"What are you doing? What are you doing? Teacher Wang, do you want to hit someone?"
Wang Zeming turned around and saw that it was Zhou Peng.
Zhou Peng is a thorn in the class. He has a bad temper and gets angry easily. The key point is that he doesn’t have the kind of awe that a student should have when facing a teacher. He doesn’t know what this student has experienced before. Anyway, all the teachers hate him.
Don't pay much attention to him.
"Zhou Peng? Didn't you leave?" Wang Zeming said, then looked at Chen Xing again, understood, nodded and said, "Oh, I see, Chen Xing was led astray by you, right?
?I mean, what a good boy."
Zhou Peng almost laughed out loud.
Chen Xing's temperament changed after he entered vocational high school. He was not as high-profile as before, but he didn't act like a good boy either.
In order to stand up for a bullied classmate in their class, the big brother dared to chase seven or eight people alone. If Chen Xing successfully went to high school in their town, many people would be willing to follow him.
Good boy?
Zhou Xiaoqing persuaded you again: "Since you're not leaving, it's okay. Let's take a two-day break and I'll ask the factory to change you to a better position."
"What should I change? What should I change?" Zhou Peng said loudly, "Are we here to work and change positions? Don't you two know what majors Chen Xing and I are? I am tourism management, Chen Xing
Hotel management, management, I ended up coming to Guangzhou to tighten the screws!"
"Isn't this an internship, to cultivate your social experience?" Zhou Xiaoqing said weakly. She saw people coming around and persuaded, "Shall we change places to chat? Let's go to the cafeteria to eat something. The cafeteria here is still very good.
Not bad.”
Zhou Peng originally wanted to come over and pull Chen Xing away, but now he is getting angrier:
"You have the nerve to talk about the cafeteria. We stand here from eight o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening every day. The cafeteria is full of cold dishes and cold meals. Do you know how many girls have been hiding and crying in the past few days? You have the nerve to say that the food in the cafeteria is delicious. After eating
You’re so proud of it, right?”
Teacher Zhou saw that there were many people around and didn't want to talk. Lao Wang rarely fell silent.
Zhou Peng was unreasonable and continued:
"I, Quan Jing, and Chen Xing will leave today. And we won't go to school next year. If you dare to use this to deduct our diplomas, I will post on the Internet what you do every year to recruit students to work.
Don’t think that I don’t dare to find reporters.”
Chen Xing was shocked.
Although he was brave, he never thought of confronting the teacher.
And you won’t go there next year?
You won't be fired, right?
As a student, although he is not afraid of other students, he has been afraid of teachers since kindergarten. This is the instinctive reaction that Confucian culture has instilled in the genes of the Chinese people for thousands of years... This makes Zhou Peng even more powerful.
He didn't react until he was dragged for more than ten meters and said to Zhou Peng: "Damn it! I didn't realize why you are so awesome!"
Zhou Peng was very proud: "I don't study with them anymore because I'm afraid of the hammer. They should be afraid of me, because they are afraid that I will really find a reporter to expose this matter."
"I heard that technical schools and vocational high schools across the country have this habit. It's probably useless if you disclose it."
"That's not something they dare to bet on."
Walking to the gate, Quan Jing stood there guarding her and Zhou Peng's luggage.
Quan Jing is in the same class as them. She is very beautiful, with a bit of internet celebrity face but she is born with it. She wears pink glasses for myopia and looks like a teacher. She is very elegant and her appearance has not changed in the past few years.
.
It’s been almost four years, Chen Xing felt a little emotional.
He still remembers that when school first started, Zhou Peng was a class grass, but now he is a weed and has grown disabled. And he has also changed from a handsome bad student to someone who has dozens of female classmates leaving messages as soon as he posts on WeChat Moments.
Good boy, life is really like a play.
It's good to study abroad as no one knows his past.
Chen Xing remembered what Zhou Peng said yesterday and said to Quan Jing: "I heard that you asked for leave yesterday because you felt unwell. Are you feeling better now?"
Quan Jing let out a sigh, and his face quickly turned red.
Zhou Peng said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?"
It was obvious that he wanted to change the topic, but Chen Xing really thought about this question carefully and replied: "I have never eaten clay pot rice or barbecued pork buns in Guangzhou for so long. I don't know what they taste like. Let's try them."
taste?"
"No problem, let's find an authentic Cantonese restaurant and try Western dishes."
The three of them stood on the side of the road and waved to several empty cars, but the driver saw them carrying large and small bags and was unwilling to stop.
They stood there for ten minutes before anyone was willing to pick them up.
Chen Xing got into the car from the passenger seat, and the driver asked: "Pretty boy, where are you going?"
"We want to go have something to eat first. If the master has any good restaurants he can recommend to us."
"That's a lot of room."
Quan Jing had just settled down in the back seat. She was a little surprised when she heard Chen Xing speak and interjected: "Chen Xing, when did you become so good at Mandarin? It scared me. I thought someone else got in the car."
Chen Xing chuckled: "I just practiced."
The driver said: "Are you from Sichuan Province? Brother, I am also from Sichuan Province, from Mianyang."
Zhou Peng heard what the driver said as soon as he got in the car. He was surprised and said with joy: "We are all from Tiancheng, not far from Mianyang. In fact, we almost went to Mianyang to study. We chose the wrong one.
Place, went to Sweet City.”
The driver chatted with them while driving, "You are a vocational high school student, right? You can't stand staying in the factory and want to go back?"
"Master is well-informed."
"No, we can see you every April, May, September and October, in groups, everywhere, look." He motioned to several people to look out the window.
This road is full of various factories, and there are many young people carrying luggage standing on the side.
I really didn’t know there were so many ‘deserters’ here.
Zhou Peng said: "Why do you think there are so many factories in Guangzhou? No matter how many people come, they can eat it. Other provinces don't have such good conditions... By the way, Chen Xing, what's wrong with your accent? You're practicing secretly."
?It’s so different from before.”
"Trump is gone, right? I've been practicing for a long time."
Chen Xing was very proud.
Although this skill was acquired through the system, he really practiced it for a long time.
In order not to speak with a Trump accent, he also watches the news every day and imitates the host's speech.
But it's of no use.
If people in the southwestern region want to speak Mandarin well without professional study and training, it will be difficult for them to achieve success by themselves, and they may even become more proficient as they practice.
"You haven't said where you are going yet."
The three of them looked at each other, no one could name the place, and finally let the driver help them make the choice.
"I guess you are leaving today? Why don't you go to Tianhe Food Street? There are many restaurants there and it's close to the train station. It only takes a few minutes to walk there after eating."
"What about leaving the airport?" Zhou Peng asked quickly.
"The airport is also very close. It only took half an hour to take a taxi after eating. The main reason is that there is nothing good to eat at the airport, so I think you should eat at Tianhe Food Street before going there. What do you think?"