I Have a Special Ability, So What?

That year, Wang Zhe was sixteen. His uncle, who worked in the city, sent word that he had recently been transferred to a newly completed school to tend the boiler. He had already arranged with the school leadership for Wang Zhe to attend as a visiting student. So Wang Zhe traveled alone by train for a whole day to this new industrial city by the sea. It was August 27. After taking five hundred yuan from his uncle, Wang Zhe shouldered his simple luggage and headed to the school to register.

With the bowl-shaped haircut common in the countryside, a blue shirt, a pair of oversized yellow military trousers, and black cloth shoes, Wang Zhe walked into the city's newest school, Fengxiang No. 7 Middle School.

Wang Zhe slung his yellow military bag over his shoulder and stood at the gate, looking at the school. It stood there like an open book, its yellow-and-green walls gleaming in the sunlight. To me, its five-story building looked as tall as the ancient tombs on Dongpo Hill in my hometown. The only difference was that there were no wild * blowing about on top, but there were a few decorative railings, with several red banners hanging down from them. On the left was written, "Enthusi...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.