readytorunbook Chapter 218 He gave too much
Chapter 218 He gave too much
Even if the process is expedited, it will still take at least a month. But today, the poor high school seniors have already started school.
They'll still start school a week ahead of the first and second year high school students, okay?
On the first day of the second semester of senior year, the sunlight was still the same color.
Song Huan walked into the classroom and saw that group of familiar scoundrels, and suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions.
Zhao Qihang had cut his hair short, revealing his round head, and was leaning on the table talking to Chen Xu.
Chen Xu remained the same, listening expressionlessly, occasionally nodding.
Zhou Shan sat in the front row, flipping through a new textbook, the pages rustling.
Xiao Yunqing sat next to him, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
The classroom was noisy. Some people were talking about where they went during winter break, some were passing around snacks, and some were doing their winter break homework, with pens flying across the paper.
But beneath everyone's laughter, there was something weighing on their shoulders.
It's hard to say, but it's all there.
How did it all happen so fast, and it's already the second semester of senior year?
The school bell rang.
Lu Xu walked in through the front door, carrying a folder but no textbooks.
He stood on the podium, put down the folder, took out a magnetic sticker from the drawer, and stuck it on the blackboard.
White background with red lettering: "103 days until the college entrance examination."
Zhao Qihang's eyes widened.
"Holy crap, they've just gotten back and they already have a 100-day countdown rally?"
Several people nearby nodded in agreement.
Lu Xu leaned against the podium, arms crossed over his chest.
"This semester is your last semester of high school, and also the most crucial one. I don't want to preach to you too much; you all understand."
He glanced around and said, "Study hard, cherish the time you have left, and don't let yourself have any regrets."
The classroom was quiet for a while.
Some people lowered their heads, some stared at the blackboard, and some twirled their pens.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, looking at the line of words on the blackboard.
103 days.
He turned his gaze back and glanced to the side.
Xiao Yunqing sat upright, looking at the blackboard, her lips slightly pursed.
……
After school in the afternoon, the street across from the school became lively again.
The sound of gongs and drums came from the street corner, booming and clanging, as the lion dance troupe jumped around in front of several shops.
A red banner was unfurled, proclaiming, "New Semester Food Cards Now Available!"
There was a queue in front of the stall, including students from grades 10 and 11, as well as grade 12.
Xiao Yunqing stood behind the stall, holding a stack of cards, collecting money and giving change.
Song Huan helped move boxes, unloading them one by one from the bread cart and stacking them behind the stall.
The vice principal stood by the office window, looking at the bustling scene across the street, his expression not very pleasant.
He turned around, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and put it down.
The teacup hit the glass with a clink.
He walked out of the office into the long corridor, his leather shoes clicking on the floor.
Arriving at the principal's office, I knocked on the door.
"Come in." Fang Yan sat behind his desk, looking at some documents.
The vice principal went in but didn't sit down.
He stood in front of his desk and tapped his fingers twice on the edge of the desk.
"Principal, that food vending machine across from the school has started operating again this semester. The noise and commotion are bad."
Fang Yan looked up at him and asked, "What impact?"
The vice principal paused for a moment, then said, "Schools are places for learning. If the area outside looks like a temple fair, how can students concentrate on their studies?"
Fang Yan closed the file, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Didn't we work on it for a whole semester last year? The grades didn't seem to drop."
The vice principal opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He thought for a moment, then spoke again, "Old Fang, we've known each other for so many years, so I'll be frank. That little shop on campus is run by my relative, you know that. Ever since this food card came out, business has plummeted. They're losing tens of thousands of yuan a month."
Fang Yan looked at him without saying anything.
The vice principal gritted his teeth. "Old Fang, didn't you say last semester that this food alliance was going too far? One student making money off the whole school, what kind of nonsense is that?"
Fang Yan spoke calmly.
"This student has been in the newspapers twice, and someone from the Education Bureau has put in a good word for him. How can I possibly do anything about him?"
"But……"
"But what 'but'? Do you even know who his father is?" Fang Yan said coldly.
The vice principal was completely stunned. "He has connections?"
"Let me tell you, his father is Song Wentao! Song Wentao, a member of the district party committee standing committee and head of the district propaganda department!"
The vice principal was dumbfounded.
Fang Yan snorted coldly, "Do you even remember which row you sat in and which row others sat in when we went to the district government meeting two years ago?"
The vice principal's face went from white to red, then from red to green.
Fang Yan picked up the documents on the table and continued reading. "Go back and tell your relative to figure out a solution himself and not to come to me."
The vice principal stood there for a few seconds, then turned and left.
The door closed.
Fang Yan put down the document, took out a gold card from the drawer, and examined it closely in his hand.
It's not the printed gold; it's real gold, metallic, reflecting light.
Fang Yan flipped the card over; on the back was printed a line of small print: "Permanent Honorary Member".
24k pure gold.
Fang Yan's lips curled up slightly.
It's not that I don't want to get involved.
He has powerful connections, and he's given too much!
……
The crowd at the school gate gradually dispersed.
The drums and gongs stopped, the lion dance troupe packed up their equipment, loaded it onto their vehicle, and drove away.
Most of the cards on the stall had been sold, and Xiao Yunqing was counting the money, smoothing out each card and stacking them together.
Song Huan squatted down beside him, holding a bottle of water in her hand. She took a sip and screwed the cap back on.
Xiao Yunqing put the counted money into the bag, zipped it up, stood up, and dusted herself off.
"How much did you sell today?" Song Huan asked.
"More than eight hundred sheets." Xiao Yunqing handed him the bag.
"More than a week more than last semester."
Song Huan took the bag and stuffed it into her backpack.
……
After evening self-study.
The two walked out of the school gate; it was already dark.
The streetlights were on, casting the shadows of the two people on the ground.
The evening breeze was a bit chilly, so Xiao Yunqing pulled her collar up to cover half of her face.
"Let's go home."
She turned and walked forward, her ponytail swaying under the streetlights.
Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets.
After taking a few steps, Xiao Yunqing suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Song Huan, you said 103 days, is that enough?"
Song Huan looked at her.
The streetlights shone on her face, making her eyes appear very bright.
"enough."
He said, "It's enough to learn a lot."
Xiao Yunqing looked at him for two seconds, then turned back and continued walking.
My steps became a little lighter.
Song Huan followed and walked beside her.
"What if we don't get into the same university?" Xiao Yunqing's voice was very soft, half of it carried away by the wind.
Song Huan did not answer.
After taking a few steps, he spoke, "No, you'll definitely pass the exam."
Xiao Yunqing turned to look at him. "You trust me that much?"
"It's not about believing in you, it's about believing in me."
Why?
"Because a good teacher produces outstanding students."
"Get out!"