Chapter 12 The Little Kid in the First Year of High School
It was unusual for a student from an aristocratic school to give a gift. A Dupont lighter made in France cost several thousand yuan at the cheapest, so Liang Xiangyu gave it away casually.
However, Ling Cang also understands that he is very lucky to have met good people. They regard him as friends, which is why they are so generous. If it were other rich and powerful people, they would be very utilitarian and only make friends with useful people. A good person will not waste a penny or a moment on useless people. There are students in the class who never pretend that Ling Cang does not exist.
As Engels said, the differences between humans are sometimes greater than the differences between humans and great apes.
"The school rules clearly stipulate that students are not allowed to smoke. Even if you smoke behind your back, you are also playing with the tools of crime in front of me, the monitor..." Shen Fanlei smiled and shook his head: "You are too arrogant!"
"Sir, monitor, we are buddies. If we smoke in front of you, we won't let you get away with it." Liang Xiangyu said, lighting a cigarette for himself: "My teacher and I can see each other, they are aliens in my eyes. Especially the director of education, Zhang Zhi, is basically from Namek."
"Besides, school rules don't belong to anyone. The school rules also stipulate that girls are not allowed to dye their hair too light..." Another classmate Wu Zhihan shook his head and said helplessly: "Look at our classmate Hong Xue, who is wearing a hair dye every day. With yellow hair on the head, who dares to say anything?"
"Tch!" Wang Manni rolled her eyes at Wu Zhihan with disdain: "What kind of background does Hong Xue have? Can you compare with her? Do you think those teachers are not afraid of her?"
Ling Cang had just arrived a few days ago, and he didn't know all the classmates yet, but in his impression, none of them had dyed their hair completely yellow. Ling Cang was about to ask who Hong Xue was, when a dozen people walked in from outside, including After seeing Shen Fanlei and Wang Manni, one of them chuckled: "There are beauties!"
These people seemed to be young. They should also be students. The leader among them was only over 1.7 meters tall. He looked a little thin, but his eyes were very sharp. He looked at Ling Cang and others and snorted disdainfully: "It seems They're little brats who are in the first year of high school in our school. Don't pay attention to them. We have other business to attend to."
"I'm sorry!" Liang Xiangyu was unhappy and slapped the table: "Who are you calling a brat?"
Although the other party's words were very rude, in the eyes of high school seniors, first-year students are indeed children.
Although the three years of high school are not long, the maturation process that each student goes through from physical to psychological is far more than that of elementary school or junior high school. If there is any other stage in life that can be compared, I am afraid it is only college.
The other party looked at Liang Xiangyu and laughed: "What? You don't accept it?"
"It's okay." Shen Fanlei waved her hand and told the other party calmly: "We were chatting, not about you."
When the leader saw Shen Fanlei, he was slightly startled. Then he spoke a few words to his companions in dialect and walked inside.
"Don't cause trouble." Shen Fanlei shook her head slightly at Liang Xiangyu: "These people are seniors in our school."
Liang Xiangyu glared: "So what if you are a senior in high school?"
"They are from the Chaoshan Gang..." Shen Fanlei quietly pointed to the leader of the other party, and then said: "That one is still the Red Stick."
"So what about the Chaoshan Gang? Am I still afraid of them?" Although Liang Xiangyu was still unconvinced, he still suppressed his anger.
Ling Cang was a little confused: "What is Chaoshan Gang? What is Red Stick?"
"That's what happened..." Shen Fanlei observed the surroundings, then lowered her voice and explained patiently.
It turns out that there are many gangs within No. 1 Middle School. Although they are not as good as the real gangs in society, they have close contact with the latter and are not much different in all aspects. The Chaoshan Gang is one of them, composed of students from Guangfu.
The name comes from the fact that in Guangfu, Chaoshan has the strongest folk customs. Various gang organizations were formed earliest and have the most rigorous structures. In recent years, Chaoshan gangs have also gone abroad and developed abroad.
Due to its proximity to Hong Kong Island, Guangfu is greatly influenced by the latter in all aspects, including gangs. The so-called "Red Stick" is often heard in Hong Kong Island gangster movies. To put it bluntly, it means a gold medal thug.
What is very interesting to say is that many things in Hong Kong's underworld actually came from the mainland in the early years, and there are quite a few historical anecdotes when traced back.
