Chapter 8 (2/2)

discharged from the military service.

Of course, someone else secretly told Zhang yang about this.

On the other hand the old man himself was blowing his own trumpet, announcing

his accomplishment, basically saying that if it wasn’t for him in the Vietnam

War, China certainly wouldn’t have won.

At the beginning, he also managed to fool a group of

students to wors.h.i.+p him as a war hero, but gradually as his words started to

monopolize everything, the layer of glorious image that was created in the

student’s heart started to collapse. But the elders still did not have any idea

about it.

“ How am I going to persuade Professor Li’s wife?” seeing

Zhang yang taking a bite from the bread, the old man laid back on the couch and

closed his eyes, feeling pleased.

” I think you should take it slow, no one wants to talk

about love, when they just lost their husband.”

“Hey! I considered that fact too, but… Still….. , I’m not in

a hurry!”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“That fat man from the dining hall, he’s going to Professor

Li’s house almost every day. If I do not act sooner, someone else might beat me

to it.” Said the old man with a depressed expression on his face.

“In that case... Cough … you should immediately go to her

house and tell her that you like her. You should stop fooling around at this

age, time is Money. You’ll be over sixty in no time. Every day is a new

opportunity.”

“I…. pff…. Who doesn’t have much time..?”

“However, if it’s really like that, I will go to her house

after work.” The old man sighed and suddenly spoke in a loud voice and startled

Zhang Yang.

“……..”

Looking at the old man

face, alone, the face of injustice. His wife was dead for more than a month

now, actually he went to the courts.h.i.+p the night before. Zhang Yang did not

have any choice but to pray Buddha to bless and protect uncle w.a.n.g from bad

luck.

“…..”

“Zhang Yang, hurry up!” A rough voice came from outside the

door.

“Ah uncle w.a.n.g, Liu Biao is here, I’ll get going now.”

Hearing Liu Biao’s voice, Zhang Yang hurriedly stood up and

felt as if his savior had arrived.

“Oh ... Okay... Be careful and tell that kid to not walk

around all day and night with a bunch of gangsters.”

“Go on”

The old man became feebly again, and the whole man curled up

in his couch looked so lonely.

“Uncle w.a.n.g, I’ll go now, don’t keep the fan facing towards

your chest. It’s very easy to catch a cold.” Zhang Yang, looking at the old

man, that rugged body curled up in the couch, he suddenly felt halfhearted.

“Go.” The old man seemed sleepy, he waved his hand and then

closed his eyes.

Zhang Yang did not say anything. He just adjusted the fan to

the minimum speed and slowly get out of the guard’s room, and then closed the

door.

“Hurry up, don’t slow down like a b.i.t.c.h.”

At the school’s gate, there stood a tall guy, wearing a suit

with a white s.h.i.+rt, striped tie, thick eyebrows, eyes like that of a leopard,

looked ordinary at the first sight.

A worn out Yamaha 250, entirely covered with grease dirt

stopped by the side.

“You ... What are you doing?”

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