On Friday afternoons, the school will set aside a class time for students to clean up as usual.
It was Marven Ye's turn to be on duty this week, and he was responsible for cleaning the windows.
There are still many students left in the classroom, and they are always thinking about studying against the clock. It's a pity that reality is cruel, and once the atmosphere loosens, the big guy's heart also goes away. After a while, the classroom became lively, who was with whom, who blew with whom, who released a new album, any good novels or movies to recommend... These are the topics that the student party can talk about, but there are hundreds of them. Say no to.
Marven Ye listened without a match.
Then he saw a few girls running past him, rushing to the end of the corridor.
There is a teaching building for each of the first and third grades. Class 301 is in the classroom on the far right of the fifth floor, next to the playground.
Looking down from the corridor of Class 301, you can see the entire playground.
It seems to be a girl from the next class, Marven Ye thought casually.
"Is it really Jiang Qichen? I didn't expect him to play basketball?"
“… Scored a goal, three-step layup, really cool action.”
"People are also handsome, I didn't think it before, but now the more I look at it, the more eye-catching."
"Yes, yes, he still has the same nose and eyes, but I always think he is more attractive than Wang Yao."
Wang Yao is currently the most popular idol star among girls.
"What you said is too exaggerated."
"Really, why am I lying to you? If you don't believe it, when Jiang Qichen finishes playing, we will wait for him at the gate of Class 318..."
Hearing Jiang Qichen's three words, Marven Ye was startled, and he thought of the scene when he was lying in Jiang Qichen's arms that afternoon and the other party rubbed his nose.
His movement of cleaning the glass froze.
"He scored another goal. The boys who can play basketball are very handsome... Wait, when Jiang Qichen jumped up and shot, I seemed to see the abdominal muscles on his stomach, ah... It turned out to be abs, what should I do? , I suddenly want to marry Jiang Qichen."
"... Wake up, no matter how handsome Jiang Qichen is, he's still a gangster. He's fought more than you've eaten. You're a top student at a key university in the future."
"... I heard that Jiang Qichen takes girls to open rooms every three or five minutes. The girls who have slept can't count two slaps, and they also like to play group sex. You are sure you can handle it."
"Well, when I didn't say it. But Jiang Qichen is really handsome."
Hearing this, Marven Ye felt inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart, because of Jiang Qichen's chaotic private life, some people even coveted Jiang Qichen.
He pursed the corners of his lips and couldn't help looking in the direction of the playground.
The basketball court near the third-year teaching building has long been surrounded by a group of students on the third and third floors. It is no wonder that these girls want to go to the corridor of Class 301 to see it.
Meng Zezhi bent over, the basketball kept changing positions in his hands, back and forth, left and right, obviously looking for an opportunity to break through. Suddenly he quickened his pace, turned left and right, broke through the defense line in an instant, came to the basket, then made a slight jump, turned around and shot, the basketball drew a neat arc in the air, and hit the center of the basket.
This series of actions was particularly pleasing to the eye, and even Marven Ye, who had never been very fond of sports, couldn't help but want to applaud him.
He stood on tiptoe a little so he could see the entire basketball court.
The moment the basketball was caught, the referee blew his whistle, and the score on the scoreboard representing the 318 team also changed from 28 to 30, just over one point.
Since Meng Zezhi announced that he would no longer charge students protection fees, Wang Zhibin and the others had been in a lot of money. In addition, Meng Zezhi was not used to the taste of Internet cafes, so he simply replaced his daily pastime with playing basketball.
What is going on right now is a friendly match between them and the sports class next door.
Listening to the cheers in his ears, for the first time in his life, Meng Zezhi felt the increase in Charisma... Well, it's barely a benefit.
He stretched out his hand to take the mineral water thrown by the third child, unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to drink it, as if sensing something, he turned his head to look in the direction of Class 301.
The moment Meng Zezhi looked over, Marven Ye's scalp went numb, and he intuitively told him that the other party was looking at him.
He forgot that he was standing on the table, and ducked back like a conditioned reflex, but he stepped on the air and fell.
Meng Zezhi's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously rushed up, when he heard a whistle, and the game started again.
It is not appropriate to leave the field suddenly.
It's not appropriate to rush up rashly.
Fortunately, there should be no major problems with people. He barely stabilized his mind and refocused his attention on the game.
Hearing the movement, the girls turned their heads and saw Marven Ye who fell to the ground, and ran over quickly: "Are you alright?"
"It's okay." Physical tears filled Marven Ye's eyes instantly, he tried to lift his left foot, the pain pierced into the bone marrow like a needle.
Sprained foot.
