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Chapter 50: The Legend of the Demon Suppressor

When Wei Ming heard that Biaozi was beaten, he couldn't eat anymore and hurried downstairs to visit him.

When I pushed open the dormitory door, I saw Zhao Debiao with gauze wrapped on his head, jumping up and down and bragging to his colleagues about how he was beaten.

"That girl has no moral principles. My strengths are my fists and feet, but she insisted on competing with me in weapons. If we were to compete with me in weapons, she would not allow me to use long weapons. The weapon I am best at is a red tassel spear, so in the end I could only compete with her in swordplay. I am really not as good as her in swordplay..."

He was speaking excitedly when he saw Wei Ming coming. Biaozi immediately drove everyone else away. These people had already heard it several times, but they still wanted to listen. It was so annoying.

Seeing Biaozi's condition, Wei Ming asked Mei Wenhua, who was trying to hold back his laughter, "Did he hurt his brain?"

Mei Wenhua nodded wildly: "The doctor said it was a concussion. His brain was indeed seriously injured. He was beaten up. In the end, I had to carry him back. He was so heavy."

Biaozi snorted at Mei Wenhua: "That's because you lack practice. How come Yan Zi can carry me on her back?"

At this point, Biaozi's true colors were revealed. It turned out that in order to avoid Huang Qiuyan's sword moves, this kid accidentally hit his head on the horizontal bar, and began to bleed and feel dizzy on the spot, so Huang Qiuyan personally carried him on her back for treatment. This was the point he wanted to say.

The temperature was quite good at the end of September, and they were competing, so both of them were wearing thin clothes. Zhao Debiao, who was having close contact with a girl for the first time, felt that even if he lost his brain, let alone a concussion, it would still be worth it.

"And she even cried in front of the bed. Brother Ming, you know, this is the first time a girl cried for me!"

Wei Ming: "Why is she crying?"

"She said: Zhao Debiao, you must not die!"

Wei Ming hit the nail on the head: "She is afraid of taking criminal responsibility."

Mei Wenhua slapped his thigh and laughed until he was out of breath.

However, Wei Ming still had one thing unclear: "Biaozi, you are nearly 1.8 meters tall, and with such a large body, your Yan Zi can actually carry you on her back, is she also a female warrior?"

If it was the Huang Qiuyan that he knew, she obviously had an average body shape.

"Oh, Yan Zi is carrying me in front, and there is another junior fellow student dragging me from behind. He is the Xiao Li you mentioned before."

Imagining that scene, Wei Ming thought, WTF, you three really know how to have fun!

What made Zhao Debiao happy was that: "Yan Zi said she would come to visit me in two days."

Mei Wenhua was amused: "Then your injury is still too light. If you can stay in the hospital for a month or two, I guarantee that she will see you every day and her feelings for you will improve rapidly."

Biaozi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Wei Ming: "Xiao Mei, please don't give me any rash advice. You dare to say that he really believes it."

But Xiaomei was right about one thing. This would indeed enhance the relationship. In the original time and space, Yan Zi successfully took down Ajie when he was injured by using this method.

After making sure that Biaozi was okay, Wei Ming asked about the time. It was almost time for him to go on patrol, so he changed into his uniform and prepared to go to the cafeteria to see if there was anything to eat.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Liu Zhenyun when I went out. He was holding a small notebook as if he was writing down his daily schedule: "Hey, why did you come back just now?"

"Sorry, Lao Liu, it's a bit late. We'll have to wait until tomorrow for dinner."

"It's okay. I haven't eaten yet. I'm waiting for you. Come on, come on."

Mei Wenhua said sourly, "You girls from the Chinese Department are too unrestrained. You are so hungry just to treat Wei Ming to a meal."

Liu Zhenyun smiled and said, "Classmate Mi Qing said that she would rather starve than wait for Wei Ming."

Mei Wenhua: "Who! Who's the guest today?"

Now it was Biaozi's turn to make fun of him.

Before Wei Ming left, Mei Wenhua pulled him aside and warned him for a long time: "Brother Ming, you can't have anything with Sister Qingqing!"

Wei Ming: "It's just a meal, there shouldn't be anything wrong."

Mei Wenhua was still worried, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Before you buy a car, you have priority to ride my car. You can pedal it however you want. I will use it if you don't need it."

Wei Ming chuckled: "There will definitely be nothing going on between her and me!"

What could be wrong? Apart from a pair of big thunderbolts, this classmate Mi Qing's appearance is only average in the Chinese department. He is incomparable to Sister Gong Xing whom Wei Ming had met before.

But in terms of broad-mindedness, Sister Gong Xing can't compare with others.

Oh, why did I suddenly think of her? Although we are both in Beijing, it is too big and it is so difficult to see her.

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Gong Xing, who had just finished his meal at the General Political Department Repertory Theatre after rehearsing a drama all day, received a call from his sister Gong Ying.

"Sister, guess what I saw!"

"It's so vague, how would I know?"

Gong Ying: "Recently I was flipping through my dad's newspaper and saw that he had been reading a novel these days."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"The name of the novel is 'The Duck Knows When the River Water Warms in Spring', and the author is... Wei Ming." Gong Ying waited for a moment, but did not receive her sister's surprised reaction, and was a little disappointed. "Are you talking about the Wei Ming you know?" Gong Xing said calmly, "Maybe it's a coincidence. He is revising the article in Harvest. It can't be that Harvest is not satisfied and sent it to... Which newspaper did you see it in?"

