Chapter 51

As a result of being surrounded at the canteen entrance, Jia Hongjian received nine love letters that evening. "Brother Hongjian... I have a letter here, Qiao Hui asked me to give it to you..." Zhao Ziyuan said as he walked in, his face green. "Wow, that's the tenth one! Uncle, do you think we'll get more than twenty tonight?" Jia Jinghang clapped his hands, cheering as if he wanted to stir up trouble, then he asked the messenger Ziyuan with interest, "By the way, Ziyuan, weren't you super happy when you received the letter?"

"Who wouldn't be... Qiao Hui... she's exactly the type I like, right? When she blushed and shyly handed me the letter, I blushed too, right? But then she said, 'Could you please give this letter to Brother Hongjian for me?'..." Zhao Ziyuan's face was full of sorrow and misery.

"Ha ha ha ha..." The uncle hadn't reacted yet, but Jia Jinghang, without a care in the world, clutched his stomach and laughed. "Jia Jinghang, you bastard, daring to mock me, I'll kill you!" Zhao Ziyuan roared and grabbed Jia Jinghang, starting to roughhouse with him.

"I surrender, I surrender!" Jia Jinghang immediately raised his hands in surrender, "Actually, I was just like you earlier... But I think it's not fair for just us two to suffer. We should let others in the dorm suffer together. You know, it's fun to laugh at others' misfortune..."

When Jia Hongjian returned to the dorm, the other guys around him had all experienced similar scenes, even Jia Jinghang, who was also a transfer student, couldn't escape this fate.

"Alright, you two! You're only thinking about your own misery and laughing at others' misery, but don't forget I have to write ten replies, bastards!" Jia Hongjian, leaning over his desk, cursed without turning his head.

Jia Jinghang was shocked at this point, "Uncle, you're going to reply to all ten? You want to accept all ten girls? That's too amazing! They're all from the same class! Damn, my uncle is awesome!"

"Ten... all ten at once?" Zhao Ziyuan's mouth formed an 'O' shape, as if he had heard something he had never thought of or heard before.

"Accept, accept, accept, you're kidding me!" Jia Hongjian turned around and cursed, "Do you think I'm a pervert, accepting all of them regardless of their looks? Is this breeding or enjoying life? I'm polite and well-mannered, and I must reply to every letter, got it? It's a matter of respect!"

"If you don't want to date them, why not just ignore their letters? They would understand, right..." Jia Jinghang became serious, "Besides, how do you write a rejection letter? Uncle, if you write it poorly, it could easily lead to a falling out..."

"Who said I'm going to reject them directly? They're all young girls, right? How can you be direct in a love letter?" Jia Hongjian said without turning his head, "Each one is vague and abstract, none of them talk about love or affection. Some talk about the great situation of reform and opening up, some talk about holding hands on the revolutionary path, some talk about working together for the four modernizations, and some even write poetry! If I don't reply, it's like slapping them in the face. If I reply but don't reject them directly, it's like I'm being presumptuous, so I can only reply vaguely..."

At first, Jia Hongjian was quite excited when he received the love letters. In his previous life, he had never experienced this! When he started college, the predecessor of QQ, OICQ, had already come out, and who would bother writing love letters? Besides, who would write a love letter to the Jia Hongjian of that time? After entering society, there was even less chance of receiving love letters, so how could he not be excited?

But when he opened the letters, the content was so vague and only slightly hinted at anything romantic. The rest was either praising the great situation of reform and opening up, or chatting about the gold medal won by the Ma family's army in Stuttgart, or saying he looked very upright and handsome on TV. He really didn't expect the girls of this era to be so pure and reserved!

"Whatever, I won't write anymore. If I keep going, I might get ten more letters, which would really disturb Yezi's studies. Jinghang, Ziyuan, let's go play some arcade games." Jia Hongjian suddenly put down his pen and said in a generous manner.

"Uncle, are we going to climb over the wall? Let's play the game with the girl in the kimono... Wow..." Jia Jinghang said, his face red with excitement.

"Xiao Mei? The game with the girl in the kimono? That's 'Fatal Fury,' and her name isn't Xiao Mei, it's 'Kasumi Koshigaya.'" Jia Hongjian finally understood what his nephew was talking about. The character '传' in 'Fatal Fury' is a single person plus a cloud, and in the simple times, Jia Hongjian and Jia Jinghang always pronounced it as '坛.' As for 'Xiao Mei,' it's because Kasumi Koshigaya's name in 'Fatal Fury' is written in English as 'Mai Shiranui,' which Jia Jinghang pronounced as 'Mei' based on the pinyin.

