Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1221 - 609: Encountering a Madman_2

Chapter 1221: Chapter 609: Encountering a Madman_2

Living on a scholarship was fine, but it definitely wasn’t enough to keep up with fashion trends. Besides, he wasn’t that type of person. With graduation approaching, all he wanted was to learn as much as he could, to avoid being at a loss when he returned to his hometown and possibly faced unexpected challenges; only when you need to apply your knowledge do you realize how little you have.

As a student about to graduate, his schedule was not so tight. That afternoon, with no classes to attend, he went to the library. He found a book related to his major, spread it open, took out his notebook, and began his routine study.

In the library, it was common to see students like him studying and taking notes, and there was one sitting beside him.

However, while he was taking notes, he happened to glance at the content his neighbor was recording, and Yang Hongqi suddenly lost his composure—it was probably because he had been trained in the military by his elders when he was younger that his eyesight was so sharp. With just one look, he saw that his classmate was actually... actually... actually noting down some addresses in Japan.

Was he planning on moving to Japan after graduation to contribute to their development?

The mere thought made Yang Hongqi unable to contain himself. If he could, he wouldn’t be known as "Angry Youth."

He scoffed and said to the classmate beside him in a mocking tone, "Is the moon brighter in Japan than in our China?"

The classmate was busy with his notes and didn’t catch the tone of his voice. He paused his pen, then responded nonchalantly, "Not necessarily. I think they’re all the same."

Yang Hongqi sneered again. "Then why do you plan to go to Japan?"

Upon hearing this, the classmate turned his head sharply toward him and glared—a glare that reminded Yang Hongqi of an old great-uncle from his family, one who, in his teens, had rolled up his trouser legs, picked up a rifle, and went off to war.

The number of invaders the old man had killed with his gun was a mystery, even to himself. But as for those he had slain with a knife, strangled with a rope, stabbed with a dagger, or bludgeoned with a stone, it was said to be upwards of forty or fifty people.

The reason he suddenly thought of this great-uncle was that whenever the old man, a callous killer, became displeased, he would give people that very look. In the dog days of summer, anyone subjected to that stare would break out in a cold sweat—this was no exaggeration, in fact, it was an understatement. Yang Hongqi had seen, as a child when he accompanied this great-uncle to the county fair, how a thief, stunned by his great-uncle’s glare, became so weak-kneed he couldn’t stand.

There were many such stories, some witnessed by Yang Hongqi himself, others he had heard about.

Because of this intense aura of evil spirits, no child in the village dared to get close to the great-uncle—except Yang Hongqi, his great-grandson. This held true even as those children grew into young adults in the following years.

As the great-uncle grew older, he spoke less and less about those past events. Since Yang Hongqi left for school, in recent years, the old man mostly kept to himself at home, except for sweeping the graves of former comrades-in-arms and villagers who had passed away.

He wondered if, when he returned home for the holidays, he would still be able to see the old man sitting underneath the inclining tree at the entrance of the village...

"What did you just say?" the classmate across from him asked, breaking Yang Hongqi’s reverie.

"What did I say?" Even though the classmate’s glance was fierce and the atmosphere still felt a little different under his gaze, Yang Hongqi was unfazed. In his heart, he was on the side of righteousness, and righteousness was invincible. So... he was invincible.

"What’s wrong? Did I say something incorrect?" At that moment, Yang Hongqi wasn’t fighting alone. Behind him stood countless Angry Youth comrades supporting him, with numerous villagers from the old revolutionary base areas silently cheering him on. "You know what you were noting down. Aren’t you planning to work there in the future? Tell me you’re not recording these addresses to work over there."

Hearing this, the classmate across laughed, and with his laughter, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly lightened.

But seeing this smile, Yang Hongqi became instantly enraged. "You’re laughing? Of course, for you, going to Japan must be about achieving your dreams and life values, right? Go ahead, then. Go and fight for the construction of a capitalist country!"

"But remember, if war breaks out again one day, every bit of value you create for them will turn into bullets shot at us, into knives swung at our heads. By then, your life values will have found their greatest expression..."

As his voice grew louder and began to disturb other students’ study, the classmate gently reminded him, "Hey, you’re being too loud. You’re disturbing others."

Reminded by this ’traitor’ classmate, Yang Hongqi, still filled with righteous indignation, lowered his voice and turned around. "Okay, that’s all I’ll say. But I hope you remember who you are. You have the blood of the Descendants of Yan and Huang in your veins; you are a person of China, raised on this land. Wherever you go, that will not change. Hmph!"

Seeing that he had quieted down, the classmate, who had laughed and seemed at a loss for words, didn’t respond. Aside from watching films about tunnel warfare, it had been a long time since he had heard such a strongly nationalistic speech. These words were correct, but the didactic tone they were delivered in always felt somewhat absurd.