Ling Cang did not explain how he came up with such a title, but continued: "Besides, it is just a test, there is no need to make a fuss about it."
"You make it easy, but you are a student and the test is very important to you!"
"I think as a student, you should learn more about how to live in the future instead of chewing the nonsense in textbooks!"
"You said textbooks are nonsense?"
"It's all good to talk nonsense. In our country's textbooks, you can pick out errors by just flipping through a few pages."
Ding Xuehan knew that Ling Cang's words actually made sense, but from a teacher's perspective, although she couldn't deny it, she couldn't admit it either. So she changed the topic and told Ling Cang: "You are a special admissions student, and your academic performance is
Very good. I originally had great expectations and hoped that you could promote the learning atmosphere in the class...but you let me down so much."
"Aren't you disappointed by the fact that I sit in the classroom every day and learn the wrong things?" Ling Cang shook his head, and then relaxed: "But since the teacher said so, I will just work hard in the future."
"That's good." After a pause, Ding Xuehan added: "And don't miss exams in the future."
"I try my best."
"Just try your best?"
"This is just for your sake, beauty."
"You..." Ding Xuehan didn't know what else to say, so she simply told Ling Cang: "Forget it, I have said everything that needs to be said. You can take care of yourself and go back to class."
Looking at Ling Cang's leaving figure, Ding Xuehan breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know why, but this conversation was a bit overwhelming. Because from the beginning, Ling Cang took the initiative and let Ding Xuehan follow him.
Ding Xuehan therefore had a feeling that the mental age of this high school student was far beyond his physical age.
This conversation lasted for one class, and Ling Cang went back to school. When he returned to the dormitory, Ling Cang was choked as soon as he entered the door. The whole room was filled with smoke, like a fairyland. There were food and food everywhere.
Beer, Dead Pig and several classmates were sitting on the bed, eating, drinking, and talking.
This kind of thing happens often. Lingcang's bed was able to survive in the past, but this time it still suffered. The bed was full of debris, and Lingcang's sheets that he had just washed yesterday had a large yellow spot stained by beer.
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When Dead Pig saw Ling Cang, he hurriedly greeted him: "You're back just in time, come over and have a drink together?"
A classmate of the dead pig burped from wine and looked Ling Cang up and down: "Is this your roommate?"
Dead Pig nodded: "Yeah."
"Isn't he the violin prince who won the award at the art festival..." This classmate came over, patted Ling Cang on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Boy, you were so handsome back then. The girls next to me shouted in unison!"
The corner of Ling Cang's mouth twitched, and he suppressed his disgust and said, "Really, thank you for the compliment."
Ling Cang was completely fed up with the dead pig. This very pornographic and non-violent roommate would almost never do anything else except watch porn, masturbate and eat and drink every day. If he encountered something dangerous,
, it is slipperier than an eel, and disappears as soon as it slips away.
"I want to move." Ling Cang made an excuse to leave, and then went to the pawn shop to pawn Lin Xuening's watch, Liang Xiangyu's lighter and Old Man Shi's Tianhuang.
These things were originally worth hundreds of thousands, but Ling Cang only got tens of thousands. The pawnshop owner really made a lot of money, and his eyebrows almost flew to the back of his head with joy. He kept telling Ling Cang: "Young man, if you have any other good things, just take them."
Come, I’ll definitely give you a good price!”
Including the money he had saved before, Ling Cang now had over 100,000 yuan on hand, which was probably enough to live in an apartment. So Ling Cang went directly to the bed and breakfast department and asked for a better apartment for himself.
The apartment in No. 1 Middle School is different from the common apartments in other schools. It is a high-end residence specially designed for aristocratic students. The layout is similar to a TOWNHOUSE. Ling Cang originally thought that the cost of an apartment would be tens of thousands a month, so he only dared to ask about it after saving up enough money.
But it’s actually not that expensive. The monthly rent is 5,000 yuan. Although it does not include water, electricity and gas, it does include broadband and cable TV.
Students who live in apartments not only live with their families out of town, but also live in the city. They don’t always live here. They go home or live somewhere else, so the rooms are often empty. The main reason why they rent an apartment on campus is to consider
When I have my own place outside, I can be more free and free from parental supervision and control.
