Chapter 68

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Song's face was not good. Today, he had only come a few hours early, but he saw Tong Yan riding Song Rao's bicycle around town. Of course, he couldn't be a bike thief, but Old Song would rather Tong Yan be a thief than have borrowed the bike from Song Rao. There were so many day students and bicycles in Class 2, yet you specifically came to the third year to borrow Song Rao's bike. What's your intention?

"How is your mother doing?" Song Xiancheng suppressed his resentment and asked calmly.

"My mom is doing well, thank you for your concern. I'll go now; the cafeteria is about to run out of food." After answering Old Song's first question, Tong Yan quickly fled, afraid that the notebook and the bottle of baijiu in his bag would be discovered.

Old Song saw through Tong Yan's guilty conscience and assumed it was because of Song Rao. He was even more afraid that his worst fears had come true. "Why are these two kids so troublesome!"

Of course, Tong Yan didn't go to the cafeteria; he returned to the dormitory. At this time, there weren't many people in the dormitory building, and Room 121 was completely empty, which suited his plans. He stuffed the computer bag into his luggage, put on a normal appearance, and with a bottle of erguotou in his pocket, he knocked on the door of the dorm supervisor, Old Liu.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Tong Yan walked in with a smile. "Grandpa Liu, are you busy?"

"What do I have to be busy with? What's up? Did you forget your key?" Old Liu asked.

Old Liu had a good impression of Tong Yan. Nowadays, kids had no respect, and they all called him "Old Liu" or "Old Liu's Head," even some young teachers. Few called him "Grandpa" or "Old Man," but Tong Yan was one of them.

"No, I know you like to drink, so I brought you a bottle of erguotou from outside. I'll leave it here for you." It was Tong Yan's first time doing something like this, so he was a bit nervous and embarrassed. He put down the erguotou and ran away.

Old Liu was puzzled. What was this all about? By the time he chased out, Tong Yan was already gone. Old Liu casually unscrewed the bottle of erguotou and took a sip. "Sigh, that's strong!"

It was his first time playing the game of gift-giving, and he really wasn't used to it. Tong Yan felt his breathing quicken, but at least he had delivered the alcohol. He would proceed as planned.

Yes, Tong Yan was giving a gift. His actions were all to corrupt Old Liu and get him to open a door of convenience for him.

Looking around the entire Yangping No. 1 High School, the boys' dormitory was the most suitable place for Tong Yan to use his notebook.

The entire dormitory building, except for the corridors, toilets, and water rooms, did not turn off the lights after 11 PM. This included Old Liu's duty room, which was also his bedroom. As far as Tong Yan knew, the only place with a power outlet was Old Liu's bedroom.

So, if Tong Yan wanted to write web novels at school, the best way was to conduct this secret activity in Old Liu's bedroom. This was a plan he had thought of at home. Every night, after the duty teachers left, he would sneak into Old Liu's bedroom, turn on the computer, and type away for one or two hours, writing one or two chapters. It would be no problem for him.

Tong Yan didn't know much about Old Liu, only that he was in his sixties, liked to drink, and enjoyed listening to bangzi opera. As for his other interests and family situation, he had no idea. But given his age, coming to the school to earn a little over a thousand yuan a month, his family situation was probably not good.

In Tong Yan's eyes, Old Liu was a short, meek old man who was occasionally mocked by the students, but he didn't mind. He was a good-tempered old man, but Tong Yan couldn't be sure if he would help him break the rules. After all, this job was hard-earned for Old Liu, and it might affect his future. If he really helped Tong Yan and was discovered by the duty teachers, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Before he could be sure that Old Liu would help, Tong Yan planned to give him some benefits first, which were the five bottles of erguotou. When the day came to reveal his plan, even if Old Liu refused to help, he would at least not expose Tong Yan because of the five bottles of erguotou.

This was the dorm supervisor corruption plan thought up by a 16-year-old boy. Tong Yan couldn't guarantee it would work, but he had to try. If Old Liu's route didn't work, he had a Plan B.

Evening self-study was about to start, and Tong Yan, with an empty stomach, went to the fifth floor to deliver the bike key to Song Rao.

At the same time, Song Rao was leaning on the table, whispering to her best friend, Zhao Ying, "My old Song is really going to find me a stepmother. I followed him yesterday and saw him on a date with a middle-aged woman in the park! What should I do?"

Zhao Ying, who loved to stir up trouble, said, "If he finds you a stepmother, you find him a son-in-law. Let him worry about it. Who's afraid of who?"

"Go away, what are you talking about?" Song Rao pushed Zhao Ying, laughing and crying at the same time.

"I'm not kidding. Think about it. If your dad is looking for a girlfriend, you're already so worried. If you find a boyfriend, your dad will go crazy. This way, you can pull his attention away from other women. He won't be able to sleep well, let alone look for a girlfriend. He won't have the time!"

"Will that work? To stop him from finding me a stepmother, I have to make myself look like a frivolous bad girl. That's a cliché from third-rate TV dramas, isn't it?" Song Rao pouted, feeling it wasn't a good idea.

Zhao Ying, however, said smugly, "If even third-rate TV dramas use this trick, it must be a good one. It's not real, and with just a word from me, there will be plenty of extras willing to help you act it out. Think about it."

Song Rao snorted and turned her head, just in time to see Tong Yan. He was waving at her from outside, holding the key.

Not only did she see him, but Zhao Ying did too. She grinned mischievously at Song Rao. "If you want a regular actor, you can also consider him. It will be fun if your dad really starts paying attention to you!"

"Go away, what are you talking about, temporary actors, regular actors? You must be crazy." Song Rao rolled her eyes at Zhao Ying, smoothed her ponytail, and bounced out...

During the three evening self-study sessions, Tong Yan either copied his holiday homework or daydreamed. His eyes and hands were still, but his mind was racing. He had already bought the notebook, and writing the novel should be on the agenda. This time, he would make full preparations. He was not satisfied with the semi-popular status of "The Little Soldier's Wild History." Since he had invested so much, he had to get a good return.

Sister Gua had said that science fiction was a niche genre in web literature, and it was hard to reach the heights of "The Little Soldier's Legend." The genres with a broad audience base were fantasy, xianxia, and xuanhuan. So, what type should he write? Tong Yan closed his eyes and decided to think about this tonight.

After school, when he returned to the dormitory building, Tong Yan greeted Old Liu as usual, but didn't say anything else.

After the dormitory lights were turned off, Old Liu's room was still lit. He stared out the window, thinking that the kid Tong Yan wouldn't try to climb over the wall again. Did he give me a bottle of erguotou to get me to keep an eye on the teachers... (The novel "Born to Write" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be 100% lottery gifts for everyone! Now, open WeChat, click the "+" in the top right corner, search for the public account "qdread," and follow it. Hurry up!)

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