When Teacher Yu announced before school that I would be serving as a member of the sports committee, there was an uproar in the class (friendly reminder: not Gong Caicai's big wave).

Some of the simple expressions of concern are:

"Hey, doesn't it matter if someone like him is on the class committee? He even has to bully his childhood sweetheart Xiaoqin! ”

"yes, yes! If you want to be a sports committee, maybe you will come up with some bad idea, right? ”

"It's a little weird, though...... It's not unusual for Teacher Yu to be coerced by Ye Lin, but why doesn't the class leader care? ”

There are also some who are upset about Niu Shili:

"Why don't you let Brother Niu go! Brother Niu won't lose to anyone! ”

"But isn't Niu Shili already the representative of the physics class......

"Part-time! Isn't Gong Caicai also a member of the study committee and a life committee? Even if you need to add another men's sports committee, it won't be Ye Lin's turn! ”

"That's right! Support Niu Shili and defeat Ye Lin! Against political shady! We call for a referendum! ”

Of course, there are also people like Gonggong Cao, who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic:

"Well done master! With your support for everyone, we will be able to walk sideways in the twenty-eighth in the future! ”

"Huh, that sounds reasonable, huh? Is it not clean for other classes to fight in groups, is it the sports committee that takes the lead? Our sports committee is a woman, and we have been laughed at by other classes, if Ye Lin is such a capable person as a sports committee......"

"How many times a year can you get into a group fight? But in the future, as long as we mention who the sports committee of our class is, no one will dare to rob us of the sports venue! ”

Niu Shili, who is in the center of the maelstrom and is considered a strong contender for the position of sports committee, has not publicly expressed any opinions, and I just have a gut feeling that he hates me more than before.

Xiaoqin, on the other hand, was a complete outsider, and when she heard that I had suddenly become a sports commissioner, her eyes flashed wide, and she didn't understand how this would affect my future school life.

"Ye Lin, Ye Lin! weishenme four-eyed field chicken classmate looked at you with a very terrible gaze? ”

Don't give people nicknames, okay? Although Niu Shili is four-eyed, it is true, but he is strong and strong, how can he be described by a field chicken (frog)? At least it's a bullfrog!

As for the reasons why Niu Shili doesn't like me, for example, my physics score in the midterm exam is one point higher than his, and I compete with him in pull-ups in physical education class, and now I have become a member of the class committee, and the sports committee seems to be closer to the power core of the class committee than the class representative, and at least more work will be assigned to me.

Specifically, to act as a coolie, to carry shot put, barbells and hurdles in the sports equipment room?

"Will Ye Lin join the class committee?" Xiaoqin tilted her head and made a serious thought about the problem, "I heard that the class committee seems to be called the eagle dog of the imperial court?" ”

Huh? Don't look at the fact that you haven't been to school for a few years, but you sum it up pretty well, huh? However, I am not interested in being a lackey of the eagle for the school leaders, and Shusha has already taken the position of the eagle......

Wait a minute! Isn't it too hasty to casually assign the eagle to Shusha? Isn't that the only dog left to choose from? Why was I, a powerful iron-blooded lone wolf, tamed by Shusha as a useless watchdog? Don't underestimate people! Can you afford to keep a wolf? If you can't feed it, the wolf will eat people!

I thought that serving as a sports committee would be a very big challenge for me, and the former black sheep suddenly became the one who maintained order, which was like a big change in Shuibo Liangshan being recruited by the imperial court.

I never thought that this change was nothing compared to the turmoil I was about to face.

In retrospect, the real time point of this event that changed my fate should have happened last Friday, that is, the day before Xiaoqin and I went to the movies.

It was a very ordinary day, I just forgot Xiaoqin's school uniform, sneakers, and underwear at my house, covered it with a three-layer black plastic bag, and carefully returned it to her.

"That...... Actually, you don't have to return my underwear to ......"

I vividly remember that at that time, I hit Xiaoqin's behavior hard with a disgusted expression.

The only thing that is a little unusual is that Gonggong Cao came to me on behalf of Director Cao and asked me if I would like to play the role of Jinling's evil youth in the micro-movie "Bloody Battle of Jinling" - anyway, the current actor "Melancholy Brother" Wu Sheng was selected by Director Cao according to my appearance at that time, not to mention playing in youth, there is no problem with wearing makeup and directly pretending to be him.

The reason why Director Cao has this idea is because although Brother Melancholy's acting skills are not bad, he has no muscles on his body, and he always feels that there are shortcomings for a kung fu film.

I always feel that Director Cao still hasn't given up on the idea of making me a ** actor, and I am deeply skeptical of his so-called "I want me to show my muscles", and no one can guarantee that the place where Director Cao wants me to show my flesh is a play or a bed scene.

