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

Zhou Cheng was caught off guard by the scolding, and his face turned red.

"You...you're talking nonsense! I am Jiang An!"

"What's your relationship with that old bastard Pan Deyi?" Jiang Yang pressed on relentlessly.

"You...I don't know what you're talking about!" Zhou Cheng said guiltily, avoiding his gaze.

"Who is Pan Dehai to you?" Jiang Yang dropped another bombshell.

Zhou Cheng's face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

This kid actually knows Pan Dehai!

His identity can probably no longer be kept secret.

"Jiang Yang, stop spouting nonsense!" Zhuang Yan'an jumped out to defend Zhou Cheng.

"How dare you question Mr. Jiang An's talent?"

“Since you trust him so much, then let him write an article to prove himself on the spot!” Jiang Yang said, pointing at Zhou Cheng.

The members of the literary society also started to make a fuss, clamoring to see Zhou Cheng write an article.

Zhou Cheng was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but to agree.

"Jiang Yang, do you dare to compete?" Zhuang Yan'an looked at Jiang Yang provocatively.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Jiang Yang readily agreed.

"However, if he confesses now, he can still retain some dignity."

Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth, refusing to admit defeat: "Let's compete then, who's afraid of who!"

He refused to believe that Jiang Yang could beat him.

He read Jiang An's articles every day, and through constant exposure, he learned some of the essence of his work.

“If we’re going to play this game, let’s go big,” Jiang Yang said with a cold smile. “How about we treat it as writing a story?”

Without a second thought, Zhuang Yan'an agreed on Zhou Cheng's behalf: "Okay! It's settled then!"

Jiang Yang looked at Zhou Cheng's feigned composure and sneered inwardly.

Pretend, keep pretending!

"Let's compete then, who's afraid of who!" Zhou Cheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"To be fair, let's put the stories we've written on the blackboard and let the members choose for themselves," Zhuang Yan'an suggested.

Jiang Yang shrugged indifferently: "Sure."

The match duration is set at ten minutes, which is neither too long nor too short.

Jiang Yang's calligraphy flows like dragons and snakes, his thoughts gushing forth like a spring.

In his mind, vivid characters and exciting storylines had already taken shape, just waiting to be poured out.

Zhou Cheng racked his brains, scratching his head in frustration.

He usually reads sentimental, bourgeois articles about romance and nature; how could he possibly write any stories?

After struggling for a long time, he managed to squeeze out a few lines.

He secretly glanced at Jiang Yang and saw that he was writing very quickly, which made him even more flustered.

When the allotted time was up, the two of them posted their written stories on the left and right sides of the blackboard, respectively.

The members of the literary society immediately surrounded them, chattering amongst themselves.

"The story on the right is really well written! The plot is full of twists and turns, and it's very gripping!"

"Yes, the characters are so lifelike, it felt like I was actually there!"

"What is that thing on the left? It's utter garbage!"

"The writing is childish, the story is clichéd, it's simply unbearable to read!"

……

Almost all members chose the story on the right.

Zhuang Yan'an looked at the one-sided situation with a smug expression and then looked at Jiang Yang.

"Well? Jiang Yang, anything else to say?"

Jiang Yang looked at him with a half-smile, without saying a word.

Dong Xin couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but mock, "Zhuang Yan'an, take another good look at the signature."

Zhuang Yan'an was taken aback. Following Dong Xin's gaze, he noticed that the copy with zero votes was signed "Zhou Cheng".

His face instantly turned bright red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Zhou Cheng, what kind of nonsense have you written!"

Enraged, Zhuang Yan'an ripped off the story Zhou Cheng had written and threw it hard on the ground.

Zhou Cheng's face was deathly pale, and he stammered, "I...I'm not feeling well today..."

Jiang Yang couldn't bear to watch any longer; a wave of nausea washed over him, and he almost vomited.

"Stop pretending, Zhou Cheng, I am Jiang An."

Zhou Cheng and Zhuang Yan'an were both stunned.

"You? Jiang An?" Zhuang Yan'an pointed at Jiang Yang, looking at him like he was an idiot. "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror!"

"Believe it or not." Jiang Yang was too lazy to waste words with them.

“Zhou Cheng, I’m warning you, if you dare to use Jiang An’s name to swindle people again, I’ll send you to jail!”

Zhou Cheng was intimidated by his imposing manner and realized that Jiang Yang was not joking with him.

Out of fear, he implicated Pan Dehai.

“I…I was forced…it was Pan Dehai…he made me do it…”

Zhuang Yan'an was humiliated once again, and in a fit of anger, he blamed Jiang Yang for it.

Fearing being held accountable, Zhou Cheng chose to drop out of school.

The students, unaware of the truth, also accused Jiang Yang, saying that he had bullied others by abusing his power and forced Zhou Cheng to leave.

Jiang Yang was speechless and could only shake his head helplessly.

Just then, an arrogant voice came from outside the crowd: "Jiang Yang! You stop right there!"

It's Su Jingtong.

She strode through the crowd in her high heels, her delicate face icy cold.

"You made Zhou Cheng leave in anger?"

Jiang Yang didn't even lift his eyelids: "What does this have to do with me?"

Su Jingtong was furious; she hated his nonchalant attitude the most.

"Stop pretending! If you hadn't been so aggressive, why would Zhou Cheng have dropped out of school?"

However, Jiang Yang completely ignored her and kept his head down with a calm expression.

"Say something! Are you mute?" Su Jingtong persisted.

"A country bumpkin like you doesn't deserve to stay at Yenching University! You should go back to your Jiang'an County!"

Su Jingtong's shrill voice was particularly jarring, attracting the attention of the surrounding students who watched the argument with curiosity.

Jiang Yang finally raised his head, looked directly at her, and curled his lips into a mocking smile.

"What, are you feeling sorry for your Jiang'an?"

Su Jingtong's face stiffened, then she sneered: "You? You dare to compare yourself to Jiang An? Even if you work hard for a hundred years, you still won't catch up to one ten-thousandth of Jiang An's talent!"

Jiang Yang sneered: "I advise you, don't read Jiang An's articles anymore."

"Why should I?" Su Jingtong's eyebrows furrowed and her almond-shaped eyes widened.

"Because I am Jiang An, if you read my articles again, I will feel disgusted."

Su Jingtong was stunned, then, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, she gritted her teeth and said, "Jiang Yang, you're lying! Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?"

Jiang Yang snorted coldly: "With a brain like yours, you wouldn't be able to understand Jiang An's articles."

“You…” Su Jingtong was so angry that she trembled all over.

"Fine! Jiang Yang, do you dare to swear? If you really are Jiang An, I'll go to the broadcasting room and publicly apologize to you!"

She was convinced that Jiang Yang was bluffing.

How could he possibly be Jiang An?

A glint of light flashed in Jiang Yang's eyes: "Tomorrow, the Yanjing Daily will publish Jiang An's latest serialized novel. The ending is that the male protagonist dies in an accidental car accident. Go see it for yourself."

The next morning, the Yanjing Daily sales point was packed with people.

Su Jingtong couldn't wait to buy a newspaper, find the section with the serialized novel, and read it line by line.

Her face grew paler and paler, and finally, the newspaper slipped limply from her hand.