novelraw Chapter 542: The 1950s Extra Baggage 21
Chapter 542: The 1950s Extra Baggage 21
An Ning hadn't been this speechless in a very long time.
Some people really made you feel like getting revenge on them was a waste of brainpower.
Taking the textbooks out from the desk drawer again, An Ning even felt a bit grateful at this moment. It had been so long since she crossed over, and she truly hadn't encountered such terrifying teammates before.
To be honest, a person being stupid isn't scary. But once a stupid person thinks they're clever? That's just...!
Their destructive power doesn't discriminate between friend or foe, it's terrifying to such a degree!
Unfortunately, this little bit of gratitude in An Ning's heart didn't last very long...
In September 1958, while that farce at the Old Meng family was still ongoing, An Ning, carrying her small schoolbag and escorted by Old Wang and Ms. Wei, officially stepped into her high school life.
Unlike No.1 Middle School, City No.1 High School was quite a distance from home. The bus ride alone took half an hour. Plus, both of them had to work, so living on campus had become inevitable.
While helping to tidy up the bed, Wei Qiao even felt a twinge of regret:
"If I'd known she'd have to live on campus so young, Ning Ning shouldn't have skipped grades so quickly back then. Waiting another two years wouldn't have been too late."To this, An Ning's reply was extremely direct, brimming with the arrogance of an academic prodigy:
"What's the point of repeating the same things over and over?"
As soon as the words fell, not only did An Ning nearly choke on her own act, but Wei Qiao, who was busy tidying things up, also couldn't help but feel a bit choked up.
Was this what Old Wang meant before about the world of geniuses being different from ours?
Of course, Ms. Wei's words were just a momentary sigh.
The world had changed so fast these past years. Who knew what the next year would bring, whether studies could even be completed. It was the same old saying: the more things you can grasp in your hand, the better.
The opportunity to study was just too hard to come by.
However, living on campus was one thing. After all, An Ning was a centuries-old monster, plus she had specifically improved her physical fitness. She wasn't going to be overwhelmed by something like this.
Although it was true that the dormitory environment in this era was poor.
Yet An Ning soon discovered that the real challenge wasn't here, or rather, it wasn't with her at all.
Looking at the homework book in front of her, covered in red crosses, An Ning couldn't help but take a deep breath, barely suppressing the little flame of impatience gradually rising within her.
Especially looking at this densely packed, neatly written homework book, clearly written stroke by stroke with great care, and then at her eldest sister's slightly flushed cheeks and ashamed expression right now.
Don't rush, don't rush, can't get impatient!
It's just tutoring homework, right? She'd dealt with even more headache-inducing students before.
Besides, it was clear that Eldest Sister had already been trying very hard. Sigh, it was still this original body's impatient temper, it was just too influential.
Taking a deep breath, An Ning soon regained her usual expression:
"Eldest Sister, it's fine, we'll take it slow, I'm not in a hurry..."
And this tutoring session lasted the entire afternoon.
Outside the door, the Little Wang Brat, who had just started the first year of middle school, occasionally passed by, and in the next second, would zip past the room where An Ning and the other were at an extremely fast speed.
He didn't stop for even half a second.
An Ning, who occasionally heard the commotion: "..."
In the evening, looking at the pile of high school textbooks before her, An Ning silently readjusted the previously set schedule, allocating most of her time at home to her eldest sister.
There was no other way. Elementary school was foundational after all. As long as one was diligent enough beyond that, they could generally do well or even excel.
She originally thought that at least with her eldest sister, problems wouldn't arise until middle school. She never expected it would happen in the second semester of fourth grade...
Actually, it wasn't that surprising. After all, this was the fifties, and the single-day-off system was still in place.
That meant she only had one day a week to come home. And even then, the school would occasionally arrange some extracurricular labor, naturally greatly reducing the time available for tutoring.
And this time, she had only been gone for half a month.
Late at night, the alley was at its quietest.
The two sisters' rooms were said to be separate, but they were only divided by a cloth curtain. Through the gap, you could even see the faint light seeping through from the other side.
It was already past eight in the evening now.
Letting out an almost imperceptible sigh, An Ning lowered her head and began to write quickly on the homework book in front of her, or rather, to set problems.
If talent wasn't enough, then make up for it with hard work. If hard work still wasn't enough, well... then continue with the sea of problems tactic.
If the sea of problems tactic didn't work, hah!