The management of the apartment is much looser than that of the dormitory. There are no restrictions on visitors and no lights-out time. With such convenient conditions, some students hold parties in the apartment day and night, and some boys and girls secretly live together. If there is no trouble,
When big trouble occurs, schools usually turn a blind eye to such things.
However, the reason these students told their families for living on campus was to facilitate their studies.
The people in the dormitory department were not surprised by Ling Cang's request to move to an apartment. Although most of the special admissions students come from poor families, there are some exceptions. There are also people who have become overnight because their families won the lottery or inherited an inheritance.
Rich second generation.
It's just that apartments are usually allocated and adjusted very carefully, unlike dormitories where you can move in at any time, so Ling Cang has to wait patiently for a few days.
Some members of the club met to exercise in the afternoon. Ling Cang really didn't want to stay in the dormitory, so he went to the gym.
Huang Xianli had already joined the club and had brought Liang Xiangyu with her, and was talking to Jin Zhiren about signing up. Ling Cang sat aside and looked at the two of them, not knowing what to do. When he was bored, he took out his mobile phone from time to time to check the time.
Lin Xuening came over from behind and asked strangely: "Why are you still looking at your phone? Where is the watch I gave you?"
Ling Cang said without looking back: "Done!"
"What did you say?" Lin Xuening's beautiful eyes widened, and her voice suddenly rose, startling everyone: "You were fooled?"
"Ah?" Ling Cang was numb from boredom at the time, and replied without thinking. Only then did he realize that he had said the wrong thing: "I...I was joking, because I didn't want to use it, so
Put it in the bedroom!"
Lin Xuening stretched out her hand: "I'll wait here, go get it for me!"
"I……"
"You can't take it out, can you?" Lin Xuening smiled sadly, then raised her hand and slapped Ling Cang.
The sound of "pop" echoed in the gymnasium for a long time, and everyone was dumbfounded. However, this slap also woke Ling Cang up, and he suddenly realized that he was indeed wrong.
Looking at Lin Xuening again, her eyes contained anger, disappointment and sadness. After a while, tears rolled down and hit her clothes.
Ling Cang was at a loss and hesitated to explain: "Actually...I...I'm sorry..."
"Do you know..." After a while, Lin Xuening choked and said, "That watch is a relic left by my mother, and I want it to be given to my future boyfriend!"
"I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm really sorry." Ling Cang's words came from the bottom of his heart.
People often say that there are many things in this world that cannot be measured by money. In fact, everyone understands this truth, but few people really learn to cherish it.
Now Ling Cang truly understands that the emotions and hopes carried by something sometimes carry an unparalleled weight.
Lin Xuening glanced at Ling Cang bitterly, wiped her tears, and left quickly. The high heels made a "tata" sound when they stepped on the ground, which echoed in the gymnasium and also echoed in Ling Cang's heart.
Everyone did not hear all of this conversation clearly. They only knew that Ling Cang had accepted Lin Xuening as a gift. Everyone shook their heads to express their disappointment with Ling Cang. However, they still respected Ling Cang. The others saw that the matter had been told.
After a while, they hurriedly continued to exercise, pretending that nothing happened. Only Liang Xiangyu pretended to be brave and walked over and said carefully: "Brother, this time, you really did something wrong."
"I know." Ling Cang nodded helplessly: "But it's too late."
"It's not too late." Liang Xiangyu rolled his eyes and suggested: "Girls need to be coaxed, maybe just coax them."
"How to coax?"
Liang Xiangyu raised his head triumphantly: "Look at me."
Next, Liang Xiangyu came up with a method that he believed was very effective in dealing with girls. First, he bought a large bouquet of roses and a beautiful card and sent it to the apartment. However, it was rejected. Then, he launched the ancient martial arts club's
At night, hundreds of candles were placed outside the apartment door, surrounded by heart shapes and the words "I'm sorry", and Ling Cang stood in the middle.
It was windy today, and the candles were blown out from time to time. Some members of the club gathered around a human wall to protect them, while others hurriedly lit them again. Everyone was so busy and sweating profusely that they managed to maintain the beautiful candlelight.
