Zhou Chuan smacked his lips upon seeing this, then took out his phone out of boredom and prepared to watch some videos to kill time.
But at this moment, Du Ping came over and said loudly: "The card makers associations from where you come from have sent people to pick you up. I wish you all good results in the upcoming college entrance examination. In addition..."
He paused, then added: "The organizers have also organized a summer camp, which will be held within half a month after the college entrance examination. During that period, you will also have an exchange competition with your peers from Japan."
Mr. Fu suddenly spoke up and responded loudly: "The old saying is right, if you are first in the competition, everything else is second! That's all I have to say, kids, work hard and win honor for Jiuzhou!"
The young men were most offended by these words. At this moment, they all looked very heroic and eager to beat the Japanese genius to a pulp.
Zhou Chuan also curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a kind smile.
"Alright, operators from all over the place have arrived, let's all go home!"
After that, Mr. Fu turned to look at Zhou Chuan and said, "Xiao Chuan, Zhou Zhou, you two should follow Grandpa Fu."
Mr. Fu’s mount Lingka is a handsome eagle. Judging from its fur color and posture, it is quite similar to the legendary mythical bird in Zhou Chuan’s previous life - the Saker Falcon.
It immediately flapped its wings and soared into the sky, flying very fast and steady, much better than Du Ping's falcon.
Just like that, after a while, the outlines of hundreds of lakes came into view of the three people. Lakes of all sizes were inlaid on the earth like gems. When the sun shone on them, they emitted strange light.
Zhou Chuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. After being away from home for three days, he finally felt a little relieved.
The eagle soon landed on the square of Baihu Card Makers Association. Zhou Zhou trotted towards the luxury car that came to pick her up, while Zhou Chuan took out his old man's car and drove on the main road in the city center at a speed of 40 miles per hour.
When he returned home, his parents were not at home. Zhou Chuan easily took out the key from under the carpet outside the door, used it to open the lock of the fire extinguisher cabinet, and then took out the real house key from it before he could enter the house.
"Finally I'm back."
Zhou Chuanqing said as he returned to his room. The first thing he did was to turn on his computer and log into the school website to cancel his leave.
But when he finished the operation and returned to the homepage, he saw the words "Zhou Chuan" written in large letters on the forum column on the right side of the website.
"???"
Zhou Chuan showed the expression of an old man on the subway, tapped the mouse and clicked in, and saw that this post had been pushed up to thousands of floors, with varying numbers of replies on each floor.
Among them, his classmates spoke out, banged their heads on the table, and talked about the past, grievances, and love and hatred of the first place winner, Chuan Ge;
There was also a classmate from the next class who heard some gossip about something he himself didn't know about, which was a tangled mess of grudges and sorrows.
Some students even read the alliance announcement and still said: How can a small place like Baihu produce the first place? Do you think the geniuses from other places are all dead
Under each of these questioning posts, there are classmates and friends of Zhou Chuan fighting. Among them, the most powerful fighter is an unknown netizen named "Yuzhou is really too weak" with the online name "Jianduanxinghe".
He uses sarcastic remarks and foul language at will, and his words are so dirty that they are unbearable to read.
"Sister Zhou Zhou is awesome!"
Zhou Chuan felt quite emotional. After taking a few screenshots as emoticons, he lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
He slept until eight or nine o'clock the next day. After he smoothed his hair and washed up briefly, he picked up his schoolbag and walked slowly to school.
Although he was two hours late, he was no longer in a hurry and even wanted to have breakfast.
"Xiao Zhou is here!"
The owner of the breakfast shop greeted me with a sly smile.
Behind him, many neighbors and elders greeted Zhou Chuan, then leaned their heads together and loudly discussed things like "Who is the promising kid in the Zhou family?" and "I've been eyeing this kid since he was young."
Zhou Chuan couldn't help but sigh.
He had experienced this kind of scene in his previous life, but the topics discussed by these people were "Why doesn't the kid from Old Zhou have a partner yet?" and "How much money does this kid make now?" and so on.
"Come on, kid, order whatever you want. From now on, you can come to your uncle's house for breakfast. It's free!"
The shop owner placed the menu next to Zhou Chuan, his face full of pride.
"Uncle Zhao, this... isn't good."
"What's wrong with that? You've set a good example for the kids in our neighborhood! My kid is now shouting every day that he wants to be a card maker, just as good as his brother Chuan. He knows how to make progress at such a young age. I can't thank you enough, uncle!"
"Is that so?"
Zhou Chuan looked at the enthusiastic shop owner and could not say no. He thought about putting the money in a red envelope during the Chinese New Year and buying a skin for Uncle Zhao's little fat boy.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhao." He said with a smile.
"You are always so polite, kid." Boss Zhao laughed and quickly took out various breakfasts from the kitchen and placed them in front of Zhou Chuan one by one.
Zhou Chuan was not polite and ate with great enthusiasm.
But at this moment, Boss Zhao took out a camera, put his arm around his shoulders, and smiled brightly.
Zhou Chuan didn't know what the other party was doing, so he just forced a smile to cooperate.
"Nephew, do you mind if I print this photo and put it on the wall?"
"It's okay, Uncle Zhao, you can stick it on wherever you want."
"Haha, okay, okay."
Zhou Chuan felt something was wrong as he looked at Boss Zhao, whose smile was getting brighter and brighter. He quickly finished his breakfast and got up and ran away.
Boss Zhao looked at his back with a smile, found a deserted place, and made a phone call: "Hey, Boss Wang, it's me, Lao Zhao! Is your business busy recently? Do you have time to help me make a plaque? It'll be called 'Zhou Zhuangyuan Breakfast Shop'."
"Get lost! You're the one who changed your last name! Call me when you're done and I'll pick it up myself. OK! Hang up!"
Looking at the darkened mobile phone screen, Boss Zhao gave a sly smile.
He sincerely sighed that no matter what industry one is in, in the end it all comes down to the amount of reading and knowledge!
For example, he likes to read online articles when he has nothing to do. He once read a story like this:
It is said that a village chief spent many years raising a god, but in the end he only changed the name of the god for the village, and got nothing else! This is a typical lack of business acumen!
Obviously, he knows that he has the title of God, so why can't he open a farmhouse, cook some local specialties, and say that the Supreme God said it was delicious! And make some local wine, and say that the Titled Douluo said it was delicious, then he will make a lot of money.
Looking at his neighbors who were still discussing, Old Zhao smiled mysteriously, then shook his head, feeling a little lonely at the top.
"Lao Zhao, bring another tray of steamed dumplings!" someone called out.
"Hey! Here they come! Wife, bring another tray of steamed dumplings!" Old Zhao greeted with a smile.
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