Rebirth and daily cultivation

The evening study session was over.

To celebrate Guo Kunnan winning the invitation, Hu Jun took the initiative to treat his brothers to a barbecue outside.

The brothers knew that he had made a fortune, and none of them refused. Meng Gui, with 10 cm hair, approached them and said generously:

"Since Jun invited you to eat barbecue, then I, Guizi, invite you to watch a movie at my house tonight. It just so happens that new resources have been recently released."

He took out the card reader and showed: "It has been downloaded. Watch it on my big TV!"

Cui Yu was the first to respond. Guo Kunnan was a little embarrassed at first, but he couldn't stand the two people's enthusiastic invitation, so he finally agreed.

In this way, several people left the classroom together.

Duan Shigang saw their brothers and their lively appearance, and couldn't help but recall the past iron middle school.

After many years of fighting, he was once the king, but later he said forget it.

The group of brothers at the beginning has disappeared.

Now looking back, what has he gained?

Duan Shigang felt a sense of vicissitudes in his heart, and now he understands what is the most important thing.

It's that group of brothers!

Duan Shigang retracted his gaze from Cui Yu's group of people. He looked at Zhang Chi and patted his shoulder:

"Chizi, barbecue tonight, I'll treat you!"

Zhang Chi was regretting. He was stimulated by Jiang Ning's winning the prize at that time. In an impulse, he tore up the white paper. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Mu Changqing's lifetime exchange voucher!

He hated it!

If Duan Shigang, his deskmate, could remind him at that time, would he not be so impulsive?

'Damn it, it's all Duan Shigang's fault! '

Zhang Chi wanted to scold him severely, but the other party actually treated himself to barbecue. Which high school student could refuse such temptation?

"Brother Gang is so nice!" Zhang Chi smiled at him.

Duan Shigang put his arm around his shoulder: "Come on, I'll introduce a few brothers to you."

The two left arm in arm.

When they left, there were only a few students left in the classroom.

Chai Wei looked around, only Chen Qian was concentrating on reading, Zhao Qianqian was studying nail art...

He saw Cui Yu and the others walking together just now, but Chai Wei didn't care. After all, high school classmates were just passers-by, and his future goal was to go to a prestigious university!

These people were not worthy of being companions for a lonely chess player like him.

But deep down, he was still a little unhappy. Chai Wei got up from his seat and walked to the northeast corner of the classroom to clean up.

There was a trash can that was a bit in the way, so he kicked it away.

The movement here did not attract the attention of Chen Qian and the others at all.

Chai Wei pulled out a broom and suddenly found something wrong with his feet. He looked down and saw that it was a red banknote and a fifty-yuan note.

Chai Wei's heart fluttered and he looked outside the classroom. No one was paying attention.

He lowered his head and picked it up silently.

One hundred and fifty yuan!

Who wouldn't be happy to make a fortune out of thin air?

As for who dropped the money? Chai Wei didn't think so much. Anyway, he had no friends in Class 8, so he didn't have to worry about accidental injuries.

The little bit of unhappiness in my heart was cured by 150 yuan.

‘Let’s spend a lot tonight! ’ Chai Wei thought viciously.

…

Dark night, outside the school.

Because Xue Yuantong came out late, it took a while.

She clamored to eat fried starch sausage, and she also wanted to eat the starch sausage fried by the machine that specializes in frying golden crispy sausage.

Jiang Ning: “There are so many things.”

Xue Yuantong held a bowl of warm taro syrup: “Help me find it, I’ll treat you.”

“Okay.” Anyway, it was a very easy thing for Jiang Ning.

He urged his consciousness, like water ripples, to extend to the snack street in front. Within the range, all the information of all the shops and snack stalls was fed back into his brain.

“Come with me.” Jiang Ning rode the battery car, controlling the speed, and Xue Yuantong followed behind with the syrup.

Soon, they came to an aunt’s stall, “Boss, how much is this one?”

“One dollar and fifty cents.” The aunt said.

“Two.” Xue Yuantong paid three coins.

It's not expensive. Ten years later, this kind of fried sausage in Yuzhou costs three yuan for a single sausage and five yuan for two.

The aunt turned up the heat of the sausage fryer, and then poured some oil on the distinct starch sausages. Because of the high temperature, a slight sizzling sound was made.

It was time for school to end. One or two thousand students came out of the campus together, making the night noisy and the snack street bustling.

The aunt wore an old apron and skillfully turned the starch sausages with both hands to ensure that they could be evenly heated and fried to the best taste.

