Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"So, what does Han Chunlan's family do, and why should I need to know them?"

Why do you think she'll definitely target me?

Tang Yisheng was puzzled, his curiosity piqued, and even the fried dough didn't smell good anymore.

"Tang Ting."

"Who?"

"Tang Ting, have you forgotten?"

Long-forgotten memories were retrieved instantly.

The girl who lived two doors down from Tang Yisheng's family before they moved to Xingfu Jiayuan.

What I remember most vividly is that she had a braid that almost reached her calves.

When she played hopscotch, her braids swung back and forth, which made a group of little boys love her.

Later, because she refused to cooperate with Tang Yisheng and the others' suggestion to play house, and even complained that he was childish, and refused to be Tang Yisheng's wife, Tang Yisheng pinned her to a stack of straw and snipped her with a pair of scissors...

Zhao Tiejun provided the scissors, and Tang Yisheng personally took the risk.

"Is she a relative of Tang Ting?"

"What's wrong with your eyes? Han Chunlan is Tang Ting."

No!

Tang Yisheng was a little confused.

"Wait a minute, let me sort it out."

"What's there to go on about? Her dad was working in the south, and when he came back, he caught her mom having an affair with a guy from Hanjiazhuang who sold sesame oil. You didn't know how lively it was when you moved to the city, otherwise she wouldn't have failed her college entrance exam and ended up in a vocational college..."

"And then she changed her name to Han Chunlan?"

"Anyway, I've been called Han Chunlan since I started my internship here last year."

Well, it can be considered a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.

After all, he had been wearing a long braid since he was a child, but Tang Yisheng cut it off, turning him into a wild boy.

Memories reminded Tang Yisheng that Tang Ting... no, Han Chunlan had been crying for over a month, and whenever she saw this group of boys, she would grit her teeth in hatred.

"Do you still live in Xingfu Jiayuan? There's an arcade across the street, I go there often..."

Tang Yisheng said he doesn't live in the city, but in his old house in Tangjia Village.

Zhao Tiejun immediately said he wouldn't go to the city to play games, and would call Tang Yisheng out in the afternoon to play at his house.

To pass the time, Zhao Tiejun suggested renting a novel to relax.

"The novel 'Nine Yin Nine Yang' is really well-written, so exciting..."

When it comes to martial arts novels, Zhao Tiejun becomes very enthusiastic and can't stop talking.

"Whose novel is it?"

"Jin Yong, this is Jin Yong's new work."

Tang Yisheng glanced at the cover: Jin Yong's new work.

He knew this book; he had read it in his previous life when he was a freshman in college.

In reality, this is a borderline fan fiction, and the Taiwanese publisher deliberately confused the issue by naming the author "Jin Yongxin".

"So you just have to go up there?"

"I'll go change to a medium-sized booklet. I'll call you out after you've finished half of the class."

"it is good."

Tang Yisheng didn't want to stay in such a learning environment or with such a teaching atmosphere.

Especially in cramped seating spaces, you might accidentally get your penis rubbed against the table.

He really didn't want to be sleazy, nor did he want to be like those two guys next door in the aisle, glancing at the English teacher while secretly touching the larvae.

It's disgusting.

500 meters south of the intersection is the compound of the Chengguan Town Grain Bureau.

The new grain bureau has long since moved to the city, and most of the people living in the courtyard are elderly.

The book rental workshop was located in one of the houses in the courtyard.

The tin gate was half open, and the yard was filled with flowers and plants, as well as a jujube tree.

Both rooms in the north wing have bookshelves.

An elderly man wearing reading glasses was engrossed in reading a book.

After Zhao Tiejun entered, he went straight to the inner room.

The bookshelf on the west side by the window is filled with martial arts novels.

Someone was holding a book in front of the bookshelf, bending over and searching through it.

"Huh? It's been borrowed?"

Zhao Tiejun muttered something to himself, rummaged around for a bit, and then turned and walked out.

