After arranging the training ground and coach, Wen Liang put aside half of his worries. The next day, during class, he suddenly asked, "Brother Ren, please, I have something to ask you..."
Ren Yi has recently become obsessed with Jin Yong's novels. If you don't speak with an ancient accent, he won't bother to talk to you. "Okay, okay. As a man of the rivers and lakes, loyalty comes first. If you have anything to say, please ask Brother Wen for advice!"
Wen Liang suppressed his laughter and said, "I heard you say Liu Zhihe opened a betting market some time ago. How much did you bet?"
Ren Yi had an exaggerated expression, a look of pain on his face: "I really spent a lot of money, a full fifty dollars, fifty dollars!"
Wen Liang choked to death with his own saliva. "How much? Fifty?"
"Yes, my food allowance for a week is gone just like that!" Ren Yi's parents run a small business and their family is average. They give him 300 yuan a month for food and pocket money. Although it is not much, it is also above average. No one expected that this guy would actually spend so much money on gambling.
Wen Liang felt a little dizzy and asked in confusion, "Isn't this a bit too big? Don't make any trouble. If the banker turns his face and refuses to admit it, you will be left with nothing but tears."
Ren Yi looked at Wen Liang with contempt and said, "Forget that you are not from our junior high school. Liu Zhihe is a famous person among us. He has been doing business with many people during his three years in junior high school and never defaulted on his debts!"
"Damn!" Wen Liang felt old. It turned out that these idiots had been gambling since junior high school. It was true that people were drawn to different things. When he was in junior high school, he was still trying to figure out where to get a bottle of Popeye's spinach, but they were already introducing the advanced experience of Macau...
While he was sighing, Wen Liang was called to Ye Yuting's office. Teacher Ye didn't know how to respect the privacy of students and asked directly, "Are you and Mu Shanshan going to play basketball?"
Wen Liang didn't expect that the teacher would hear it so quickly, and he said with a wry smile: "Friendly match, friendly match."
"I don't care what the competition is, Wenliang, I hope you understand that school is a place for learning!"
Wen Liang knew that Teacher Ye had misunderstood others, so he smiled and said, "School is also a place for growth."
Ye Yuting is a very smart person. When she heard this, she knew that Wen Liang could not be persuaded through normal means, so she suddenly asked, "I was suddenly notified to be the head teacher of Class 3 before the start of the school. Do you know why?"
Hmm? Wen Liang understood what she meant. That is to say, history should have progressed according to the footsteps of the previous life, and Bi should still be the head teacher of Class 3. But for some reason, there was a change before the start of school
Wen Liang pointed at his nose and said, "Should I know?"
Ye Yuting stared into his eyes carefully, as if to confirm whether Wen Liang was lying or not. After a while, she said, "Mu Shanshan is a little impatient, and the child doesn't know the seriousness of the matter. It's better not to have this match."
Teacher Ye is kind, but he always changes the subject suddenly, which is unbearable. Wen Liang curled his lips and said, "It's just that he has a bad temper and is ruthless. I know it even if you don't tell me. It's just a friendly match, just a friendly match."
"Okay," Ye Yuting seemed to have given up trying, "I believe you can handle it well, but if anything happens, come to me. I can still help you with general matters at Qingyi Middle School."
Wen Liang was completely confused by what he heard and couldn't figure out what the significance of today's conversation was. Moreover, in a school like Qingyi Middle School, it was really frustrating that a small teacher like you dared to take on such a big responsibility!
After school, Wen Liang went to the Normal College alone. This was Ning Xiaoning's idea. Before the game started, no one should know about Wen Liang's relationship with her and Xu Yao. The enemy was strong and we were weak, so we wanted to catch them by surprise. If the enemy knew who was going to play, there might be trouble. So the three of them split into two groups and reunited at the Normal College basketball hall.
When Wen Liang's back faded away, a thin man who was sneaking around the school gate ran to the small playground. Mu Shanshan and his group were sitting on the grass beside the basketball court. When they saw the thin man coming back, Hou Qiang asked loudly, "Red Monkey, where did he go?"
The red monkey cleared his throat, still looking sneaky, and said in a low voice: "It's strange, that guy went east."
Everyone was stunned and looked at Mu Shanshan. Mu Shanshan frowned, tapped the ground with his fingers, and muttered to himself: "Dong? What's Dong?"
