There are no secrets in Qingyi Middle School!
As the birthplace of Qingzhou campus gossip culture, looking over the ten-year history of No. 1 Middle School, what students praise most is not the number of students who pass the college entrance examination every year, nor the trophies won in national competitions in various subjects, but the gossip party, which claims to have "three thousand party members, who go deep into the barren land, are not afraid of death when peeping, are not afraid of knives when following, the fate is in my hands, and the gossip party is supreme". They are all-powerful and are everywhere. They know everything from the complicated interpersonal relationships of school leaders to the calculation of the menstrual cycle of a girl in a certain class, as well as all kinds of inside stories, side stories, and tidbits.
After the first class in the afternoon, Wen Liang once again felt the majesty of the gossip party. Ren Yi had to go to the toilet, and when he came back, he looked depressed because someone had leaked his trouser legs when he was peeing. He said, "There is no New Year's Day party this year. The principal turned into Edward Scissorhands. Click, it was cut off!"
Wen Liang was surprised and said, "Brother Ren, it only rained for a few days and you betrayed the martial arts world and joined the film industry? You are fickle-minded, it will have a bad influence, right?" If it were in the past, he would at most compare the principal to Dongfang Bubai, not to Edward who is so postmodern and literary.
Ren Yi squinted his eyes and said disdainfully: "You will never understand my world. Brother, you are so shallow, there is no need to say more."
"Where did you hear that? It shouldn't be possible, right?" Meng Ke didn't quite believe it, and said, "We started collecting programs for the first and second grade students half a month ago. I heard that Class 4 of the second grade alone has lined up seven programs. Canceling it now would be too much of a dampener on everyone's enthusiasm... Well, Wen Liang, what do you think?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Meng Ke is right, the party cannot be cancelled!"
Ren Yi couldn't stand watching the butt sitting so crookedly, and said, "Why can't it be cancelled? This matter has already made the headlines of our party newspaper - it's like an elephant trying to knock down a mosquito, there's absolutely no way to turn the tables!"
"If the party newspaper's words were reliable, the mutton soup restaurant outside the west gate would not have closed down..."
This has a history. A few months ago, when Wen Liang was still trapped in the treacherous Qingzhou officialdom, a new mutton soup restaurant opened opposite the west gate of No. 1 Middle School. Not long after, the gossip party spread the news that the soup was extremely delicious. It might be that the boss secretly added opium shells in it. After a mouthful, the fragrance lingered in the teeth. If you didn't go there for a few days, you would drool when you smelled the smell from three miles away. The gossip was so magical that countless classmates flocked to it, wanting to taste the legendary opium. Logically speaking, if things continued like this, the boss would open a branch every ten days or half a month, but he couldn't even maintain the main store and closed down two months later, becoming the biggest Waterloo in the history of the gossip party.
Seeing Wen Liang insulting the Gossip Party's official newspaper, Comrade Ren Yi, the new secretary of the Party Branch of Class 3 of the High School Party Branch of the Gossip Party No. 1 Middle School, felt the same way and shouted, "The complete works of Jin Yong, do you want to bet?"
At that time, the pirated complete works of Jin Yong were only 20 yuan. Although it was a far cry from the genuine ones, it was a big bet for students. Wen Liang smiled slyly and said, "Let's bet, but let's change the bet. As long as you help me do something later, no matter if you win or lose, I will give you a set of complete works of Jin Yong!" Without waiting for Ren Yi to say anything, he added directly, "First, I won't let you sell your body, second, I won't let you violate the Gossip Party's party rules, and third, there will be no personal danger. Okay?"
Where can you find such considerate conditions? Ren Yi agreed immediately. Wen Liang asked him to come closer and give instructions. Meng Ke applauded on the side. The little girl has also learned bad things now, and she is afraid that the world will not be in chaos.
As they were talking, Ji Su came back from outside and sat down with a gloomy face, looking a little unhappy. Meng Ke asked her what was wrong, Ji Su sighed and said, "The party was cancelled, and we can't arrange our program..."
