The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

Chapter 9

Early the next morning, Lu Rong called Fang Qing once after cooking breakfast, but Fang Qing stayed in the bed and refused to get up. Lu Rong set up an alarm clock to remind her that Jitong was coming today, and then left a note in the kitchen, telling her that the oatmeal was in the pot and the poached eggs were in the electric baking pan, and then he went out with his schoolbag on his back.

Lao Wang stood smoking at his door.

Lu Rong took off his cigarette **** and threw it on the ground, squeezing it: “Please don’t smoke in front of minors.” Then he picked up the cigarette **** and inserted it back into his hand, “Please don’t throw **** in front of my house.”

Lao Wang: “Why do you have to say everything?!” He glanced at his house.

Lu Rong turned around and locked him, blocking his vision, and Gu Zi went downstairs.

Lao Wang followed him all the way, looking at the news alertly: “Someone came to your house yesterday? Is there really something wrong with your mother?”

Lu Rong looked at his watch and chanted in a slow voice like the narration of “China on the Tip of the Tongue”: “At this time of the day, Chen Yulian has already started a day of work. It is at the peak of school, a student of Chengnan Middle School. They came to the school one after another. They used to buy a pork rice ball wrapped in tenderloin, grilled sausage, pork floss, and bone-and-flesh from her stall. They were smeared with hoisin sauce and served with hot, sweet honey. The bags of soy milk served as their breakfast. Chen Yulian used her hands to soothe the empty five internal organs temple of more than 3,000 students in Chengnan Middle School, and also brought endless wealth to her small family.”

Pharaoh: “…”

Lu Rong: “But what everyone doesn’t know is that the busyness in front of you is far from all Chen Yulian’s work. In order to prepare the raw materials, she will get up at three in the morning, buy goods from the farmers market, and steam the glutinous rice in a big wooden bucket. , Pulling the trolley to deliver the coal stove and wooden barrels to the entrance of the school. She has passed eleven years unimpeded in such days.”

Pharaoh: “…”

Lu Rong walked through the corridor full of debris and took the key to open the door lock of the attached room. Although the small room of two or three square meters was also full of debris, it was neatly stored. Close to the right wall, leaving a one-meter-wide gap, just enough to stop his Lady Giant bicycle and Fang Qing’s bright red cool mountain bike.

Lu Rong pushed Ms. Jiante’s bicycle out, his face turned without heartbeat, and he lifted it over his head, carefully guarding the bicycle 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 stretched his legs, and he mounted his mount freely, and he was about to walk away with a kick.

Lao Wang quickly grabbed the back seat of his car: “There is a reason why I didn’t work well. Didn’t I have an emotional crisis? I saw it last night. You were with a man. Go downstairs, just Bentley.”

Lu Rong said, “It was 7:30 in the evening.”

Pharaoh had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Lu Rong opened his mouth, and again the slow voice of the narration of “China on the Bite of the Tongue”: “At half past seven in the evening, the night in city s is already dark. The bright lights are shining on the windows of thousands of households. There was a fascinating smoke. People were enjoying the moment of sitting down with their families after a busy day of work. At this time, Chen Yulian was still standing in the dark, with a small coal stove in front of her. On Wednesday night, two classes of students Sitting in a warm classroom, listening to the truth of mathematics and biology, this is a top-notch Mathematical Olympiad class, and the class is delayed by one hour. Chen Yulian intends to wait. She knows that in an hour, there will be another small peak of school. And there are no other businesses around her…”

Lao Wang: “…Fuck, I know! I know! Can’t I cook skewers well in the future?! As for?! The whole family hates the poor and loves the rich!”

Fang Qing’s relationship with Bentley hurt his self-esteem deeply.

Lu Rong said twice: “Not only is he too poor and loves the rich, but he is also too lazy to love diligence, dirty and clean, arrogant, ugly, handsome, bald, and having hair. This is human nature.”

Lao Wang depressedly wanted to take out his cigarette again, but Lu Rong’s eyes were crossed and he hurriedly covered the cigarette case. He walked with Lu Rong in frustration, then looked up hopefully: “So your mother is really done? No? Your mother and Bentley, where and where?”

Lu Rong said majesticly: “This is love.”

Pharaoh is wilting.

Lu Rong patted him on the shoulder: “There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the end of the world. I think there are so many Lin Chiling posters on your bed, it’s not my mother. As long as you learn from Chen Yulian, the wife will always get it.”

Pharaoh: “…”

Lu Rong: “I will miss you the last few days, so I will give you a few days off. New products will be launched in two days, and you will make money. You are such an adult, what kind of love will you talk about.”

Lao Wang drooped his eyebrows, put his trouser pockets in and stopped, letting Lu Rong walk into the gate of Chengnan High School. He observed the Chen Yulian in situ and found that the middle-aged women’s skewers were really exciting, and their minds flashed through Chen Yulian who was standing in the dark, Chen Yulian who stocked up in the early morning, Chen Yulian who was a millionaire, and Chen Yulian who was wearing a three-point style in the Maldives…

Chen Yulian stuck her waist in her waist and let out a full roar: “What are you looking at?!”

