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Chapter 1605 Junior High School Students

If life is a train journey with no return, then Wang Yan has a ticket for the return trip.

Of course, this only applies to his individual existence as a human being, not to the return journey of his entire life, just like the first thirty years of his life in the real world that he can never return to.

It was just an unusual way for him to return home.

It's the start of a new school year at Jinling No. 9 Middle School. Some of the students, now in their late teens, arrived on their own, while others were brought by their parents. Following the list posted outside, the students found their names and went to their respective classes.

In the crowd, a boy with a youthful face and a height of over 1.7 meters mingled among the noisy throng, looking at the list posted on the blackboard. His above-average height and good eyesight meant he didn't need to push his way to the front to see the names on the list.

"Wang Yan, Class 1, Grade 1..."

Wang Yan could only shake his head with amusement at such a thing.

He used to be as young as seventeen or eighteen, but now he's back to thirteen, which is a new experience in his life.

Just then, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen squeezed in, scanned the list, and then pushed his way out of the crowd: "Sanli, you've been assigned to Class 1, Grade 1. Come on, I'll take you there."

"No need, second brother, I can go by myself, I can find it. You're also registering today, hurry up and go, or the teacher will scold you."

"No need, I'm not afraid of teachers." Qiao Erqiang waved his hand, then helped Qiao Sanli carry her schoolbag and they walked together into the teaching building.

Sanli didn't try to persuade him any further, and instead said, "I wonder if things will go smoothly for you, brother."

It's 1983 now. Qiao Yicheng has been admitted to a teachers' college after studying hard. While middle school students are registering, university students are also starting their semesters. Since starting school, Qiao Yicheng has been living on campus and hasn't been home for several days, which makes his younger siblings, who have been raised by him, feel very uncomfortable.

"Big brother, things will definitely go smoothly for him, we don't need to worry about him."

The brother and sister chatted casually, with Qiao Erqiang pointing to the buildings in the school and talking to Qiao Sanli.

Behind them was Wang Yan, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, military green trousers, old cloth shoes, and carrying a green postman's shoulder bag that read "Serve the People".

His outfit, if placed ten years ago—no, even five years ago—would have been considered fashionable. But after the focus shifted to economic development, people began distributing fresh clothes from the south and abroad throughout the country, and his attire became outdated.

Wang Yan listened to Er Qiang's introduction from a distance, and by the time he found Class 1 of the first year of junior high school, he had a good understanding of the school.

After entering the room, Erqiang led Sanli to find a girl who looked kind to be their deskmate, and then he quickly left.

Wang Yan stood at the door, glanced around the classroom, and then went straight to the back.

In the last two rows of the classroom, there were already several well-developed children. They were all laughing and talking loudly, and occasionally glancing at their classmates.

Wang Yan went straight to the last row by the window and started bullying the child.

He was sitting casually, wearing a floral shirt and jeans, and was a rather tall and strong young man.

"Dude, can you switch seats? I want to sit here."

The young man, thinking about the upcoming new semester and the new life of showing off that was about to begin, didn't even sleep well last night. Today, he was wearing new clothes, surrounded by his childhood friends. He had often heard stories about standing on a stick, and he wanted to be a king too.

Unexpectedly, on the very first day of registration, a poor-looking kid snatched my seat right in front of me.

Does he look like a good person?

Damn it! This is a disgrace!

The young man slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What the hell did you say?"

"Are you kidding me?" His good friend at the table joined in immediately, even pushing Wang Yan's chest directly.

Wang Yan casually brushed it aside, then spun the kid around and kicked him in the butt, sending him tumbling and crawling until he bumped into the back door before finally stopping.

The young man paused for a moment, then without thinking, grabbed the stool and was about to swing it.

Wang Yan reached out and grabbed his shoulder, then slammed him onto the table with a grappling move, pressing his head down with one hand.

"Ask if you can change it?"

"Yes!" the young man gritted his teeth.

Freed from his predicament, the young man glared at Wang Yan and said, "You better not run away later!"

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement: "Even if I run, I still have to come back, right? You want me to wait for you? That's definitely impossible. If you can find someone to stop me, then I won't run. Get lost."

