The Joy of Rebirth

Three or four days later, the punishment was finally handed down, and both Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew became celebrities in the school. Through the joint efforts of Jiang Yachun and Teacher Liang, all the students in Class 2.1 were given a warning, and no one received a major demerit. Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew were both honest and kind, but their actions were too heavy-handed and their merits were not worth the effort. They were given warnings.

Ye Bihuang knew that this was the punishment from the school, and he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was not a demerit, there was nothing to worry about. The most a warning could be was to put a note in the portfolio, and wait until a few months or a year later, this note would be will be removed. In fact, warnings are used to intimidate students. As for demerits, it is actually not a big deal. Generally speaking, when students graduate, schools allow students to write their own student status. On the one hand, it is to reduce the burden on teachers. Secondly, it will not write any bad records in the student files, and it will have no impact on the students' future future.

Therefore, except for the punishment of expulsion, Ye Bihuang felt that he could ignore all punishments.

Just two words, don’t be afraid!

As for Yang Ziming's group, they are still lying in the hospital. Except for Yang Ziming, everyone else has been expelled from the school. The reason why Yang Ziming was not expelled is because he has an uncle who is the dean of students. He heard that Director Ma was doing it for his own sake. This nephew often interceded with the principal, so he was sentenced to probation.

However, regardless of whether they are on probation or not, this group of people will not be seen in the short term. They were beaten so badly by the students of Xiongqi's Class 2.1 that they will not be able to stand up in the short term, let alone come to school.

Ye Bihuang has been having a great time these days, as if he has returned to his junior high school days. Wherever he goes, boys and girls will point at him. Most of the boys' eyes are filled with jealousy, envy, and adoration. In the eyes of girls, most of them are filled with admiration and admiration. , a look of liking.

This feeling is very strange. Ye Bihuang does not want to be criticized, but he enjoys the looks of those girls looking at him.

September 10th, Teachers’ Day.

Everyone on earth knows that this holiday is a teacher's holiday, but as a rule, there will be no holiday. Of course, there will be no shortage of benefits. Every time this holiday comes, students will buy gifts for their teachers. A class cadre of Class 1.11 in Senior High School After all, we decided to raise funds to buy gifts for the teachers.

As soon as this proposal came out, everyone was naturally in agreement. Of course, there were voices of opposition. After all, this is a job that requires everyone to pay, and some people are not happy. The main reason is that the students in this class have just put it together. At the same time, we were not familiar with each other, and we didn’t have much relationship with the teacher.

The progress of the activities in the class is stuck in the hands of these people. It doesn't matter whether class leader Liang Chao accepts money or not.

At this embarrassing moment, Ye Bihuang casually took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and put it in Liang Chao's hand.

"It's not easy for students to have pocket money on weekdays. It's better not to take their money. You can use the money to buy something for the teachers. Just express your feelings."

There are a total of sixty people in Class 1.11, and each person raises ten yuan, which is only six hundred.

Ye Bihuang suddenly took out a thousand yuan, which definitely shocked the whole class. Of course, those who didn't want to pay were naturally happy and cheered loudly.

However, in their eyes, Ye Bihuang's behavior was just pretending to be 13. A student, with so much money in his pocket, pretending to be a rich second generation! Pretending to be 13 is not such a way to pretend!

Ye Bihuang naturally doesn't care about their opinions. They are the typical sour grapes. The more you pay attention to such people, the more they will harass you. The best way is to bite you. Don't bite back, otherwise you will end up in the end. I have a hair in my mouth.

Liang Chao looked embarrassed: "Classmate Ye Bihuang, you are also a student. It is not good to spend so much money all at once. Your family will definitely not be willing to do it. You should take it back and I will find a way to raise funds."

Ye Bihuang smiled and said: "It's okay. Actually, I bought some lottery tickets two days ago and won some money. Since there is a need in the class now, I will contribute, so that you are good, I am good, everyone... "

Hearing Ye Bihuang's words, many people curled their lips - pretending to be 13 again, pretending to be 13 when you see it!

However, this 13-pack is stylish and costs thousands of dollars...

Liang Chao said: "This... you didn't discuss winning the lottery with your family?"

Ye Bihuang pushed his hand and walked directly to the audience: "Squad leader, these are all men's, don't worry, we are all students, they all take money from their families, no wonder it's not easy, my money is blown by the strong wind It’s very relaxing to come here, and I’m happy to contribute to the class, right?”

Seeing that Ye Bihuang was so determined, Liang Chao said loudly: "Well, in that case, I will be more respectful than obey your orders. By the way, I would like to thank you on behalf of the whole class!" After hearing this, Ye Bihuang slipped and almost sat on the ground. Liang Chao talks like Grandpa Bi from later generations, and the taste is really the same as the one carved from the same mold as I thank you for eight generations of ancestors.

Liang Chao was very happy with a thousand yuan in his hand. If he had to raise money, it would only be more than 600 yuan. There were so many teachers, and he couldn't buy anything good. Now Ye Bihuang gave a thousand yuan all at once. This person chose a gift. There are so many areas, so you need to think carefully about what gifts you should buy for the teacher.

As soon as Ye Bihuang sat down, Lee Kuan Yew gave him a thumbs up.

