"Sister-in-law, I'm back." Lu Xiaobei opened the door and said with a slight smile.
After a long time, Lu Xiaobei didn't hear a response, so he walked upstairs. As soon as he arrived upstairs, Lu Xiaobei saw three side dishes on the table and a pot of rice. Next to the rice was a note.
After reading the note, Lu Xiaobei realized that his sister-in-law had already gone to work in the textile factory and would not come back until after nine o'clock in the evening. The food on the table was prepared by her sister-in-law before she left. It seems that her sister-in-law has paid too much to support the family.
After all the hard work, the beautiful woman in her early twenties has lost the youthful beauty on her face, and what is left is full of fatigue and worry about the future.
As Lu Xiaobei ate the food on the table, he began to feel depressed. After his brother died, he and his sister-in-law were no longer close friends. He could not live freely and happily in school by himself, leaving all the burdens of the family on his sister-in-law alone.
Bar.
Lu Xiaobei thought to himself, now that he is fifteen years old, even though he is a legal minor, he considers himself a man. As a man, he should support the family and make up for the care that his brother did not give to his sister-in-law. In this way
It can be regarded as repaying love for my brother, and it can also relieve the guilt and self-blame in my heart towards my brother and sister-in-law.
At the age of fifteen, Lu Xiaobei began to learn to do all the housework. When he was not at school, he would clean up the house. He also learned to cook a few simple side dishes, which tasted just okay. Every day when he waited for his sister-in-law to come back, he
Being able to eat meals cooked by Lu Xiaobei himself, such an unformed family already has some warmth and a feeling of home thanks to the joint efforts of my sister-in-law and Lu Xiaobei.
With such a family, both of them have a root. With such a root, they can work hard to climb up. Whether it is work or study, both of them have to work ten times harder than usual.
Gu Wanyu's sewing skills are very good and she is quite proficient in machine operation. She has become well-known in the factory and has now become the leader of the workshop quality supervision team. She can also earn a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan. With such a stable income,
Life at home can finally be more relaxed.
Lu Xiaobei performed very well in school. Apart from not talking much, there was nothing unsatisfactory in other aspects. He got the third place in the whole grade in the unified examination of the third grade of the school, which is such an excellent result.
, which made his head teacher very happy, at least it proved that he had not misjudged the person.
"Lu Xiaobei, that's good. He actually got third place in the school." It was his classmate Xu Qian who praised Lu Xiaobei.
Lu Xiaobei smiled, rolled up the certificate he had just received and put it on his desk. Then he took out his Chinese textbook and looked at it intently. His favorite subject was Chinese class, not only because he was taught Chinese by the most beautiful person in his class.
Mr. Xue, the class teacher, and more importantly, Lu Xiaobei dreams of being admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University and working as a clerk in a government agency. This job is both decent and easy.
Xu Qian saw that Lu Xiaobei had no intention of chatting with her, so she took out the book and read it by herself. This was a self-study class. The teacher would not come to the classroom to manage classroom discipline. It was all managed by several class committees. Everyone
As students, the rights of the class committee have little effect, especially when the boys like Zhao Penghui started to stir up troubles and broke the silence of the entire class. Several boys were stuck in a pile, chatting like ants on a hot pot.
They were so enthusiastic that the class committee tried to persuade them several times but failed.
Xu Qian is very serious when reading, and she looks very good-looking. Her eyelashes are slender and slightly raised upward, and her eyes are bright and lively. Lu Xiaobei often peeks at his deskmate from the corner of his eye. Lu Xiaobei is not the only one who likes Xu.
Qian, any man who is not blind or has a normal sexual orientation will never forget a beauty like this.
The students in the class chatted when they should, and read when they should read. Everything was like a normal self-study class, but no one expected that a different moment would begin in the next second.
The classroom door opened silently, and a tall man stood outside the door. As soon as this man appeared at the door, more than half of the girls in the class screamed at the same time. His level of attention was definitely no less than that of the 2001 broadcast.
In "Meteor Garden", F4 was not very popular in school.
This boy has a handsome face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks exactly like Hua Zelei in "Meteor Garden". Unexpectedly, this appearance was very popular among girls at that time.
"Hey, isn't this the handsome boy from Class 5, Yang Minglei? Why didn't he attend his self-study class well and come to our class?" The one who spoke strangely was Zhao Penghui.
Yang Minglei glanced at Zhao Penghui and said nothing. He looked around at the door, then locked his target and walked in directly. His target was Lu Xiaobei's deskmate Xu Qian.
Zhao Penghui and others saw Yang Minglei rushing into their class rashly. Almost at the same time, he jumped out of his seat and stood in front of Yang Minglei. Zhao Penghui said aggressively: "Yang Minglei, don't think that you have a few filthy rich people in your family."
You can be awesome in front of me! This is Class 3, and this is my territory, Zhao Penghui, you can’t come in just because you say so!”
"Yang Minglei did not look away from Xu Qian because of Zhao Penghui's aggressiveness. He just said coldly: "Get out of the way..."
