Wei Qingfan hurried back to school and finally arrived in the classroom before the bell rang for the last class.
Cao Ze was sleeping on the table, and Li Miaoyu was talking to Xie Yao, but he seemed a little distracted and looked up outside from time to time.
When Wei Qingfan walked into the classroom, she looked up and their eyes touched. Wei Qingfan showed a flattering smile, but she looked away expressionlessly and ignored him.
Wei Qingfan didn't care. When he walked past the podium, a classmate asked him about skipping class. Wei Qingfan responded by saying, "Something happened."
Walking to Li Miaoyu's table, Xie Yao turned around and asked curiously: "Why are you going?"
Wei Qingfan coughed, then stared at Li Miaoyu and replied: "My sister filled out the application form and asked me to help come up with an idea."
"real or fake?"
Xie Yao obviously didn't believe it, "Why do you need to ask your sister to apply for a volunteer? Besides, shouldn't it have been confirmed already?"
"She wanted to change it temporarily, so she couldn't make up her mind."
Wei Qingfan was telling lies, and Cao Ze also heard it and stood up to let him in.
After school, Li Miaoyu walked with Xie Yao, and Wei Qingfan walked with Cao Ze.
Because Cao Ze spent too much money, his living expenses were paid once a week. He went online too much before the college entrance examination, and he probably spent all his money.
He did not ask Wei Qingfan to borrow money, and Wei Qingfan did not ask to lend it to him.
After they separated from Li Miaoyu and Xie Yao at the bus stop outside the school, Wei Qingfan was playing with his mobile phone with his head down. Cao Ze was a little strange, so he walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Don't peek into private matters."
Wei Qingfan glared at him, finished editing the text message, and then sent it to Li Miaoyu.
Cao Ze curled his lips and asked, "Are you dating Li Miaoyu?"
"I was wondering, would they be willing?"
Wei Qingfan put away his phone and asked knowingly: "Why don't you go to the Internet cafe?"
"I can't always go."
Cao Ze subconsciously made an excuse, but after hesitating for a moment, he still whispered the truth, "...I have no money."
Wei Qingfan glanced at him.
Cao Ze asked in a low voice: "If you still have some, why don't you lend me some first?"
Wei Qingfan nodded, "How much?"
"...Twenty is enough."
"Twenty is enough. Do you think twenty is too little?"
Wei Qingfan took out his wallet, found a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to him.
Cao Ze saw the bulging money in his wallet, estimated it to be about one hundred, and said in surprise: "You have saved so much money?"
When buying lottery tickets, Wei Qingfan borrowed 4,000 yuan from Li Miaoyu, and the remaining 1,400 yuan was given to Li Wanyi. The other 1,000 yuan was hidden in the room with pocket money given by his parents.
"Don't try to influence me."
Wei Qingfan warned, "No matter how much money you have, it won't be enough for you to spend on the game. If you dare to borrow my money to go online, I will only take care of your food and drink from now on, and I won't lend you any money."
Cao Ze curled his lips and said: "I'm not that obsessed. Besides, I'm already very powerful now. I don't need to buy anything else..."
He thought for a moment and then asked carefully: "Is it okay to buy cigarettes?"
Wei Qingfan tilted his head and asked: "If I say no, will you stop smoking?"
Cao Ze showed an embarrassed smile, "I've been sucking off Ma Chao and the others lately, so I'm embarrassed to always suck on other people's."
Wei Qingfan said: "Then don't smoke."
Cao Ze didn't speak.
Wei Qingfan couldn't say anything else, so he could only say: "Smoke less, the aircraft carrier will not spare you a pack or two of cigarettes."
Cao Ze suddenly became excited again and asked: "What aircraft carrier?"
Wei Qingfan didn't know if this joke was popular now, so he briefly told it to him, and Cao Ze immediately scoffed, "It's not like you can build an aircraft carrier if you have money..."
He knew that Wei Qingfan was very patriotic, and he was worried that this statement would cause a quarrel with Wei Qingfan. After he finished speaking, he quickly changed the subject and asked: "What school did your sister apply for?"
"Zhongcaida, Fuda, Ningda..."
Wei Qingfan could barely remember three. In his previous life, Wei Qingchan was admitted to Fuzhou University. In this life, because of the butterfly effect he brought, his grades were better. He also "crammed" before the college entrance examination, and his college entrance examination scores should be better.
high.
This can be seen from the application choices, because Wei Qingchan's first choice in her previous life was Fuzhou University. In this life, she added a university in Beijing, which shows that she still wants to strive for higher education.
Cao Ze said depressedly: "Can you tell me your full name? I don't even know what university you are talking about?"
"Do I dare?"
Wei Qingfan chuckled, regardless of whether he could understand it or not, waved to him in front of the house and went home.
Li Wanyi and her elder sister were not there, and Li Miaoyu didn't reply. He took a nap after dinner, got up, and left home to go to school.
There was a physical education class in the afternoon. When Li Miaoyu came at noon, he specially changed into a white sportswear and sneakers. His ponytail was also tied higher. He looked pure and charming, with a youthful vitality.