Qing No. 1 Middle School is located in the bustling area of the center of Qingzhou's main urban area. Going west is Qingzhou No. 19 Middle School. The teaching building is shabby, but the playground is the only plastic track besides the Normal College. The basketball court is also good, with a cement hardened ground and a net on the basket, unlike the bare big iron ring on No. 1 Middle School, which looks ugly no matter how you look at it. Going south is the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School of Qingzhou Heavy Industry Factory, which has better conditions than No. 19 Middle School. There is no middle school to the west, but there is an Urban Construction Vocational School, which has a basketball court, but it is not much different from the one at Wen Liang's house, and is purely for decoration.
As for the east, Qingzhou Normal University is over there, but the university is different from the junior high school and high school. The outdoor basketball court during this period is basically like a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush—it’s already full! I heard there is an indoor basketball court, but Wen Yuan’s family background is too small... Humph, Mu Shanshan smiled disdainfully, not taking it to heart, nodded and motioned Honghou to sit down, and said, "Go east and you’ll go home. The Municipal Party Committee’s Family Quarters are over there. I knew this guy was a coward, and he might have given up a long time ago. Wen Yuan even asked me to keep an eye on him. Is it necessary? Haha."
A group of people laughed along, and a handsome boy frowned and said, "The Municipal Party Committee's family compound? Who is his Municipal Party Committee? Don't let the floods wash away the Dragon King Temple, it will cause trouble and it won't look good."
Mu Shanshan knew that he had an aunt in the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department, but that was just a question. His father, Bai Changqian, was the deputy mayor and a member of the Standing Committee. Who was he afraid of? Although he looked as pretty as a girl, he was a man who didn't care about his life when fighting. He was a cruel and ruthless man. He had ruined many girls in the past two years. He refused to admit it after pulling up his pants. Even Mu Shanshan thought he was too cruel.
"It's okay, he's just a deputy director of the Policy Research Office, a lowly official. Bai Huan, your third aunt scolded him in person, but there was no response."
There was a hint of pride on Bai Huan's handsome face. He smiled without saying anything.
Hou Qiang was just busy helping out, and really hadn't asked about Wen Liang's family background. He was a little scared when he heard it, and said, "He's a deputy director, so he's not an ordinary citizen. Is Brother Shan okay?"
Mu Shanshan slapped him on the back of the head and cursed, "You are the only one among us who is in a mess. Heihou, your father is the mayor of Huashan District after all. How can you not be so afraid of this and that all day long?"
Hou Qiang immediately cried out in humiliation: "Brother Shan, how can my father be called an official? Yang Da-nao of Huashan District has the final say. Deputies act like grandsons to him. I have seen my father smashing cups at home more than once..." What he said was very sophisticated, he even called his own father a grandson.
Mu Shanshan knew that he was heartless, so he slapped him again. Hou Qiang dodged it with a grin. Mu Shanshan didn't care, and whispered, "It's okay, you will be powerful soon, and Yang Da's head won't be able to stay here for many days!"
Hou Qiang was overjoyed, and he grabbed Mu Shanshan's arm, saying, "We are brothers, don't lie to me, okay?" Huashan District is currently the largest district in Qingzhou, with a prosperous economy and a large population. The district party secretary is in a prominent position among the eight counties, six districts and one county-level city in Qingzhou. All the previous secretaries were the confidants of the Qingzhou boss. When Zuo Jing was in Qingzhou, although the relationship between the municipal party committee and the municipal government was tense, Zuo Jing overpowered Fang Mingtang and shook the situation, so his subordinates were inevitably a bit domineering. Yang Yixing from Huashan District was thin and had a big forehead. He was nicknamed "Yang Big Head". He was a diehard of Zuo Jing. In five years, he managed Huashan District to be known as the Little Jiangnan, and was considered a first-class official.
Mu Shanshan smiled coldly: "Just wait and see."
If Yang Yihang were here, he would have to spit out blood. When did even a little brat like this get to point fingers and talk about his life and death? What a joke!
Unfortunately, in the face of reality, this joke is not funny at all.
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. Xiao Meng, why hasn't the expert you invited come yet?"
Meng Hao stood up from the crowd. His stature was comparable to Mu Shanshan's. He really didn't deserve the word "small". "It's time to come over. Brother Shan, masters are always reserved. The more tempered they are, the more skilled they are. You want to be foolproof. With these two people, we can't say we can conquer the entire city, but we can definitely sweep all the high schools in Qingzhou. As long as that kid doesn't invite the national team, we'll definitely win this game!"
Everyone laughed, and many people looked disapproving, obviously thinking that Mu Shanshan's behavior was a bit like using a cannon to kill a mosquito - a waste of talent.
Mu Shanshan nodded. They didn't know the grudge between him and Wen Liang, and they really thought that he was jealous of Ji Su. Of course, this was part of the reason, but it was no longer the main reason...
Mu Shanshan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his clenched hands made a crisp sound. (To be continued)