Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The night was as dark as ink, deep and quiet, the street lights were dim, emitting a faint light. Zui Xiang Lou was still bustling with noise and laughter.

Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang, Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong sat together in a lively atmosphere. They talked about everything under the sun, boasted and joked, and burst into hearty laughter from time to time.

These people have spent countless days and nights together, sharing each other's joys and sorrows. At this moment, their friendship is as warm as the lights at night.

Their topics covered everything, from the embarrassing things in the past to the ambitions in the future, and every story made them feel very close. They recalled every little bit of the past, and those good times seemed to be right in front of them.

However, among this group of people, there was one figure who looked particularly lonely. Song Xiangjun, the woman who usually had a bright smile on her face, was now sitting alone in a corner, tightly holding a glass of wine in her hand, with a dazed look in her eyes, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.

Zhong Yuemin was keenly aware of her abnormality, and a trace of worry surged in his heart. He knew that Song Xiangjun's alcohol tolerance was not good, and he was worried that she would be hurt by excessive drinking. So, he asked with concern, "Teacher Song, drink less."

"I-I'm fine."

"Oh!" Zhong Yuemin sighed.

"Let me tell you, one time I was on a mission in the mountains and I almost caught a bear! I was thinking, if I caught it, how should I eat it? And how should I eat the bear paws?" Zhang Haiyang slapped the table, his face filled with excitement and pride, his eyes wide open, as if the bear was right in front of him.

"Come on, you're such a boaster. You almost got caught by a bear." Yuan Jun exposed the truth mercilessly, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhong Yuemin shook his head, playing with an empty wine glass in his hand, with a helpless look in his eyes. "Hey guys, aren't we drinking too much today? Especially Teacher Song, she can drink so little, I deliberately gave her less, but I didn't expect she still..."

"It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk!" Zheng Tong shook his head and put on a philosopher's look, and everyone burst into laughter again.

At this time, Song Xiangjun's unclear voice was heard. She was obviously drunk and her body was shaking slightly. "These men! None of them are good." As she spoke, she waved her hands at Li Ting beside her with a dazed look in her eyes.

Li Ting raised her lips and smiled, with a sly look in her eyes. She gently bumped Song Xiangjun's shoulder and said teasingly, "I don't think so. For example, Zhong Yuemin, wasn't he defeated by you just like that?"

"Zhong Yuemin is nothing..." Song Xiangjun was drowned out by the laughter of the people around her before she finished her words. She looked around in confusion, as if she didn't understand why everyone suddenly laughed.

Zhong Yuemin rolled his eyes innocently, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "I said, I was shot even though I was lying down! You guys...Okay, let's stop here today, go home and find your mothers."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the lively party ended.

Zhong Yuemin frowned as he looked at Song Xiangjun's shaky appearance, and sighed inwardly. He walked forward, held Song Xiangjun's arm, and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you home. You'll probably complain about me again when you wake up tomorrow."

Song Xiangjun nodded in a daze and let Zhong Yuemin help her leave. Her steps were a little unsteady, but she still tried to keep her balance. Zhong Yuemin supported her carefully, fearing that she would fall. Along the way, Song Xiangjun kept mumbling something, and Zhong Yuemin just listened silently and occasionally responded.

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun walked out of Zui Xiang Lou. The street seemed particularly deserted in the night. They stood on the roadside and tried to stop a taxi, but were rejected again and again. Every time a car passed by, the driver either shook his head or simply ignored their wave, as if they were not potential passengers, but air.

This made Zhong Yuemin a little annoyed. He put Song Xiangjun on the side of the road and went to the middle of the road to stop the sixth taxi. The taxi stopped. "Hey, what are you doing? Do you know how dangerous it is?"

Zhong Yuemin frowned and looked at the taxi driver in front of him with a puzzled look. "Brother, is this money not money or what? Why don't you taxi drivers want to take us?"

The taxi driver chuckled after hearing this, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He said smugly, "Hey, buddy, you are blind, right? Let me tell you, we taxi drivers basically only pick up foreigners. Do you know why?"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head, indicating that he did not know the reason.

"You know they give us foreign currency? And if you're lucky, they'll even give us tips! That's real US dollars, much more valuable than RMB! Just one trip is equivalent to several days' work for me. And I'll only charge two or three yuan at most to take you to Beihai. Tell me, which one is more cost-effective?"

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. Indeed, in this day and age, the market economy is prevalent and everyone wants to make more money.

What right do I have to blame others? After all, what they said was the truth. Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin felt that he seemed to have no reason to blame the driver.

So, Zhong Yuemin casually took out a big Unity banknote from his pocket, patted it gently on the shoulder of the taxi driver, and asked with a smile, "Without using the meter, do you think this is enough?" His voice was full of boldness and confidence.

The taxi driver held the steering wheel tightly, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He stared at Zhong Yuemin, then looked down at the Great Unity in his hand, as if he was weighing whether this deal was worthwhile.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly interrupted and said, "Dude, don't think too much. Where do all these foreigners come from? I gave you several times the price, which is already very generous." His tone was a bit sarcastic, but also revealed a sense of helplessness.

The taxi driver thought this made sense, so he smiled. He took the money from Zhong Yuemin, opened the door, and said enthusiastically, "Come on, buddy, hurry up, maybe I can pick up another foreign customer later!" His eyes were shining with anticipation, and he was obviously full of confidence in his business.

Zhong Yuemin carefully supported Song Xiangjun and slowly helped her to the back seat of the car. With the roar of the engine, the car started slowly.

