Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Meanwhile, in the orthopedic ward of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Zhang Dabiao and Yang Weihong were assigned to the same double room.

Yang Weihong was covered in bandages, his right arm in a thick cast and sling around his neck. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Zhang Dabiao, who was also in a cast on the bed next to him.

Yang Weihong suffered fractures to her clavicle, upper arm, and ribs, while Zhang Dabiao fared slightly better, with only an upper arm fracture. The other two sustained minor internal injuries and require rest.

Mu Wanqing, Qin Jingru, and He Yushui took care of Zhang Dabiao, while Yang Yibai took care of Yang Weihong.

"Sigh." Yang Weihong's voice was still a little hoarse.

Zhang Dabiao was being served oranges by Mu Wanqing, and without even looking up, he asked, "What?"

Yang Weihong was silent for a moment before asking, "Could you teach me your final move, the Iron Mountain Lean?"

Zhang Dabiao stuffed the peeled orange into his mouth, gasped in pain, but grinned.

"Alright, the apprenticeship fee is one thousand yuan, no credit allowed."

Yang Weihong rolled her eyes.

"You son of a bitch."

The two exchanged a glance and suddenly burst into laughter simultaneously. The laughter aggravated their wounds, causing them to grimace and gasp in pain.

A smile can erase all enmity.

The ward was bustling with activity for the next few days.

Mu Wanqing, Qin Jingru, and He Yushui took turns preparing different bone broths and meals for Zhang Dabiao every day.

On the side of the children of the compound, Yang Yibai, Zhao Weiguo, Liu Yuanchao and others also took turns to take care of Yang Weihong.

The two groups met in the ward. Although there was still some awkwardness, the tense atmosphere had disappeared.

It was past midnight.

The ward quieted down, and Yang Weihong began to snore softly.

Zhang Dabiao opened his eyes, quietly lifted the blanket, and slipped into the bathroom.

He locked the door, and with a thought, he vanished from the spot in an instant.

When it reappeared, it had already returned to its "little nest".

He lay in bed, closed his eyes, and after 12 o'clock, the system automatically refreshed, and his injuries had recovered by 50%.

A warm current instantly coursed through my body. A tingling, itchy sensation came from the broken upper arm bone, and the bone was healing at a speed that defied medical norms.

Early the next morning.

Yang Weihong was still moaning in bed when she saw Zhang Dabiao get out of bed and stroll off to the toilet.

Yang Weihong rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

Day three.

Zhang Dabiao is now able to use his injured right hand to pick up a bowl of rice and drink porridge. His injury is only 25% of what it used to be. The swelling on his face has subsided, leaving only a light bluish tinge. The wounds on his skin have scabbed over.

Yang Weihong's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she watched Zhang Dabiao's nimble fingers.

"Are you... even human? It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and you're already out of bed in just three days?!"

Zhang Dabiao placed the empty bowl on the bedside table and looked at Yang Weihong with a serious expression.

"To be honest, I am the chosen one, with extraordinary talent."

Yang Weihong's lips twitched twice.

"roll."

A week later.

Zhang Dabiao was discharged from the hospital. Although his right hand was still in a cast and sling across his chest, he could walk normally and eat with chopsticks in his left hand without any problems. Moreover, there were virtually no visible external injuries.

Yang Weihong was seriously injured, with fractures to her collarbone and ribs, and needs to rest for at least another week before she can get out of bed.

On the day of discharge, the entrance of Peking Union Medical College Hospital was as bustling as a market.

Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, Liu Guangqi, Yan Jiecheng, He Yushui, Qin Jingru, Mu Wanqing, and a whole bunch of people arrived in a flash.

As soon as Zhang Dabiao stepped out the door, Sha Zhu let out a loud howl.

"The King of Fighters! The King of Fighters has arrived!"

Zhang Dabiao was completely dumbfounded. What the heck?

The King of Fighters arcade game is out these days? No way, it's only 1964!

