The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Gu Weimian raised his eyelids and said, "Listen to leaders speaking one after another? And then watch dozens of students line up to receive their awards?" Is there anything more boring than this? She rolled her eyes, "No." Jiang Jingchen took a deep breath and asked, "Would you rather paint the wall here?" Gu Weimian handed the brush to Jiang Jingchen, then stretched lazily, found a tree to lean against, and squinted his eyes: "You are the one painting the wall." Jiang Jingchen: “…” The man look...
Gu Weimian raised his eyelids and said, "Listen to leaders speaking one after another? And then watch dozens of students line up to receive their awards?"
Is there anything more boring than this?
She rolled her eyes, "No."
Jiang Jingchen took a deep breath and asked, "Would you rather paint the wall here?"
Gu Weimian handed the brush to Jiang Jingchen, then stretched lazily, found a tree to lean against, and squinted his eyes: "You are the one painting the wall."
Jiang Jingchen: “…”
The man looked at the brush in his hand. It was the first time in his life that he had ever held a brush to paint the wall.
With a calm expression, he handed the brush in his hand to the security guard beside him and said, "You brush it.
Without waiting for the security guard to speak, Jiang Jingchen took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the security guard.
The security guard took the brush but did not take Jiang Jingchen's money.
"I'll do it, no money."
After listening to Wu Dongli's words, he realized that he had wronged a good man. How could he dare to accept Jiang Jingchen's money at this moment? That would seem too shameless.
Jiang Jingchen snorted and was about to take the money back when Gu Weimian took it away.
Gu Weimian stuffed it back into the security guard's hands and said, "Take it. We still need to paint the wall. Thank you for your hard work in this cold weather."
Jiang Jingchen frowned and looked at Gu Weimian unhappily.
It's clearly the other party's problem, why should we give him money?
Gu Weimian knew what Jiang Jingchen was thinking. "Zhao Yueyun wanted to please her master by suppressing me. The others were just doing their duty."
She and Wu Dongli really shouldn't have written on the wall, but this matter could obviously have been resolved in a gentler and better way, but Zhao Yueyun chose the most radical one.
It was obvious that she did it on purpose.
Jiang Jingchen's thick black eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the coldness in his eyes: "You just let her do this to you?"
Gu Weimian smiled, "You just hold a grudge too much."
Jiang Jingchen glared at Gu Weimian, causing her to laugh even more happily, "She can't get anything she wants. What she thought was within her reach is nothing but illusions."
Gu Weimian sighed softly, "I still like Teacher Zhao very much. I hope she will continue to teach happily after today."
Jiang Jingchen looked at Gu Weimian with an indescribable look.
Gu Weimian noticed Jiang Jingchen's expression and raised his eyebrows, "Am I sincere about what I said?"
"Hehe... because she ignores you the most thoroughly and never disturbs your sleep?"
Gu Weimian slightly widened his eyes, with surprise in his eyes, "Ah Chen, I think I should give you a certificate of qualification as a younger brother."
He really understands her more and more!
Jiang Jingchen snorted coldly, turned around and left immediately: "Come if you want."
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The auditorium was bustling with people. Although each school had only twenty or so students participating in the competition, there were several hundred students from all the schools in Mingzhu City combined, filling the entire auditorium.
The students from Dechang Middle School attracted a lot of attention as soon as they appeared.
It's because their clothes are so uniform, all in small suits, with trousers for the boys and pleated skirts for the girls. They look energetic and impressive.
Most students from other schools dressed much more casually. After all, they were not attending classes in a school. Many people did not wear school uniforms but their own clothes, not to mention the uniforms that were obviously carefully prepared like those of Dechang Middle School.