Because Shen Fanlei has a good relationship with Huang Xianli, she knows something about this. There are three largest and most ruthless gangs in the school, besides the Chaoshan Gang, the Northeast Gang and the Sichuan Gang.
After dinner, Liang Xiangyu and others went back, while Shen Fanlei took Ling Cang to a high-end hair salon.
Shen Fanlei has a lot of experience in fashion. She spent a long time styling Ling Cang, letting the hairstylist do this and that, making Ling Cang feel like an experiment.
Shen Fanlei noticed that Ling Cang was a little worried and said confidently: "I designed my boyfriend's hair style. Everyone says he is very handsome. Don't worry."
The hairstylist quickly started working, and Ling Cang took off his glasses and put them on the table in front of him.
If a person wears glasses for a long time, his eyes will be somewhat deformed, but Ling Cang is not like that. On the contrary, without the obstruction of glasses, Ling Cang is more handsome and sunny.
"You are indeed handsome, but the glasses are a little bit boring..." Shen Fanlei said and took the glasses over and found that they were very ordinary and nothing special. There was a set of the same numbers on the inside of the two temples, which should be the product number. The price should only be a few dozen yuan. "Hey? This is a flat mirror... Oh, it has a bit of power, but not too high."
"More than two hundred degrees."
"Then you don't have to wear it at all."
Ling Cang smiled sheepishly: "I'm used to it."
"Then you have to promise me that you will never take it with you on the day of the performance."
"good."
The hairstyle designed by Shen Fanlei was very successful. It matched Ling Cang's temperament and face shape, and made her look like a star. Even after the hairstylist finished the work, she couldn't help but nod and praise: "This is my best work."
Ling Cang said seriously: "I have always felt that I am the best work of my parents."
"Tch, I just complimented you a few times and started to get excited." Shen Fanlei looked at her watch and then asked, "By the way, will you participate in the school club activities this afternoon?"
"join."
"See you in the afternoon. I have something to do and will go back first."
After breaking up with Shen Fanlei, Ling Cang walked out of the hair salon and was wondering where to kill time when he happened to see an old man walking slowly.
This old man, who is in his sixties, looks very ordinary even though he is wearing very ordinary clothes. Passers-by who are coming towards him mostly give way when they see him, not because they respect him, but because they are impressed by his temperament.
But the old man's condition was not good. His face was pale and his body was shaking a little. After a while, his body trembled violently, and then he collapsed to the ground clutching his chest, with some foam coming out of the corners of his mouth.
The surrounding passers-by immediately spontaneously formed a circle to watch, as if they were watching rare animals, but no one came forward to help.
Ling Cang walked over quickly, helped the old man up, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
The old man sat on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, shook his head slightly, raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed at his chest.
Ling Cang understood, and immediately went to the drugstore and bought a bottle of Suxiao Jiuxin Pills, and then bought a bottle of mineral water, opened his mouth and gave it to the old man to drink. The medicine was very effective. After a while, the old man's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his eyes
After opening it, I let out a long sigh of relief.
At this time, a middle-aged woman next to him shouted: "This young man is really nice. If there is a lawsuit, we will testify for you!"
Ling Cang was stunned: "A lawsuit?"
"Little brother, you are so brave, you dare to go up and help." A young man shook his head and sighed: "Aren't you afraid that he will say that you hit him and ask you to pay for his medical expenses?"
I entrusted a judge surnamed Wang in a certain local court to make a judgment based on common sense that created a world judicial precedent. These days, no one dares to help when an old man asks for help. That is to say, Ling Cang just came from the mountains and does not understand the people in the city.
In the eyes of many people, he did something as risky as roller skating next to Li Qiming's car.
The old man struggled to stand up, looked at the people around him with contempt, and said calmly: "How can I be such an unscrupulous person?"
Ling Cang held the old man's arm and said enthusiastically: "I'll take you back."
"Okay, thank you, young man."
The old man lives in a TOWNHOUSE in the suburbs. The house is not too big, but the yard is not small. The whole yard is decorated in a simple and elegant manner, with a set of trellises set up in the middle and covered with vines, making the place lush and green.
There is a mahogany tea tree under the scaffolding. Although it is not as big as Situ Dao's, it is still very valuable.
