Rebirth of Bloody Romance

"Let's go back to the classroom. We have an exam in the afternoon." Zhong Yuemin's voice was calm and firm, as if nothing could shake his determination.

Lin Shufang sighed helplessly, she knew that she could not change Zhong Yuemin's decision. She could only follow him silently and walk to the classroom together.

The classmates in the corridor looked at the two of them, looking at each other in bewilderment. They all knew that Zhong Yuemin was usually a kind and good-tempered person who rarely argued with others. But today, his behavior surprised them.

"What happened to Zhong Laoer?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. He seems particularly serious today," another person answered.

The moment Zhong Yuemin pushed open the door of the classroom, it was as if a breeze was blowing across the lake. It seemed calm, but it was hiding a wave that was about to arise.

Zhong Yuemin still maintained his unruly look, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the conflict just now was just a trivial matter to him.

Zhong Yuemin walked to his seat and sat down nonchalantly. However, this seemingly ordinary action was like a bombshell in the eyes of the whole class, instantly detonating the originally dull atmosphere.

The whole class was silent, all eyes were focused on Zhong Yuemin. They seemed to be waiting for something, perhaps Zhong Yuemin's next move, or perhaps some secret that was about to be revealed.

There was an indescribable tension in the air, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Zhong Yuemin seemed to not care about all this, and the atmosphere in the classroom was completely different from Zhong Yuemin's relaxed attitude.

The eyes of the whole class were focused on him, as if he were some rare animal. In the dead silence, only the sound of Zhong Yuemin's breathing and the rustling of leaves outside the window seemed particularly clear.

"Yuemin, are you okay?" Liu Minghua asked cautiously, with a hint of worry in his voice.

Zhong Yuemin turned his head and gave Liu Minghua a comforting smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

However, Zhong Yuemin's relaxed attitude did not ease the tense atmosphere in the classroom.

Students all know that Zhong Yuemin had just had a fierce conflict with the American professor, and this was in the presence of city and school leaders.

Such an incident was undoubtedly a big deal in their usually peaceful campus.

"Yuemin, you were so brave just now!" said a boy who had a good relationship with Zhong Yuemin, with a hint of admiration in his voice.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and said nothing more. He knew that his behavior might be a little impulsive, but he also believed that some things had to be done by someone.

At this time, Song Xiangjun walked into the classroom. "Student Zhong Yuemin, please come out for a moment."

Zhong Yuemin went straight into the office of counselor Song Xiangjun. Zhong Yuemin shook his head and smiled bitterly. This was his first time here.

Zhong Yuemin gently pushed the door open and walked in. The office was neat and solemn. Song Xiangjun was sitting at the desk with a serious look on her face. Zhong Yuemin stood there, somewhat at a loss.

Song Xiangjun looked at him with a frown, her tone blaming him. "Student Zhong Yuemin, do you know how impulsive you were today? Have you ever considered the consequences? You are usually a very smart person, why are you so stubborn today?"

Zhong Yuemin lowered his head, feeling bitter in his heart. He knew he was wrong, but he also had his own persistence and reasons. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun became even angrier. "What's your attitude? Do you know how much impact your behavior will have on the school? You're about to graduate, what if you're expelled?"

Zhong Yuemin raised his head, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. "I know I was impulsive, but I can't just watch the wrong thing happen without stopping it. I believe what I did was right, and even if I have to bear the consequences, I won't regret it."

Song Xiangjun looked at him, speechless for a moment. She took a deep breath and softened her tone. "I know you have your own ideas, but you have to be responsible for your actions. If you do this, it will not only affect your own future, but also bring trouble to the people around you."

Zhong Yuemin was silent for a while, then said, "Teacher Song, I know I was a little impulsive today, and I will bear the consequences. But I hope you can understand me. I am not being unreasonable. I just think that some things must be said by someone."

Zhong Yuemin stared at Song Xiangjun, her eyes flashing with complex emotions, both reproach and concern. He took a deep breath, knowing that this was the result of deep love and strong criticism.

Zhong Yuemin knew that this person, who was both his English teacher and his friend, was actually on his side. However, as an international student who had experienced many ups and downs, she knew better how to protect herself in such a complicated situation.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin spoke softly, his voice firm. "Teacher Song, you have seen the arrogant attitude of the Americans. You are an English teacher, and you should know better than me the contempt hidden in those words. If I don't stand up, they will really think that Chinese people are easy to bully! I can't control what others do, but as a former soldier, I can't stand it."

Song Xiangjun shook her head lightly, frowning, with a helpless tone. "Zhong Yuemin, you have only been abroad for a short time, and there are some things you don't understand. We, the students who went abroad before, have suffered much more grievances than this. This kind of situation is actually nothing. Why are you so impulsive?"

Zhong Yuemin's heart tightened. He knew that what Song Xiangjun said was true. But he also knew that he couldn't just swallow his anger.

Zhong Yuemin said in a deep voice: "Teacher Song, I know you have been through a lot, and I also know that this kind of occasion may not be a big deal for you. But for me, I can't watch others insult our country. I will take the exam in the afternoon, but after that, I think I need some time to deal with this matter."

Song Xiangjun looked at him, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. "Zhong Yuemin, don't be too impulsive. Go back and prepare for the exam now, and take a few days off after the exam. We will discuss countermeasures after the school meeting to decide on your decision. After all, you have offended foreign guests, and the city leaders think you are unorganized and undisciplined. I will try my best to help you, and don't worry."

Zhong Yuemin was silent for a moment. He knew that what Song Xiangjun said was right. But he also knew that he couldn't just give up. He nodded. "Teacher Song, thank you for your concern. I will do well in the exam and wait for the school's handling result. But I also hope that you can understand me. There are some things I must do."