Xu Damao quickly started a commotion, leading several young people from the alley to clap along.

Zhang Dabiao stumbled and almost fell down the steps.

He stared at Sha Zhu with a dark expression on his face.

"What the hell?"

Liu Guangqi leaned over, grinning from ear to ear.

"Da Biao, you're famous now. After that fight under the bridge, the kids from the compound were completely convinced. Now, in the entire Dongcheng District of Beijing, who doesn't know your name, Zhang Da Biao? Everyone calls you the 'Dongcheng District's Young Boxing King'!"

Zhang Dabiao's mouth twitched violently.

[What the hell is this "King of Fighters for Teenage Boys"?! Bring me an arcade machine, I'll actually show you an infinite combo with Iori Yagami. This nickname is just too cringeworthy!]

He was internally ranting, but on the surface he could only maintain a mysterious smile, letting Qin Jingru and Mu Wanqing help him onto the cart, and with a little effort from Sha Zhu and the others, they dragged him back to courtyard number 95.

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In early September, the Sijiu City Art Academy officially opened for the new semester.

Wearing a floral polyester shirt and carrying several music theory books, Mu Wanqing walked into the lecture hall of the music performance department.

The classroom, which had been somewhat noisy, quieted down considerably when Mu Wanqing entered.

After the battle under the bridge, everyone knew what kind of ruthless character the man behind Mu Wanqing was. Even Zhao Weiguo and the other kids from the compound now had to politely address Mu Wanqing as "Classmate Wanqing."

Mu Wanqing walked to the middle seat by the window and sat down. Just as she put down her book, a figure stopped in front of her desk.

It's Yang Yibai.

The eyes of the entire class instantly turned to him.

Zhao Weiguo and Zhu Hongqi sat in the back row, watching them nervously. Gao Feng also stopped flipping through the sheet music and frowned slightly.

Yang Yibai was wearing a white Lenin suit, her face somewhat pale. She bit her lower lip tightly, her hands clenched tightly in front of her.

A full half minute passed before Yang Yibai took a deep breath.

"Mu Wanqing".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet classroom.

"sorry."

Yang Yibai lowered her head slightly, her tone stiff.

"I was wrong before. I shouldn't have taken your lead singing spot, and I shouldn't have talked about you behind your back. I apologize to you."

After saying this, Yang Yibai didn't wait for Mu Wanqing's response. She turned around, quickly walked back to her seat, and buried her head deeply in her book.

Mu Wanqing watched Yang Yibai's retreating figure with a calm expression.

She didn't say it was okay, nor did she make any sarcastic remarks.

She knew very well that Yang Yibai's apology was because Yang Weihong had lost, because the children of the compound believed in the rule of accepting defeat in a bet. There was no remorse in Yang Yibai's eyes, only deep resentment and forbearance.

For now, this is the only way things can be done.

October has arrived.

The weather in Beijing is starting to cool down, the leaves are turning yellow, and the autumn wind is bleak.

But the atmosphere across the country was completely ignited in mid-October.

October 14th.

An emergency announcement suddenly came over the loudspeaker in the courtyard house.

"According to TASS, Khrushchev has been dismissed from his post, and Brezhnev has been appointed First Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union..."

Qin Huairu, who was washing clothes in the courtyard, was stunned.

Yan Bugui, who was watering the flowers in the front yard, dropped the water ladle from his hand.

Liu Haizhong from the backyard ran out of the house without even putting on his shoes properly, and started listening intently.

Zhang Dabiao sat under the jujube tree in the east courtyard, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand. He took a sip of tea and a smile appeared on his lips.

The first prophecy has come true.

Only two days later.

October 16th, evening.

As dusk fell, a deafening air raid siren suddenly blared over Beijing. Immediately following, a news communiqué was broadcast in an extremely loud and impassioned voice by an announcer from the Central People's Broadcasting Station.

"my country's first mushroom bomb exploded successfully!"

The second prophecy—

You won too!