3-15 Dong Shao's father is the boss of the underworld
After a short while, two police motorcycles drove over. The policemen got out of the car with the tickets and digital cameras. The owners of the private cars got into their cars and hurriedly left the road in front of the physical examination center. They were not allowed to park for a long time. They were fined once.
It’s just not worth two hundred.
The traffic police found several cars whose drivers were not inside, slapped them with tickets, took pictures, and drove away. Those private cars did not dare to stop on the road and drove away from the scene or into the alley next to them.
Originally, the physical examination for high school admissions was scheduled for the second semester of the third year of high school, that is, in April of the following spring. However, in order to prevent accidents by then, the school organized a physical examination rehearsal. If any problems were known and solved earlier, it would not be good if it affected the child's future.
This physical examination lasted for more than two hours and did not end until 4:30. The students were chatting and laughing. They came out of the physical examination center. At this time, the rain outside was still continuing. There was water in the foggy sky. The roads were full of water. The students were laughing.
Running in the rain, there were boys and girls of seventeen or eighteen years old everywhere, and the youthful atmosphere hit their faces.
When it rains, it's hard to get a taxi. When there are more people, it's even harder to get a taxi. Groups of students are waving their arms to stop taxis on the road. Xiaoxue is standing alone in the corner, with her hands in her pockets and a hesitant look on her face.
I only have a few coins in my pocket to go back to school but I have to transfer twice. What should I do if I have to eat at night?
"Xiaoxue." A familiar call sounded from behind. When the girl turned around, her smile suddenly bloomed: "Uncle, you haven't left yet?"
"Come and get in the car." Liu Ziguang patted the car seat and handed an umbrella to Xiaoxue, which he had just bought in a nearby city.
Xiaoxue happily climbed into the back seat of the 28th Grand Prix. She put one hand around Liu Ziguang's waist and held the umbrella above her head with the other hand. She said happily: "Okay, let's get started."
"Let's go." Liu Ziguang pedaled his bicycle forward with his left foot on the ground. The two of them were wandering in the rain amidst the surprised eyes of classmates all over the street. At first, Xiaoxue blushed a little, but then she raised her head and calmly faced those who came from
Gaze in private cars and taxis.
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Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School is a school with a long history. It has been established for 80 years. It has always been a key high school with the highest enrollment rate in Jiangbei City and even the province. When Liu Ziguang took the high school entrance examination, he fell short of the score and did not reach the score line. The relationship is also
Bai Qiao finally went to an ordinary high school.
The antique building at the entrance to the old campus of No. 1 Middle School towers tall. The marble school gate logo is eye-catching and grand. The door is open to a neat road with rain-washed green pine trees on both sides. The teaching buildings and the playground in the distance all present a majestic atmosphere.
Its demeanor is hard to match in a school like Chenguang Children's Middle School.
The campus of No. 1 Middle School is very spacious. The basketball court next to the lecture theater is already full of cars. The private cars at the door of the car physical examination station do not show any dignity when they arrive here. They can only look embarrassed. Rows of BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Lexus, Crown and Audi are shining brightly.
The dazzling drivers gathered together, smoking cigarettes and chatting, their wolf-like eyes following the young and beautiful figures on campus, and bursts of knowing laughter from time to time.
On the other side of the lecture theater is the brand new red rubber track of the school gymnasium. The complete sports equipment demonstrates the school's hardware strength. A group of boys in school uniforms gathered near the uneven bars, hiding cigarettes in their hands, quietly puffing away smoke, chasing each other from time to time.
Playing and playing.
Generally, the uniforms of middle schools are green and white sportswear, but the uniforms of No. 1 Middle School are unique. The top is a dark blue suit made of wool. The school logo is embroidered on the left side, and the inside is a light blue shirt. Boys have a blue tie.
Below are gray trousers and leather shoes. For girls, a blue and white scarf. Below, a plaid skirt is tailor-made, pressed and fitted, which can express the excellent temperament of the students in the first middle school.
But it seems that Xiaoxue has never been seen wearing such a beautiful school uniform. Liu Ziguang asked while pushing the car: "Hey, why don't you wear the same clothes as them?"
Xiaoxue was wearing a blue jacket. After some modifications, it fit him perfectly. Liu Ziguang recognized that it was work clothes from Chenguang Factory, and his father also had one of these clothes.
Xiaoxue lowered her head and said: "I...the school uniform is too expensive. The head teacher said that we don't need to make it custom-made, as long as we don't participate in the ** activities."
Liu Ziguang understood that the plight of Xiaoxue's family was far beyond his expectation. Brother Wen was seriously ill and the money for weekly dialysis could bring down a normal family. What's more, their family basically had no source of income and they could still rely on medical insurance for their illness.
But for living expenses, we can only rely on the meager community subsistence allowance.
He had to save four hundred and twenty yuan a month for meals, so he had no spare money to buy this kind of school uniform with exquisite materials and fine workmanship. For a moment, Liu Ziguang regretted that he shouldn't have asked such a sensitive question to hurt the little girl's self-esteem.
