Autumn is coming quietly, and the leaves have a yellowish smell.

People wear autumn clothes and pants to prevent the cold wind from pouring into the clothes, which will make people's hair stand up and make them cool.

Zhang Shang sat in the last row by the window, put his arms on the windowsill, looking down at the lively scenes on the campus, the autumn sports meeting.

Except for him, there was no one in the classroom. The rest of the students were in the playground, gathering in the class, sitting in scattered places, eating and chatting.

Probably, no matter how lively everyone’s life is.

But when you are alone, you will occasionally feel lonely.

Zhang Shang felt that his current mood should be described as "the flower of his heart fell into ashes."

There is no stimulation, no discomfort, just a sudden empty mind.

"Boom..."

There was a thunder sound in the blue sky and white sun.

The sky in the north is often shining brightly and clouds are sometimes blocking. The two phenomena change back and forth.

In the blink of an eye, the dark sky did not brighten anymore, but became darker, and dark clouds seemed to be about to cover the roof, and the air became dull.

Within a few minutes, the team in the playground scattered and sheltered from the rain in an emergency. The sound of stool feet bumping and noisy playful sounds came from far to near.

Seeing Zhang Shang alone, the classmates were accustomed to it.

The outliers in this class not only have hopelessly poor grades, but are famous so as to dominate the entire school, and their personality is even more quirky. Anyway, they are not very sociable.

In addition to his roommates, there are also front and back seats, and he has almost never had any interaction with others. In the class, he is "a writer" and doesn't like to take care of others.

"Zhang Shang, come to the office." Chen Qiwu glanced at the classmates who were returning to class, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Shang.

"Oh." He pouted, put his cell phone in his pocket, rolled off his cuffs, and walked out.

Chen Qiwu leaned against the desk edge, crossed his arms to his chest, and thought about it, probably thinking about how to speak.

"That..." Touching his nose, he said to Zhang Shang with some embarrassment: "The 50th anniversary of our school is coming soon. Are you not planning to have a few programs?"

"It's okay for you to let me eat, drink, defecate, and perform a show, which is an insult to the IQ of my classmates."

"Stop being fooled by me. You are a celebrity in our school. Your father even wore a pair of pants with the school leaders. You failed the exam in the past few months since the start of school. I have lowered the average score of our class so much. I have never made things difficult for you and have never trained you. Other teachers who teach you will report to me, and I will try my best to say good things for you."

He said a lot of words to lay the groundwork, and paused and said, "Teacher, am I good to you, right?"

"I really don't have any talent."

Zhang Shang smiled bitterly, spread his hands and was lazy all over. Anyway, he was just this skin, and I didn’t have food, rice, oil and salt.

"Look at you, at least, you are a charitable figure in Taigu's bravery. A celebrity who has been on TV stations. It's fine if you don't go to the sports meeting and don't attend the school anniversary. It's too unreasonable. Your father sent you to No. 1 Middle School to get you educated, actively participate in team activities, and cultivate sentiment. How can you do this?"

"..." I just watched you pretend to behave in silence.

Seeing that Zhang Shang's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, Chen Qiwu also knew that this child was different from others, and he was a child in society and was very fucked.

After thinking about it, he said, "Our school anniversary will invite the county leaders and let people from outside come in to watch it. If you come to a show, it will be so cool and majestic. If you have the opportunity to perform in front of the county leaders, you can do your best."

He persuaded with great sincerity.

"I really can't do it." Zhang Shangcai pulled his body and said with a silence.

"Then what you mean is...can't work?"

Before the refutation of the student Zhang, Chen Qiwu smiled and said, "Since we can't contribute... our school's funds are tight. Recently, in order to expand the campus, we owe the province 30 million yuan in loans and can't even pay the teachers' salaries. Then you have money to pay. This school anniversary depends entirely on your family's sponsorship fee."

“…”

Student Zhang's expression froze, it was his grandmother's trick!

"Well, Teacher Chen... In order to build roads for the county, my family has been selling everything recently, and the family has been invested in it, and even swiped a credit card."

He looked up at Chen Qiwu and smiled and said, "But... As an outstanding student in our school, we have no choice but to help the school..."

I took out the school uniform pockets, and in addition to my mobile phone, there was a stack of change, which was estimated to be only 100 yuan, so I put it on Chen Qiwu's desk.

