of this incident, Teacher Zhang was fired. A senior who liked her said he wanted to teach that person a lesson.”

Senior? The others looked at An Yinong with some concern. An Yinong smiled at them comfortingly, not taking it seriously. If he could be easily defeated by an ordinary person who had never learned martial arts, then all his years of martial arts training would be in vain.

However, he waited until the end of school, but did not see the senior who threatened to teach him a lesson. Instead, he met Zhang Ming who was waiting at the classroom door. Zhang Ming already knew about his aunt’s affairs, but he didn’t know that he would be expelled from school, so although he was angry, he was not that angry.

“I want to talk to you.” Zhang Ming stopped him.

“Hey! What do you want to do?” Unexpectedly, it was Zhang Wei who stood up to stop Zhang Ming at this time, “You are Teacher Zhang’s nephew, right? Don’t go too far.”

After hearing this gossip, the other students also stopped.

“I have something to say to him.” Zhang Ming turned to An Yinong again, “I want to talk to you.”

“My driver is waiting for me, sorry.” An Yinong didn’t want to stay and waste his time. Seeing this, Zhang Ming stretched out his hand to grab him, but An Yinong, who had eyes behind his back, turned around and twisted back.

An Yinong pulled the other person’s wrist with one hand and pressed the other person’s shoulder with the other hand. He flipped the person over and sent him to the corner, with his face pressed against the wall. Zhang Ming let out a wail of pain.

“Oh, sorry.” An Yinong looked at his embarrassed appearance, smiled and let go of his hand, “There are always one or two bad people among the good people, so it’s a conditioned reflex.”

“This is such a cool move.” The students who hadn’t left couldn’t help but applaud, “You’re awesome!”

“Thank you for the compliment.” An Yinong deliberately clasped his hands together and acted with his classmates with a smile.

This scene made Zhang Ming even more jealous. He always thought that ‘He Tiantong’ was a good-for-nothing and a waste of social resources. If those resources were given to an outstanding person, like him, his achievements would be ten or a hundred times what they are now!

“Being rich is really amazing. As long as there is enough money, even a piece of rotten wood can be packaged into a good talent.” Zhang Ming said sarcastically, “It was your family who asked to fire my aunt, right?”

An Yinong narrowed his eyes. “Yes, my dad cried bitterly and said he would change his ways. He insisted on coming over and I couldn’t stop him. I’ve already said that a night of love means a hundred days of grace… Who would have known that my heartless dad would say that they were just a casual couple, how could they be a couple?”

After tearing up his father, An Yinong looked at Zhang Ming again: “But I think your aunt should be mentally prepared. If he can abandon his first wife and have an affair with someone else, then what’s wrong with abandoning a lover who he has slept with several times? You can’t be thinking of becoming a second wife, right? Didn’t the monogamous marriage law come out a few years ago? The law does not recognize second wives.”

“Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhang, you are here… not to call me to task on behalf of Mrs. Zhang, right?”

An Yinong sighed, “I know you look down on people who are not good at studying, so you always dislike me. However, not studying well only means that I am not talented in exams. No matter what, at least I understand propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame, and know what to do and what not to do. You have such good grades, do you know propriety?”

Students from several classes in the corridor looked over. Their gazes were like arrows, shooting Zhang Ming into a hedgehog.

Zhang Ming felt that he had been deceived. How did that little fool become so eloquent? With just two sentences, he changed the conflict between them from rich and poor to good and poor students. And when did he get along so well with his classmates?

“He Tiantong, you!”

“Student Zhang Ming!” An Yinong interrupted him with a serious expression, “I understand your feelings, and I am willing to stand in your shoes and sympathize with your aunt. So, put yourself in my shoes, can you think from the perspective of a victim whose family was destroyed?

“Have you and your aunt never reflected on this?”

Zhang Ming was overwhelmed by the contempt and whispers of the crowd. He leaned against the wall and could hardly breathe.

An Yinong turned and left, his face tense and his steps hurried. With a ‘bang’, he bumped into someone, knocking all of his stuff off the ground.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” An Yinong bent down and picked up something on the ground. It was a black-covered original English book.

He raised his head and was about to return the book to the other person, but he paused when he saw the person coming: “Ah…it’s you.”