When he said "get out of the way", you couldn't tell whether it was an order or a request. But anyone with a discerning eye should know from his aura that Yang Minglei didn't take Zhao Penghui seriously at all, so the "get out of the way" was naturally an order.
"Get out of the way? I, Zhao Penghui, have been in school for so long, and no one dares to speak like this. Now, while I'm in a good mood, I won't argue with you. If you take a step forward, I'll give you a hard time!"
I really don’t know why, Zhao Penghui likes to cause trouble so much. He is the king and hegemon in the school in vain. Maybe in the minds of some weak classmates, he can be regarded as a boss, but in front of a student with flesh and blood, backbone and background like Yang Minglei,
Zhao Penghui is a piece of trash, worse than shit.
Faced with such a useless piece of trash, Yang Minglei certainly would not compromise. He was still walking forward, heading in the direction of Xu Qian.
"How dare you fucking leave, brothers, come on!" Zhao Penghui gave an order, and the three boys closest to the door rushed forward. There were a few boys in the back row who wanted to rush, but they didn't dare. I guess this time
If it had been anyone else, more students would have come to help Zhao Penghui, but the Yang Minglei in front of him had been famous in the Lingbei Middle School for a long time, and people with a little knowledge of the world would not act rashly.
The three boys surrounding Yang Minglei were half a head taller than the others, and their bodies were thinner. Even if these three people fought together, they would be no match for Yang Minglei alone.
Zhao Penghui took out his regular weapon - Fang Zi from under the desk. With this, he felt at ease and his courage suddenly increased a lot. When Yang Minglei saw the other party coming up with the Fang Zi, he didn't do anything.
Even those who act rashly and have great skills are no match for these boys with square sticks in their hands.
"Zhao Penghui, I'm just here to find someone. I haven't offended you." Yang Minglei finally spoke. This sentence also showed that he no longer regarded Han Penghui as a waste, but a real enemy. Presumably, in
In this school, except for a fool like Zhao Penghui who is reckless and loves to show off, no one wants to be an enemy of Yang Minglei. After all, Yang Minglei is recognized by everyone as the real overlord of the school.
"Our third class is not for outsiders to come in and leave whenever they want. You dared to break in today and broke our rules..."
"What do you want?" Yang Minglei asked without letting Zhao Penghui finish.
"What do I want? You should understand my style." After Zhao Penghui finished speaking, he winked at the brothers in front of him. The three people who stood up earlier walked to Yang Minglei with the prescriptions in their hands. You know, they took
The guy here was here to beat someone, but anyone who saw the three of them looked like they had been beaten.
Sure enough, as soon as the three people got close to Yang Minglei's body, and before they could even swing the Fangzi, Yang Minglei nimbly dodged back, and in the small atmosphere, he easily made a space for a punch. A powerful punch.
The attack was fierce and not very fast, but the previous flash position had already made the three Zhao Penghui's younger brothers in front of them a little confused. They didn't need to figure their heads out, they just had to keep their own heads and don't be beaten stupid by others.
Before the three people could make any move to defend or attack, they were hit by Yang Minglei's fist so hard that stars appeared in front of their eyes. With one punch, he knocked down three people, three of their fourteen or fifteen-year-old peers.
The class once again exclaimed. What was different from the last time was that this time there were many boys' voices mixed in. They probably saw that Yang Minglei's punch was so powerful that they couldn't help but let out an admiration or a little panic.
When Zhao Penghui saw that punch, he felt a little uneasy. Now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. Since he had already assumed the attitude of being hostile to others, he couldn't back down. He had to save his face even if he died here!
"Fuck you, I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Penghui shouted cheerfully and with great momentum, but he did not run forward, but instead walked slightly backwards.
"Stop showing off, don't be afraid, I'm here to find someone, not to fight." Yang Minglei said openly, his tone was not tough, but more like a parent educating his children.
Zhao Penghui was given a step, and Zhao Penghui climbed down with great effort, saying vaguely: "Be careful in the future." After saying that, he turned around and left through the back door of the classroom. The whole class stared at him with big eyes.
I don’t know what Zhao Penghui was doing. They all thought he had lost the rescue force. In fact, he ran to the toilet to urinate. He was so frightened by Yang Minglei’s momentum that he almost wet his pants.
It was pure, so the confession almost never happened. At this moment, Yang Minglei broke into Xu Qian's class alone and expressed his love in front of everyone. This move was undoubtedly unprecedented in Lingbei Middle School.
, and its response was equally unprecedented.
Xu Qian did not dare to raise her head to look at Yang Minglei. She lowered her head, not knowing whether she was blushing or secretly laughing. At the same time, the whole class was excited. Many girls were extremely jealous, but some did not dare to curse out loud.
, no one wanted to provoke Yang Minglei's favorite girl. The boys were moved by Yang Minglei's bold display of love, and they all cheered Yang Minglei, and the atmosphere reached its climax.
Lu Xiaobei was caught in the middle and didn't know what to do. But among the chaotic shouts of his classmates, Lu Xiaobei clearly heard Xu Qian's childish voice, "Lu Xiaobei, help me... I don't want to follow