"Teacher Chen, my family's assets are all in my pocket. That's all, if you want it, remember to put on a banner, advertise, and write the name of the sponsor during the school anniversary. If you don't want it, thank you for showing mercy and not emptying my house..."

Xiaobian, I fight with me, but in just two months, I can make the teahouse that was about to close down into full.

Chen Qiwu was a little stunned, his mouth wide open, and he just stared at Zhang Shang in a daze. He hadn't reacted for a long time.

He is a high school teacher who can't control the students in his class...

"Teacher Chen... Chen La is dead? If you are fine, I will go back to the class to study?" Zhang Shang pointed outside the door and said.

"Student Zhang, I'll collect the money."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Chen Qiwu quickly handed him a stack of fur notes on the table.

"Oh...Oh...Teacher Chen, don't be polite. This is not the money I give to you. This is the sponsorship fee I give to the school. You must give it to the school leader... You can't just take it with you."

While saying that, Zhang ducked his hand that stuffed money into his pocket.

"..." You mmp, Chen Qiwu's face was dyed like color.

If only such a little sponsorship is received, the principal would probably be able to open him...

Seeing that the head teacher was on the verge of getting angry, Zhang Shang stopped when he saw that he was ready, stopped dodging, stretched his pocket open, and pretended to come out of the door.

He said: "Oh, no, no, no...what are you doing? You're so kind."

As he said that, the money in Chen Qiwu happened to fall into his pocket... and then ran away.

"..." I was speechless for a long time.

Humph, I returned to work in the community, and my depressed mood improved for no reason. Even the depression that was overwhelming outside the window made me feel much more pleasing.

In fact, Zhang Shang understood that as long as the school leader spoke, it would not be so easy to retreat.

These people were all tricked by Zhang's father, and they thought his family was a money tree, or they were jealous of seeing the Zhang family make a fortune.

If you don’t pick some meat off from you, how can you bear to be able to have this friendship?

get out of class was over at 9:30 in the evening, and Zhang Shang and Wang Yongzheng walked towards the dormitory and their cell phone rang.

Although the school stipulates that no student is allowed to bring his cell phone, it seems that the page is not listed here... People who are watching are pretending to be blind.

Take out your phone casually, "Hey, Dad?"

"Oh, there are so many troubles in people's popularity..." Zhang Zhiwei sighed inexplicably, probably Yang Xin was also by his side.

"What's wrong with Dad?"

"Taisheng called me and said that he would come back to attend the 50th anniversary of No. 1 Middle School, and said that the school was short of money and wanted to find a sponsor." His words were full of excitement.

Zhang Shang was silent when he heard this.

Taisheng is the former principal of No. 1 Middle School and Zhang Zhiwei's fellow villager. He was promoted to the university two years ago and became the principal.

In the past, the Zhang family was poor, and Zheng Taisheng helped Zhang Zhiwei a lot. He helped a lot in life and economy, otherwise the teachers of No. 1 Middle School would have used him to rent it out.

And everyone is generous, and they keep accounts anyway, so they can sign as much as they pay. They go to school finance to collect money and often report over the money.

Zhang Zhiwei has gained a lot of benefits from it, and his favor is not too great.

Today, when you call me, no matter whether you have money in your card, you have to pay the money from No. 1 Middle School Celebrity College Celebrity.

It is hard to repay human favors, and no one in this world can escape them.

To put it bluntly, this matter is still Zhang Shang’s own problem.

Who asked you to instigate your own father to spend money on people? The 10,000 yuan a day was to knock the school leaders of No. 1 Middle School unconscious, to make your father vent his anger, but it also attracted a lot of trouble.

Children are far from experiencing the essence of wealth without revealing their own money.

"Dad, how is the road on Dongmenpo?"

"It's almost completed, and there are still some finishing projects."

"Is the money enough?"

"The final payment has been settled, and there are still hundreds of thousands in our account."

"Then give it a sponsor. Since Uncle Taisheng has already spoken, he can't refuse anything about this."

"Oh..." Zhang Zhiwei sighed again and said bitterly: "We have to be low-key in the future. My father loved bragging back then and owed too much favors. If one of them today and one tomorrow, no amount of money would be enough to defeat."
Chapter completed!