On the way back to the classroom, Wen Liang had already realized the seriousness of the situation. Since he became the president of the student union, he would always meet many strangers nodding and smiling at him when walking on campus. Some of the familiar people would even ask him meaningless questions like "Have you eaten?" or "Do you want to pee?" Today, he mostly saw looks of contempt and disgust, or people pointing and talking behind his back, or looking at him and whispering to each other. As for what they were talking about, Wen Liang could guess without listening.
Although Wen Liang never felt proud of the days when everyone was friendly to him, the sudden change of style was still a bit awkward. He saw Liu Zhi and his group on the other side of the road from a distance, so he tiptoed slightly, jumped over the holly bushes on the side of the road, and took a shortcut to chase them.
"Zhihe, wait!"
Hearing Wen Liang's voice, Liu Zhihe turned around, his eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled, and said, "Brother Wen, you are awesome!"
Good news never travels far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Wen Liang said angrily, "You are so awesome! I don't know who is spreading rumors about me behind my back. I am almost becoming the enemy of the people!"
"Do you still need to slander me? As soon as I heard you did it, I knew it was you who did it. Otherwise, the school wouldn't have taken such drastic measures."
Wen Liang was speechless and smiled bitterly, "This is not important... Ask someone to check and see if they can find out who spread the rumor!"
Liu Zhihe put his arm around Wen Liang's shoulders and laughed, "I guess this matter is hard to investigate. It's been spread so widely that it's already a mess. Who knows where it was first heard? I think we should use the old method. Anyone who dares to discuss it will be criticized by the Political and Educational Department!"
Wen Liang almost kicked him. This was a different matter from Huang Weiguo's. How could he, a senior high school student, be qualified to use administrative orders? This was not the way to be domineering!
"Let's try my luck. At least I can make the person who slandered me nervous, so that he won't live too leisurely and have all kinds of crazy thoughts all day long."
"Okay, I'll do as you say!"
When they were about to separate in front of the teaching building, Wen Liang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where did you park the Lamborghini?"
Since receiving Ning Xi's birthday gift, Wen Liang had only seen it a few times. Liu Zhi and the others had always borrowed it to play around. This time, it was Luo Qi who wanted to use it, presumably to take the champion of the previous beauty pageant out for a ride.
"I found a place to park outside. Can I give you the keys now?"
Wen Liang thought about it and said, "You should take it. After school this afternoon, drive to the Great World and give the key to anyone. Just say that it's Mr. Luo who wants it."
As they were talking, they arrived at the teaching building. Liu Zhihe's class was on the second floor. The two parted ways at the stairs. Wen Liang was about to go to the classroom when he was hit on the left shoulder. He turned his head but saw no one.
"See, I told you he would be fooled."
There was a giggle from the right, and Wen Liang helplessly turned around again and said, "Xu Yao, can you be so disrespectful to your superiors?"
Xu Yao curled her lips and said, "You are just like autumn grasshoppers. You have been tossing around for a few days, and you are still acting like a chairman!"
Wen Liang said seriously: "Haven't you heard that once a teacher, you are a father for life? If I've been your superior for one day, I'll be your leader for life. So be more serious!"
Xu Yao stuck out her tongue, stood at attention and saluted, saying, "Hello, leader!"
Wen Liang then waved his hand in satisfaction and said, "Hello, comrades!"
Ning Xiaoning rolled her eyes and took two steps away in disdain, not wanting to bother with the two childish guys. Xu Yao was having fun, saluted again, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, leader!"
Wen Liang forced himself to hold back his laughter, and instead of following the script, he simply ignored her and asked Ning Xiaoning, "Coach, are you planning on living on campus, or going home?"
In the third year of high school, No. 1 Middle School forced all students to live on campus, study in the morning and evening, and attend roll call at 5 a.m., and go to bed at 10 p.m. The tight schedule is like the tight hoop on Monkey King's head, which is simply painful. However, despite such inhuman requirements, some masochists still feel that time is not enough, and they sleep on the floor in the classroom at night, light candles and study all night, just like the ancient academic masters who drilled holes in the wall to steal light, read with fireflies, and hung books on cow horns.