Lao Wang was so frightened that he didn’t dare to think about it again, and he didn’t dare to watch it anymore, 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, Lu Rong and Li Nan said: “I have something to go out later, and the class will not be over. The teacher asks you to help me block it.”

Li Nan didn’t do this kind of thing less, and said “no problem”: “Where are you going?”

“Go to the cafeteria.”

“Why are you going there?” Li Nanbian’s machismo is quite heavy, and his language is not passing the test. The gentleman Yuanzhuo’s words are firmly in his heart.

Lu Rong answered the wrong question: “Yesterday, Lao Yan and I lined up for a long time and we didn’t get the small fish cake.”

Li Nanbian was filled with righteous indignation: “Is there anything like this?!”

Lu Rong showed how Ji Wenfeng and the instructor jumped in the line, and how the person in front bought four without shame.

Li Nan snorted: “Why are you so wicked?”

Lu Rong didn’t have the big mood swings that occurred at the time of the incident. His expression at this time was a bit excited: “There is a market for this thing.”

Li Nanbian had been with Lu Rong for so long, when Lu Rong said, he vaguely thought, “Why, buy and sell?”

All he can think of is to be a scalper and buy and sell small fish cakes like train tickets during the Spring Festival.

Lu Rong glanced at him. Li Nan showed a rare embarrassment and scratched his head: “If I were there that day, I would cost 10 yuan each. Ask the person in front of you if he bought it and see if he can’t get it out!”

“10 yuan a piece, I don’t even want it.” Lu Rong said.

Li Nan held his arm: “I’ll buy it for you!”

Lu Rong: “…”

Li Nan entangled Lu Rong and asked him what to do with this little fish cake. Lu Rong said nonchalantly, “You’ll know when the time comes-what’s going on?”

Next to their Class 8 is the stairs of No. 2 Teaching Building. It was particularly easy to get down. At this time, they were already standing at the exercise site. The No. 1 teaching building opposite is crowded, especially congested. The people who have clearly walked to the open space are not busy in line, standing at the top of the stairs bustling, more lively than the Caishikou, as if waiting to see something good.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Rong asked.

Li Nan raised his eyebrows: “Just the music fountain.”

Lu Rong: “What?”

Li Nanbian reacted, oh, smiled and explained to him: “Just the second generation ancestor you just mentioned, he moved to Class 1. Didn’t the music fountain open on the day he came? We will call him privately. ‘music fountain’.”

Lu Rong: “…”

Lu Rong looked at the crowd in front of him: “As for?”

Li Nanbian said, “That’s not the case. I heard that he became the class monitor as soon as he came yesterday.”

The knitting in Class 1 is very special. To describe it in one sentence, it’s called “nothing is rich or expensive”. It is not impossible to go to a key middle school like Chengnan, relying on power and money. Of course, it is much more expensive than ordinary middle schools. People who can sit in the classroom of Class 1 by relationship, even in the entire s city, can be regarded as decent.

In order to ensure the average score and enrollment rate of class 1, the school also selected the top students in class 1 to be accompanied by the prince. Liang Wendao was in class 1, which caused the students in class 1 to be difficult or rich. , Or have the power, or be a genius.

The composition of the students is so complicated that it is difficult to choose the monitor. It has been half a year since the first class has been enrolled, and the monitor can’t decide.

As a result, the second generation ancestor, who donated 100 million in anger, landed in the academy yesterday. On Wednesday afternoon, there happened to be a class meeting. The class teacher of Class 1 announced in a thief that at this time of class celebration, whether to choose another class leader to replace the original temporary class committee.

Class teacher: “As before, nominate first, then vote.”

Liang Wen said: “I nominate myself!”

Zhao Yiheng: “Zhao Yiheng.”

Classmate a: “I nominate classmate Ji Wenfeng!”

Classmate b: “I nominate Ji Wenfeng!”

Classmate c: “Ji Wenfeng!”

…

Lu Rong heard a tusk here.

Li Nanbian: “Comrades in Class 1 are not very good! Basically they are inverted. And you wait until I finish. Later, when they are elected, the inverted posting is even stronger!”

…

After the nomination is over, the head teacher invites the candidates to speak on stage. Other students, whether they are self-recommended or voted on, should say something like “will serve the students well” regardless of whether they are true or false. Liang Wendao even used a bloody-sounding, sudden death idiom like “liver brain smearing the ground”.

However, as soon as Ji Wenfeng went up, he gave a speech. The main idea was: I don’t want to be.

Lu Rong: “…crazy.”

Li Nanbian: “What’s even more serious is that he voted the most.”

Lu Rong: “Why are the students in Class 1 so stubborn?”

As if to answer his question, as soon as the voice fell, there was a scream from 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, expressionless, but his facial features perfectly interpreted the words “exquisite without casting”. The ugly school uniform is worn on his standard nine heads. It can be sold as a trendy item on Taobao. The price is 2599, and the monthly sales exceed 1,000.

Li Nan quietly said in Lu Rong’s ear, “Because he is handsome.”

Lu Rong shook his head, distressed that his classmates were so unsure: “The women voted for him, how about the men?”

Li Nanbian: “Don’t you see that there are many men in the crowd?”

Lu Rong: “Gay in gay.”