Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin, a man who has always been carefree and easy-going, has he ever thought that one day he would be looked down upon because of the way he dresses?

Of course, even if Zhong Yuemin knew, given his personality, he would probably just laugh it off.

After all, for Zhong Yuemin, living freely and as he pleases is the most important thing.

The summer heat surged like a tide, and the weather became increasingly hot and unbearable. Those formal clothes were like a heavy shackle that bound people tightly and made people feel extremely depressed.

How could Zhong Yuemin, this unruly man, be willing to let the scorching sun take away his comfort and freedom?

As the temperature rose, Zhong Yuemin felt a strong heat wave coming towards him. Coupled with the steaming hot and spicy food on the table, his originally thin T-shirt instantly became a heavy burden, and sweat slowly flowed down his spine.

"Oh, this weather is so unbearable!" Zhong Yuemin muttered. He glanced around and saw that there was no one around. He simply tore off his shirt, revealing his strong chest and six well-defined abdominal muscles, and acted like a "boxer" with ease.

This scene made Wu Yujie frown. She pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes revealed a bit of displeasure. She thought to herself: "How can this person be so rude and take off his clothes?"

After a while, Wu Yujie couldn't help it anymore. She frowned and turned down the corners of her mouth, obviously dissatisfied with Zhong Yuemin's behavior.

"Hey! Zhong Yuemin, there are two female comrades here! Can you please pay attention to your image?" Although Wu Yujie's voice was soft, it carried a reproachful tone that could not be ignored.

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he realized his mistake. He smiled awkwardly and said quickly, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice." As he said that, he hurriedly took his clothes and prepared to put them on.

However, at this moment, Song Xiangjun stopped him. Song Xiangjun smiled, with a hint of mischief and appreciation in her eyes.

"Hey, Yujie, don't argue with him. Aren't all the men in Beijing like this in the summer? Down-to-earth! Besides, Yuemin's figure is a sight to behold!" After saying that, she cast an admiring look at Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin was very happy to be praised by Song Xiangjun, but he was still a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "It's not that exaggerated..."

On the other side, Wu Yujie shook her head helplessly, thinking that these two people were really a pair of funny people.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that Beijing becomes a gathering place for "big men" from all over the world as soon as summer comes.

Walking in the alleys, young and old men all looked like they had just been fished out of the river, bare-chested, waving large palm-leaf fans, shirts? In their eyes, that thing was simply an unnecessary burden.

Of course, there are a few people who are a little more particular and at least put on a top before going out. However, as they walk, the clothes seem to have legs and rise up to the waist, revealing their round bellies, as if they have their own natural cooling device.

This situation continued until that exciting moment in 2002 - the bid for the Olympic Games was successful!

Now, Beijing has become famous. In German newspapers, there are long articles attributing Beijing's "Banger" culture to the lack of clothes, and even comparing it to primitive society.

Newspapers in other European and American countries were not to be outdone and followed suit, claiming that they would donate clothes to the "big guns" in the capital to help them achieve the so-called "civilization."

When the news reached China, it immediately caused an uproar. People realized that as the capital of the country, how could they tolerate such uncivilized behavior and discredit themselves? They must show the world the civilized image of China! In this way, a vigorous "civilized dressing" campaign quietly emerged.

Since then, the "bangers" have gradually restrained their behavior and no longer wander around with their chests and backs exposed as recklessly as they did in the past.

But, having said that, this "Bangye" culture is also a unique landscape of Beijing in summer. Without it, I would feel a little uncomfortable!

After a while, Wu Yujie asked again, "Zhong Yuemin, don't you think this is very uncivilized?"

Zhong Yuemin has always been a person who does what he wants and lives his life as he pleases. He has his own unique views on the so-called "quality" labels. In Zhong Yuemin's opinion, having a loud voice and smacking lips while eating cannot simply be equated with lack of quality.

"You guys, stop talking about quality all the time, as if having a loud voice or smacking your lips when eating means you have no quality."

Zhong Yuemin spoke lazily, with a somewhat uninhibited tone. "High quality is not just about not making noise while eating. In my opinion, real quality is when others make noises, you can do it without looking at them or paying attention to them."