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However, although this moment was later called the most romantic night in No. 1 Middle School, it still failed to impress Lin Xuening. Until the wax torch turned to ashes and her tears began to dry, there was still no movement in the apartment.
Liang Xiangyu had no choice but to admit defeat and sighed helplessly: "It seems I can't help you anymore..."
"Girls will be moved by romance. These methods are not romantic enough..." Jin Zhiren smiled and lowered his voice and said: "I have a good method!"
"Just tell me if you can!" Liang Xiangyu rolled his eyes, not believing that this guy with a big face could be more romantic than him.
Jin Zhiren said one word at a time: "Go to the radio station and request a song!"
Liang Xiangyu thought about it for a while, then scratched his head: "Don't tell me, this method... maybe it actually works!"
Many radio programs have a high listening rate among students, especially those living in dormitories. Because their spare time life is relatively monotonous, listening to the radio has become an important part of life. Some of the programs full of youthful melodies attract students
We listen during class, while eating, and before going to bed.
Minghai Radio Station has a very popular song request program called "Date with the Stars". Boys and girls often express their love for each other through this program. Many adults also often follow the younger ones through song requests.
It was difficult to get a call for this program, but Jin Zhiren had a cousin who served as a leader at the radio station, which opened a back door for Ling Cang.
At 8:30 the next night, Ling Cang and a group of people got together and turned on the radio.
"Welcome to listen to tonight's 'Date with the Stars'. I am the host Xiaogang..." The host's voice is rich and magnetic, which makes people feel comfortable: "Today's first song is Ling Cang
The gentleman ordered it for Ms. Lin Xuening, please listen to "Sorry" by Weiqi Fan..."
"It will definitely work this time!" Jin Zhiren happily patted Ling Cang on the shoulder, and then sang along with the melody on the radio.
However, less than halfway through the song, it was suddenly stopped. The host's voice sounded again, this time sounding a little angry: "We just received a call from Ms. Lin Xuening, Mr. Ling Cang, you are really going too far.
Sorry, we won't play your song... Why don't we leave our precious time to lovers who still have some opportunities? Next is the song that Mr. Guoliang ordered for his wife, Ms. Ye Wen. Mr. Guoliang really wants to sing to her.
His wife said - I'm sorry, he's sorry for pushing your mother off the balcony of the 18th floor yesterday. Please listen to Sun Nan's "Come Back Soon"..."
"Wow!" Jin Zhiren jumped up: "Whatever you do, is this possible?"
Liang Xiangyu gloated from the side and said: "I said, Jin Zhiren, your cousin is not very capable!"
Jin Zhiren was very embarrassed and immediately took out his mobile phone: "I'll call my cousin..."
"Forget it, no need." Ling Cang waved his hand, then stood up and said, "That's it. Let's go back and rest."
Ling Cang said this, but he was thinking about something else. Even if Lin Xuening never talked to him again, the watch must be redeemed.
Suddenly, Ling Cang went to the pawn shop early in the morning: "I'm sorry, boss, I want to redeem that watch...wait, there's also that lighter."
The boss glanced at Ling Cang lazily and said angrily: "It's been sold."
"What? How can this be done?" Ling Cang was a little anxious: "The redemption period has not passed yet, how can you sell the pawned goods?"
"Because your pawn has no guarantee, the rule of our pawn shop is that this kind of pawn can be treated as an absolute pawn at any time!"
"According to the "Interim Measures for the Management of Pawn Shops" announced by the Central Bank, pawn shops cannot handle pawns without the consent of the pawnee during the redemption period." Ling Cang will be fully prepared for anything he does, and he will do it before entering the pawn shop for the first time.
I have read the state's regulations on the pawn industry thoroughly, otherwise I wouldn't be able to exchange those things for just tens of thousands of dollars.
It should be noted that according to the unspoken rules of the pawn industry, the pawn price paid for suspected stolen goods is often a very small part of the original value, sometimes even only a few percent.
But even so, most pawnshops do not accept stolen goods, because pawnbroking is a special industry, and the supervision of the management department is very strict. Most of the pawnshops that dare to collect stolen goods are very ethical, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they take both black and white, such as