Under the lamplight, An Ning's face couldn't help but reveal a somewhat "kind" smile:
That could only prove that they hadn't done enough problems!
In short, the next day, as soon as she woke up, before she could even catch her breath, she received a whole thick book of practice problems. Even someone as diligent as An Yun couldn't help but have a somewhat lifeless expression on her delicate little face.
Of course, on the surface, to avoid favoritism, the same booklet naturally applied to the Little Wang Brat as well.
Unlike An Yun, who knew her own talent was lacking and was usually the most diligent and hardworking, Wang Yong Hua, this cheap brother of hers, turned green on the spot. If Old Man hadn't been watching with a stern eye from the side, he probably would have jumped three feet high right then and there.
In the end, he could only lower his head and mumble:
"Ahem... Dad, Sis, the doctor said I shouldn't overexert myself in the future." Finally, he sneakily glanced at his dad's expression and hurriedly added:
"This isn't my fault either! Blame that guy with the surname Meng!"
Wang Ming De: "..."
Old Wang couldn't help but laugh angrily: "Then take it first, look at it slowly!"
Even though he knew this brat was clearly just lazy, it was also true that this brat's health had been poor these past years.
The Meng Family...
Thinking of the news he had accidentally learned recently, Wang Ming De couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He wasn't going to take action himself, but since someone else was going to make a move, he wasn't some righteous champion who had to stop others from doing their business.
An Ning, who vaguely sensed something: "..."
Sure enough, by the time she came out of school again, news came that Chen Fu Sheng, due to careless inspection of parts, had nearly caused a major safety accident. Consequently, not only was his team leader position revoked, his worker grade dropped to the lowest, and he was barred from any promotion opportunities for five years.
In short, it meant that after all these years of busy work, the guy surnamed Chen was back to square one overnight.
Unsurprisingly, the mastermind behind this incident was undoubtedly Zhou Yan Cheng.
This person's thoughts weren't hard to guess.
Didn't they look down on his lowly origins, want to use connections to climb up, treat him like some stray cat or dog to play with? Then fine, let them accompany this mediocre and incompetent person, falling into the mud for a lifetime.
Of course, with this person's caution, he naturally wouldn't take action personally. But secretly sowing discord, then subtly mentioning the factory manager's displeasure... it had to be said, this guy was a real expert.
A few words, without getting his hands dirty, could knock the guy surnamed Chen down so hard he couldn't get back up.
Of course, what was most heart-wrenching was Miss Meng's attitude afterwards. Perhaps because in her previous life, Chen Fu Sheng took care of everything and always followed her lead, she still had some memory of that.
Her attitude towards this husband she barely managed to get in this life was clearly very lofty.
In her opinion, in her previous life, her health was mostly ruined, she had a child, and with the debt of saving her life, marrying this guy was barely acceptable.
But in this life, she hadn't even been married before. Wasn't marrying him too much of a loss?
Of course, the important thing was that the other party's subtle hint about wanting to ask her father for help had thoroughly hit Miss Meng's sore spot.
Asking Father for a promotion? Wasn't that just like the gigolo from her previous life?
In the not-so-large room, resting her head on the softest pillow brought from home, wearing the new-style dress just bought from the downtown department store.
Even the bedsheet beneath her was the latest Shanghai brand from the department store.
Yet at this moment, Miss Meng looked the person up and down with disappointment and barely concealed contempt:
"Chen Fu Sheng, how have you become like this. A grown man, why can't you rely on yourself? What's with always wanting to rely on others?"
"What, did you marry me just for my dad?"
Chen Fu Sheng: "..."
No, seriously, in this lifetime, who isn't connected to others? Just ask, who hasn't relied on someone else?
Rely on yourself, not on others?
Then I ask you, where did those watches and clothes costing dozens of yuan each come from?
At this moment, having just suffered a wave of anger outside, and now receiving another big wave at home, caught between the two, Chen Fu Sheng felt his vision go dark for a moment.
Evil people naturally have evil people to torment them!
It had to be said, the clash of logic between these two was quite interesting.
An Ning, who was taking a break from studying to watch the show and relax her brain, thought so.
But she figured the Chen Family was about to get lively soon, right?
After repeatedly hinting without success, sure enough, early the next morning, the two sisters from the Chen Family each brought several nephews to "visit."
Little did they know, the moment the main door opened, after a night of air-drying, from the door lintel above, imperceptibly fine powder was silently drifting down...