As usual in physical education class, we warm up first, run two laps in line, and then move around freely.
Li Miaoyu played shuttlecock with some girls. Wei Qingfan admired it for a while, and then went to the basketball court next to the Sculpture Square with Cao Ze and others to play.
When get out of class was about to end, Lin Zhaohai sprained his foot. Wei Qingfan helped him to the nearby infirmary for a brief treatment. When he came out, he found that the stadium was empty. Cao Ze, Ma Chao, and Wang Kai were heading to the toilet.
Several people must have gone to smoke, but this matter was difficult to control, so Wei Qingfan ignored it and sent Lin Zhaohai back to the classroom.
After walking two steps, I met the class teacher Jiang Changjun and was about to go out. Wei Qingfan said hello and then caught a glimpse of the class teacher who seemed to be in a hurry and also went to the large toilet where students usually go.
He looked forward to it for a while and returned to the classroom to wait. It took a long time after the bell rang for the get out of class to end before Cao Ze and others came back. As expected, they all looked a little depressed, like eggplants beaten by frost.
After Cao Ze sat down, Wei Qingfan smiled and said, "You were caught red-handed?"
Cao Ze looked up and Wei Qingfan explained: "I saw Lao Jiang going to the toilet behind you. Did you smoke?"
Cao Ze nodded.
Wei Qingfan asked again: "Have you been trained?"
"No."
Cao Ze shook his head and finally spoke, "He still smokes with us..."
"ah?"
Wei Qingfan was a little surprised, "Is it true?"
"real."
Cao Ze nodded, and then narrated: "When we saw him coming in, we quickly stamped out our cigarettes. Then Lao Jiang looked at us and didn't say anything. We wanted to leave, but he shouted to stop us again.
us."
His expression was a little weird and depressed, "Then... he took out the cigarettes, opened them and gave each of us one.
"He smokes Yellow Crane Tower, a red soft bag, which costs more than 20 yuan a bag. We usually smoke Huangshan, which costs four yuan and a half a bag."
Li Miaoyu in front seemed to hear it and turned around to look over, followed by Xie Yao.
Cao Ze paused for a moment, and then continued: "Lao Jiang must have seen that what we were smoking was Huangshan, and then none of us dared to smoke, so he said, 'Just smoke, it's okay, try what a good smoke is like'
', and then lit it for us, and we smoked..."
He paused again, and then, under the gazes of Wei Qingfan and the other three, he looked a little embarrassed and chuckled, "That cigarette is really good to smoke..."
Wei Qingfan asked angrily: "What then?"
"Then Lao Jiang asked us how we felt, and Ma Chao said it was pretty good. The cigarettes worth more than 20 yuan are indeed different..."
"Then what?" Wei Qingfan continued to ask.
Cao Ze glanced at him, was silent for a second or two, and then continued: "Then Lao Jiang said: 'Smoking is nothing, don't fall behind in your studies, otherwise you will only be able to smoke cigarettes worth a few dollars for the rest of your life'..."
He stared at Wei Qingfan and was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "My dad usually smokes across the river, and during the Chinese New Year, he only buys a box of hard red plums worth 3.5 yuan at most..."
"It's okay, my grandfather used to cross the river."
Wei Qingfan patted him on the shoulder, "I started playing Huangshan this year... I'm catching up with you guys."
Ma Chao was sitting in the back. He obviously heard it and wanted to say something, but then hesitated and didn't say anything.
Cao Ze still looked at Wei Qingfan, and then said: "Lao Jiang also said: 'You and Wei Qingfan are together all day long. Wei Qingfan doesn't smoke now. If he smokes, he smokes Zhonghua'..."
Wei Qingfan laughed and said: "Don't worry, I don't smoke, and you can't even think about asking me to smoke Zhonghua. But if I buy Zhonghua as a gift for my grandpa, I can give you some by the way."
Cao Ze didn't say anything, turned around and sat down, then found the book for the next class, opened it, and read there silently.
Wei Qingfan and Li Miaoyu looked at each other and made eye contact for two seconds without speaking, each reading a book.
Xie Yao rolled her eyes at the side and expressed strong protest and condemnation of this behavior that "it's obviously a movie about three people but I can't be named".
Soon after, the school bell rang, and Gu Panpan walked into the classroom. The class started as normal, and the students listened as normal.
At the same time, Jiang Changjun returned to the teachers' apartment near the school. His wife and daughter were not at home. He sat on the sofa, turned on the TV in a lazy and comfortable posture, and habitually took out a box of hard "red plums" from his trouser pocket.
"cigarette.
As soon as he pinched the cigarette butt, he suddenly paused, then threw the "red plum" on the coffee table, took out the freshly opened box of "Yellow Crane Tower" from the other pocket, took out one and lit it on fire
, took a greedy and enjoyable sip.
Amid the smoke rings that spread in the living room, the middle-aged teacher cursed: "Damn it, you are a bunch of bastards. They smoke better than laborers..."