Early the next morning, Lu Rong called Fang Qing once after finishing breakfast, but Fang Qing stayed in bed and refused to get up. Lu Rong set the alarm clock to remind her that Jitong was coming today, and then left a note in the kitchen, telling her that the oatmeal porridge was in the pot and the poached eggs were in the electric baking pan, and then she went out with her schoolbag on her back.
Lao Wang stood at the door of his house smoking a cigarette.
Lu Rong took off his cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and rubbed it: "Please don't smoke in front of minors." Then he picked up the cigarette butt and put it back in his hand, "Please don't litter at my door."
Old Wang: "Why did you say everything?!" He said and glanced at his house.
Lu Rong turned around and locked the lock, blocking his view, and went downstairs by himself.
Lao Wang followed him all the way, inquiring about the news with a vigilant expression: "Did someone come to your house yesterday? Is there something wrong with your mother?"
Lu Rong looked at his watch and recited in a slow voice like the narration of "A Bite of China": "At this time of the day, Chen Yulian has already started a day's work. It is the rush hour for school, and the students of Chengnan Middle School They came to the gate of the school one after another. They used to buy a rice ball wrapped in tenderloin, grilled sausage, meat floss, and bone-meat at her stall, and smeared it full of seafood sauce. Soybean milk in bags, served as their breakfast. Chen Yulian used her hands to soothe the empty Wuzang Temple of more than 3,000 students in Chengnan Middle School, and also brought a steady stream of wealth to her small family."
Old Wang: "..."
Lu Rong: "However, what everyone doesn't know is that the busyness in front of me is far from the whole work of Chen Yulian. In order to prepare raw materials, she has to get up at three o'clock in the morning, buy goods from the farmers' market, and then steam the glutinous rice in a big wooden barrel , pulling a cart to deliver the coal stove and wooden barrels to the school gate. She has lived through rain or shine for eleven years like this."
Old Wang: "..."
Lu Rong waded through the corridor full of sundries, and took the key to unlock the door of the ancillary room. Although the small room of two or three square meters was also full of sundries, it was stored in an orderly manner. Near the right wall, there is a one-meter-wide gap, which is just enough to park his Giant lady bicycle and Fang Qing's bright red cool mountain bike.
Lu Rong pushed Ms. Giant's bicycle out, picked it up without changing face and heartbeat, raised it above his head, and carefully protected the bicycle as he waded through the corridor with nowhere to go. When he put down the bicycle, the rubber tires bounced vigorously on the concrete floor, and Lu Rong straddled his long legs, and rode on his mount smartly, and was about to leave with one kick.
Lao Wang hurriedly grabbed the back seat of his car: "There is a reason why I don't work hard, haven't I encountered an emotional crisis?! I saw it last night, you are accompanied by a man Downstairs, that's the Bentley."
Lu Rong hummed: "It was seven thirty in the evening."
Lao Wang had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, Lu Rong opened his mouth, and there was the slow voice of the narrator of "A Bite of China" again: "At 7:30 in the evening, the night in City S is completely dark. The lights are just on, and the windows of thousands of households are shining. Attractive oil fumes wafted out. People enjoyed the moment of sitting down with their families after a busy day at work. At this time, Chen Yulian was still standing in the dark, with a small coal stove in front of her eyes. On Wednesday night, students from two classes Sitting in a warm classroom, listening to the truths of mathematics and biology, this is a top-notch Olympiad class, and the end of class is delayed by an hour. Chen Yulian plans to wait. She knows that an hour later, there will be another wave of small peak after school, And there are no other merchants around her..."
Old Wang: "... Fuck, I got it! I got it! Can't I cook skewers in the future?! As for?! The whole family hates the poor and loves the rich so much!"
The fact that Fang Qing fell in love with Bentley deeply hurt his self-esteem.
Lu Rong heheed twice: "Not only do you dislike the poor and love the rich, but you also dislike the lazy and the diligent, the dirty and clean, the proud and modest, the ugly and handsome, and the bald and hairy. This is human nature."
Depressed, Lao Wang wanted to take out his cigarette again, but Lu Rong rolled his eyes and quickly covered the cigarette case. He followed Lu Rong for a while in frustration, and then raised his head hopefully: "So your mother's matter is real? No way? Your mother and Bentley, where is this?"
Lu Rong said solemnly: "This is love."
Pharaoh wilted.
Lu Rong patted him on the shoulder: "Where is the end of the world, there is no grass. I see so many posters of Lin Chiling pasted on your bed, it's not because of my mother. As long as you learn from Chen Yulian, you will always get a daughter-in-law."
Old Wang: "..."
Lu Rong: "I've been missing you for the past few days, so I'll give you a few days off. After two days, I'll launch new products and make money. You're such an adult, why are you in love?"
Lao Wang drooped his eyebrows, stopped in his trouser pockets, and let Lu Rong walk into the gate of Chengnan High School. He observed Chen Yulian on the spot, and found that the middle-aged woman was really exciting when grilling skewers. In his mind, Chen Yulian who stood firm in the dark, Chen Yulian who was stocking up in the early morning, Chen Yulian who made millions a year, and Chen Yulian who wore a three-point style in the Maldives...
Chen Yulian put her waist on her back, and roared out of anger: "What are you looking at?!"