On the sausage fryer, the starch sausages became golden and attractive under the boiling oil.

Xue Yuantong took advantage of the night and swallowed his saliva quietly, staring at the starch sausages.

After a while, other students came around and shouted: "Boss, give me three!"

Some reckless students pushed and squeezed. If Xue Yuantong was here, he would probably be pushed aside quickly.

But she stood next to Jiang Ning. For some reason, those students didn't get too close. They all honestly surrounded her.

When the starch sausage was fried, the aunt scooped up cumin powder with a spoon: "Do you want chili?"

"Yes!"

The aunt sprinkled a layer of cumin powder, and then a layer of chili powder, and Jiang Ning reached out to take it.

Leaving the crowd, Jiang Ning gave the fried golden starch sausage to Xue Yuantong: "Be careful of the heat."

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of heat!" Xue Yuantong took a cautious bite. The outside was fried crispy, hot and spicy, and the combination of the two made her breath.

She found a roadside with few people and enjoyed the starch sausage.

"Brother, we meet again!" A slightly delicate voice sounded.

Xue Yuantong looked to the side and saw that he was a familiar person.

Shang Wanqing held a piece of starch sausage and looked at it with a smile.

Obviously we are all students, but her expression is different from ordinary girls, exuding a touching charm, like a flower swaying in the breeze.

"Good evening." Jiang Ning glanced at her and then looked at Wu Yunzhi beside her.

Wu Yunzhi looked stern, his eyes were indifferent, and he had no intention of saying hello at all.

Seeing Jiang Ning with only a little kid next to him this time, he felt a sense of pride in his heart. What did the other party compare to him?

Therefore, Wu Yunzhi felt that he had won.

And this time, Wu Yunzhi won the invitation letter from Changqingye. He is handsome, talented, and lucky. Who else can compare with him?

Wu Yunzhi even thinks that the younger generation can no longer compare with him, and his eyes have turned to the older generation.

Thinking of this, he felt invincible. He raised the starch sausage in his hand and took a bite proudly.

The next second, his handsome face was deformed, and his features were twisted together, "Grass! Grass! Grass!"

It was so hot that his tongue burned. He quickly lowered his head and spit it out, then opened the ice Coke and drank it down to relieve the burning sensation in his mouth.

Shang Wanqing was startled: "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Ning glanced at him and withdrew the fire method: "I told you to show off." ’

Wu Yunzhi had no time to answer Shang Wanqing. He took several sips of Coke and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tongtong, eat slowly." Jiang Ning reminded.

Having learned from the past, Xue Yuantong quickly nodded his head.

Wu Yunzhi was embarrassed for a while, feeling that he had lost face in front of Sister Shang, and his pride could no longer be maintained.

In order to divert the embarrassment just now, Wu Yunzhi found a topic: "Your class is very lucky. There are two lottery tickets, and our class only has one."

Hearing this, Shang Wanqing's mouth curved slightly, forming a sad arc, like a withering flower, which made people feel distressed: "Our class is lucky, but I am not lucky."

"But, it doesn't matter." The corners of her mouth raised again, and she raised her head and looked at Wu Yunzhi happily, "My brother can win the invitation, and I am happy for him."

Wu Yunzhi was satisfied: "Haha, I'm pretty lucky."

Having said this, he looked at Jiang Ning from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Ning said: "It's really difficult to smoke, one-tenth of the chance of luck."

Seeing him answer, Wu Yunzhi said calmly: "Fortunately, I hit it with just a draw."

Xue Yuantong: "What a good luck."

After Wu Yunzhi was praised, in order to show his gentlemanly demeanor in front of Shang Wanqing, he looked at the short little girl in front of him and educated him:

"You can't force luck to happen. If you don't have it, you won't have it. It's destined by God."

"But..." He paused for a moment: "I think you can try to improve your studies. After all, the first grader also sends an invitation letter."

After saying these words, Wu Yunzhi himself found it unbelievable. What kind of person is the number one in the grade?

There is only one person in a grade. If you work hard, you can become the first in the grade. It is too funny.

There was nothing he could do, anyway, Wu Yunzhi could stand and talk without pain in his back, so he could just encourage him.

The result, the next moment.

Jiang Ning showed a piece of black cardboard and was surprised: "Hey, how do you know she is number one in grade?"

When Wu Yunzhi saw this card, he was immediately embarrassed.

…

not far away.

