Chapter 200 Only a chicken knows how good his foundation is

Chapter 200 Only a chicken knows how good his foundation is

Chen Yunyun was extremely speechless and silently looked at Qingmu Ridge in the distance.

This person is too realistic.

As soon as I mentioned that I was not interested in chatting, my interest in surfing the Internet came up.

But it’s better to trick him directly. Otherwise, tomorrow's parent-teacher meeting will be too boring. As for playing games, she can sneak away halfway.

Hehe, I’m so smart!

During the lunch break, Jiang Nian received news from Lin Dong.

“Wori, you can’t get in through the gate.”

Generally speaking, the school gate is closed after the lunch break begins.

Lin Dong was still standing outside the door with eleven cups of milk tea. After eating, he missed the passing time.

However, this does not trouble Zhennan Diaziwang at all.

Jiang Nian was so experienced that he typed a reply.

“You take a detour to the north gate. Walk along the wall and you will see a shared bicycle leaning against the wall. You can climb over the wall and come in, but no one will care about it.”

Lin Dong was slightly worried about this.

“Brother Nian, why are you so skilled?”

Jiang Nian thought for a while and replied.

"Listen to what others say."

"By the way, if you really get caught, just say you are from Class 4."

Lin Dong was thoughtful, could it be that he is really a genius?

Class 3 loves the people in real names, and all the dirty water is thrown at Class 4. So there are no quiet years, but there are people who are carrying a heavy load and moving forward.

North gate, outside the wall.

Lin Dong looked at the towering wall, and then at the small yellow car placed against the wall.

“Damn, can a person get over this?”

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Jiang Nian but did not see a reply.

There are still fifty minutes until the lunch break ends and the doors open, and he really doesn’t want to wait that long.

Thinking of this, he silently opened the friend list and started to shake people.

Huang Cailang responded, "What's wrong, Brother Dong?"

Lin Dong knew that the dormitory was locked at this time, but he still acted like a dead horse.

“I’m at the north gate wall now, so I can’t get in.”

After a long while, Huang Cairang replied reluctantly.

“Brother Dong, the dormitory door is locked. (Picture)”

Seeing this, Lin Dong had no choice but to explain.

“I bought a box of milk tea, but it’s a pity that I can’t get in. I originally planned on you to pick me up and treat you to a drink, but now it seems.”

Three seconds passed after the message was sent.

“Brother Dong, I climbed down the water pipe from the third floor.”

Lin Dong: “???”

Five minutes later, inside the wall.

“Here, Cai Lang.”

“Thank you, Brother Dong.” Huang Cai Lang wiped his hands with a silly smile on his face.

"No, I should thank you." Lin Dong shook his head and said seriously, "Cailang, my friend, you are the real hero."

To be honest, Lin Dong stood on his bicycle and watched Huang Cailang climb down from the third floor.

It is no exaggeration to say that the whole person stood at attention.

He felt like he was as childish as a new recruit in front of Huang Cailang. If zombies break out one day, he will definitely be like this (thumb).

Huang Cailang smiled naively, took a sip of the milk tea, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

It’s sweet and delicious.

After lunch break, in the corridor.

After draining the water, Jiang Nian leaned on the railing to blow the wind. He couldn't help but be stunned while listening to Lin Dong's description of the situation at noon.

“If we are caught, I don’t know which of you two will get the heavier sentence.”

Lin Dong didn’t care about this.

“A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but sigh.

Class 3 is really a nest of snakes and rats. No, it is a gathering of heroes. No wonder the results of Class 3 are so good, with an average of 800 tricks per student.

Even the test-taking teachers can’t beat this group of byds.

In the classroom, Zhang Ningzhi looked at the fruit tea on the table.

"Who bought it?"

Li Hua was also a little confused, after all, Ma Guojun and Yao Beibei also had it.

"From what Lin Dong said, it seems that Jiang Nian invited him."

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Ningzhi nodded, turned around, and saw a cup of fruit tea on the squad leader's table. There was a straw stuck on it, and it was obvious that the monitor had already drank.

She was stunned, thinking that Jiang Nian still had some conscience.

It’s just that I have too much conscience.

She shook her head, put down the fruit tea and went to find Yao Beibei.

Class is approaching.

Sun Zhicheng was stuck clicking into the school and accidentally entered a mysterious website at noon.

I obviously set the alarm clock, but ended up oversleeping.

