The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 267: Old Schoolmates

On the first day of university registration, Wang Miaomiao ran into her former classmate Li Jiajia, from whom she learned about the current situation of some of her classmates.

Li Jiajia chose to get married less than two months after graduating from high school. Her family was too large, the house too small, and her elder brother was waiting to get married, leaving no room for her.

After graduation, her family quickly introduced her to someone. The man worked under her father, was six years older than Li Jiajia, but unfortunately was divorced and had a son. His first wife had passed away due to illness.

The man’s family situation was quite good, far more capable than Li’s family. He promised Li Jiajia a job after marriage and they wouldn’t live with his parents, as he had his own house.

Although it was just a 30-square-meter dormitory, it was incredibly tempting for Li Jiajia. Her childhood dream was to have a room and a bed of her own.

Moreover, she urgently needed a place to settle down, as her family could no longer accommodate her.

So, after getting to know the man for a month and finding out he had no bad habits, Li Jiajia agreed to the marriage. Before long, they got married, and her husband secured a middle school teaching job for her. The work was easy, the life comfortable, and it wasn’t bad overall.

If there was anything unsatisfactory, it was the five-year-old stepson. Five years old was not too young or too old; he had memories and remembered his biological mother, aware that Li Jiajia was the stepmother, inevitably causing some clashes in daily life.

Being a stepmother was tough. While Li Jiajia wasn’t a cruel person, she was still just a young woman fresh out of school, perhaps ready to be a good wife but definitely not equipped to be a qualified stepmother.

This time, upon receiving the news of the college entrance examination, she and her husband were quite lucky and both passed.

Over the years, because she was a teacher, Li Jiajia never stopped studying and even taught herself English. Her admission to the Beijing University language department was largely due to her good English scores.

Her husband also did well, securing a spot in the civil engineering department of Beijing City University of Architecture.

Over the years, they had a daughter, and with the stepson, they had both a son and a daughter.

They didn’t bring their children this time, leaving them in J City to be cared for by his parents. However, after all, children should be with their parents. Their daughter was only three, and Li Jiajia couldn’t bear to be apart from her. They would be in Beijing studying for four years. Finally, they decided that after settling down, they would rent a place and bring the children to live with them.

From her words, Wang Miaomiao sensed that Li Jiajia had feelings for her husband because her expression was gentle and smiling when mentioning her husband and daughter. When she talked about her son, it was rather flat, but not hostile, leading Wang Miaomiao to assume that overall, Li Jiajia had been doing pretty well over the years.

"Next time during the break, invite your husband, let’s gather together. My home is not far from the school, and you’re welcome to visit," Wang Miaomiao suddenly realized through their conversation that Li Jiajia was quite nice. She didn’t have many friends, and in her last year of high school, the only person she could really talk to in the dormitory was Li Jiajia. Although she didn’t intend to get close to her at that time, in retrospect, it was a nice relationship.

Moreover, now they had become classmates again, which was quite an extraordinary fate.

"Sure, I will definitely come," Li Jiajia was obviously pleased when she saw Wang Miaomiao come around. She always knew Wang Miaomiao was hard to bond with but was genuinely good to true friends.

Back then, after falling out with Liu Ying, she became wary of making friends. In the entire dormitory, the only person she felt drawn to was Wang Miaomiao. She wanted to be friends with her, but Wang Miaomiao was already friends with Cheng Xue. Later, after Cheng Xue left, although she tried to interact more with her, Wang Miaomiao remained distant. Li Jiajia wasn’t someone who would cling persistently, so the two maintained a distant relationship until graduation.

They exchanged smiles, seeming to grow closer.

"Did you rent or buy a house? Are there any places for rent around your area?" Li Jiajia, being straightforward, asked since they were friends now and she mentioned living nearby. It’s helpful to live close for mutual care while away from home.

Considering they had become friends, Wang Miaomiao didn’t hide anything from her. After all, Li Jiajia had shared every detail of her life over the past few years. So, Wang Miaomiao briefly shared her situation.

As Wang Miaomiao was narrating, Li Jiajia’s eyes grew as wide as bronze bells, unable to hide the little gossip within them.

"Your husband is really Cheng Xue’s uncle? The handsome guy who used to pick you up from school? And you have twin sons? Oh my... You joined the army? Participated in disaster relief and earned honors? Became a teacher? And now you’re the national top scorer? ...Wang Miaomiao, how are you so amazing..." Li Jiajia’s eyes sparkled, her admiration evident.

"Top scorer?" Wang Miaomiao was puzzled. Was she?

Li Jiajia exclaimed in surprise, "You didn’t know? You’re the national top arts scorer—didn’t you see the banner on the school’s teaching building?"

"Ah? I didn’t see it." Wang Miaomiao hadn’t noticed. They had wandered around the school a few days ago and directly went to the registration office today, then to the classroom, not checking outside.

"Alright then," Li Jiajia looked at her with an expression of awe and submission.

They talked about their children for a while until the teacher arrived, so they paused their conversation.

The English professor was an elderly man with reading glasses, gray hair, and a face full of wrinkles. According to the introduction, he was just over fifty, but he looked quite old. However, his English was very fluent, showing clear knowledge.

Wang Miaomiao noticed his hands, thinking to herself. They were weathered hands, like his face, full of cracks and frostbite scars. He probably had just returned from a reformation, she thought...

He spoke entirely in English upon entering. Wang Miaomiao looked around; most people seemed to struggle, each with furrowed brows looking as if they were enduring significant hardship. Li Jiajia, too, appeared tense and confused. Her English was entirely self-taught, able to handle the written part through memorization, but definitely not the spoken aspect.

Wang Miaomiao calmly regarded the professor, estimating he wanted to give them an early challenge.

Wang Miaomiao didn’t have any issues with it; it was up to them to adapt to the teaching style. Being here meant learning, and if the lecture was over their heads, it was a way to see their true level, reminding them that getting into Beijing University wasn’t everything—they still had much to learn...