Li Shi and Fang Qiuyue came together, "Shishi, I'm afraid you don't have to come to school on Sunday? I heard that Changqingye's event will be held for two days."

"Let's see then." Li Shi said calmly.

Fang Qiuyue's pretty face was filled with envy: "There are only two places in our class, but one of them was chosen by the one who was least in need of money."

Li Shi said: "Don't think too highly of Qi Tianheng. He is not short of money, but if the press conference of Evergreen Liquid is not through the school's channels, he probably won't be qualified."

Fang Qiuyue: "Ah? His family is so powerful. I see that he invites people to deliver meals every day, and even has a special car to pick him up."

"It doesn't mean you have the strength."

No matter how powerful it is, can Changqing Liquid be powerful?

Li Shi's level of contact is much higher than that of ordinary students, and he knows more inside information.

She was chatting with Fang Qiuyue, and suddenly, when passing by the roadside, she saw Jiang Ning eating grilled sausage.

Li Shi suddenly recalled the scene that day on the east balcony on the second floor. She wanted to show off, but was slapped in the face by Jiang Ning.

Her face immediately turned ugly. That night, Jiang Ning's hateful face even appeared in her dream, and she woke up with anger.

Li Shi has never suffered so many setbacks among her peers!

"Hey, where are you eating?" Li Shi asked.

Her words broke the awkward atmosphere here.

Jiang Ning: "Yeah."

Seeing his calm look, Li Shi became angry.

As we all know, women are emotional and can easily lose their minds when angry.

She glanced at the starch sausage and said: "This grilled sausage looks a bit familiar. My mother bought a box last time and wanted to feed it to my dog, but the dog didn't eat it."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Yunzhi's expression changed.

Has he been affected?

If it were a boy who said this, Wu Yunzhi would definitely offend him. But Wu Yunzhi was severely burned by the fried intestines just now, and he really hates food in his heart. Moreover, what he just vomited does not count as eating.

Before Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong responded.

Shang Wanqing, who was standing next to her, smiled after hearing this, and handed the starch sausage in her hand to Li Shi.

She had high makeup skills, and her eyelashes were carefully made up, thick and curled, gently fluttering like a fan, highlighting the charm in her eyes, flashing: "Sister, do you want to eat?"

Li Shi waved her hand to refuse.

Shang Wanqing was like an innocent white lotus, smiling so innocently:

"Hehe, it turns out that even dogs won't eat it."

...

Fang Qiuyue apologized to everyone.

She told everyone sincerely that Li Shi had seen someone eat too much fried sausage and got cancer, so she had a stress reaction, so she was so excited, and hoped that everyone could understand.

Then she quickly took Li Shi away.

After walking a little further, Fang Qiuyue said, "Miss, can you please stop doing this!"

Li Shi regained some calmness and regretted, "I was just excited just now."

"No, if you get excited, I will go and apologize to them!" Fang Qiuyue's delicate face showed a little helplessness.

She got along with Li Shi, and she was very nice most of the time, well-educated and well-mannered, but sometimes, she just couldn't control her inner pride.

Li Shi felt a little guilty, and she apologized, "Hey, sorry, let me treat you to a meal."

At this time, they had walked through a street in front of the school gate and were about to cross the intersection. There were also several snack stalls a little further away.

Although Li Shi cursed starch sausage, this kind of food was indeed delicious. There happened to be a middle-aged uncle selling grilled gluten and grilled sausages.

Li Shi asked for two skewers of grilled starch sausages, and after waiting for several minutes, they were finally grilled.

Before wrapping it with a paper towel, she pinched it in her hand, and the fragrance was fragrant and mouth-watering.

Li Shi couldn't wait to taste it. It was full of spices and tasted particularly good.

She praised: "Boss, although your grilled sausage made me wait a little longer, it tastes very good!"

The middle-aged uncle said happily: "That's right, I have to make it taste good!"

Seeing the uncle's optimistic look, Li Shi ate and talked

She was born in a merchant family. She was influenced by her surroundings and had a certain understanding of doing business. She suggested: "Your grilled sausage tastes better than the one made at the school gate. Why don't you set up a stall there? The business will definitely be better than it is now."

The middle-aged uncle immediately shook his head: "No, no!"

Li Shi was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged uncle was very honest: "No, no, it's not hygienic. The Fourth Middle School is strictly checking and can't sell it!"

Li Shi's confident eyes were full of disbelief. She opened her mouth slightly: 'Then you sell it to me? '