Wen Liang and the other two looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time, leaving Ji Su confused and bewildered. He blinked his big eyes, looking very adorable.
For an entire afternoon, the students were talking about the New Year's Eve party, which would definitely be on the hot topic list on Weibo in the future. Ren Yi had been asking around, and everyone generally expressed strong dissatisfaction. No. 1 Middle School had lost to No. 19 Middle School in the selection of the most popular New Year's Eve party program for four consecutive years, and last year it didn't even make the top three. No. 19 Middle School shaved its head off, and everyone was furious, waiting for revenge this year. If the school really announced the cancellation of the party, maybe the glass in the political education department would have to be replaced tomorrow.
As for why the principal made a mistake and smashed Hua Xique's glass, it can only be said that Gao Fushuai is not to be trifled with. Isn't there an idiom that means "a cuckoo takes over the magpie's nest"? Hua Xique is destined to be a loser, so who else can take the blame if not him
The bell rang for the third self-study class, and Ye Yuting walked in to announce the end of school. Wen Liang jumped out of the door. Ye Yuting came to find him, so she couldn't let him go so easily. She said angrily, "Wen Liang, stop right there!"
Uncle Wen is such a person. If he had known that Zuo Yuxi would go to Yishan Reservoir to fight the flood, she would not have kept it a secret. After school, she would definitely not escape a scolding, so she arranged Ren Yi as an ambush. Seeing that Wen Liang was about to be blocked by Ye Yuting at the door, Ren Yi suddenly stood up, and in a thousandth of a second, his eyes were filled with tears, and he choked up and said, "Teacher Ye, my family has suffered a disaster..."
Ye Yuting was shocked. She didn't bother to find trouble with Wen Liang. She walked over quickly, took Ren Yi's hand and asked him to sit back in his seat. She said softly, "What happened? Don't be afraid. The teacher is here and everything will be fine."
Wen Liang ran out the door, turned his head and said with a smile: "Teacher Ye, please go ahead and do your work. We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything."
After successfully escaping from Ye Yuting's clutches, Wen Liang took a taxi to the Education Bureau and sat for a while in the small restaurant across the street. From the window he saw Zuo Yuxi, dressed in a dark coat, walking out of the office building, and he hurriedly stood up to greet him.
The two got in the car, and Wen Liang asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll treat you tonight."
Zuo Yuxi started the car and drove slowly, chuckling, "If someone is too kind to you, he is either a traitor or a thief. Tell me, what's the matter with you coming to see me so urgently?"
"Since you've said so," Wen Liang lifted the hem of his coat and touched her round, tight thighs with ease, saying, "Steal what I don't want!"
The implication was naturally the first word. Zuo Yuxi rolled her eyes at him unhappily and said, "Shameless!"
Wen Liang was taking advantage of the situation, but he was unwilling to suffer any loss. He showed a standard eight-tooth smile and said, "Look, there are teeth!"
The toothless versus the toothless, the beautiful woman versus the pervert, what else can be said? The Santana drove slowly on the deserted streets of Qingzhou, occasionally stopping by the roadside, and then slowly starting again.
A poem reads:
I stop my car and sit to enjoy the maple forest in the evening. What flows through my fingers is not sand.
It is warm, compassionate and loving, and is praised as "a single piece of work that surpasses all the works of the Tang Dynasty."
Back at Diyuan Garden, Wen Liang picked up the sore Zuo Yuxi and sat her on the sofa. He smelled the fragrance of her hair and said with a smile, "Director Zuo, I just realized today that you are a really good driver. Which driving school did you learn from? I want to go too."
Zuo Yuxi leaned into his arms, chuckled a few times, and said, "Bad guy! Where did you learn the skill of teasing people?"
"Gifted and self-taught!"