However, the image of Kasumi Koshigaya, wearing a kimono split to the thigh and always swaying, was enough to make many pure young boys blush in this innocent era! Even Jia Hongjian recalled that at his age in his previous life, he, like Jia Jinghang, would climb over the wall to play in the game room just to see the alluring Kasumi Koshigaya, and each time he would come out with a red face, too embarrassed to discuss Kasumi Koshigaya with anyone...

"Alright, let's go play Kasumi Koshigaya... No, let's play 'Fatal Fury,' let's go!" Jia Hongjian waved his hand and led the two boys out the door. Actually, Jia Hongjian preferred to play 'The King of Fighters (KOF)' a bit more, but in this innocent year of 1993, the first generation of KOF hadn't appeared yet—the earliest KOF was KOF94.

However, KOF was still an SNK product, and its initial purpose was to create a big mix of characters from different games, such as Terry, Andy, and Kasumi Koshigaya from 'Fatal Fury,' and Ryo Sakazaki, Iori Yagami, and Yuri Sakazaki from 'Art of Fighting,' along with a few new characters like Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami.

A few minutes later, the three of them gathered with the other eight unlucky boys who had received love letters in a corner of the playground. Jia Hongjian first placed the chair he had brought along next to the wall, then stood on it and knocked off most of the sharp glass shards embedded in the brick wall, and then climbed over the wall first.

When Jia Jinghang was just about to climb over the wall, Jia Hongjian said, "Jinghang, be careful. When you climb over the wall, keep your crotch away from the wall. Otherwise, it's easy to get your balls scraped by the wall. If they break, it's one thing, but if they don't, they might swell to the size of a coconut in an hour..."

Jia Hongjian was too wicked! His words made Jia Jinghang's face change as he was about to climb over the wall... "Really? Uncle, don't scare me on purpose..."

"Of course it's true! You don't know how many intellectuals, when they were forced to squat in the cowshed and couldn't take it anymore, tried to climb over the wall to escape, but accidentally scraped themselves, and then..." Jia Hongjian said, using his hands to gesture, showing how an egg-sized object could swell to the size of a coconut.

Just as Jia Jinghang was being scared into being more careful, a voice suddenly came from the distance in the schoolyard— "Who's climbing over the wall? Get down here!"

As soon as he heard the shout, Jia Jinghang, knowing he had been caught by the teacher, closed his eyes and jumped over the wall, and the others quickly followed.

By the time Principal Zhou Zhewei ran to the wall and climbed over it, he only saw a few boys running away in the distance. "You little bastards, don't run! Did you hear me?" The duty teacher climbed down from the wall, looked at the chair by the wall, and then looked up at the glass shards on the wall, as if making a decision.

A few minutes later, when Principal Zhou returned, he carried an old single-person desk with an old quilt on it. He placed the desk where the chair had been and then draped the quilt over the wall. As he did so, he muttered, "A bunch of little brats, not afraid of getting hurt, not even using a quilt to cover the wall..."

After he finished, he jumped down from the desk, looked at the quilt and the desk, and muttered as he walked back, "If I weren't working overtime tonight, I wouldn't know they had climbed over the wall. These naughty boys, they might get cut by the glass when they come back..."

Jia Hongjian, relying on his memory, ran to the game room and instantly felt like he had returned to his childhood. The game room was filled with various nostalgic arcade games, such as 'Art of Fighting,' 'Fatal Fury,' slot machines, 'Samurai Shodown,' 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms: The Unification of the World 2,' 'Street Fighter 2' with twelve characters, and in the other room, there were a few Sega MD and Super Nintendo SFC consoles. Apart from the lack of a pungent smell of cigarettes, it was basically the same as in his youth...

Thinking about this, Jia Hongjian realized that there were fewer delinquents in the game room at this time, probably because the ongoing crackdown had either caught or shot the hooligans, or they were hiding at home, and the delinquents were too scared to come out.

One yuan for ten tokens, Jia Hongjian paid ten yuan to the owner for 110 tokens, gave ten to each person, and then led his nephew to the 'Fatal Fury' machine, saying, "Come on, Jinghang, let me teach you how to use the sexy Kasumi Koshigaya..."

Ten seconds later, Jia Hongjian's Kasumi Koshigaya, without using any super moves, full health KOed his nephew...

Playing arcade games in the game room, or playing SFC or MD for two or three yuan an hour, was part of Jia Hongjian's youth. Playing games with his hands, reminiscing about his youth that should have been gone but had mysteriously returned, felt pretty good.

"Indeed, the life of a second-generation rich kid who just plays all day is very happy..." Jia Hongjian, continuously KOing his nephew, reaffirmed his life's ambition...

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