However, at this moment, black smoke suddenly came out from the rear of the train, as if it was a burning train.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but burst out laughing and teased, "Dude, is this car of yours powered by firewood? Why is there so much smoke?" His laughter echoed in the night sky with a hint of teasing.

The driver laughed when he heard Zhong Yuemin's words and replied, "There's nothing we can do. The slope is too steep. Even a tank can't drive up it!" His voice revealed a sense of helplessness, but more of an optimistic attitude towards life. With the roar of the engine, the car gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a string of cheerful laughter and a faint black smoke.

In the car, Song Xiangjun was still intoxicated, and her breathing was particularly clear in the quiet space. Zhong Yuemin quietly looked at her tired face, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin gently adjusted Song Xiangjun's posture so that she could lean back more comfortably on the chair. Then, he sat aside silently, his eyes always fixed on her.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin seemed to have forgotten all his worries and concerns, and just focused on accompanying this beautiful and fragile woman.

Zhong Yuemin didn't know why he had such a strong desire to protect her, perhaps it was because of her unique charm, or her distressing eyes.

The night wind blew in through the gaps in the car window, bringing a hint of coolness.

Zhong Yuemin was sitting in a taxi, keeping a sharp eye on the situation on the road. He saw many cyclists swaying in the middle of the road, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Zhong Yuemin quickly reminded the taxi driver, "Hey, take it easy, you're going too fast. The light is bad at night, and there are many cyclists on the road!"

The driver laughed after hearing this and seemed quite confident. "It's okay, buddy. Let me tell you, I used to drive a military vehicle, and I couldn't stand having cars in front of me. Let me tell you, driving is easy. You just need to hold the steering wheel. If you hang a bone on the steering wheel, even a dog can drive." His words were full of ridicule and confidence.

Zhong Yuemin listened and thought to himself: This is another Kanye! But this is not the most boastful one. The last time he met a taxi driver, that was really amazing.

The driver knew eight foreign languages, married the daughter of a state-level official, and had twins. He drove a taxi purely for the experience of life.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help laughing. He felt like he was the only one who made fun of him every time he got in a taxi. This time was no exception. He could only helplessly echo the driver's words, um, ha, hey, hey...

Finally, the car slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The driver turned around and said to Zhong Yuemin with a smile, "We're here! See you next time, buddy!"

Zhong Yuemin got out of the car quickly and helped Song Xiangjun walk home. He thought: These taxi drivers are really good at talking! However, this is also a part of life, at least it can bring people some fun.

The next day, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, dappling onto Zhong Yuemin's desk. He lazily walked into the meeting room. He had no classes today, so he planned to slip away after the meeting.

During the meeting, Zhong Yuemin chose to sit in an inconspicuous corner. He thought, since he had nothing to do in the meeting and it was not his turn to speak, he could just sit there as a listener.

However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people. Just when Zhong Yuemin was about to immerse himself in his own little world, the department leader suddenly announced, "The superiors have issued instructions to our department to open a refresher course in our department. Teachers, are there any volunteers to lead this class?"

Zhong Yuemin's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He had a bad feeling. He had originally planned to leave after the meeting today, but he didn't expect that this sudden training class would disrupt his plan.

Zhong Yuemin looked around and found that his colleagues were all thinking with their heads down, and no one was willing to take the initiative to take on this "hot potato".

The so-called refresher courses are mainly a form of training for local university teachers. As many local colleges and universities are undergoing restructuring or expansion, resulting in a large shortage of teachers, such refresher courses are particularly important and indispensable.

The main purpose of the refresher course is to improve the teaching level and professional ability of teachers so that they can better adapt to the new teaching environment and requirements. Through the refresher course, teachers can be exposed to the latest teaching concepts and teaching methods, understand the dynamics and trends of the frontier of the discipline, and thus improve their teaching quality and scientific research ability.

Therefore, the advanced training courses play an important role in the training of teachers in local colleges and universities. It is not only an effective way to improve the personal ability and level of teachers, but also an important means to promote the overall improvement of teachers in local colleges and universities.

The department leader looked around and saw that no one took the initiative to step forward. He frowned and was quite unhappy.

"Since no one volunteers, then I will call out names, okay?" The leader's voice was somewhat helpless and also a bit majestic.

The leader scanned the list and finally named two teachers with more experience. However, both teachers looked embarrassed and said they did not have the time and energy to take on this task. A hint of disappointment flashed in the leader's eyes.

At this time, Director Wang's eyes rolled, as if he was thinking about something. He quietly walked to the leader and whispered something. After the leader heard it, his brows gradually relaxed, and his eyes glowed again.

"Zhong Yuemin, Teacher Zhong, you come to lead this training class!" The leader's voice suddenly sounded, and Zhong Yuemin, who was originally just a spectator, was instantly stunned.

How did it suddenly happen to me? It must be that Director Wang who did this. Damn it, he is such a bad guy!

At this moment, he could not care about the director. Zhong Yuemin waved his hand and said, "No, leader, I don't have enough experience!"

The leader looked at Zhong Yuemin with a smile and said, "It's okay, Mr. Zhong, I think you can do it. Your teaching ability and reputation are among the best in the department. I believe you can lead this class well."

Zhong Yuemin gave a bitter smile. He knew he couldn't refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "Well, Boss, I don't have time either."

The leader said without question, "Time is not a problem. We can arrange it for you. Teacher Zhong, don't refuse. This is the department's trust and affirmation of you. Just think of it as contributing to the development of the department and to the cultivation of more outstanding teachers."

In this way, Zhong Yuemin was forced to take on the task of teaching this advanced training class.