Lao Wang was too frightened to think about it or look at it any more, so he quickly slipped away. He won't go to work today, anyway, Lu Rong said, give him a few days off.
After two classes, when it was time to go out for exercises, Lu Rong told Li Nan, "I have something to do later, so I won't be in class. If the teacher asks, help me block it."
Li Nanbian did this kind of thing a lot, and said "no problem": "Where are you going?"
"Go to the cafeteria."
"Why do you go there?" Li Nanbian was quite machismo, and failed in Chinese. The words that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen are firmly in his mind.
Lu Rong didn't answer the question: "Yesterday, Lao Yan and I lined up for a long time and didn't get any small fish cakes."
Li Nanbian was filled with righteous indignation: "Is there such a thing?!"
Lu Rong told how Ji Wenfeng jumped in line with the teaching director, and how the person in front bought four shamelessly.
Li Nanbian said, "Why are you so wicked?"
Lu Rong didn't have the big mood swings when the incident happened. He looked a little excited at this time: "There is a market for this stuff."
Li Nanbian has followed Lu Rong for so long, and when Lu Rong said it, he had a vague idea: "Why, buying and selling?"
All he could think of was to be a scalper, buying and selling small fish cakes like train tickets during the Spring Festival.
Lu Rong glanced at him, and Li Nanbian showed a rare embarrassment and scratched his head: "If I was there that day, I would pay 10 yuan each, and ask the person in front of you to buy it, and see if he can get out!"
"I don't even want 10 yuan each." Lu Rong said.
Li Nan held his arm: "I'll buy it for you!"
Lu Rong: "..."
Li Nanbian pestered Lu Rong and asked him what happened to the little fish cake, Lu Rong said carelessly: "You will know when the time comes—what happened in front?"
Next to their class 8 is the stairs of the No. 2 teaching building, and it is very easy to get down. At this time, they are already standing at the place where they are doing exercises. The No. 1 teaching building opposite is crowded with people, especially congested. The people who had already walked to the open space were not in a hurry to line up. They were bustling at the stairs, busier than Caishikou, as if they were waiting to see some good show.
"What's wrong?" Lu Rong asked.
Li Nan raised his eyebrows: "That's the musical fountain."
Lu Rong: "What?"
Li Nanbian came to his senses, oh, and explained to him with a smile: "The second generation ancestor you mentioned just now has been transferred to Class 1. Didn't the music fountain be turned on the day he came? We call him privately." 'music fountain'."
Lu Rong: "..."
Lu Rong looked at the crowd in front of him: "As for?"
Li Nan said: "That's not true. I heard that he became the monitor as soon as he came yesterday."
Class 1's weaving is very special, and it can be described in one sentence as "rich or expensive". Key middle schools like Chengnan rely on power and money, so it's not impossible to get into them. Of course, they are much more expensive than ordinary middle schools. A person who can sit in Class 1 classroom by virtue of his relationship, even in the entire city of S, can be regarded as a respectable person.
In order to ensure the average score and admission rate of class 1, the school also draws the top students in the school to class 1 to accompany the prince. , either has power, or is a genius.
With such a complex composition of students, it is difficult to choose a class leader. Class 1 has been enrolled for half a year, and the class leader is still unable to make a decision.
As a result, yesterday, the Second Generation Ancestor, who donated 100 million angrily, airborne the Academy. There happened to be a holiday class meeting on Wednesday afternoon, and the head teacher of class 1 announced in a nonchalant manner, at this moment of class celebration, whether to choose another class leader to replace the original temporary class committee.
Class teacher: "Same as before, nominate first, then vote."
Liang Wendao: "I nominate myself!"
Zhao Yiheng: "Zhao Yiheng."
Classmate a: "I nominate classmate Ji Wenfeng!"
Classmate b: "I nominate Ji Wenfeng!"
Classmate c: "Ji Wenfeng!"
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Lu Rong clicked his tongue when he heard this.
Li Nanbian: "Comrades from class 1 are not good! Basically, they are rebellious. And wait for me to finish, they will be even more powerful when they are elected later!"
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After the nominations are over, the head teacher invites the candidates to speak on stage. Other students, whether they are self-recommended or voted in, no matter they are sincere or not, they have to say a few words such as "I will serve the students well". Liang Wendao even used an idiom that sounds like bloody and sudden death.
However, Ji Wenfeng gave a speech as soon as he went up, the main idea was: I don't want to be.
Lu Rong: "...crazy."
Li Nanbian: "What's more, he voted the most."
Lu Rong: "Why are the members of Class 1 so spineless?"
As if to answer his question, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of screaming at the stairs of the first teaching building not far away.
Ji Wenfeng appeared at the corner of the stairs with his trouser pockets in his pockets. His face was expressionless, but his facial features perfectly interpreted the words "exquisite and flawless". The ugly school uniform that everyone hates is worn on his standard nine heads, and it can be sold as a trendy item on Taobao. The price is 2599, and the monthly sales exceed 1,000.
Li Nanbian whispered in Lu Rong's ear, "Because he's handsome."
Lu Rong shook his head, saddened by the lack of concentration of his classmates: "All the women voted for him, but what about the men?"
Li Nanbian: "Didn't you see that there are many men in the crowd?"
Lu Rong: "Gay is gay."