Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 60: Novel craze (Part 1)

For example, at the moment, Wen Hong was rolling up a few pages of paper in her right hand, ready to trade them with other female classmates. As usual, Feng Wen deliberately created obstacles in the middle to prevent Wen Hong from walking out smoothly. While she was lecturing Feng Wen, Feng Yiping snatched the few pages of paper from her hand.

Wen Hong yelled, ignoring the need to lecture Feng Wen, and hurriedly chased after him. Not only did she chase after him, but several female classmates who heard the news also came over to grab them, including Huang Jingping.

Feng Yiping used a quick move to fend off the girls in front of him, and they instantly broke into disorder. He easily made his way out of the classroom, waving his sleeve as he went, not taking a single cloud with him.

Hehe, of course it wasn't that easy. With the help of Feng Wen and Xiao Zhijie, he finally managed to break through the siege and escape from the classroom. Looking down, he saw that a button had been ripped off, and there were several scratches on his arm. What fierce girls!

In short, this made him feel all the more that these few pages of paper were very important.

Wen Hong and Wang Jinju chased after him to the door, but from time to time, teachers walked past outside. There were also a few teachers on the second floor of the teachers' building leaning on the railings of the corridor, looking in the direction of the classroom. They couldn't act rashly and had to sulkily retreat.

So at the entrance to the classroom, where the teachers upstairs couldn't see them, a group of girls chattered and denounced.

Feng Yiping smiled, waved the paper in his hand at them, and in an instant, several female classmates ran back to their seats with red faces. Wen Hong was making a fist there, ashamed and annoyed.

Feng Yiping unfolded these hard-won sheets of paper and looked at them. Huh, they looked familiar! There were some obvious brackets in the paragraphs, and inside the brackets it said 'the author deleted so many words'. But he couldn't remember what it was for the moment. Then he looked at the beginning again, and he understood what was going on.

These were a few pages from a novel, the protagonist of which was Zhuang Zhdie. The heroine of these pages was Liu Yue, and they were about Zhuang Zhdie feeding Liu Yue plum blossoms.

Oh, Feng Yiping understood why the girls had been so united and mysterious these past few days. These pages had fallen into his hands, and they were fighting desperately to get them back. It turned out that they had taken a copy of 'Xu Guo' and torn it into pages, which they were exchanging and reading.

Seeing the smile on his face, Wen Hong could no longer stay, stomped her foot angrily, and ran back to her seat.

Feng Yiping was also a little bit at a loss for a moment. He didn't expect the secret to be this, and he really didn't know what to say or do for a moment. Why was he so curious?

When he returned to the classroom, the female classmates were not as fierce as before. They all pretended not to have seen him. He also pretended that nothing had happened just now, returned to his seat, and Wen Hong's face turned a little red as she glared at her fiercely. Feng Yiping lightly threw the few pieces of paper at her, 'Why are you angry? Good things should be shared. What's the big deal? I've seen this in elementary school.'

The female classmates, who had been listening with their ears pricked, let out a sigh of relief when they saw that Feng Yiping didn't react too strongly. They were still embarrassed and annoyed, but it seemed that the thing they were most worried about would not happen. They were most worried that if Feng Yiping reported to the teacher, there would be big trouble.

Wen Hong shoved the papers into the drawer, 'Feng Yiping, you're so annoying!'

Feng Yiping quickly changed the subject, "Hey, you're practically flirting with me!'

Wen Hong hit back with something Feng Yiping had said before, "Feng Yiping, you're so full of yourself!'

Wow, it even rhymes a bit.

This incident seemed to be the start of something, and from then on, all kinds of novels appeared frequently in class.

The next evening, Feng Yiping saw several people fighting over a novel in the dormitory. What novel was it? In the end, the sports committee member, who was tall and strong, snatched it. Feng Yiping went over to take a look, and it turned out to be an authentic pornographic handwritten manuscript! This kind of thing, which had completely disappeared afterwards, was now very popular among the boys.

That night, he discovered that more than one classmate was reading novels under the covers with a flashlight after the lights were out.

After a few days, perhaps having finished 'The Ruined City', Wen Hong switched to romance novels. At this time, Taiwanese romance novels, represented by Qiong Yao, were very popular among girls. The plots were similar, basically changing the story of Cinderella to a larger era, or adding various modern elements to 'The Story of the Western Wing'. Of course, there was a rule that many novels followed Qiong Yao's example and ended in tragedy.

What impressed Feng Yiping about these novels was not the various entanglements of the rich young master and the poor beautiful girl, but the fact that most of these pirated novels had the rich young master driving a Mercedes-Benz. He suddenly felt that this car must be very high-end, as all the rich young masters drove Mercedes-Benz. But what is Mercedes-Benz? What is a RV? Why haven't we heard of it in China? Just hearing the name, it sounds like another high-end car made by the devils.

He later realised that the so-called Mercedes-Benz RV was actually the Mercedes-Benz sedan as known in China, but they insisted on calling it a Mercedes-Benz RV instead of a Mercedes-Benz sedan.

We are always prone to flaunt our superiority in various ways, and at the same time, this gives rise to various forms of discrimination. This is actually a form of linguistic discrimination. When the reform and opening up of China first began, there were many investments from Hong Kong and Taiwan, and many people became rich along the coast. For a while, many people, whether they were from Hong Kong or Taiwan or not, spoke with a Hong Kong or Taiwan accent. They thought that speaking with a Hong Kong or Taiwan accent immediately set them apart from the general public, and they looked very high and mighty, rich and uncouth.

This discrimination was not reversed until the beginning of the next century, when the Mainland became rich and people in Hong Kong and Taiwan began to learn Mandarin.

Feng Yiping had never been interested in romance novels like this. As a boy, he of course liked martial arts novels.

The plot was more or less like this: a nobody suddenly has an amazing adventure, learns peerless martial arts, marries a beautiful and wealthy knight-errant, and then walks the world with his sword, intervening when he sees injustice – like Feng Wenfang's The Legend of the Condor Heroes, which he kept under his math textbook.

The martial arts novels circulating in class not only included Jin Yong's, but also those by Liang Yusheng, Gu Long, and in short, the works of the three masters of traditional martial arts novels, later known as the 'Three Musketeers of Martial Arts'.

There were also Liu Canyang, Wolongsheng, Wen Rui'an, Zhuge Qingyun, Yun Zhongyue... I don't know where all these books came from.

In short, it was common for everyone to read novels in class these days, and even the hardworking Huang Jingping was no exception. In English class, Feng Yiping saw her pressing a book under her textbook and reading it when the teacher wasn't looking.

Zhang Qiuling, who had always been diligent, didn't read novels during class, but she read A Dream of Red Mansions openly outside of class. Feng Yiping stubbornly believed that Zhang Qiuling's current reading of A Dream of Red Mansions was absolutely for the same purpose as his first reading of it. Except for some poems, she mainly picked certain plots to read. As for what plots, hee hee, you know!