"Class 18 of high school, hurry up! Over there, which class? Why are you making a fuss?" At half past seven o'clock in the morning on Monday, accompanied by the well-known "March of the Athletes", Zhou Haiyun stood on the high platform of the playground of the 18th Middle School, holding a microphone in his hand, and commanding the students who walked out of the teaching building with full energy, and the scene was quite majestic and majestic.

Qin Feng moved a chair and sat on the rooftop, looking down at the crowd below, but what he was thinking about was a very boring thing.

When I bragged with Wang An a few days ago, the numbers were not calculated well.

The eighteenth middle school is a broken school, the junior high school and the high school are all combined, and there are only about 3,000 people in the sky, so the number of more than 10,000 is pure nonsense, and it is almost the same to include all the bear children in the two nearby elementary schools.

Shaking his head, Qin Feng suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly to Wang Yanmei downstairs, asking her to turn off the stereo in the store first, otherwise she would wait for the school radio to stop later, but she was still playing pop songs here, with the urine sex of the group of old fart children in the eighteenth middle school, maybe she would have to sing "Ten Years" in unison. In case Haiyun starts to rush to tear up, it doesn't matter if he ruins his mood, but if it affects the business, the degree of pain will be intense.

As soon as Qin Feng's singing stopped, the sound of the radio on the other side of the wall came to an abrupt end.

In the school, Zhou Haiyun patted the microphone and began to routinely talk about things and find things to do. Qin Feng's side was noisy and disrupting the school's morning meeting environment, and the guests at twenty or thirty tables were talking loudly and quietly about their respective topics. Zhou Haiyun couldn't manage this situation, after all, the guests were eating in the store, and she couldn't come to tell all the old and young masters to shut up.

Qin Feng sat on the rooftop for a while. After looking at it for a long time, I couldn't find where Su Tang was, so I shook my head helplessly. I got up and went back to the house.

Now Wang An went home to sleep, this time in the morning. The second floor is occupied by Qin Feng.

Walk up to the sofa and sit down, and on the coffee table is a thin set of atlases, all of which are intended for registration. This album was brought by Wang An from someone's company when it was almost five o'clock yesterday afternoon, and the meaning of the registered agent was to let Qin Feng hurry up and get an idea, so they could hurry up and go up the program. However, Qin Feng was out with Su Tang at the time, and when the little couple came back after being chic, the time was already more than 9 o'clock in the evening. The main matter of choosing a logo was delayed overnight.

There are only 10 pictures in the album, and each picture is full of annotations, what the circle represents, and what the fork means, which is very complicated. Qin Feng indifferently turned over page after page, and actually felt that it was almost the same to choose whichever he chose, anyway, he didn't have that much ambition to make the skewers a well-known brand in the country. The key is that as long as the signboard of "back alley kebabs" is in his hands, taking a step back, even if his ambition swells up one day, the logo can be replaced.

"I'll talk about it when my uncle comes back in the afternoon. ”

Qin Feng stuffed the atlas that had been flipped through several times under the coffee table. Then he stood up, walked to one side of the wall, and looked at the "study plan" on the wall. This form was just written out by Qin Feng in the morning. It's like a class schedule that stipulates how much time you must spend studying each day. and what must be learned in each time period.

At the moment the courses on this table are very simple, from Monday to Friday. Spend 3 hours each studying math in the morning and afternoon, and another 2 hours in the evening to review English. On weekend mornings, I doubled the Chinese and comprehensive textbooks I received from No. 5 Middle School. It doesn't seem like much intensity, but if you want to stick to it meticulously, it's actually a test of perseverance.

Qin Feng waited silently within the eighteenth middle school, and Zhou Haiyun's voice stopped.

As soon as the class bell rang at 8 o'clock, Qin Feng and the students inside started the class.

Speaking of which, today is a very important day for individual students in the eighteenth middle school, and the senior high school students are the same, and I don't know how many points Su Tang Nannizi can score this time.

Qin Feng adjusted the time by himself, studied for a while, stopped for a while, got up and exercised twice in the middle, felt that it was almost over, and then continued to sit back and bury his head in the topic.

At half past eleven, the school's school bell rang, and Qin Feng suspended work.

The results of this morning are not fruitful, and there is not much growth in more than 3 hours, but Qin Feng is not in a hurry, the review of high school is like this, the progress is always very slow at first, but the knowledge points are mastered in the back, the amount of questions has gone up, and doing the questions is just like playing, as long as you don't encounter the kind of perverted big questions that deliberately divide the national IQ, but any student who has studied seriously will basically have one or two times, and there is a heroic feeling of "Lao Tzu can't do anything" in his heart.

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When Su Tang put down the pen, her stomach was already rumbling. This mock exam was arranged very tightly, with one Chinese and one mathematics in the morning, and comprehensive literature and English in the afternoon, which was completed in one day, which not only tested mental power, but also worked hard for physical strength. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the exam, the top floor of the entire teaching building screamed in unison. Su Tang is also used to it, anyway, whether it is a big exam or a small exam, after every exam, these classmates of hers all react in this way.

After Xie Zijun handed over the paper, he said to Su Tang with a sad face: "I will only ...... half of the next 6 big questions."

Is it that hard?

Su Tang, who seemed to be playing extraordinarily today, turned his head to look at his tablemate, and happily sprinkled a handful of salt on Xie Zijun's wound: "I'll make 3 dishes!"

Xie Zijun opened his mouth and shouted: "It's unreasonable, you have such big breasts, you can still have brains!"

Caused the class to burst into laughter.

Liu Yajing walked over from the other side of the classroom at this time, and said unashamedly: "Don't talk about Su Tang's breasts, if I am hungry, my chest and brain will shrink together, hurry up and go to the cafeteria to eat!"

Xie Zijun muttered weakly: "It's past 12 o'clock, do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat swill?"

Su Tang couldn't stand the two, so he pursed his mouth in disgust, picked up his schoolbag and said, "I'm going home." ”

"Wait a minute!" Liu Yajing suddenly stopped Su Tang.

"What's wrong?" Su Tang looked at her strangely.

Liu Yajing asked loudly: "Su Tang, do you deliver takeaway in your store?"

As soon as these words came out, dozens of eyes in the class were all fixed on Su Tang in an instant......

A few minutes later, Qin Feng received a call from Su Tang-

"Qin Feng, can you deliver takeaways?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want 16 servings of fried noodles, 18 servings of fried noodles, 8 servings of egg fried rice, 5 servings of fried ravioli, and, can I deliver seaweed soup?"

"I'll try to ...... as much as I can" (To be continued......)