He hurried along slowly, almost running. The moment the bell rang, he swooped into the third floor of the high school and climbed up the stairs.

Old Liu Gang was about to go upstairs. The first period in the afternoon was his class.

Tell the truth, it’s free.

His face is shining with Buddha’s light, and he is here to recite sutras for all the little masters again.

Will you fall asleep?

The whole thing was sleeping, lying down in a large area.

Lao Liu didn’t care about this. Anyway, the leader only cares about the results. Even if the Chinese scores in his own class are not good, will the scores in other classes be very good?

What if other classes have very good Chinese scores?

The answer is very simple, just put pressure on their total score.

The college entrance examination depends on the total score. What’s the use of having a higher Chinese language test.

If the overall score is not high, no matter how good the Chinese is, you can only become a second batch student. When the dormitory buddies reminisce about the past, the roommates will definitely get angry.

Hey, isn’t this a great writer? They are just different from us. They got perfect marks in the college entrance examination essay, so why are they still in the same school as us?

What’s the use of writing an essay? Where is your Nobel Prize-winning masterpiece?

The total score of the kid in Class 3 is so high, who in the other classes can study Chinese calmly?

This is a conspiracy.

With a bang, a person knocked him away and rushed up.

"Hey, you student, Sun Zhicheng! What's wrong with you?"

Sun Zhicheng was confused. Damn it, he bumped into the head teacher.

But he knew very well at this time that if he stopped, it would be the end. What should I do? In his anxiety, a rush of wisdom suddenly surged in his heart, and he shouted.

“I can’t hold it in any longer. Goodbye, teacher.”

After rushing into the classroom and sitting down, Sun Zhicheng was still out of breath when he saw the milk tea on the table.

“Who gave it to me?”

Lin Dong turned around and explained.

“Oh, Brother Nian invited our group to drink.”

Jiang Nian?

Sun Zhicheng was stunned. He stretched his neck and found that Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe had milk tea on their tables. Suddenly I felt a little uncomfortable, I knew I had invited him first.

He craned his neck again to look at Jiang Nian and found that he was still chatting with Zhang Ningzhi.

Wori, the man with the lower head.

No, why should I like to hear this tone?

Accelerate, accelerate!

Find someone other than Chen Yunyun to fall in love with as soon as possible. Stop hooking up with each other.

He thought like this and took a sip of milk tea.

Not to mention, this stuff tastes pretty good. Even if it was given by Jiang Nian, it can’t change the taste.

If Jiang Nian falls in love early and abides by his male ethics, I will bless him. Maybe he's in a better mood, so it's not impossible to collect some fragments of the betrothal gift for him.

Damn it, who gave him a promotion!

Lao Liu entered the classroom and shouted for class.

Cai Xiaoqing, executive deputy squad leader and disciplinary committee member, shouted to stand up, kicking off this unremarkable and extremely difficult afternoon, with only a few sounds of stools being moved.

“Hello, teacher~~”

“Please sit down.” Lao Liu made the same gesture as Zhang Wei.

"Thank you, teacher~"

There is a saying that although Lao Liu is thirty years old, he is still full of energy. His eyes are clear and his voice is sonorous and powerful. At first glance, he is a capable person.

In the system, you can’t make progress without your body.

If you don’t survive seven or eight years, do you still want to be the subject leader? Still want to look up to the first-level cadres?

Go to bed.

Lao Liu is different, he is an ambitious person. Of course, he also likes to teach and educate people, but progress is also his hobby, a pure hobby.

His wife is richer than him and does not need him to support the family.

It’s your own money to earn and spend.

At this step, Lao Liu has already outperformed most middle-aged people. Those with high EQ have no worries, while those with low EQ give Zhongdeng a hard time.

"Let me tell you something, the time for the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow has been advanced. The school leaders took into account that some parents came from towns and villages, so they adjusted the time for the parent-teacher meeting."

"It was changed from 2:30 in the afternoon to, ah, be quiet, to 9:30 in the morning on Sunday."

Hearing this, the class was extremely restless.

“Teacher, teacher! Are the make-up classes tomorrow and Sunday cancelled?”

"What the hell, a day off?"

Lao Liu knocked on the table and said after the class fell silent.

“The make-up class time has been moved to the afternoon, remember not to be late.”

“Ah!!! No!”

"I can't come tomorrow. I will really miss coming to school at noon."