Marven Ye frowned, looking up to force back her tears.
It's all Jiang Qichen's fault.
He asked someone to help bring dinner. By the time he was studying in the evening, Marven Ye's left foot had swollen into a hoof, and it hurt when he moved.
He originally wanted to trouble his friends to help him back to the dormitory, but when he packed up, he turned his head and he was gone.
His eyes widened, but the people who were still in the classroom at the moment were either girls or boys who had little to do with each other.
Marven Ye was thin-skinned, so she could only wait until everyone was gone before leaning on the wall and walking slowly towards the dormitory.
Unexpectedly, when he reached the third floor, he bumped into Jiang Qichen who came out of the classroom.
He took a short breath, lowered his head, pretended not to see, and continued to walk forward.
"Stop." Meng Zezhi's tone was not good.
Marven Ye's back was shivering with chills, and he always had the illusion that if he didn't obey, this person would beat him up.
Marven Ye forced himself to look up at him, but didn't want the other's gaze to stay on his left foot for two seconds, then snorted softly, turned back to the classroom, and when he came out again, he had a plastic medicine bottle in his hand.
Then the other party reached out and held his right hand: "Let's go."
Marven Ye was uncomfortable, almost on the same foot, but he didn't dare to refuse.
Finally, Marven Ye stabilized his mind.
The tip of his nose was filled with an unfamiliar smell, mixed with a faint smell of smoke, making his heart beat faster.
He tried to remain calm, but the corner of his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Meng Zezhi.
The moonlight cast a layer of light on his face, and he was indescribably handsome.
In a strange way, Marven Ye remembered what the girls said in the afternoon: what should I do, suddenly I want to marry Jiang Qichen.
Realizing what she was thinking, Marven Ye's eyes widened.
Then I heard the people around me say, "Here it is."
Marven Ye was so distraught, she hardly dared to look directly at the other party, she only stumbled and said, "Thank you, thank you."
"Here's to you," Meng Zezhi handed him the plastic medicine bottle: "It's for sagging feet."
Marven Ye took the medicine bottle subconsciously: "Thank you."
"Can you just say thank you?"
"What?" Marven Ye looked up at him unconsciously.
"I'm so kind to send you back to the dormitory and give you the medicine," Meng Zezhi squinted and snorted softly, "In the afternoon the day after tomorrow, remember to invite me to dinner."
Early the next morning, Meng Zezhi received a call that the live broadcast equipment he had ordered online had arrived.
Wang Zhibin was so excited that he sat on the computer chair and touched here and there.
"Try the mouse and keyboard to see if they fit together."
"Alas." Wang Zhibin reluctantly suppressed the excitement in his heart, controlled the mouse, and opened the game.
After playing a game, his first impression is that it is smooth, no lag, and no network delay. I don't know how much more comfortable it is than playing games in an Internet cafe.
"Cool." Wang Zhibin couldn't stop smiling.
"That's good." Meng Zezhi said sternly: "Before you officially set foot in the live broadcast industry, I have a few words to warn you."
"Brother Jiang, say it."
"First, you must be careful when you speak, don't use swear words, don't spread negative energy, and don't get involved in pornography, politics or crime."
"Second, don't have anything more than friendship with fans unless you really like her."
"Third, don't do anything that violates laws and regulations."
Meng Ze knew that this was a precautionary measure.
In the original plot, the reason why Wang Zhibin and others changed their past is purely because they learned the lessons of their predecessors after the accidental murder.
It's different now, he's still that little gangster Wang Zhibin.
Meng Zezhi was worried that he would be dazed by materialistic desires. How many internet celebrities and streamers in the world are planted on these three points.
So he simply gave Wang Zhibin a psychological suggestion, once he violated these three red lines in the future, he would have a splitting headache.
"Brother Jiang, don't worry, I will listen to you." Wang Zhibin nodded hastily.
"That's good." Meng Zezhi pointed to several live broadcast software on the computer screen and said, "Let's not rush to live broadcast first, I will give you a week to figure out the speaking skills of these anchors."
"And this." He opened a folder called learning on the desktop: "Here are some laws, regulations and codes of ethics and codes of conduct that I have collected that are closely related to the common people. You have to remember to read them. I don't ask you to memorize them. But you must have a number in mind."
The so-called good people do it to the end and send the Buddha to the west, but Meng knows that there is no way to do this.
"Okay." Wang Zhibin agreed, because he knew that Meng Zezhi did this for his own good.
"With your words, I'm relieved." Meng Zezhi patted his shoulder.
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Meng Zezhi: If you have cheated, will you be far away from cheating