Wu Yujie raised her eyebrows after hearing this. "Oh? So you think that making loud noises in libraries and cinemas is not considered uncivilized?"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and his eyes became serious. "That's different. Libraries and cinemas are public places where everyone needs to be quiet. Making loud noises in such places is not only uncivilized, but also immoral! Not only does it affect others, it also disrupts public order. I can't stand this kind of behavior."

Hearing this, Song Xiangjun smiled and nodded. "Yuemin is right. Quality is actually quite subtle. It is not only reflected in superficial etiquette, but more importantly, it is the inner cultivation and respect for others. Just like Yuemin said, if others have some minor flaws, we should be tolerant if we can; but in public, we still have to pay attention to our behavior and not cause trouble for others."

Wu Yujie also laughed. "It seems that our teacher Zhong Yuemin is a man of principle. But, having said that, you have to change your habit of being shirtless, especially in front of female comrades."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled and scratched his head. "It's just that the weather is too hot. Don't worry, I'll be more careful next time. But, having said that, we still have to live freely and not be bound by those rules and regulations. As long as we have love in our hearts and respect for the world, that is the best quality."

With the development and progress of the times, China's exchanges with the world are becoming increasingly frequent, and more and more Chinese people are choosing to go abroad to explore a wider world.

However, whenever a Chinese tourist makes a fool of himself abroad, public opinion instantly boils over, as if a national carnival has begun.

People have accused these tourists of bringing shame to the Chinese people and making foreigners laugh. But this phenomenon actually reflects a Chinese moral concept: strict self-discipline and lenient treatment of others.

For those who have been abroad, they know the truth. In fact, those who run red lights are often not Chinese, but white people who think they are superior.

People from other countries often follow the crowd and run red lights like white people. Only Chinese people, like idiots, stand there stupidly waiting for the green light to come on.

This scene makes people sigh that Chinese people really have the good character of being strict with themselves and lenient towards others!

Song Xiangjun could drink quite well. She and Zhong Yuemin each finished a bottle, and then they took the initiative to order two more bottles. She said with a smile, "Yuemin, come on, let's continue drinking."

Zhong Yuemin clinked his glass with hers. "Cheers."

After Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun finished another bottle, Wu Yujie stood up. "You two can eat slowly. I have something else to do and I have to leave first."

Song Xiangjun took the initiative to rush to the counter to pay the bill. Gao Songshan looked at Zhong Yuemin awkwardly. Should he accept it or not?

Zhong Yuemin nodded to Gao Songshan, meaning to keep it.

Gao Songshan collected the money, but in fact he only collected a little over two yuan, which was just a fraction of the amount that should have been collected.

This made Song Xiangjun feel very surprised and confused. She asked in disbelief, "Boss, did you calculate the bill wrong? How can it be so cheap?" For Song Xiangjun, this situation was too rare. She had eaten here before, but it had never been so cheap.

However, Gao Songshan was also in a dilemma because he could not find a suitable reason to explain the charge. Usually, people would leave as soon as possible after taking advantage of the situation, and would not keep complaining here.

But now he can neither say that it is a special discount for old customers, because that might cause dissatisfaction on the other party; nor can he tell the real reason.

At this time, Zhong Yuemin smiled and said, "Let's go. It's okay not to pay. You know that the boss is my friend!"

"Oh! I forgot about this. OK, thank you, boss." Song Xiangjun realized belatedly that this was just a branch store. After walking out of the store, she couldn't help but complain to Zhong Yuemin. "If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have thought the boss had a change of heart at first."

"Why are you blaming me for this?" Zhong Yuemin responded with a smile.

Wu Yujie looked at Zhong Yuemin meaningfully. In fact, before leaving, she had already noticed that the restaurant owner was very respectful to Zhong Yuemin.

This restaurant is quite large and is definitely not one of those small restaurants that are only a few feet square.

According to common sense, a restaurant like this would have an income of at least tens of thousands of yuan per month, and it is impossible for the restaurant owner to be so polite to someone for no reason.