Jiang Nian's first thought was that he could sleep until ten o'clock and wake up. Then he suddenly remembered the agreement he made with Chen Yunyun during the lunch break, but he didn't care.

If you’re too sleepy, just cancel it. Even if Jesus comes, it’s useless.

You don’t have to play games, but you must sleep.

Great.

Sun Zhicheng doesn’t feel anything. His biological father should have time to attend the parent-teacher meeting. It would be nice if he could get to know Chen Yunyun’s parents.

But how to hint to the old man in the family?

We’ll talk about it after we get home tonight. I hope my dad won’t go fishing tonight. Otherwise, let alone discussion, I'm afraid I won't even see him in person tomorrow.

Although my mother has objections, my father doesn’t care at all.

I heard that when I love fishing the most, I hold a dead fish in my mouth and refuse to leave. I took out three incense sticks directly from the bag and inserted them facing the southeast direction.

Although life and death are bearish, we still need to connect the rod.

Oh, I hope I won’t go out tonight and be a good father.

Be energetic tomorrow and don’t lose your place.

One afternoon passed.

There was a lot of rustling in the evening self-study classroom, and everyone was very restless.

Although you still have to make up classes tomorrow afternoon, and some people even have to come to school to attend a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, at least you don’t have to study in the morning.

There is no need to get up early, and there is no need to go to bed as early as eight in the morning.

For most students who live on campus, they have a day off in the morning. After all, they chose to live on campus because their home was not in the county town. Whoever had nothing to do came to the parent-teacher meeting.

Only parents from some big towns next door will participate in the conference, and it is unrealistic for parents from remote towns to rush here in a hurry.

Zeng You breathed a sigh of relief and picked out the novel. The countdown to the holiday has begun in advance, and he plans to start from the first period of evening self-study until six in the morning.

I sleep until I get up at 1:30 in the afternoon, wash my face, have a meal and come to class.

Beautiful.

Lin Dong originally made an appointment to play ball with Sun Zhicheng and Huang Cailang, and also invited people from other classes.

But Yang Qiming planned to go hangover and surf the Internet tonight, so he invited Huang Cailang, which included Internet fees, instant noodles, and unlimited beer.

Huang Cairang has never been to an Internet cafe, and he hasn’t had a drink for a long time. When you are tired from working in the countryside in the summer, your favorite drink is a bottle of cold beer, just for relieving the heat.

One bite, directly from the throat to the stomach, giving you a chill. Shivering, Tianling Gai felt so good.

Hearing that he was drinking, his saliva had already started to secrete.

So, he declined Lin Dong.

If you follow Brother Yang, you can find instant beer noodles online.

In the past, he didn’t understand why those rich young masters in TV dramas were always surrounded by a circle of doglegs. Now he understands what kind of young master this is.

He is simply a biological father.

It’s all delicious and fun, so why don’t you help me?

Sun Zhicheng agreed. He was going to attend the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow.

I happened to get up early to play ball, so I treated it as morning practice.

The sky is bright, young people are playing ball, and the thin morning fog has not dispersed. The boy's body was already wet with sweat and his hair was wet. It was a good opportunity to show off his charm.

When he thought of this, he subconsciously invited Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe.

"Brother Dong made an appointment to play ball tomorrow, do you want to play?"

When Chen Yunyun heard this, she subconsciously shook her head in rejection.

“Go to sleep.”

Wang Yuhe doesn’t want to play with a weakling, because he will beat up Sun Zhicheng later. What if he takes advantage of the parent-teacher meeting to secretly complain to the parents?

“No, you’re good, I’m going to play a game with Jiang Nian tomorrow.”

Sun Zhicheng felt a little heartbroken, playing in the same group, he was so heartless.

“Okay.”

Wait, who does she want to play games with?

"The sunrise at the beginning of the day is the most beautiful. I plan to climb Qingmuling at night to watch the sunrise." Zhou Yuting covered her mouth and chatted quietly with the girl in the front seat.

"Wow, Yuting, do you really want to watch the sunrise?" The girl in the front seat showed an envious expression, "Your mother would agree? Who are you going with?"

"Oh, with a few friends from the city." Zhou Yuting lifted her hair from her ears.

“Yu Ting, you have so many friends, you are so awesome.” The girl focused on the emotional value and kept praising her, “A boy or a girl? Do you look good?”