Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

"Apologize? Why should I apologize?"

Jiang Yang stopped and looked at her with a half-smile.

"You have no respect for your elders and talk back to your teachers, you should apologize!" Su Jingtong said angrily.

"You're just a peasant; even if you study your whole life, you still won't be as good as Zhou Cheng's single finger!"

"Su Jingtong, what if... I were Jiang An?" Jiang Yang revealed a playful smile.

"You?" Su Jingtong couldn't help but sneer.

"Jiang Yang, you really have no shame! You'll tell any lie you want! Don't you even know what kind of person you are!"

Just then, the classroom door was pushed open, and Professor Zhang walked in carrying a thick textbook.

"How is this going?"

He frowned as he looked at the tense scene before him.

"Professor Zhang, you've come at the perfect time!" Su Jingtong immediately stepped forward to complain.

"Jiang Yang showed no respect for his elders, talked back to Vice Principal Pan, and even lied and said he was Mr. Jiang An!"

"Pan Deyi, what do you mean?"

Professor Zhang ignored her and looked directly at Pan Deyi, speaking in a stern tone.

“Professor Zhang, Jiang Yang made a mistake and should be punished!” Pan Deyi said, forcing himself to speak.

"Making a mistake? My apprentice is none of your business!" Professor Zhang shouted angrily.

"Go back to where you came from!"

Pan Deyi's face turned pale and then red, and he eventually slunk away from the office.

"Professor Zhang, you must do me a favor!"

Zhou Cheng immediately put on a wronged expression and moved closer to Professor Zhang.

“This Jiang Yang is targeting me at every turn, just because I’m from Jiang’an…”

Professor Zhang had also read Jiang An's articles and greatly admired this talented writer.

"Are you really Jiang An?" he asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Of course! Absolutely true!" Zhou Cheng said confidently.

"Alright, I'll ask you a few questions."

Professor Zhang pondered for a moment and then raised several questions about artistic creation.

Zhou Cheng stammered and gave irrelevant answers, quickly revealing his true colors.

"You are not Jiang An!" Professor Zhang shook his head in disappointment. "Impersonating someone else is utterly shameful!"

Zhou Cheng's face turned deathly pale instantly, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He stammered, "I...I am Jiang An! The...the editor-in-chief of the newspaper can testify!"

Professor Zhang didn't bother listening to his nonsense. With a wave of his hand, he said sternly, "Get out! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Zhou Cheng wanted to say something more, but he was so frightened by the sharp look in his eyes that he dared not speak again. He could only slink away from the classroom with his head down.

Su Jingtong and Xu Dan were also blacklisted by Professor Zhang because of their previous actions, so they had no choice but to leave with Zhou Cheng.

Outside the classroom, Su Jingtong still looked incredulous. She took Zhou Cheng's arm and comforted him, "Don't mind that old senile man. He's getting old and his mind isn't clear."

Xu Dan chimed in, "Zhou Cheng, your talent is obvious to everyone. You'll be famous throughout the country sooner or later. Don't bother with this old stubborn man."

Zhou Cheng used the same trick again: "Thank you, Professor Zhang is a senior after all, I won't hold it against him."

Soon, news of the conflict between Jiang Yang and Zhou Cheng in the classroom spread throughout the school, and Zhou Cheng, bearing the name of Jiang An, enjoyed immense prestige for a time.

This beautiful scenery soon attracted Zhuang Yan'an.

He approached Zhou Cheng with a beaming smile, rubbing his hands together and saying ingratiatingly, "Mr. Jiang An, I've long admired your name! I'm an editor of the school magazine. I wonder if you could do me the honor of writing an article for our magazine?"

The imposter Zhou Cheng had no writing skills whatsoever. Fearing he would be exposed, he repeatedly declined, saying, "I've been...quite busy lately..."

Zhuang Yan'an's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and he continued to invite, "Mr. Jiang An, please come and visit our literary society. We have many of your fans!"

"Are there many female fans?" Zhou Cheng asked subconsciously.

Zhuang Yan'an immediately understood what he meant and nodded hurriedly: "Lots! Lots! Absolutely lots!"

Zhou Cheng reluctantly agreed.

Inside the literary society, several members were sitting together discussing something. When they saw Zhou Cheng enter, they immediately stood up, their eyes filled with admiration.

Dong Xin walked over and asked curiously, "Who is this?"

Zhuang Yan'an quickly introduced, "This is the famous Mr. Jiang An!"

Dong Xin was stunned.

Jiangyang is the real Jiang'an; this Zhou Cheng is clearly an imposter!

A surge of anger ignited within her.

“Mr. Jiang’an,” she said coldly, “since you’re here, why don’t you write an article on the spot for everyone to see?”

Zhou Cheng panicked immediately. He stammered, "I...I didn't bring a pen today..."

Dong Xin pressed on: "Is it that you dare not write, or that you simply don't know how to write?"

Zhou Cheng was so nervous that he was sweating profusely and at a loss for what to do.

Zhuang Yan'an couldn't stand it any longer and angrily said, "Dong Xin! What kind of attitude is this! If we want to run the school magazine well, we still need Mr. Jiang An! You..."

“A fake is a fake,” Dong Xin said firmly. “He has utterly tarnished Mr. Jiang’an’s reputation!”

"You!" Zhuang Yan'an was furious. "You're clearly trying to embarrass me on purpose!"

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument, he forced Zhou Cheng to write an article.

"Mr. Jiang'an, since you're here, why don't you show us what you've got? It'll be good for the other members to learn from you." Zhuang Yan'an said with a broad smile.

Zhou Cheng cursed him inwardly, but forced himself to remain calm on the surface.

"I have no inspiration today, I can't write anything." He rubbed his temples in a pretentious manner.

“Well… Mr. Jiang’an, you see, you can write anything!” Zhuang Yan’an refused to give up and continued to urge him on.

"It really won't work. I need time and the right atmosphere to prepare myself before I can write an article."

Zhou Cheng's eyes darted around, and he pointed to an old fan in the corner, "This fan is making a lot of noise and it's disturbing my thoughts."

Zhuang Yan'an immediately ordered the fans to be turned off.

The room suddenly became stuffy and hot, and several commune members couldn't help but fan themselves with their hands, but dared not complain.

Just then, Jiang Yang pushed open the door and came in, carrying two lunch boxes.

"Dong Xin, dinner's ready."

He immediately spotted Zhou Cheng sitting in the center, surrounded by the other members, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Upon seeing him, Zhuang Yan'an immediately identified his target.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Yang? What, here to freeload again?"

"What's it to you?" Jiang Yang glanced at him indifferently.

"Two major demerits, and you still have the nerve to come to school?" Zhuang Yan'an said sarcastically.

Jiang Yang was taken aback.

Two major demerits?

Why didn't he know?

"You're quite ill, aren't you? Who made that diagnosis twice?" Jiang Yang frowned.

"The vice principal personally issued the notice! The whole school knows, except you're still in the dark!" Zhuang Yan'an said smugly.

Jiang Yang then realized what was going on.

That old bastard Pan Deyi actually stabbed me in the back!

A surge of anger welled up inside him, and he could no longer control his temper.

"Zhou Cheng, you're really something else! Impersonating someone else, you have no shame at all?"