TSMVHATRM Chapter 89

Time Space: the Male Villain Has the Ability To Read Minds Chapter 89: Published Novel

After finishing speaking, Ma Xiangdong erased the blackboard and continued explaining the following points.

Everyone followed Ma Xiangdong, flipping through the books, but Ding Qiang, sitting in his seat, was somewhat restless, feeling uncomfortable all over.

During self-study, Ma Xiangdong called Gu Rong to his office.

“Gu Rong, you performed very well in class today,” Ma Xiangdong praised.

Gu Rong looked at him quietly.

“Don’t worry about what the other students say. It’s okay if you can’t speak. Beethoven couldn’t hear, but that didn’t stop him from becoming a great musician.”

Gu Rong understood; Ma Xiangdong had heard someone say he was mute in class, so he was privately comforting him.

Ma Xiangdong looked at him and suddenly thought of something, “By the way, since you’re good at math, I have a set of Olympiad math problems here. Do you want to try them?”

Ma Xiangdong took out a set of Olympiad math problems from his drawer and handed it to Gu Rong.

Gu Rong took it and began to work on the problems.

Ma Xiangdong, holding a thermos, watched Gu Rong work on the problems.

One, two, three…

Ma Xiangdong was secretly amazed.

Gu Rong solved the problems incredibly quickly, demonstrating his rapid thinking, and he got every single one correct.

After finishing all the problems, Gu Rong put down his pen.

Ma Xiangdong took the paper and glanced at it.

All correct!

His gaze towards Gu Rong was almost fervent.

“Gu Rong, are you interested in participating in the Math Olympiad?”

Gu Rong thought for a moment and wrote on his notebook, “Do you have the money?”

Ma Xiangdong hesitated, remembering that Gu Rong seemed to be an orphan from a poor family, and quickly nodded, “Yes, there are prizes from the school and the city.”

Hearing this, Gu Rong nodded without hesitation.

After Gu Rong returned to the classroom, Ma Xiangdong announced in front of the whole class that Gu Rong would be the math representative for the new semester.

The whole class applauded.

Only Ding Qiang had a long face; he was very resentful.

How could Ma Xiangdong be like this?

He had always been the math representative; he had only gotten one problem wrong, and they replaced him like that.

Ding Qiang was furious, but he didn’t dare vent his anger on Ma Xiangdong.

So, after school, when no one was in the classroom, Ding Qiang deliberately glared at Gu Rong and ran away.

Pei Tiantian frowned, “Brother Gu Rong, when did you offend him?”

Gu Rong shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.

Pei Tiantian was puzzled; what was wrong with Ding Qiang for no reason?

However, she quickly put the matter out of her mind. On the way home from school, she told Pei Zihao and Pei Tianyu about her carefully prepared study plan.

She also said that she and Gu Rong would supervise their studies throughout.

Pei Zihao and Pei Tianyu could only reluctantly agree to this so-called “slacker reformation plan.”

After returning home, Pei Tiantian and Gu Rong were about to head straight to their room when they unexpectedly saw a man chatting with Wang Ruizhen and the others in the main room.

After Pei Tiantian and Gu Rong put down their schoolbags, they went to the main room. Only then did Pei Tiantian notice that the strange man was the same man she had seen at Xie Jiagui’s restaurant.

Wang Ruizhen smiled as soon as she saw Pei Tiantian, “Tiantian, come here quickly! Look who’s here! This is the editor-in-chief of the magazine you submitted your work to. He’s come specifically to see you.”

Pei Tiantian went over and obediently leaned against Wang Ruizhen.

“This is my little granddaughter, Pei Tiantian. Editor-in-Chief Xing, what were you going to talk to her about?”

Pei Tiantian looked at Xing Weigang and noticed the obvious astonishment on his face.

“You…you’re the anonymous writer?”

Xing Weigang could hardly believe his eyes.

He had assumed that the Pei family’s Pei Tiantian was at least a teenager, a middle school student, but she turned out to be a five-year-old little dumpling.

This was too surreal.

What could a five-year-old understand? How could she write such a long article with such complex relationships?

Pei Tiantian nodded, surprised that this man was indeed Xing Weigang.

Xing Weigang was in his prime, with jet-black hair, a vibrant spirit, and an air of arrogance between his brows.

He hadn’t yet become the prematurely gray-haired,颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, and a lack of ambition) middle-aged man described in novels.

Nor had he been worn down by over a decade of fighting for his rights, losing his own spirit.

Xing Weigang slowly processed the scene before him and asked, “The manuscript, did you really write it?”

“Uncle Editor-in-Chief, it really is me. May I ask what you need me for?” Pei Tiantian asked curiously.

Why was Xing Weigang here?

And had his novel “Jinghong” (惊鸿, meaning “Amazing Swan”) actually sold its copyright?

These questions lingered in Pei Tiantian’s mind, but she knew she couldn’t ask him these questions directly, so she could only inquire indirectly.

Xing Weigang’s lips moved.

He had originally come to Yu City on a business trip, but suddenly felt an urge to go to Huangsha Village to find that nameless man, get to know him, and perhaps even make friends.

Unexpectedly, the person he had assumed to be an adult turned out to be a five-year-old girl, leaving Xing Weigang speechless.

“Editor-in-Chief Xing, don’t underestimate Tian Tian just because she’s young; she’s smarter than anyone else,” Pei Zhiqiang said from the side.

Xing Weigang looked at Pei Tian Tian, the little girl staring intently at him with an innocent smile.

Xing Weigang said, “Actually, I came here just to make friends with Tian Tian. Her writing is very original, unique in the current market. If she’s willing, I can help her organize these serialized articles and contact a publisher to publish them as a book.”

Pei Tian Tian was overjoyed, her grape-like eyes sparkling as she looked at him, “I’m willing!”

The Pei family was also very happy; serializing in a magazine was quite different from publishing as an independent book.

It seemed their Tian Tian was already a little writer.

“Thank you, Uncle Editor-in-Chief,” Pei Tian Tian said with a smile.

Xing Weigang: “You’re welcome.”

Pei Tiantian’s eyes darted around. “Uncle Editor-in-Chief, I really love your books, especially ‘The Amazing Swan.’ I’ve read it so many times!”

Xing Weigang raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, if one day your book has the opportunity to be made into a TV series or movie, I hope you’ll let me know!”

Xing Weigang chuckled. “Okay, but I don’t have that plan yet. If there’s such an opportunity in the future, I’ll definitely tell you as soon as possible.”

Pei Tiantian’s gaze paused.

No such plan?

Did Xing Weigang mean that his book hadn’t been sold to anyone yet?

“Originally, a company wanted to develop my book and even promised me a movie or TV series project later,” Xing Weigang paused for a moment, “but later I found out that they just wanted to steal my copyright, so the matter was dropped.”