"It was serialized in three issues of Wenhui Daily."

"Oh, it can't be that Harvest was not satisfied and sent it to Wenhui Daily."

Gong Ying told her sister as soon as she found out. She didn’t expect her sister to be so indifferent. It was really disappointing. Could it be that there was really nothing between her and that man?
But I also saw a poem that man wrote for my sister in her magazine, and it was attributed to Gong Xing by Wei Ming. It was just a foreign thing.

After hanging up the phone with her sister, Gong Xing immediately ran to the troupe's reading room. Wenhui Daily was a major domestic newspaper and the troupe subscribed to every issue. Sure enough, she found "The Duck Knows the River Water Warms First in Spring" and all three articles were there.

After reading it, she could almost conclude that the author Wei Ming was the Wei Ming she knew.

Because there are very few literary works nowadays that are so playful and lively, the style of these words somewhat corresponds to Wei Ming's speaking habits.

However, he said that what he gave to "Harvest" was a novella, and this is obviously a short story. Could it be that he wrote it after arriving in Shanghai?

That's a bit too fast, Gong Xing held his chin and fell into deep thought.

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Liang Zuo also fell into deep thought.

Why doesn't Wei Ming stand guard but instead goes on patrol?

He watched from upstairs as Wei Ming sent Mi Qing back to the girls' dormitory, and then he went into their Building 32.

Of course, the patrol work also includes dormitories, but he is embarrassed to enter the girls' dormitory, so he starts with the boys' dormitory.

At that time, there was no lights-out time in Peking University dormitories. It all depended on the students' self-consciousness. They could go to bed early if they wanted to, or stay up late if they wanted to.

Along the way, people greeted Wei Ming, and many of them introduced themselves and invited Wei Ming to come in and sit down, wanting to get to know Wei Ming.

Wei Ming refused: "I have official business to attend to. I won't go into the dormitory unless there is any trouble. If you have anything to say, please talk to me."

Liang Zuo heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Wei Ming walking out of the dormitory building. His mother had told him about herself, and he must know that he was Chen Rong's son. What if he forced him to call him uncle?
Ouch, it’s so annoying!

After walking around several boys' dormitories, Wei Ming went to patrol Langrun Garden again, where he met his senior. The two of them walked together with flashlights, chatting as they continued to listen to the senior's stories about Peking University.

I rode a bike for almost five hours today, including a portion of the time with a passenger.

Then I patrolled for another six hours. Although I could sit down and rest, I was too tired after the day and my legs felt a little swollen.

When they returned to the dormitory, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Biaozi wanted to ask him for advice on love, Xiaomei was concerned about whether he and Sister Qingqing talked about her during dinner, and Brother Feng also had news about used cars.

But Wei Ming didn't listen to anything. He fell asleep without washing up.

He woke up once in the middle of the night and remembered that the bottle of tiger bone wine had the effect of strengthening tendons and bones, so he took out a small cap of it, drank it and continued to sleep.

The next day, Wei Ming woke up feeling refreshed and all his physical discomfort was gone. It seemed that there was no poison after all.

He didn't have to go to work in the morning, and he wanted to attend a class at 8 a.m., so he got up at around 7 a.m.

During the patrol yesterday, Wei Ming not only learned some course schedules from students, but also became familiar with the teaching buildings with his predecessors.

So he had a simple breakfast and took his schoolbag to the English class in the Russian building.

Although Wei Ming got a high score in English in the college entrance examination, it was only at the high school level, and high school English nowadays is much simpler than that of later generations, and there is no listening comprehension component.

Later, after intensive one-on-one learning, Wei Ming became good at listening and speaking, but was weak in reading and writing.

This is a big shortcoming for him to read foreign original works and understand foreign countries. He wants to make up for this shortcoming. Maybe he will have the opportunity to make money from foreigners in the future.

This is a class for freshmen, and Wei Ming plans to attend it all the way if time permits.

Because his English level was much better than those freshmen, he felt like a fish in water and it was very easy for him to take the class.

After the two classes were over, Wei Ming was thinking about whether he should go to the senior English class, but when he went out, he saw the girl from Class 77 Chinese.

Everyone greeted each other, and the girls were angry: "Ah, you actually took English class instead of our Chinese class?"

Someone else said: "No wonder he speaks fluent English."

Wei Ming smiled and asked, "What classes do you have today?"

"Teacher Qu Yude's Chinese Folk Myths and Legends."

When Wei Ming heard that it was Professor Qu's class, he had to show his support: "Let's go, let's go together!"

Because I went to Shanghai last week, Professor Qu adjusted the classes. Today I have four classes in a row to make up for last week.

I heard from the girls that today's main topic is the mythological novels of the Ming Dynasty. The last two classes have covered "The Investiture of the Gods", and the next two classes will probably cover a different book.

They think there is a high probability that the story will be about "Journey to the West".

As a result, when I entered the classroom, I saw that the blackboard from the previous class had been erased and three big characters were written on it again - "Ping Yao Zhuan"...

(End of this chapter)