Song Xiangjun looked at his determined eyes and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. She knew that Zhong Yuemin had his own persistence and beliefs, which she admired.

But Song Xiangjun also knew that this road was not easy to walk. "Zhong Yuemin, you must remember that no matter what happens, I will stand by you. But you must also learn to protect yourself and not put yourself in danger."

"Thank you, Mr. Song. I will remember your words."

The afternoon sun shines through the window, dappling every corner of the classroom. The air is filled with tension, as if even breathing has become cautious.

This is the last exam of the afternoon, advanced mathematics. For most students, it is a test of intelligence and perseverance.

Zhong Yuemin sat quietly in his seat, his eyes firm and deep. He ignored the noisy whispers of his classmates around him, as if he was in another world.

When the test paper was handed to him, he quickly glanced at it and frowned slightly. The questions on the test paper were beyond his usual learning scope, involving profound concepts such as differentials of mappings, implicit mappings, and surfaces.

Zhong Yuemin is well aware of the importance of this exam. This is not just an ordinary exam, but a crucial battle for selecting students to study abroad, and it is also an important moment that determines their graduation assignments.

Therefore, no one dared to take it lightly, and there was an indescribable sense of tension in the air.

In the classroom, some students scratched their heads and ears, frowning; some students bit their pens and thought hard. Everyone was forced to write the answers on the test paper.

"Damn it, there's even mathematical analysis, how can I live!" A boy cursed in a low voice. Although the voice was not loud, it was particularly harsh in the quiet classroom.

Zhong Yuemin raised his head slightly and looked at the boy, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that this exam was a huge challenge for everyone.

The sunlight shines through the classroom window, onto Zhong Yuemin's test paper, a golden hue. He sits there, writing quickly, solving each question as if it were a flawless dance.

Zhong Yuemin’s previous habit was to carefully review every answer after finishing the test paper to ensure that it was correct.

If he found that he had answered all the questions correctly, he would even deliberately answer a few questions incorrectly to keep a low profile and not appear too conspicuous.

But today, Zhong Yuemin no longer had such concerns. The incident in the auditorium this morning had already made him the focus of everyone's attention, and getting a perfect score now was no longer a big deal for him.

Zhong Yuemin picked up his pen and started answering questions without using any draft paper. His thoughts flowed like water, and each question seemed like a simple arithmetic problem to him. He wrote as if he was divinely inspired, and could solve a question in less than two minutes without thinking.

However, when it comes to drawing questions, he slows down a little. These questions either require Zhong Yuemin to draw pictures, or require him to write down the detailed calculation process. But he still handles them with ease, and every stroke seems so calm.

The invigilator would stand beside Zhong Yuemin for a while from time to time, her appreciation was beyond words. She looked at Zhong Yuemin's focused and confident demeanor, and couldn't help but secretly admire him. This student is really extraordinary.

The sun shines through the classroom window onto Zhong Yuemin's fair and resolute face. He sits at his desk, his pen nib leaping across the paper like an elegant dancer. The invigilators look at his neat and tidy paper and fair handwriting, and can't help but whisper to each other.

There were two mimeographed papers with 20 calculation questions densely packed on them. Without the interference of multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions, this exam was more like a pure contest.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes were firm and deep, as if he had seen through the essence of these questions. Various algorithms and formulas were running rapidly in his mind, and every stroke of the pen was so precise and decisive.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, but Zhong Yuemin's heartbeat gradually accelerated. He felt that his mind had reached its peak, and every cell was burning for this exam.

Finally, in less than half an hour, he finished all the questions.

Just as the classroom was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere and everyone was overwhelmed by difficult problems, suddenly, a figure stood up from his seat.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted by this sudden action and focused on that figure - Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin stood up and walked to the podium calmly. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to tell everyone that he had already made up his mind. The classroom was silent, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing.

Walking to the podium, Zhong Yuemin neatly handed the two test papers in his hand to the invigilator's advanced mathematics teacher.

The teacher took the test paper, and his expression gradually changed from calm to surprise. He lowered his head and carefully checked the test paper, only to see that every question was answered clearly and accurately, and the handwriting was neat and there was no trace of correction.

The math teacher stared at the test paper in his hand with wide eyes, and the surprise on his face became more and more obvious. He couldn't help but whisper to himself: "It's only been 30 minutes, and he has finished it?" He glanced at the test paper again. The answers on it were neat and clear, obviously after careful consideration.

Not only the advanced math teacher, but all the students in the classroom showed incredible expressions. They knew that the difficulty of this test was extraordinary, and many people were still struggling, trying to find clues to solve the problem.

However, Zhong Yuemin seemed to be at ease and solved all the problems effortlessly.

Amidst the astonishment and envy of everyone, Zhong Yuemin turned and left the classroom. His back gradually faded away from everyone's sight, but he left behind endless doubts and discussions.

"How did Zhong Lao Er do it?"

"Is Zhong Lao Er really a human?"

"Could it be that Zhong Lao Er knew the answer in advance?"

"Zhong Lao Er, you haven't given up, have you?"

During normal exams, Zhong Yuemin was just like everyone else, studying seriously for two hours and never handing in his paper early. His test scores were generally average.

Everyone generally thought that Zhong Yuemin might have been affected by the foreign guest incident and was in a bad mood, so he might have handed in the test paper without finishing it. With this in mind, everyone thought it was natural.

Zhong Yuemin looked particularly lonely in the sun. He had just come out of school, holding a pack of newly bought cigarettes and a box of matches in his hands, as if these insignificant things could bring him some comfort.

Zhong Yuemin gently tore open the seal of the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and then lit a match. The faint flame danced in the night, like a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The sulfur smell of matches intertwined with the aroma of tobacco, drifting in the air with the breeze.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep puff of cigarette, and his eyes became blurred in the smoke.