It was still early, and the parent-teacher meeting only started half an hour later. Those parents who came first rushed to the principal's office to talk about something. Liu Ziguang, a fake parent, occasionally made a cameo like this, so there was no need to take a look at what he was doing.
He pointed to the ** field and said, "Let's go there and have a rest."
At this time, the rain had stopped, and the playground, washed by the autumn rain, looked particularly fresh. The imported turf was still green. Xiaoxue looked at the boys on the uneven bars, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but he still nodded in agreement.
Liu Ziguang locked his bicycle and took Xiaoxue to the sports equipment area. Just as he was about to jump on the parallel bars to show off his skills, suddenly there was a noise from the boys' side and a group of students shouted at Xiaoxue: "Wen Xue, is that your boyfriend or your father?"
” Then there was a burst of laughter.
Xiaoxue lowered her head and did not dare to respond. Her face was so red that it dripped blood. Liu Ziguang pointed over there angrily and shouted: "Who is making the noise, stand up!"
The other party obviously didn't expect that this "uncle" had such a bad temper. He was shocked but quickly calmed down and responded. One of them was a boy who looked very handsome, but this handsomeness contained too much.
Rage.
The handsome boy shook his head and sat down from the parallel bars. He was wearing New Balance sneakers, a school uniform jacket, and a waterproof outdoor sportswear. He was surrounded by tall boys like stars holding the moon.
A group of boys came roaring towards Liu Ziguang. Xiaoxue was so frightened that she looked around, but there were no teachers around at all. Only a few drivers in the parking lot looked at the joke from a distance.
Xiaoxue wanted to run away, but when she turned around and saw the malicious smile on Liu Ziguang's face, she stopped again, bit her lip and stood behind her uncle.
A group of unruly student kids walked up to Gaotupo Boss Liu without fear and looked him up and down. The students' appreciation of the brand and price of clothing was much better than their parents. They could tell at a glance that the uncle was wearing
The common imitation m65 and low-end brand jeans, Rambo-style outfits, have been out of date for hundreds of years. Plus, you can imagine the level of the uncle who came here on a bicycle.
The handsome boy walked up to Liu Ziguang. The senior high school boy was already fully grown and was 1.8 meters tall enough to look down at the cigarette in Liu Ziguang's hand. He took it out and took a puff of blue smoke in an arrogant manner.
"Uncle, did you call me?" The handsome boy looked sideways at Liu Ziguang with a frivolous expression on his face.
Of course Liu Ziguang knew that uncle was not an honorific but a name deliberately used by young people to show off their youth.
The rest of the students also gathered around with expressions of gloating, hoping to see how Liu Ziguang would be embarrassed. Liu Ziguang didn't bother to talk nonsense with them and just flew the cigarette from the handsome boy's face with his sharp flying kick, and was kicked to the handsome boy's head.
It was carried by the strong wind and fluttered.
This kind of shot can only be seen in movies. The students were shocked and couldn't help but praise: "So handsome!" "So cool!"
The handsome boy's face was turning blue and white. Obviously, he couldn't accept such a humiliating thing. However, the other party's high level of kung fu also made him understand that even if all of his group were defeated, he still had to bear the guilt of fighting in school. He was so cruel.
He nodded and said, "Okay, you're ruthless. Do you know who my father is?"
Only then did the boys around realize which end they were on, and they quickly shouted: "Even our Young Master Dong dares to offend you, don't you want to hang out with us?"
"Dong Shao's father is a serious *** boss!"
Liu Ziguang suddenly laughed heartily as if he had heard the biggest joke of the century. He pointed at these students and cursed: "It's a shame that you are still students from a key high school and what should you worship? *** Your parents paid money to send you here."
Are you a gangster?"
The students were speechless as they watched Dong Shao glare at Liu Ziguang and then turned around and left: "Let's go." The boys also glared at Liu Ziguang aggressively and ran away after Dong Shao.
"Xiaoxue, why is your school full of such scum?" Liu Ziguang asked in confusion.
"Our principal has set a rule that in order to expand the school, those who do not have enough scores can send their children to the first middle school by paying sponsorship fees, each worth 100,000 yuan."
"What if there is a difference of 500 points? Doesn't it mean that I have to pay 5 million? With this money, I can even buy a college diploma and go to your No. 1 Middle School?"
"No, if the parents have made outstanding contributions to society, they can be exempted from the tax." Xiaoxue explained seriously.
"Outstanding contribution...oh, I understand." Liu Ziguang nodded. The principal's wishful thinking was really cracking. He didn't even have enough money to earn the respect of a social status, but he could also use it as money. No wonder there are so many luxury cars in the parking lot.
It is a car for parents who have made "outstanding contributions" to society.
"Then are there any rewards if you pass the score line? For example, Xiaoxue, if you pass 100% of the admission score of No. 1 Middle School, will you be rewarded with one million?"
Xiaoxue was amused: "Uncle is really good at joking. The score line of No. 1 Middle School is very high. Even if you get a perfect score, you can't pass too much. In fact, the teachers are still very good and take good care of me. For example, they don't force me to buy school uniforms..."
As Xiaoxue's voice gradually dropped, she probably thought of something sad again.