Chapter Fifty-Eight: On Donation Is Not Buying and Selling!
Entering the commissary, Ma Xiaodong generously sold a lot of food to his brother-in-law and sister-in-law, and the two little fart children couldn't close their mouths, and the brother-in-law and brother-in-law called it an intimacy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Hearing them call her brother-in-law, Ma Xiaodong was very happy, but Yun Feiyan didn't agree, if the two bear children went home and told their parents, wouldn't they be dead? Carrying two little ears to warn that you are not allowed to call it that way in the future.
Back at school, Ma Xiaodong saw his cousin bragging, but this time he didn't ask Ma Xiaodong to testify, mainly because when they came in the morning, some people did see him and Ma Xiaodong on the road on a new motorcycle.
As soon as everyone saw Ma Xiaodong coming, they immediately gathered him around their seats.
"Ma Xiaodong, did your family really buy a motorcycle?"
Ma Xiaodong nodded, "Well, I bought it." ”
"How much does it cost?" Although they are all children, they are now somewhat sensitive to the number of money.
"It didn't cost much." If it was Ma Xiaodong in his previous life, he might not be able to help but show off how good and expensive his family's novice was.
"Do you know how to ride?"
"Ma Xiaodong, how can his father let him ride?"
"That's it."
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Ma Xiaodong looked at a group of classmates chattering around him with a smile, but he could understand that no one in their class really had a motorcycle. It's no surprise that this is new.
But Ma Xiaodong knows, let alone motorcycles, now people in the city may have cars, and even if you go south, there are cars in the countryside, only this remote small place, a motorcycle will feel fresh, which makes Ma Xiaodong feel the backwardness of his hometown.
Ma Xiaodong clearly remembers that last year, the Songhua River basin suffered a once-in-a-century flood in 98, although the disaster was not very serious, but the school did not know where to get a batch of old clothes, and sent them to the students, and everyone felt quite fresh at that time.
Who knew that the school later organized another donation, everyone's donation of money, but it was not enough to donate clothes, Ma Xiaodong donated 1 yuan at that time and got an old red sweater, feeling as if he had lost money.
The bell rang for class, everyone returned to their seats, and the little girl blushed and asked, "Did you buy a motorcycle?" ”
Ma Xiaodong smiled and nodded, "Well, I bought it yesterday, I didn't know until I got home, do you want to sit down?" ”
"And will you ride?" The little girl really hasn't been on a motorcycle.
"Yes, I'll take you with me when I have the chance, okay?"
When the little girl heard this, her little head was anxious: "Mmmmmmmm "This girl has a big heart, and she is not worried about whether Ma Xiaodong will take her to the ditch.
In fact, Ma Xiaodong really rode a motorcycle to lead people in his previous life, it was when he was in the third year of junior high school, he once secretly rode his family's motorcycle to the town, and ran around the street with his classmates one by one, and once even took two girls, but he was upset. But the good times didn't last long, drinking classmates together at night, after drinking too much, riding a motorcycle broke my father's new car, the next day when my father came, I saw the half-crippled new car, the first thing I did was to ask Ma Xiaodong if it was broken, which made Ma Xiaodong's heart finally fall all night, and his father didn't hit him.
The morning class passed quickly, and when it was time to eat at noon, someone came to find Ma Xiaodong as soon as he finished eating. It's Zhou Wanquan.
"Ma Xiaodong, come quickly, Xu Qiang asked me to call you, those guys from Housantun are here again."
When Ma Xiaodong heard this brainless words, he was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, Zhou Wanquan said that the last three tuns are a brigade in the southwest of their side, and there are three tuns over there, all of which are about the same size as the Nancun on their side, so the population is larger than that of the Fushan Village brigade, and there is also a primary school there, and there are many more students than here.
Housantun, the reason why it is called Housantun, is because it is relatively close to the town. It is not far behind the town, close to the town, there are advantages, and naturally there are disadvantages, the advantage is that the economic conditions there are much stronger than Ma Xiaodong's small mountain village. The disadvantage is that the children there are relatively close to some of the little hooligans in the town, and they are contaminated with the atmosphere of hooligans.
It's like getting into a fight, dealing with people, smoking and drinking, dyeing your hair in a colorful way, and there's nothing that students don't dare to do. And these guys have a hobby, that is, they like to come to this small mountain village to brush up their sense of existence, and have a basketball game with Ma Xiaodong and them.
Ma Xiaodong: There is only one basketball in their whole school, and they can only occasionally meet it in physical education class. Naturally, the technology can't be compared with others, so every time you lose more and win less.
But they are unlucky in this life, to say that after Ma Xiaodong went to middle school, his grades may have declined greatly, and his video games are average, but basketball is definitely one of his specialties, and one specialty is singing, although his voice is not distinctive, but Ma Xiaodong can at least not be out of tune, which has always been what he was proud of when he was a child.
In my previous life, I was abused by these little gangsters, and after the abuse, I didn't say anything, and I was despised by others, and I had to avenge what I said in this life.
"Let's go, we'll meet them!"
Ma Xiaodong followed Zhou Wanquan to the basketball court, and saw several teenagers with colorful hair, smoking on the basketball hoop, and saw Ma Xiaodong coming, glanced at it, and continued to say his words, but he didn't care.
Ma Xiaodong looked at them and shook his head, this is the rebirth of the wild 'Kill Matt' in the previous life is relatively rare, and it will be more and more in two years, especially in a small township like theirs.
Coming to his classmates' side, Ma Xiaodong looked at it and couldn't help rubbing his head, he had a headache, there are a lot of people here, but if you don't even know how to dribble and are not familiar with the rules, there are only four or five people left, barely enough to make up a team, and it's no wonder that they are abused like dogs every time they play basketball.
Ma Xiaodong looked at their colorful hair, plus all kinds of iron chains and skulls hanging on their bodies, and they walked with their heads shaking their heads, and muttered in his heart, 'Such people are not ghosts or ghosts, don't parents care about the family?' ’
"How's it going? Are you ready? If only it was good, let's get started! Let you serve first. A yellow-haired man swayed in front of Ma Xiaodong and asked in a dignified manner.
Ma Xiaodong glanced at him, "Then let's start!" ”
Saying that, Ma Xiaodong wanted to arrange the tactics, but after thinking about it, he just told everyone, "Try to give me the ball when the time comes." Everyone nodded, and everyone began.
The duel between the two village-level primary schools is a little informal, and there is no referee. However, since people let themselves kick off first, although they knew that it was contempt for their own group, Ma Xiaodong was not polite.
The one who served was Xu Qiang, this guy was the only one in the class who was the same age as Ma Xiaodong, both of whom were 14 years old, because of his strength, ordinary people couldn't hit him.
Xu Qiang glanced at it, the classmates in the class were all blocked behind him, and he had no chance to catch the ball, Ma Xiaodong ran farther away, he was afraid of making a mistake in passing, so he didn't dare to pass. At this time, Liu Wanjie, the big fat man in the class, turned around flexibly, and the little yellow hair guarding him was knocked into a stumbling position, and a gap appeared.