These, Chen Jianjun knew all about.

But, so what?!

Chen Jianjun liked Zhuoya and wanted even more to overshadow Heh Yuntian.

Therefore, he was determined to win Zhuoya over.

...With Chen Jianjun as her ear report god, Zhuoya knew all of Heh Yuntian’s movements.

She heard he was writing articles, hoping to pay off his huge debt of 500 yuan with it.

Zhuoya secretly shook her head, even more grateful for her choice—

Heh Yuntian really can’t make it, how could he be so delusional!

Yes!

Zhuoya admitted that Heh Yuntian was talented, having once written poems and essays.

But this sort of pretentious stuff simply can’t get published in newspapers.

And to want to earn royalties is ridiculous; it’s already kind enough not to label him as petty bourgeois by those around him.

Zhuoya grew increasingly firm in her thought.

The reason she was in such a hurry to return the materials, not hesitating to stay up all night, was to quickly sever ties with Heh Yuntian.

Dangerous!

Too dangerous!

In Zhuoya’s heart, Heh Yuntian was no longer a fish in the pond; he had become a potential unstable element.

Zhuoya certainly didn’t want to be dragged down by Heh Yuntian if he caused trouble one day!

"Very smooth! Zhuoya, listen, once I finish writing these articles, I’ll be able to get royalties!"

He Tiantian pretended not to notice the distance in Zhuoya’s eyes, speaking excitedly, "Ten yuan per thousand words for the royalties, I’ve calculated that if all my articles get published, it’s a full fifty-five yuan!"

Zhuoya sported a polite yet somewhat awkward smile.

Beautiful but utterly fake!

Haha, all published?

Who do you think you are?

Mr. Zhou reincarnated?!

Even a literary giant like Mr. Zhou wouldn’t dare to easily write articles in this day and age, let alone send them all to the press.

Zhuoya increasingly felt that "Heh Yuntian" was unreliable.

Sigh, probably driven mad by the giant debt, now dreaming broad daylight fantasies.

In her heart, Zhuoya had already crossed out the name "Heh Yuntian," but still maintained a faint smile on her face.

"That’s good."

She responded perfunctorily, then handed the materials to He Tiantian: "Alright, these materials are for your return, Comrade Heh Yuntian, I once again express my gratitude!"

When Zhuoya said "Comrade Heh Yuntian," her gentle face carried a hint of playfulness.

It was as if it was a joke between close friends.

But He Tiantian had a premonition, with this beginning, Zhuoya would really start to treat "Heh Yuntian" as just another comrade.

The once intimate "Yuntian" would be tossed aside by Zhuoya.

"Oh, Zhuoya, don’t be so polite, between you and me—" there’s no need for such formality.

He Tiantian intentionally spoke ambiguously.

Zhuoya hurriedly interrupted He Tiantian, laughing she said, "Alright, alright, no more jokes with you. I’ve been burning the midnight oil for nights, really exhausted, I’ll go rest now."

After saying this, before He Tiantian could persuade her to stay, Zhuoya quickly walked away.

"Oh Zhuoya... well, you have a good rest!"

He Tiantian extended an Er Kang hand, full of reluctance, seemed to have a bellyful of words unsaid, but ultimately didn’t say them.

Looking at Zhuoya’s elegant silhouette, He Tiantian stood motionless, just like a stone longing for its lost wife.

Student Xiao D: ... knew Tiantian was the best actor.

Click, see this acting, forget the Oscars, it’s like every film festival in the world owes you a golden statuette.

After sending off Zhuoya, He Tiantian didn’t go inside, but rather, holding the tutoring materials, turned to head toward Han Dongmei’s small cabin.

"Han Dongmei, are you inside?"

He Tiantian didn’t control the volume, purposely shouting loud enough for the whole courtyard to hear.

"Coming!"

Han Dongmei, frustrated by writing articles and almost pulling her hair out, heard the sound, and despite it being from the despised scumbag, felt a bit relieved—

Finally, she didn’t have to write articles, even if only for a moment!

She pulled the chair hard, stepped over paper balls strewn everywhere, reached the door, and opened a crack, showing half her face: "What’s up?"

Humph, could it be they found writing articles hard and earning royalties even harder, and now came to make amends?

Han Dongmei ripped out half a notebook of draft paper, experiencing firsthand the toughness of "creation," and thought Heh Yuntian must be facing difficulties too.

He Tiantian shook the materials in her hand, "These are the tutoring materials you lent me before, now I’m returning them."

Her voice was still loud enough that not only the Educated Youths at the Educated Youth Corps heard it, but even the villagers chatting and smoking nearby noticed the commotion.