Chapter 1280: Chapter 1068: The Heartbroken_2

This romantic rival is named Ol’ Kang, who runs a computer company outside, a successful person by modern society standards.

Jiang Xue has not changed her heart.

However, He Xi felt a sense of crisis.

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[He Xi silently watched Xia Qunfang busily cleaning up the dining table, not knowing how to start the conversation.

“Mom. Can you help me borrow some money?” He Xi suddenly said, “I want to publish a book.”]

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[Xia Qunfang sat silently, her hands tightly twisting the greasy apron. After a while, she went into the inner room, and after some rustling noises, she came out with a passbook, saying: “This is the money from the factory for buying out my years of service. We’ve discussed it for a long time, and it was only issued half a month ago. Nine hundred and four per year, twenty-seven years of service, here’s the passbook. You take it to handle your matters.” She wanted to say something but remained silent, and after a while, she couldn’t help adding softly: “Try to see if they can delay the payment a few months, it’s currently a demand deposit, what a pity.”]

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[He Xi took the passbook, didn’t even look at it and walked outside, “They want to see the money first.”

“Wait–” Xia Qunfang suddenly shouted.

He Xi turned his head in confusion and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Xia Qunfang looked eagerly at the red passbook in He Xi’s hand, her hands still twisting the edge of her apron, “I want to see again how much the total is.”

“25380, just do the multiplication yourself,” He Xi said impatiently, rushing to leave.

“I get it. You go ahead.” Xia Qunfang said a bit embarrassingly, feeling that she was being too nagging.]

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Seeing this, Chen Le felt a bit stifled in his heart.

An uneducated mother could never understand what her son was studying.

Yet when her son asked, she chose to support him unconditionally.

These words may not be splendid.

But Chen Le was struck by a simple impact, feeling a bit teary.

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The money was still not enough.

He Xi decided to borrow money from his mentor, Liu Qing.

The mentor wanted to refuse this student who, in his view, had gone astray but was still stubbornly delusional.

Coincidentally.

At this time, the romantic rival Ol’ Kang appeared.

It turned out that Ol’ Kang had also been Liu Qing’s student before.

In the words of the mentor:

He Xi and Ol’ Kang, were his most proud students.

What’s more surprising is that Ol’ Kang was willing to lend money to He Xi.

He Xi agreed.

For the sake of continuous publication.

Even if this person was his romantic rival.

What He Xi didn’t expect was that Ol’ Kang was not only lending money to him for publishing, but also wanted to act as a guarantor and lend money to Jiang Xue to study abroad.

Jiang Xue asked He Xi for his opinion again.

What could He Xi say?

Stop his girlfriend from studying abroad, ruin her prospects?

Perhaps young people are like this, thinking that time and distance can never defeat their love.

At this moment.

Chen Le almost foresaw the outcome of this couple.

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The mentor once said something that left a deep impression on He Xi:

Exploration means loneliness.

Pity that the mentor himself had forgotten that he ever said this.

He Xi staked everything on his continuous theory.

Even though the school did not agree to list continuous theory as a key research topic–

Of course, they did not agree.

No one in the world thought this was useful stuff.

About this.

He Xi said calmly and sadly: “Actually, I know this. Yes, I admit it definitely has no use. Honestly, I am more aware of this than anyone else.”

As he said this.

He Xi felt as if something inside him was gradually shattering, shattering into dregs, shattering into dust.

I must complete it.

This is my fate.

Even if it means self-publishing.

He Xi embarked on this path unhesitatingly.

Later, he received a letter from his girlfriend about complaints and pains in life.

Later still, He Xi learned that Ol’ Kang had given up his local job and went to be with Jiang Xue.

These still couldn’t make He Xi change his mind.

He was like a gambler, staking all the chips he had in his hands.

He eventually self-published his “Theory of Micro-continuity.”

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[Xia Qunfang wiped her sweat, occasionally looking back at the dozens of bundles of books filling the car. Each book was thicker than a brick, and each volume was divided into three parts, upper, middle, and lower, giving her a profound sense of awe. This reminded Xia Qunfang of her own early schooling over forty years ago, when she as a little girl revered the authors of textbooks. Think about it, so many people read the same book, and the teachers also used this book to mark exams and grade papers. Books are the standard, the most incredible thing in the world, and the people who write books are of course even more incredible. And now, these books were all written by her son.]

The mother is happy.

She proudly boasted to her neighbors: “My Xiaosi published a book!”

She pointed to the bundles of hefty volumes, feeling extremely delighted, seemingly the most content and proud she has ever felt in her life.

Just hearing someone praise her, Xia Qunfang felt like she was about to faint from joy.

Her face was hot, her heart thumping rapidly, her body filled with strength.

She almost single-handedly carried dozens of bundles of books upstairs.

All sorts of ailments like shoulder periarthritis, lumbar muscle strain seemed to have healed.

Once so many books entered the room, it immediately made the room too small, so Xia Qunfang tirelessly adjusted the position of the furniture, eventually stacking the books into a square mountain of books, all spines facing outwards, so that everyone entering the door could see the book titles and He Xi’s embossed name.

Xia Qunfang then began to tidy up the pile of packaging materials.