Life is like chess, I am willing to be a pawn......

Slow in action, who has ever seen me take half a step back?

Some changes are instantaneous.

Shen Lang is like this......

After he heard this sentence by chance, his whole body trembled as if he had been washed by the aura, and he even felt that the blood in his body was surging......

So under the encouragement of this sentence, Shen Lang not only worked in college, but even found a job as a salesman in a decoration company after graduating from college......

He works hard!

It is exaggerated to the point that it almost abandons the entertainment that young people should have!

He is bent on having his own decoration company in a small city, and if he can, he even ambitiously hopes that his decoration company can become the first in a small city, or even go public!

That's his ambition!

Hard-working people, the sky does not bear, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu!

After three years of hard work, he finally saved enough money to open the first decoration company in his life, and after a year of painstaking management, various attempts to reform and introduce talents, the decoration company finally from the beginning of the debt of 100,000, to the debt of 500,000, and a year later, the company was finally sued by many creditors to the court, and even caused a wave of debt collection in the local area, Shen Lang also appeared on TV under the attention of the public, and saw Shen Lang talking eloquently on TV, Shen Lang's parents were pleased to make a double pig's head cake for Shen Lang, so that Shen Lang couldn't help but shed happy tears。

After the hustle and bustle, Shen Lang became honest and mature......

At the same time, the dream of starting a business was shattered.

After receiving the beating of society and changing the high-spirited appearance of the past, he crossed the ......

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Life is like a dream......

In the end, it was a bamboo basket that was empty.

Braincase pain.

Call!

"Shen Lang, look at yourself, you are still full of alcohol, you haven't thought about your future?"

“......”

Shen Lang's head was dizzy, and he shook his head slightly, but he hadn't sobered up yet.

"Shen Lang, when you were a freshman and sophomore year, your grades in all aspects were very good in the class, and you were very attentive, Mr. Huang even told me that he intended to promote you and let you go to his friend's post-production group as an intern editor, but look at you now, ......"

“......”

Shen Lang felt that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the electric fan that was whirring next to him.

The wind from the electric fan was blocked by the counselor.

"How do you compare with the others? The entire 308 dormitory, you are the only one who has three subjects, when is this now, are you still in the mood to drink? The other three people have found their own positions, what about you? You haven't even been to a job fair!"

“......”

"You have to remember! You are a child from the countryside, what did you say when you came in as a freshman? You said that you came with a dream! You want to be a great director! Now, where is your dream? You are like mud that can't hold up the wall, you know? Do you really want to live like this for the rest of your life?"

“......”

Shen Lang raised his head.

After seeing the counselor Zhang Yazheng looking at herself with an expression of hatred that iron is not steel, she suddenly lowered her head in shame.

Ashamed, ashamed.

How can I not hold up to the wall with such mud?

While self-criticizing, he felt a hint of heat.

Why is this weather hot all of a sudden?

It's not summer yet, is it?

"Shen Lang, I'm sorry, I may have been a little heavy just now, there is still a month left for your last chance to take the make-up exam this year, if you don't grasp the opportunity well, you will be delayed until graduation...... Although it has nothing to do with me whether you pass the test or not, and it has no effect on me, the teacher still hopes that you can take responsibility for your life and does not want you to regret it in the future...... I think you can!"

Seeing Shen Lang's bowed appearance, Zhang Ya felt that her words might be a bit heavy, which would hurt Shen Lang's self-esteem, so she unconsciously lowered her voice......

The midday sun reveals the sweltering heat, especially when the air conditioner is broken, and this stuffiness affects people's mood even more.

Teacher Zhang...... I'm sorry!"

Shen Lang finally looked up at this beautiful counselor of the same age as himself, and exhaled deeply.

This is a good teacher.

But......

"Shen Lang, it's still too late to work hard, if you don't understand anything in your studies, you can come to me, I'm free at any time, your class is the first class I bring, I hope you can all have a good ......"

"Well, Mr. Zhang, I will work hard. ”

Shen Lang's expression became even more ashamed, and he finally took a deep breath and nodded.

"Well, that's good...... Go back and study, don't drink so much in the future, don't learn how to drink from other people's young people, you know? You are still young, and your time should be spent on serious things!"

"Good. ”

Shen Lang nodded, like a lost lamb, nodded and turned around and slowly left the office.

Zhang Ya looked at Shen Lang's background.