Moreover, Wu Yujie also keenly caught the confidence that Zhong Yuemin showed when he spoke - no money is needed. Where did this confidence come from?

In addition, Song Xiangjun seemed to know some inside information, which made Wu Yujie full of doubts and curiosity.

Song Xiangjun gently sent Wu Yujie to the slowly approaching bus. After the door closed, she turned to look at Zhong Yuemin with some concern in her eyes. "Are you going home, or what? Do you have any plans?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at his watch. It was still early, so he suggested, "How about we go to the park? It's nice to take a walk and chat."

The two walked side by side on the way to the park, and the night gently enveloped them. Song Xiangjun suddenly asked, "Yuemin, have you offended Fatty Qi again recently?" Fatty Qi is the Dean of Academic Affairs of Beijing University, and is known for his strictness and vengeance.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "No, how could I offend him?" He did not deliberately provoke Fatty Qi, but sometimes due to his personality, he might offend people unintentionally.

Song Xiangjun obviously knew more inside information. She whispered, "During the last meeting, Fatty Qi proposed to transfer you to the affiliated middle school as a teacher, but Professor Yue stopped him. He didn't mention it again afterwards. But you should be careful recently. This guy holds grudges very well."

The Affiliated High School of Yanda is a high school, and most of the students are children of teachers in the school. It is essentially one with Peking University. If you are transferred to teach at the Affiliated High School, although you are also teaching and educating people, the atmosphere and environment are different from that of a university.

"Fatty Qi is just bored." He muttered, then laughed. "But don't worry, with Professor Yue here, he won't dare to act too recklessly."

Song Xiangjun nodded in agreement. The two continued walking forward, enjoying this rare moonlit night stroll. In the park, the trees were lush and the flowers were fragrant. They found a secluded place to sit down.

In a quiet corner of the park, the moonlight shines through the sparse leaves, casting patches of light on the two people.

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun sat on a bench. The atmosphere seemed intimate yet slightly tense.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuemin hugged Song Xiangjun and made her sit on his lap, and his hands began to become dishonest.

This sudden action startled Song Xiangjun, and she quickly stopped him in a low voice. "Yuemin, be honest. It will be troublesome if someone comes over."

Zhong Yuemin seemed confident and whispered to comfort him, "Don't worry! No one will come at this time."

Song Xiangjun struggled twice, but failed, so she gave up. She knew Zhong Yuemin's personality, he always acted casually, but she also liked his authenticity and honesty. So, she simply leaned in Zhong Yuemin's arms, enjoying this rare warmth.

"Yuemin, stop messing around. I have something serious to tell you. I suggest you continue to study for a master's degree. The doctoral class has already graduated this year."

Zhong Yuemin immediately understood what Song Xiangjun meant when he heard this. His bachelor's degree was indeed not good enough nowadays. With the increase of graduate students and doctoral students, it would become increasingly difficult for him to stay in school and teach classes with only a bachelor's degree.

As the night deepened, the park was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility. Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun were still sitting on the bench, talking about the future and education.

"In the past, most of China's doctoral students were trained in the Soviet Union or Europe and the United States," Song Xiangjun said slowly. "We only produced the first batch of doctoral students trained by ourselves in 83, and there were only 18 people in total. But it has been different in the past two years! There are more and more graduate students and doctoral students."

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he heard this. He knew that educational resources were scarce in this era, and there were very few opportunities to study abroad.

Now, with the country's educational progress, more and more outstanding talents are emerging and the competition is becoming increasingly fierce.

"It seems that if I want to continue to make it, I have to raise the educational threshold." Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly, but then showed a determined look. "However, this is also a good thing. It shows that the country's education has improved, and incompetent people can no longer fill in the gaps."

"That's why you should study for a master's degree! Otherwise, you will be transferred to the affiliated middle school sooner or later."

Zhong Yuemin smiled, and Song Xiangjun asked, "Why are you laughing? Was what I said wrong?"

"Yes, but I haven't thought about how long I can teach! When I have finished teaching almost everything in my stomach, that will be the time for me to leave."