He turned him around, kicked him in the butt, and then pulled his schoolbag out of the desk and threw it at him.

Thus, the drama of the old bastard bullying the young hooligans in training has just begun, since the young hooligans in training will surely bring in more people.

Speaking of which, this is the darkest hour for thugs; the streets are practically spotless, and these guys are all behaving themselves. At times like this, the eyes of these hooligans are truly clear.

In other words, children are immature and don't take many things seriously. Anyone who is even a little bit more mature would avoid causing trouble for themselves.

Of course, Wang Yan is different; after all, he knows how to behave properly and has his parents protecting him.

This time, it was his father who made the contribution again. His mother was frail and sickly, and her worries made her ill. Just last year, he became a cared-for future flower.

Wang Yan didn't discipline normal kids; he had his preferences, and it was a case of fish begetting fish, and shrimp begetting shrimp—it was reasonable for a big gang leader to target aspiring gangsters. If he could persuade them to do good and guide the aspiring gangsters onto the right path, it wouldn't be a bad deed. It's just that the aspiring gangsters didn't quite understand his good intentions. The young man and his friend chased away the two people sitting near the door, glaring resentfully at Wang Yan…

Wang Yan smiled politely at his classmates who were looking at him, and even raised an eyebrow at Qiao Sanli, who hurriedly turned away. That old bastard is getting more and more shameless...

One after another, the junior high school students arrived to register, and soon the class of over fifty students filled all the seats. The classroom became even noisier, and Wang Yan even overheard some discussions about him. Clearly, his reputation as a bad person was beginning to spread widely in the class...

The students had mostly arrived, and the teachers, who had been outside dealing with parents, returned to the classroom to explain the rules. Afterward, they had the students collect their textbooks and explained some important things, such as tuition and textbook fees. Then, school was dismissed, and the students would return to school the next day for the official start of the new semester.

Having already glanced through the textbook, Wang Yan didn't bother to pack it home like other students, or even cover it with newspaper or other protective coverings. He simply left the textbook in his desk drawer and left with his empty satchel. After all, he was a middle school student; carrying a bag was a bit more formal…

Raising my wrist, I saw a Zhongshan watch, one of the first batch produced in 1970. It's been thirteen years now, and the case is covered with a layer of dark yellow stains from the passage of time.

The time on his watch was only a little past ten o'clock, and he walked away unhurriedly amidst the crowd.

As for the prospective hooligans guarding the back door, they had already scurried out. They were the ones who went out to move the books earlier, and when they returned, they looked brimming with confidence. While the teacher was speaking, they chuckled to themselves. Clearly, they had already contacted their accomplices.

As expected, as soon as I stepped out of the school gate, besides some food vendors, there were groups of students with backpacks. They were all with their classmates and friends, huddled together, laughing and chatting about their own things, not wanting to go home.

At that moment, a group of more than a dozen people, of varying heights and builds, were approaching. The former classmate, a prospective thug, was pointing at them, and his companions also looked over. They had initially intended to rush forward, but seeing Wang Yan calmly walking towards them, they stopped and turned to go into a nearby alley.

Only the boy from the same class ran over, trying to put his arm around Wang Yan's shoulder, a smug smile on his face.

Wang Yan gently brushed his hand away, then grabbed him by the collar and led him into the alley. When they reached the alley entrance, he kicked him in the buttocks, causing him to fall onto his accomplice.

Before the group of petty thugs could react and were about to start cursing and fighting, Wang Yan had already arrived, raised his arm, and fairly slapped each of them twice across the face, then delivered a light punch to their stomachs.

In no time at all, Wang Yan had taken down more than a dozen petty thugs, including the boy from his class. After getting up, he was slapped twice and kicked in the chest.

A bunch of teenagers were groaning in pain, some even shedding tears, because the pain had exceeded their threshold. Others simply burst into tears, which showed they couldn't handle the pain and weren't cut out to be hooligans.

After all, Wang Yan is a professional expert on rogue behavior, and he's quite an authority in this area...

"What a mess."

Wang Yan lightly kicked the crying boy twice more before turning around and strolling out of the alley.

