One stone stirred up a thousand waves. The school made up classes on Saturdays. Although the school did not charge a penny, the students did not appreciate it at all.
Zhao Yinxi quietly observed all this and felt deeply that there was a huge difference between himself and these teenagers. This was definitely not due to age. He thought that if he had been lucky enough to be classmates with them when he was the same age, he would probably be out of place as well.
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The group of teenagers in front of them have a desire for knowledge, but they don’t have the enthusiasm to do it; they have a desire to improve, but they are disgusted with the spiritual brainwashing they use to do so; they pay more attention to their inner voices and refuse to speak in the name of difference.
They are eager for success and love freedom more. They are more bold, fearless, straightforward and unconventional.
"Brother Ran, what do you think?" Li Haoran fanned the flames all the way to the end, and then walked to Zhao Yinxi's side.
"Just make up for it, I'm free to do it!" Zhao Yinxi stretched, stood up and gave the solved problem to Hu Xinzhou.
Li Haoran and the others' eyes widened. If this matter had been put aside in the past, Xiao Ran would have jumped up to three feet in no time. Not only would he have burst out a bunch of greetings with a particularly high mother-in-law rate, but he would also have given them to all the distinguished ones without discrimination.
School leaders and their ancestors for eight generations would come up with unexpected tricks to knock off the roof of the school.
Now, what happened to the captain of the death squads in everyone's mind? If he continues to develop like this, he will soon become the captain of the Young Pioneers who stands under the red flag, holding a speech, and is famous and professional.
This is too shameful.
Is this the so-called Aiwujiwu, because he fell in love with Hu Xinzhou and also fell in love with learning?
Hu Xinzhou, what's so good about this person? Ugliness is the original sin. What's more, Hu Xinzhou has such a bad stepfather. Li Haoran touched the wound on his face and returned to his seat.
During the break, Li Haoran came to Zhao Yunxi’s desk and said furtively:
"Brother Ran, if you make up classes this Saturday, it will delay our important event."
Zhao Yinxi was stunned: "What's going on?"
"Why did you forget? Call Master Du. Master Du will have a live broadcast at ten o'clock on Saturday morning. I will go to the live broadcast room to support you. Are you going? The 'Flying Meng Jiuxiao' will be online soon."
Li Haoran looked in disbelief. Xiao Ran was a huge fan of this game, but he could be so careless about it.
Zhao Yinxi's heart skipped a beat, then smiled slightly and replied calmly:
"Of course I want to go! How could such an important occasion be without me?"
"That's right! How come I'm missing Brother Ran? Are you ready?" Li Haoran twirled his thumb and index finger on his right hand.
Zhao Yinxi understood it instantly, and felt a sting in his heart. It’s no wonder those people on the Internet abused him.
Zhao Yinxi pretended to be casual and asked:
"Of course, how much have you prepared?"
Li Haoran stretched out two fingers.
Zhao Yinxi went from shocked to speechless, and his eyes were filled with indescribable confusion.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I know I am not prepared, but this is all my wealth. For this money, I almost performed on the street, and my chest was broken."