Ye Bihuang rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

Lee Kuan Yew said: "Nice 13! Brother Huang, you pretended to be 13 with such magnanimity and silenced the whole class. Not only did you show your identity as a rich second generation, in the future, these girls will not all be like moths to the flame." Like jumping on you?"

Ye Bihuang slapped his hand aside: "You're a bastard! What a rich second generation. My family is very clean. Why don't you realize that my family is still living in a shantytown?" As he spoke, Ye Bihuang remembered that his family We should make preparations in the past few days. It's time to move. We also need to make preparations for the supermarket. We will be in a hurry when the time comes.

Lee Kuan Yew chuckled, with an ambiguous expression on his face: "Just you? Brother Huang, I'm not telling you, the fleet we sail is too big, be careful of collisions, Shana, Lan Muxi, Su Wen, Xiao Qiuruo... .Damn it, you are so awesome, everything you go is a mess, there is not a school belle that you can’t get rid of..."

Ye Bihuang grinned and said to Lee Kuan Yew: "Turn your head and I will whisper to you. There are more."

Lee Kuan Yew saw Ye Bihuang looking mysterious and turned his head.

Ye Bihuang laughed happily: "I also booked Anbi, the beauty of our school...you know!"

When Lee Kuan Yew heard the news, he trembled all over. The desk behind him was bumped by him. The boy in the back seat suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Lee Kuan Yew, you don't want people to do homework anymore. My notebook was scratched by you." It’s a rotten page!”

Lee Kuan Yew was not an unreasonable person, so he apologized quickly. Seeing that Lee Kuan Yew was so amiable, the man was not angry either, and just told him to be more careful in the future.

"Wow! Brother Huang, aren't you? You are really planning to sweep across the campus. At least you can leave some soup for me... Strong people like you are always a blessing to everyone. I'm sorry for my little brother. No girl likes me at all, oh oh oh oh."

Ye Bihuang chuckled and said: "You guy, didn't you say that football is your wife...Why, are you feeling springy now?"

"Damn it, hurry up and introduce me to me!" Lee Kuan Yew said with a salivating expression on his face.

Seeing that his saliva was almost dripping, Ye Bihuang quickly pushed his head away and said, "Don't ask me, everyone around me is my food. Go find Zhang Fenghui, that one is quite suitable for you."

"Damn, that fat girl...isn't it?" Lee Kuan Yew said with a collapsed look on his face.

............

In the following time, Lee Kuan Yew always had a bitter look on his face. He was obviously dissatisfied with the fact that his elder brother, Ye Bihuang, did not take care of him. However, he had to rely on himself for this matter. Even if Ye Bihuang had the will, he was powerless and it still had to depend on his own destiny.

After class, Lee Kuan Yew went out to pee and came back with a cheerful expression on his face again.

"I'll go...this guy is really a naive and optimist, I'm worrying for nothing." Now Ye Bihuang was depressed.

At this time, all the class cadres in the class gathered together to discuss what gifts to buy for the teachers of each subject. Ye Bihuang was not willing to get involved. It was only a thousand yuan. With so many teachers, what could they buy? Even if it was just bought back. , is not a good thing, and there is no need to discuss it at all.

Let the so-called class cadres and leaders go about their work, while I take a nap first.

Ye Bihuang was lying on the table, getting ready to sleep, when Lee Kuan Yew tapped him on the shoulder.

"Brother Huang, Teacher's Day is coming soon. The class leaders are trying to find ways to give gifts to the teachers. I also have a good idea to give the teachers a unique gift. Do you want to participate together?"

Looking at Lee Kuan Yew's wretched appearance, Ye Bihuang wanted to see what ideas this guy was going to come up with and what original gifts he was going to give the teacher.

Lee Kuan Yew said: "I called two classmates, a total of four people, and we used our mobile phones to send text messages to the teacher, Happy Holidays. The four of us split up the four words. The teacher will definitely be very happy when he sees these four text messages in order. of."

Ye Bihuang touched his nose: "Is this what you call a novel method? It's too cliché."

Lee Kuan Yew shook his head and said: "It's not cliché, it's not cliché. I guarantee that our teacher Jiang has never received such a gift. Let's do this. I will temporarily recruit two people to form a group of four with us."

Ye Bihuang didn't stop him, but Lee Kuan Yew had already put his hands on the shoulders of the two girls: "Song Ling, Zhang Mengmeng..." Lee Kuan Yew told the two of them his thoughts, and their eyes lit up. , nodded in agreement.

Ye Bihuang saw that the matter had reached this point and could not be undone, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Lee Kuan Yew said: "Let's do this, if I happen, Brother Huang will pronounce the second word, Song Ling will say the third, Zhang Mengmeng will say the fourth..."

Ye Bihuang thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he said: "Then let's send text messages in order. Remember, in order."

Lee Kuan Yew took out his mobile phone and sent a text message. A ding-dong sound sounded. He also showed his mobile phone to everyone to prove that the text message had been sent successfully.

Ye Bihuang quickly typed the word "日" on his phone and sent it to Jiang Yachun.

Then there are Song Ling and Zhang Mengmeng.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me." After saying that, Ye Bihuang lay on the table and said nothing and didn't want to get up.

But he didn't see the strange and unpredictable expressions of Song Ling, Zhang Mengmeng and Lee Kuan Yew.

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