Meanwhile, a large number of students had already gathered outside the alley to watch the spectacle. As Wang Yan emerged, they parted to make way for him, each one giving him a long, expectant look.

Wang Yan even waved to the students who were watching the commotion with a smile before strolling away.

Passing by a small restaurant, he ate a large bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup with a flatbread, and after lunch, he strolled to Xuanwu Lake for a walk.

He hadn't been to Nanjing for many years; he hadn't experienced Nanjing in the 1980s. Now that he had plenty of time and nothing to do, he really wanted to take a good stroll around Nanjing and see it for himself.

Xuanwu Lake is a famous scenic spot, and although it wasn't as crowded as some other places, it was still quite lively. Wang Yan strolled along the city wall for a while before heading off to Zijin Mountain.

He had a good feeling about participating in trail running before, and with his excessively young body, he ran all the way to the top of the mountain. The filter of a certain era is a terrible feeling; Wang Yan felt that Nanjing looked better and had a more special feel at that time.

However, people today are not getting enough to eat, let alone eating well, and even big cities like Nanjing are not having an easy time...

Wang Yan stood atop the mountain, gazing upon this ancient capital of six dynasties. It was a clear, sunny day, offering breathtaking panoramic views. Often, the simple act of observing beautiful things is a profound pleasure.

Wang Yan spent a peaceful afternoon on the mountaintop, planning to get another camera so he could take pictures of Nanjing in the 1980s whenever he had free time.

He continued like this until the sunset glowed fiery clouds, then he descended the mountain and went home, having dinner out along the way...

He lived in Sha Mao Lane, where the houses were all densely packed single-story buildings, with only a few two-story structures. The Qiao family's old residence in the drama was also located here. However, according to the information Wang Yan obtained, there was no Qiao family residence nearby.

After all, Sha Mao Lane is quite long, and he lives at the western entrance. The east and west ends of this street represent two distinct living areas.

Unlocking the door, Wang Yan pushed open the door, and the first thing he saw was a small screen wall engraved with the character "福" (fortune), just like a traditional courtyard house in Beijing. Beyond the screen wall was the courtyard.

There are three side rooms facing south, two side rooms facing east, a small shed built against the wall facing west as a kitchen, and a small room used as a storage room.

Although these buildings sound spacious, the actual living spaces are quite small. With so many buildings together, the yard doesn't feel very big, making it feel crowded.

There was a rope tied in the yard with several pieces of clothing hanging on it. On the windowsill of the house, there was a slingshot, other small wooden carvings, and a set of carving tools.

The door to the small warehouse was opened, revealing two rows of cabinets filled with boxes of traditional Chinese medicine, each labeled with a name. The message from the living father said these were left by Wang Yan's grandfather, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner; it was truly remarkable that they hadn't been chopped up for firewood.

Besides these two rows of cabinets, there was also a shelf filled with all sorts of miscellaneous tools, including acupuncture needles, hammers, axes, saws, and even other woodworking tools. These were collected by Wang Yan's father, who was skilled in woodworking and had made all the furniture in the house piece by piece from pieces of wood he had gathered up.

Inside the small side room, there were also medicine cabinets against the wall. However, these cabinets had been converted into standing cabinets, with a few medicine boxes still retained as drawers. Apart from that, the side room contained only a small bed, where the old man used to live.

Upon entering the main house, the central hall contained a dining table, wooden sofas, and a partition, with a space inside for placing food, dishes, and chopsticks. The east room was the bedroom, with wardrobes of varying heights. The west room was the study, with tall bookshelves almost reaching the ceiling, piled high with all sorts of books.

Many of these books are ancient texts, as well as some books on traditional Chinese medicine and foreign literature. However, they are all old books, some of which were already in the family, and some that my father bought after the opening up of China.

Beside the window, there was a solid wood table covered with a large glass window, on which were the Four Treasures of the Study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper), and a large pile of books was stacked beside the table.

After looking around, Wang Yan suddenly had a whim. He picked up some paper, mixed some paints, and spent several hours creating a panoramic view of Nanjing that he had seen from Zijin Mountain that day.

After admiring himself for a while, Wang Yan decided to frame and hang it up in a few days, then went to sleep in the east room...

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