Chapter Eighteen: Awakening Li Zhilong

  Huangpu has been passed down for so many generations, and there has never been a case of bullying among fellow students. But today is different. A group of seniors surrounded Ning Bo in the middle, with the principal and president personally cooking. What's your business? Do you want to exhaust them to death?!

  Chen Qiang and Qiu Qingquan were relatively lucky, they went to find their classmates and younger schoolmates, thus avoiding disaster. Huangpu First Term had many people from poor families, so when it came to cooking, they would also help out, one by one voluntarily running into the kitchen.

  Guan Linzheng was in charge of pounding garlic, Du Yuming was responsible for slicing cucumbers, Huang Wei's eyesight wasn't good so he was in charge of starting the fire, and this guy kept complaining. The principal personally directed everything, without even wiping his face clean. All the first batch of Whampoa students were on site, being directed by the principal to run around in circles.

  Hu Zongnan may look short, but his face is not inferior at all. Liu Yuan is in charge of rolling out the dough, and his strength and speed are not lagging behind. The few who can't help with the work are either urging Huang Wei or blocking the door to prevent those detestable younger schoolmates from coming in.

  Jiang Xianyun also arrived in Changsha, the first thing he heard was that everyone was cooking, when he arrived at the kitchen, he found that the principal was personally directing, and everyone was laughing together, making Jiang Xianyun feel very warm, as if he had returned to his school training days.

  Jiang Xianyun hadn't said anything, when Zeng Kuang handed him a spoon and ladle, "Vice President, hurry up, we're still missing someone to make the soup. Fanguo said he'll do the northern-style soup, you can do the southern-style one. Don't say you don't know how, I heard that on your wedding day with your brother's sister, you vowed that when the country is at peace, you'll cook for her every day. Come on and practice!" After finishing speaking, several people joined in the crowd beating up the second phase.

  "Senior, you can't be like this, we are fellow students, we're a family, let's all work together."

  "While we still have the energy, let's go. When we're old, we can ask you again, and at your level, fighting is not an option, but cooking might be. Go ahead, haven't you seen those several female classmates coming over? Hurry up to greet them, don't let others laugh at us." Zeng Kuoxing said to a few angry male classmates.

  Liu Yuan was busy and sweating profusely. Song Xian walked over, wiped the sweat for Liu Yuan, "Master, take a rest, let me do it."

  "Alright, of the three of us, you're the most sensible one. You go ahead and busy yourself, I'll be back in a bit."

  Liu Yuan pulled Chen Qiang and Chen Qiang obediently followed him out.

  "Li Zhilong didn't come, wasn't he informed?" Liu Yuan asked with a frown.

  "I went to invite him, but the senior said he had to prepare for political propaganda work, so he didn't come," Chen Qiang explained.

  Liu Yuan nodded, he knew that Li Zhilong still had a shadow over the Zhongshan Warship incident, and his withdrawal from the CP made students of both parties look down on him. In fact, he was just a victim of political struggle.

  "Uh, I'll go ask him. You, Ning Bo and Qing Quan enter and follow up with busy work, passing on the fire, don't just let the seniors inside, you tell Zeng Kuoqing senior that I'm coming in to replace me, I have something to do..." After finishing speaking, Liu Yuan left the Third Master's residence.

  Chen Qiang and a few others, however, became the only three second-year students to march into the kitchen, and Zeng Xiang didn't even try to stop them. This left everyone else stunned, but there was nothing they could do - these three guys were just too fierce! Didn't you see that Wang Yaowu was over there flirting with a girl?!

  Li Zhilong wasn't preparing anything, but drinking instead. Liu Yuan sat beside him, picked up the wine jug and gulped down a few mouthfuls, finishing off all of Li Zhilong's wine.

  "Are you here to laugh at me? My classmates look down on me, the party doesn't want me, and now even you come to mock me?" Li Zhilong asked with a body full of wine.

  Liu Yuan didn't say a word, stretched out his hand and gave Li Zhilong a punch, hitting Li Zhilong to the ground. Pan Huiqin was holding her child and coming in from outside, saw this scene, didn't say a word, nodded at Liu Yuan and turned around to leave.

  "Liu Yuan, don't think I'm afraid of you." Li Zhilong stood up, swaying slightly as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and became somewhat more clear-headed.

  "Come on, don't be afraid of me. Just practice with me and let me see how many layers of Li Zhi Long's skills you still have." Liu Yuan stretched out his hand.

  Li Zhilong was furious, swinging his fists at Liu Yuan. Liu Yuan also didn't show any mercy, his fists were like raindrops, falling on Li Zhilong's body, knocking him to the ground several times.

  Li Zhilong never gave up, instead he got back up and continued to fight Liu Yuan until Liu Yuan was exhausted. He bit down on Liu Yuan's shoulder, staining his white shirt with fresh blood. Li Zhilong finally collapsed from exhaustion, lying on the ground next to Liu Yuan.

  Li Zhilong smiled, but his smile was filled with tears. He thought to himself, "I, Li Zhilong, was once so spirited and proud, but now I've fallen to such a state, it's all because of my own doing."

  "It's not too late to mend the fold after the sheep has escaped. Do you want to go to today's gathering? Everyone comes voluntarily, both parties are present." Liu Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, who knew Li Zhilong was so desperate.

  "Go, why don't you go? I want to tell everyone that Li Zhilong is still alive. Don't know if the three armies are recruiting or not, even a squad leader would do." Li Zhilong turned his head and said with a smile.

  "Hey, this beating isn't bad at all! I underestimated you, Deputy Party Representative. This is your old specialty, after all. When our Third Brigade is upgraded to a division, I'll let you be the Division Commander." Liu Yuan patted Li Zhi Long's shoulder.

  "No, I want to start from scratch. I've heard about Wang Yaowu's story and I also want to start as a private." Li Zhilong stubbornly looked at Liu Yuan.

  Liu Yuan knew that Li Zhilong was also for his own good. Nowadays, there are many talents in the three armies, and Li Zhilong suddenly entered the three armies and occupied a high position, which is not very good.

  "Good, you're indeed the first person from Huangpu to challenge me. I heard that now with the Northern Expedition, the Blood Flower Society is under your control. Come on, let's put on a play for everyone."

  "What plays have I written recently?" Li Zhilong said with some embarrassment.

  "This play is called Nanjing, Nanjing. It's about one day when the Japanese invaded China and broke into Nanjing. All troops were forced to withdraw, and that's when the massacre began. Women, old people, children, everywhere was a slaughter."

  At that time, two soldiers who received the order to retreat chose to counterattack. One was a troop led by the Communist Party, on whose flag you can draw hammers and sickles, while the other was a troop led by the Nationalist Party. We cooperated with each other to rescue the residents in the city and fought against the Japanese together, and eventually all sacrificed themselves in the cooperation."

  "It's very touching, very good, Liu Yuan's storytelling ability has improved again." Li Zhilong nodded and said.

  "This wasn't written by me, it was someone else." Liu Yuan said with a shake of his head.

  "Who is it? I may have heard of him." Li Zhilong said curiously.

  "By the way, you probably don't know him, this guy's name is Lu Chuan."