The person who was bending over to look for a novel turned his head and glanced at it, then straightened up and pulled a book out from where Zhao Tiejun had been fiddling with it.

Tang Yisheng saw it clearly in the second volume of "Nine Yin Nine Yang".

outside the house.

"Boss, return the book. Could you also check when this middle volume was checked out?"

"Let me look for it."

The old man was quite easygoing; I guess checking rental information is a common occurrence for him.

"Junzi, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

"No rush to pay it back."

"It's useless to keep it after you've finished reading it; it costs 1 cents a day."

"I'll return it when I get the middle volume back; I haven't seen it yet anyway."

"That……"

Zhao Tiejun reached for the book on the table.

Although it hurt to spend 1 cent, Tang Yisheng was a brother I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Boss, I'll borrow this book."

The person from the inner room rushed out and snatched the first volume of "Nine Yin Nine Yang" from him.

"Hey, did I say I was returning it? Give it to me."

Zhao Tiejun rebuked him coldly.

"You've already finished reading it, and you just said you were returning it. So what? You returned it, but I can't borrow it again?"

"It wasn't registered! Which nostril of yours saw you return it? Give it to me now, and stop your nonsense!"

Zhao Tiejun was furious.

The old man stopped writing, looked up at the two of them, and said, "Don't cause trouble in the house. If you want to make a scene, go outside."

"Dude, you give us the middle volume, and we'll return the first volume. Nobody's wasted time, how about it?"

Tang Yisheng spoke.

Zhao Tiejun paused for a moment before taking a closer look at the man.

A book was tucked under his arm.

He was still holding the second volume of "Nine Yin Nine Yang" in his hand.

Good lad, so he's been waiting to snag a bargain.

Young people are full of energy and can't stand to suffer in silence.

"Why should I?"

The man even tilted his head, showing no fear whatsoever.

Snapped!

Zhao Tiejun immediately slapped him across the face.

The man was spun halfway around by the slap, and when he looked up, he happened to see the smile on Tang Yisheng's lips.

Damn it!

spit!

"Fuck you! You dare to swear? Who do you think you are?!"

Zhao Tiejun's strengths lie not in palm techniques, but in his leg techniques.

They play football.

One slap only sent the person spinning halfway around, but one kick sent the person tumbling to the ground like a rolling gourd.

"Hey, hey, don't fight inside. You'll have to pay for anything you break."

"Sorry, buddy, I couldn't resist. It'll be ready soon."

Tang Yisheng leaned over the table and chatted with the old man.

Zhao Tiejun walked over to the man and squatted down.

"Give it to me."

He said he would give it to me, but actually reached out to grab it.

"Junzi, let's rent the second volume too."

"Too."

Zhao Tiejun reached out and glared at the man lying on his back on the ground.

The man finally realized the situation and obediently handed over the second volume.

"Boss, rent these two books."

"Are you still going to return the first volume?"

Zhao Tiejun looked at Tang Yisheng.

Tang Yisheng shook his head.

"I returned it."

"Ten yuan deposit."

If you don't return it, you'll have to pay a deposit of twenty for renting two more books.

Zhao Tiejun's expression changed, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Give."

Tang Yisheng took out the money and handed it over.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and smiled at each other.

I felt that same mischievous and naughty feeling from back in the day.

"That little brat is always trying to scam people, sneaking around while I'm returning the book."

Zhao Tiejun walked out of the courtyard, first cursing the man angrily, then giving Tang Yisheng a thumbs-up twice: "Old Tang, you're something else! That felt good! Really good!"

"Looks like you're really well-connected around here. You didn't even ask what the guy did before you started attacking him."

"What are you asking? You're obviously a clueless student, and you dare to mess with me?"

Zhao Tiejun was a member of the football team. The passionate young man could easily raise his arm and play for nearly twenty people. When he was out in the world, he was fearless among his peers.