Ning Xiaoning's arm is injured, so it is very inconvenient for her to live on campus. She should be able to ask the school for leniency and allow her to go to school as a day student. This way, she can skip morning and evening self-study and sleep in a little longer. If she tells others about this, I wonder how many people will envy her to death.
"No need, I can do what others can do!" Ning Xiaoning looked indifferent. She did not think it was exciting to have privileges. On the contrary, it was precisely because she was injured that she had to make herself appear less special. This was her strength and the most admirable thing about her. She was proud but not rebellious, proud but not self-reliant.
"Thank you for your hard work, leader!" Xu Yao continued to salute, moving from one gentle side to the other, blinking her long eyelashes. Her pitiful eyes reminded people of a domestic pet, adorable from the inside out.
Wen Liang deliberately teased her and continued to ignore her, saying, "Coach, I'll go back to the classroom then."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. Xu Yao finally couldn't help it, stretched out her hand to block his way, showing her two little white teeth, and said viciously: "Leader, you have worked hard!"
Wen Liang laughed out loud. If it weren't for school, he would have pinched her nose. He said, "Serve Yaoyao!"
Back in class, Huang Gang was very worried and said, "Chairman, the rumors outside now..."
"Is it bad for me? Is someone saying bad things about me behind my back? Is there anyone planning to beat me up after school?"
Huang Gang's little head kept nodding. When he heard the word "stun club", he nodded habitually, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no one dares to hit you!"
"That's it. Since no one dares to hit me, it's just some sarcastic remarks. I won't lose a piece of flesh. I'm at peace!" Wen Liang said earnestly: "Everyone who is at the center of the storm must have the courage and confidence to face criticism. Only then can they be worthy of being a big man!"
Huang Gang was once again impressed by Wen Liang and said admiringly: "Chairman, there was light shining on your head just now!"
Is the wire short-circuited? And it's flashing? Wen Liang patted her head and said, "Focus on the class!"
The hacking incident gradually calmed down as time went by. Liu Zhihe never found the person who did it, but it was no big deal. Wen Liang was never a good student who was loved by everyone. He didn't care about being feared or hated. And it was like fate. In the past three years, whenever there was a sign of improvement in his popularity, he would suddenly have an accident and then fall back to the original level. It didn't matter who hacked him. This person was not Jack the Ripper, who could be so eye-catching and still flourish after disappearing for a hundred years. In the final analysis, he was just a poor guy who hated Wen Liang, a coward hiding in the dark without the courage to fight back. Apart from doing some small tricks to disgust people, his lethality was limited to this. Wen Liang was too lazy to remember such a person, and too lazy to care about him.
Friday, September 19th.
Please forgive me for taking leave!
The reason why it was specially pointed out was that this was the first time he had asked for leave in half a month since the start of school, and he directly set a personal record for the longest time in school since entering high school. It is said that after arriving at school on time for three consecutive days, Liu Zhihe opened a betting market without any moral integrity, betting on the number of consecutive days that Wen Liang would attend classes, and opened betting for five days, ten days, and fifteen days, making a lot of money. This was the first time he opened a market since he lost all his wife's money last time. Liu Zhihe was the kind of person who wanted to show off when he had money. He set up a buffet on the second floor of the cafeteria and invited a group of brothers to have a good meal for three days. When paying the bill, he not only put in all the money he earned, but also had to pay more than three hundred yuan. This guy had no money to pay the bill, and he licked his face to hit Wen Liang. Wen Liang knew that he was opening the bet on himself, so he laughed and scolded him a few times, but still gave him five hundred yuan.
However, Wen Liang did not go home or go out of town this time when he took leave. Instead, he ran to the store behind the school, bought a bottle of purified water and instant noodles, then asked the boss for a small stool and sat in front of the counter, staring at the TV hanging on the wall.
Today, the conference is held!
This day will determine the general trend and direction of domestic politics in the next five or even ten years!
On this day, Wen Liang's gaze was only focused on two people, one was Ning Huchen and the other was Zhuang Maoxun!