"Please sit down." The old man asked Ling Cang in front of the sea of tea and asked with a smile: "Young man, there are not many young people like you now. I don't know, what do you call me?"
"My name is Ling Cang, and I am a student of No. 1 Middle School." Ling Cang said, wondering if the other party would send a huge banner to school: "What should I call you, uncle?"
"Just call me Old Man Shi." The old man said and pointed to a wooden frame next to him. Ling Cang looked over and found that it was filled with all kinds of strange stones. Among them were several Shoushan stone seals. One look at them showed that they were not worth much.
Fei. "As I get older, I bought a house here to retire in peace. I don't have any hobbies on weekdays. I just like to play with rocks. Therefore, the neighbors around me call me Lao Shi."
"Actually, your surname is not Shi, right?"
"The last name doesn't matter, it's just a code name."
Ling Cang smiled slyly and said carefully: "I guess, Mr. Shi, you were also a famous figure in the past."
"No matter what the situation is, it is all clouds in the end. What is the past, why mention it?" Old Man Shi waved his hand, and then said: "Now, I am just a man waiting to die."
"You can't say that, but... uncle, you know that your heart is not very good, why don't you take medicine with you when you go out?"
"I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Besides, I don't want to take medicine often, otherwise I would be inseparable from it." After a pause, Old Man Shi let out a long sigh: "Anyway, you saved me, I want to do something."
That’s right.”
Ling Cang hoped that the other party would immediately spend tens of thousands of dollars so that he could have money to move into a student apartment. However, Ling Cang felt that he should not express this idea, so he waved his hand and said politely: "This is what I should do.
Yes, if you want to repay me with material or money, you will be looking down on me."
"That's right." Old Man Shi took advantage of the donkey and nodded immediately: "This would be a stain on your enthusiasm."
"Yeah..." Ling Cang smiled bitterly. He really regretted it. He felt that he was really short-guessed. Why not tell the other party from the beginning that he was actually a very realistic person. If he gave him tens of thousands of dollars, we would be even.
, no one will know anyone from now on.
"But..." Old Man Shi smiled mysteriously: "What I can give you cannot be exchanged for any amount of money?"
Ling Cang's eyes lit up: "What priceless treasure do you have on hand?"
"Of course, but it's not about specific things, but I can give you some advice. For example, I know everything about Minghai, and your No. 1 Middle School is an aristocratic school. If you encounter any difficulties,
If you have any questions, please contact me."
If he hadn't been polite, Ling Cang would have laughed out loud.
Not to mention the huge Minghai City, just here in No. 1 Middle School, even the principal doesn’t know much about all the students and everything. But this old man Shi pretended to have his hands and eyes open to the sky, as if he had everything under control.
She is simply better than Sister Feng.
Ling Cang almost wanted to persuade the other party to package it up and create a Grandpa Shi. Then he spent 50 cents per post and hired tens of thousands of Internet trolls to go to major forums to hype it up. Maybe the money he would earn after becoming famous could be
Buy another TOWNHOUSE like this.
"Don't believe me?" Old Man Shi saw Ling Cang's suspicion and smiled slightly: "How about this. If you want to know about the background of many powerful people in your school, you can ask me."
"What if he is not a son of a powerful person?"
"It's okay, but I can't give you an answer right away, but I need to investigate."
It is said that young people are steady but old people become crazy. Old Man Shi is old enough, but according to this kind of madness, he has to be 700 or 800 years old. Ling Cang feels that from this look, Old Man Shi is still too young and immature.
So when Ling Cang heard these words, he immediately started thinking about what he should do to make things difficult for him, so that Old Man Shi could learn to be more modest in the future.
For some reason, Lin Xuening's calm and indifferent face suddenly appeared in Ling Cang's mind: "By the way, I have a classmate named Lin Xuening, and she has a brother named Lin Dingtao. They don't seem to get along, but they seem to be related.
Lin Dingtao came to trouble Lin Xuening one after another regarding property disputes. I want to know what is going on."
"Although you and Lin Xuening are in the same school, they are people on two different levels after all. You suddenly asked about this matter. It seems that you unfortunately ran into this grudge, so you are curious, right." Smiled slightly,
Old Man Shi told Ling Cang: "Many people don't know much about the grudges between the Lin family brothers and sisters, but I happen to know it very well."