Zuo Yuxi got up, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, her eyes seemed to be dripping with tears, she gently stroked his waist with her fingers, leaned close to Wenliang's ear and blew a breath, saying, "Boasting!"
The soft voice seemed to come from deep in her throat, with endless temptation and teasing. Wen Liang pushed her onto the sofa, supported himself with his hands on both sides, then knelt on her body, moved his waist mischievously, and said with a smile: "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Director Zuo, I'm really here, huh?"
Even though they were wearing clothes, Zuo Yuxi still felt numb from being pushed by him, and begged for mercy: "Okay, I was wrong, Lord Wen, please let me go!"
"No, unless..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door. Wen Liang rolled off Zuo Yuxi and whispered, "Yuting?"
Zuo Yuxi didn't seem to be that nervous. She calmly admired Wenliang's expression, then sat up and straightened her clothes, saying, "We agreed to have dinner at my house tonight. Yuting is not like me. She cooks delicious dishes."
The door was pushed open, and Ye Yuting walked in angrily. Wen Liang quickly took a pillow and covered his abdomen. Although the friction just now was to tease Zuo Yuxi, he also reacted.
"Yuxi, do you know what Wen Liang did? I'm so mad, so mad. I'm going to let Director Wen teach him a lesson this time!"
Ye Yuting stood at the entrance, leaning against the wall and bending over to change her shoes, and didn't see Wen Liang on the inside of the sofa. Zuo Yuxi looked at him with amusement, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? Did that kid make you angry again?"
"I heard you say that he hurt his leg when he went to Yishan. I wanted to show some concern for him after school, but he didn't appreciate it. In order to get away from it, he even asked a classmate to pretend that there was a disaster at home to trip me up... What's even more infuriating is that when I asked him what disaster had happened at home, he said that it rained so hard that the dog at home started to lose its hair out of season..."
“Puff!”
Zuo Yuxi couldn't help laughing. Ye Yuting changed her shoes and came over, complaining, "You're still laughing. I'm so angry... No, why is there a man's laughter? Um... you?"
Wen Liang was holding onto the pillow and couldn't get up. He waved his hand awkwardly and said, "Hi!"
Ye Yuting was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and sneered, "Okay, so you're here." She looked unfriendly, turned her head and looked around, and saw the pillow on his body. She grabbed it and smashed it while shouting, "Hey, you head! Hey, you head!"
Wen Liang thought that after a night, Ye Yuting's anger would have subsided, and that he could go to school tomorrow to fool around and it would be over, but he never expected that he would fall into the trap. He had no choice but to fall on the sofa with his head in his hands, and shouted, "Middle school teachers have behavioral norms. Corporal punishment of students must be reported and criticized, and beatings are aggravated! Teacher Ye, don't say I didn't warn you in front of the leaders of the Education Bureau!
"Okay, you still dare to be stubborn!"
Zuo Yuxi was laughing so hard that she fell backwards. Looking at the two people in such a mess, suddenly a sparkling tear flashed in her eyes.
Ever since Aunt Ye passed away, my sister has always been gentle and kind, and she seems not to get angry or upset, but only she knows how bitter she is...
Now, fortunately, we have him!
(I heard there is plagiarism again. Oh, this time it is imitation. I wonder, is Parallel Lines so popular? How can a book that flopped so badly have so many problems? Or is it because no one reads it that it is so unscrupulous?)
(If anyone has seen it, please come back and give me feedback. I really don’t have time. But I would like to add that I hope that no matter what the purpose is, people will respect themselves and then have self-esteem.)
(Thanks to brother Ping Xi Bu Ping for the 10,000-word reward, and thanks to the brothers who have been voting and rewarding in the past few days. Keep up the good work. That woman called Qian Bai has been waving at you. She is so gorgeous. Stop drooling. Let's rush over together.)
(The title of the previous chapter was indeed wrong. Thanks to my brother for correcting me. It should be "狚" instead of "煎". I mispronounced P as B. I can't bear the pinyin flow.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)