Rebirth 2004: A lone figure in the literary world

Chapter 33 Focus Person
This confession letter from Sister Furong is definitely the biggest crisis Zhang Chao has encountered since his rebirth!
If this gets reported by the media, I'll probably have to wear the label of "Furong's brother-in-law" for at least ten years!

Zhang Chao got the letter back only after he signed several humiliating treaties with Lan Ting.

Song Shiyu didn't tease Zhang Chao about this, but after reading the letter and the photos, she couldn't help laughing, which made Zhang Chao sigh that the world is becoming more corrupt and people's hearts are no longer the same as before.

The three of them laughed for a while before Lan Ting said, "After the first and second year of high school start, we can no longer use this place. We have to hand it over to them."

Zhang Chao said: "What should I do? I still hope to write here!"

Lan Ting said, "Can't you use your laptop? You can use it in the dormitory."

Zhang Chao said frustratedly: "Firstly, there are no sockets in the dormitory (there really were none in that era...), and secondly, it is not quiet."

At this time, Song Shiyu spoke up. She said, "I can talk to the music teacher about borrowing the piano room. Just say that I need to practice the piano. But it can only be used until next month. After that, I will go to Yanjing to take the entrance exam for the Central Conservatory of Music..."

Lan Ting immediately responded, "It's okay. I'll tell my juniors. I think I still have some face as the webmaster."

Zhang Chao said, "Don't think too much about it. Make the most of this last week. Everything will work out when the time comes."

Then he started typing like crazy, the two girls were scared of the keyboard. Even dinner was prepared by Lan Ting and Song Shiyu.

When Zhang Chao came to the classroom for evening self-study, he found that each of his classmates looked at him in an increasingly strange way.

This kind of look can usually be seen when observing people carefully near the monkey mountain and outside the panda house in the zoo.

Among them, only Shen Ming was relatively normal. When Zhang Chao passed by him, he greeted him normally and praised him: "I read everything you wrote during the winter vacation. It's really good!"

Zhang Chao smiled and responded, "Thank you!" Then he said to Chen Huan, whose face was red from his words, as if to the whole class, "Ask whatever you want to ask. I just wrote something. I don't have horns on my head or a tail behind me."

This sentence amused the whole class and the atmosphere became relaxed. Led by Chen Huan, several classmates who were on good terms with him came over and chattered with questions.

Zhang Chao also tried his best to answer them one by one. However, the questions became more and more outrageous:

"Lanting and Song Shiyu, which one do you choose?"

"I heard that you will drop out of school as soon as you come to school, just like Han Han?"

"Is that Cheng Nian you? Is Chen Huan the Hu Xiaodie? Why did Chen Huan jump off the building?"

……

Zhang Chao was rescued only when the teacher came to the class and called the roll.

That night in the dormitory, Zhang Chao felt the influence of his fame again. At least one or two boys from almost every class came to their dormitory, greeted him, and asked to "get to know him."

If Zhang Chao was really 18, his mentality might have changed dramatically. But fortunately, he is now 40 years old mentally, and he treats people appropriately. Although he cannot make every student feel happy, at least they can feel his goodwill.

Chen Huan watched Zhang Chao receive waves of heroes just like Song Jiang in "Water Margin". When it was almost time to go to bed, he suddenly took out a basketball and handed it to Zhang Chao. Zhang Chao was confused and asked, "What is this for?"

"Hit me, hit me on the head, hard!"

"..."

"Hurry up and smash it, maybe I'll get it!"

"...Hello! Anding Hospital? We have a patient here..."

"Brother Chao, since I sent you so many EASY BALLs, please give me a hand..."

"… Stop pulling my pants! Let go!"

The next day, during the break, Zhang Chao was called away by his Chinese teacher Zhang Ting.

In the Chinese preparation room, all the teachers looked at Zhang Chao with an unspeakably gentle look, which made Zhang Chao's hair stand on end. The group leader Gu Yan said, "Student Zhang Chao, our application to the school for the establishment of a 'senior high school Chinese language intensive improvement group' has been approved. You will be the group leader. Each class will select 2-3 students with high Chinese scores but who are stuck in a bottleneck period and cannot break through. They will study with you to see if they can improve."

Zhang Ting went on to say, "We originally thought that the school would hold us up, but we didn't expect the leaders to be so forthcoming this time. Not only did they agree, they also approved a new computer and a printer for you to use. They can connect to the Internet, so it's convenient for you to look up and print information."

Gu Yan said: "Of course, this computer cannot be used carelessly or for playing games. I hope your grades can be stable and other students' grades can improve!"

Zhang Ting said, "The Academic Affairs Office said that if the scores of several students do not improve significantly in the second mock test in March, the assault team may be disbanded. So everything depends on your ability."

Zhang Chao thought that there is really no free lunch in the world, but the rate at which this literary talent is depreciating is quite fast.

As far as I can remember, after Han Han became famous, his alma mater, Songjiang No. 2 Middle School, set numerous precedents for him. Not only did they arrange a single dormitory for him, but there was also an independent telephone in the dormitory. In addition, they also arranged for teachers of various subjects to give him individual tutoring.

Not only do I have to work for the school, but I also have to complete my KPI.

In my previous life, wasn't it because I was tired of teaching at school that I left school and chose to work on my own?

But at least there are computers and internet available, so the conditions are barely acceptable.

However, after coming out of the preparation room, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and quietly asked Teacher Zhang Ting a question. The answer made Zhang Chao roll his eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot - the principal and the director of the academic affairs office have discussed making up for your shortcomings. The school will arrange math and English teachers to try to improve your performance in these two subjects twice a week. But it also depends on your own efforts. You must maintain your advantage in Chinese. In addition, you must concentrate on your creation and strive for honors. It will be good for both you and the school!"

While eating in the cafeteria at noon, Zhang Chao, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, finally realized that something was wrong.

He asked Chen Huan, who was eating voraciously in front of him, "Brother Huan, look at me?"

"Ok?"

"Am I ugly?"

"...I used to be a little bit more handsome than you. But recently, you seem to be a little bit more handsome than me."

"So I'm pretty talented, right?"

"...Goodbye!" Chen Huan picked up the plate and pretended to leave.

"Hey, hey, don't go! I have something else to ask you."

"Then you are prohibited from showing off in disguise!"

"Oh, of course. You see, I'm already half successful, so how come I can't even receive a love letter from a girl... a love letter from the girls in our school?" Zhang Chao spoke in a serious tone.

"Look what this is?"

"..."

“Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?”

"…I'm serious."

Chen Huan pointed from a distance with chopsticks in hand. Zhang Chao looked over and saw a group of girls eating together. Among them, Song Shiyu's tall stature and short hair style made her back particularly conspicuous.

Chen Huan said in a tone of disappointment: "Now the whole grade is saying that you are dating Lan Ting and Song Shiyu at the same time. Do you think there will still be girls sending you love letters?"

Because he was angry, Chen Huan did not control the volume of his voice, and his roar was heard by half of the cafeteria.

At least hundreds of gazes burning with the flames of gossip shot over from all directions, burning Zhang Chao to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

(End of this chapter)