“It’s me. What were you thinking about just now? I called you but you didn’t respond?” The person who spoke had a handsome face and his hair was carefully parted in the middle. He looked like a decent human being. He was the protagonist of the story, Wen Long.

Wenlong seems to be still a college student now.

“Nothing, I just want to go home early.” An Yinong looked up and saw the driver waiting for him at the usual parking place. If he shouted, he would come over.

“Is there something going on at home?” Wen Long asked.

“Yeah, do you have something to do? If not, I’ll leave first.” He stuffed the book into the other’s hand.

Because Wen Long was still pretending to be an ordinary kind-hearted person at that time, An Yinong did not get angry with him right away, but he seemed a little polite and cold at this time.

Wen Long noticed this indifference. He frowned and then smiled: “Are you leaving soon? Are you unhappy to see me?”

“Should I be happy?” An Yinong forced a smile. “I already know what you and Zhang Ming are planning. No matter what, I still want to thank you for helping me back then.”

When Wen Long heard the name “Zhang Ming”, he grabbed the book in his hand tightly, still smiling: “What did you say?”

“I heard what Zhang Ming and teacher Zhang Yu said. You are someone he paid for, right? You deliberately became friends with me and wanted to ruin me so that Zhang Ming’s mother could smoothly marry my father and become Mrs. He. Then Zhang Ming would naturally become an adopted son.”

An Yinong looked at him, stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, looked away, then turned back: “I’m sorry to disappoint you, I don’t like boys. No matter how much money Zhang Ming gives you, you find someone else to play this game, I’m not interested.”

Wen Long could no longer maintain his expression: “What do you mean? He said he paid me? His aunt wants to be your stepmother?”

“Don’t you know? Didn’t he tell you that when he hired you? The affair between his aunt and my dad is no secret. Now my family is in chaos. Is that what you want?” An Yinong sneered, “Why do you look like that? Didn’t Zhang Ming give you enough money? He feels good using my dad’s money, right?”

Wen Long’s expression was extremely ugly. Yes, he did not doubt An Yinong’s words, at least most of them.

Because the relationship between Zhang Ming and him was very secretive, not many people knew about it. And An Yinong was a student with simple social relationships. If Zhang Ming hadn’t said it himself, An Yinong would have no reason to know this.

In addition, Wen Long did not know that Zhang Ming’s mother, who depended on him for everything, wanted to marry into the He family. He now suspected that he was being used as a tool. Zhang Ming had saved him, and that was indeed very special, but that didn’t mean Wen Long could tolerate such a thing. This was a great blow to the proud Wen Long, and it hurt his self-esteem.

“…Host, you are so ruthless.” The system couldn’t help but applaud. The same rhetoric, it was not enough to trick the scumbag father, but also to trick the green tea man once.

“What’s the point of this? I’m just telling you what they did.”

Although An Yinong had an angry expression, his heart was as calm as water. He would not get involved and let these two fight each other. Moreover, since he said that, it was impossible for Wen Long not to check. After checking, he would know that the “He family” that An Yinong mentioned was the media He family.

If you want to do anything evil, take it easy.

“Mr. Wen, I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as a business.” An Yinong was heartbroken, like a big boy who was really hurt.

“No, Tiantong…”

“You don’t have to explain. My family now knows about my dad and his aunt. They are very unhappy and may stop giving them money. If you are short of money, go and ask for it sooner rather than later. You won’t be able to get it back if you are late.”

An Yinong turned and walked away, walking quickly towards his car. Behind him, Wen Long held the book tightly in his fingers, with an uncertain expression on his face.

He kept repeating Zhang Ming’s name, and a vicious look flashed in his eyes.

Sitting in the car, An Yinong smiled. He took out a map with marked locations. The red dots on it were bookstores of all sizes. “Uncle Cai, let’s go to Sanyou Bookstore first. I may have to go home late today. I want to go around here. How long will it take?”

Uncle Cai looked at the densely packed dots on the map and quickly drew a route in his mind: “If you don’t count other things, an hour will be enough.”

“Then let’s go.”

He didn’t have time to care about his scumbag dad and Zhang Ming’s mess. he had to go and learn about the comic magazine market first. Since he has taken over this magazine publishing house, he has to do my best.

“Okay, sir.” The driver started the car.