I don't know if it's under the sunshine, Zhang Ya seems to feel that Shen Lang seems to be reborn!

Just as Shen Lang was about to leave the closing door, Shen Lang suddenly stopped.

"Teacher Zhang?"

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher Zhang, the electric fan is a little dirty, I'll take it out and help you wash it, wipe it." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Ya looked at Shen Lang with a sincere face, turned around and bent down to unplug the socket of the electric fan, and said with a sincere smile that she wanted to help herself wash the electric fan, she felt a sense of relief in her heart.

Shen Lang, although he doesn't seek to be a little motivated, although sometimes he is like a rat poop in the class......

But the heart, at least a kind person.

The prodigal son turns back, and the gold is not exchanged!

"It can be washed in five minutes, and I used to wash the electric fan a lot. ”

"Well, then thank you in advance!"

"No...... This is what I should do. ”

Zhang Yamu watched Shen Lang leave the office with an electric fan.

Unconsciously looked at Shen Lang's results in various subjects.

She looked into the distance.

Perhaps, he needs a good instructor to teach him how to walk the road in the future.

He is a good seedling and a smart man.

Should I talk to Mr. Huang and ask Mr. Huang to give Shen Lang another chance?

Zhang Ya had such a thought in her heart.

It was at this time......

Little by little......

When Zhang Ya, who was sweating profusely, saw that half an hour had passed and Shen Lang had never been there, she suddenly had a bad premonition.

This electric fan is also washing too slowly, right?

Dismantled and washed the entire electric fan?

Just then, the office door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in, sweating profusely.

"Xiao Zhang, did you give the electric fan in the office to the students?

"What?

"No, just now a student carried an electric fan to the dormitory building, I saw that the electric fan looked like our office, so I asked, and then he said that you sympathize with his hard work, in order to encourage him, directly sent him the electric fan in our office?"

"What!"

in the office.

Silence, a silence so awkward that it seemed to suffocate.

The middle-aged woman's words were like lightning strikes, exploding fiercely in the depths of Zhang Ya's heart.

Zhang Ya was short of breath, and she felt like the world was spinning......

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Teachers are good teachers!

It's a pity that I'm not a good bird......

Blowing an electric fan with air conditioning, and then knocking on the precocious greenhouse watermelon, this uncle-like day can only be described in one word!

Refreshing!

Everyone packed up their things and went their separate ways.

Shen Lang is alone in the huge dormitory......

He alone dominated the beauty of the entire dormitory.

Can you be unhappy?

It was a very pleasant day and I enjoyed it.

Don't want to be motivated, rat, mud?

In Shen Lang's opinion, these words are not a big deal.

If you should enjoy it, you should enjoy it, and if you don't have the conditions to enjoy it, you can create conditions to enjoy it.

Crossing into this familiar and plausible world, Shen Lang felt that it was useless at all.

You said that it was enough to travel back to the time when you first went to college, and you could still work hard, but now you have traveled to a year before graduating from college......

He doesn't have any chicken specialties, and he even has a poor memory......

Ahem, chickens still have specialty.

In short, what can he do?

These subjects hurt my brain at first glance, and I am not very interested in the entertainment industry.

Can't get a diploma?

Then you can't mix it up.

The original world self has been inspirational for so many years, once the world knows about it, after experiencing the beating of the society, Shen Lang is already a waste material.

He was enlightened and knew that he was just an ordinary person.

What to start a business?

What ambitions?

To hell with it!

Enjoy it when you should enjoy it, in this life, that's it, who said that the traverser must dominate the world and be invincible?

Are salted fish unhappy?

Just when Shen Lang finished eating watermelon and was about to lie down for a while and play a few games to finish the rest of the college days, the door suddenly opened.

Three figures rushed in excitedly!

"Brother Lang, I'm resigning!"

“......”

"Brother Lang, I also resigned, quit, I'll follow you!"

“......”

"Grandma's, Brother Lang, I've already told Lao Zhang and them in the next class, let's go build the crew tomorrow! I fired the squid of the crew of "Reason to Go Home", this contract is really fucking inappropriate, and the person in charge also said that he would ban me? Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi! I will let that crew know that we will impress them......

The electric fan was whirring.

Shen Lang, who was nibbling on a watermelon, looked at a group of brothers who were boiling with blood and returning with luggage......

His heart fluttered!

And then......

He suddenly felt that the watermelon in his hand was no longer sweet, and the air conditioner with fan was not cool......