Unlike the entire D conference which was broadcast live, this conference will not be broadcast live as per convention. CCTV only reported it indirectly, but the content involved involved many aspects of society and people's livelihood such as politics, economy, culture, etc., so it did not seem to be boring.
Of course, this only applies to Wen Liang. The owner of the convenience store has been staring at him, as if he is trying to figure out what's wrong with this strange student who doesn't go to class but comes to read the news.
Perhaps, at this moment today, Wen Liang is the only high school student in the country who is watching the conference coverage attentively!
At 11 o'clock in the morning, the CCTV host said: "...Okay, now the conference is over, and a press conference will be held soon. Please ask the director to switch the camera to the press conference site..."
Wen Liang also received a call from Ning Xi at this time. She was obviously very busy and hung up after just two simple words, but these two sentences had already told Wen Liang all the information he wanted to know.
Everything is going as expected!
However, in view of the powerful influence of the Zhuang faction, or as a result of compromise among various factions, Zhuang Maoxun has made a step forward in his position, but since he has not entered the game, there is no need to worry too much about it.
After watching the press conference, Wen Liang spent 100 yuan to buy a large bag of beef jerky, ham sausage and purified water, and put them in a plastic bag and brought them to the cafeteria. The students had all finished school, and Liu Zhi, Ren Yi, Zhang Song, Jiang Tao and others gathered together to eat a big pot of rice. When they saw the good things Wen Liang brought, they immediately became red-eyed and rushed over like hungry wolves, snatching everything away in less than a minute.
Wen Liang shouted: "Leave some... Leave some for me!"
But no one paid any attention to him. Everyone opened the bag and ate happily. Ren Yi in particular was smacking his lips and saying it tasted delicious as he ate. It was so delicious, not to mention that he was very annoying.
"Brother Wen, why don't you send some beer? If we only eat meat without drinking, our taste buds won't be stimulated to the fullest extent!"
It was Zhang Song who was speaking. Wen Liang smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a summer. You have become a gourmet. Did someone bite your tongue and make you so picky about food?"
The story between Zhang Song and Ye Meng was well known and they were often the target of ridicule. After hearing what Wen Liang said, everyone understood the meaning and immediately burst into laughter.
"That's right, Brother Song, the start of school this time is indeed different from before. As for what's different, Brother Jiang, you know him best, so what can you say?"
"How would Jiang know? I played with Jiang the entire summer, and Song never even showed up."
"What? You're putting women before friends. Isn't it unreasonable for you not to treat me to dinner tonight?"
"Yes, yes, please have a meal. Please have a meal. Otherwise, go find Ye Meng and ask her what tricks she used to bring disaster to our Brother Song!"
A group of people were talking at once, making Zhang Song blush with laughter. He stammered, "Don't talk nonsense... What are you talking about? Ye Meng and I are innocent. It's not as dirty as you think!"
"Who would believe that? Tell me, did you kiss?"
"No, I promise, even if I kiss Jiang Tao, I will never kiss him..."
"Hurry up, remember this sentence and tell Ye Meng when you see her tomorrow!"
Ignoring the noise of the bandits, Wen Liang sat down next to Liu Zhihe, threw Rambo's key back to him, and said, "Take it!"
Before Liu Zhihe could catch it, Zhang Song snatched it away and said, "Brother Wen, let me drive this time. Tomorrow is Ye Meng's birthday and she is inviting her friends to dinner. I'll drive to show off."
"And you said it's okay..."
"Brother Wen, don't give it to him unless you treat him to a meal!"
Wen Liang was surprised and asked, "Tomorrow is not Sunday, why are you going out?"
Zhang Song made a gesture of climbing over the wall, and Wen Liang had no choice but to let him go. Not everyone is prepared to face the fact that they are entering their senior year of high school. Besides, although getting into college is an obvious way out, it does not necessarily mean success in the future. And failing to get into college and directly entering society does not necessarily mean a path to ruin.
Life is actually a fantastic journey. You will never know until the next moment whether you are on a smooth road or a dead end! (To be continued)