Seeing my lack of interest, Father-in-law Cao said something that makes me think about it very strangely now:

"Your Excellency, don't talk to death! This kind of opportunity is something that some people want but can't get! You think, if the audience is willing to praise you, you will become an international superstar in the future, can't you eat and drink spicy food, and be angry with those who were not good to you in the past? ”

"Who's treating me badly?"

"That...... Disciple, I just said casually, don't be angry, I think, master, if you become famous and make a fortune, won't your conscienceless old lady who went to the United States regret it? ”

I admit that I was in a state of mind and felt that the future that Grandpa Cao had sketched for me was quite worth looking forward to.

In fact, I don't necessarily have much emotional hatred for my biological mother who abandoned me, because I haven't loved her, so I can't talk about how much I hate her. My father had more reason to hate her, but that useless, often drunk father was probably still in a corner of my heart, leaving an inviolable holy place for my biological mother.

By the way, I don't even know what my birth mother's name is.

My dad may have mentioned it to me, but I forgot.

Maybe I'm not good at remembering people's names in the first place, or maybe I forgot them on purpose.

I don't think I care about her, except for bringing me to this shijie, her life has nothing to do with me, it's like the meaning of being pregnant for ten months, just to make our biological mother and child fate end here.

But today, Grandpa Cao suddenly mentioned her, and I found that I still cared about her a little bit.

At least, for a moment that couldn't have been shorter, I fantasized about letting her know through the screen as a tool that my father and I were doing well and that I could live well without her.

On Friday, casually mentioning this woman who abandoned her husband and children seemed to be a very unlucky omen.

But at that time, I didn't notice that Feng Lang was about to dock, and after dinner at home, I still routinely talked all kinds of nonsense at the rice cooker (which had a bug) left by Xiaoqin, making my father think that I had a cerebral convulsion.

Then Amy called me.

She first blamed me for not personally sending Obama back that day (because I had a meeting with the class leader who was following the hooligan), and then asked me if I had broken up with Xiaoqin, and then Zuihou mentioned that she had called me for the real purpose of running out of Bible practice checkbooks, and she needed a new one.

Not only is it a problem of running out of stock, but the original date for checking the practice script was set on Saturday, but this time because Amy's mother had to negotiate a contract on Saturday, so the inspection was brought forward to Friday.

In advance? You didn't say it earlier! Look what time it is! Nima is almost nine o'clock in the evening now!

Didn't your mother always ask you to fax your scripts at 10 p.m. (10 p.m. in China happens to be 10 a.m. in the United States)? There's only an hour to prepare, so I'm going to find someone to copy it for you!

And with the current relationship between you and Xiaoqin, if she knew that copying the Bible was a favor for you, she would definitely turn around and stop doing it!

"I don't care! Anyway, the valet is responsible for figuring out a way! ”

Amy seems quite upset that I didn't break up with Celery.

At that time, it was not a few days since I used Amy's credit card to help Brother Gang pay for his medical bills, and I was completely in a state of "eating people with short mouths and short hands with people", so even if Amy was very fierce to me, I had to help her with this.

But time is so short! If you count my taxi ride to Qingzi School Park,I only have less than half an hour left.,In half an hour,Where can I find a scribe who is about the same level as Xiaoqin?

After thinking about it, I had to use my father's knife to kill chickens.

As I said before, Dad's pen writing is good enough to earn foreign exchange for export.

So in order to make the practice script more believable, I asked my father to write with his unaccustomed left hand, and told him, "It's better to imitate the level of a sixth-grade girl." ”

My dad asked me very strangely, but because I didn't often ask him to do things for me, he said yes.

But he didn't write so happily.

Seeing how hard my father was writing, I realized that the calligrapher deliberately wrote badly, which was as difficult as it was for me to write well.

My dad was sweating profusely because he had made his face distorted in order to write badly, and when Zuihou handed me the finished product, he was already tired and sitting on the sofa panting.

It's still better than mine.

Even if you are using your left hand, even if you want to write in an ugly way.

Especially when I write a few pages of zuihou, occasionally there are a few words that are exactly the same as my father's right hand, and the pen is strong and powerful through the back of the paper, so handsome that it is not good.

Let's hope Amy's mom won't take it so seriously, right? The first few pages can still be confused.

And even if this little trick is exposed, how serious can the consequences be? At most, Amy was scolded, and from then on, she could only practice calligraphy by herself honestly, right?

It turns out I couldn't have been more wrong.

This shijie is also ridiculously wrong.

For a long time to come, I had to fight my own mother.

She is as ruthless as the snow and ice of Alaska, she knows the dark side of humanity, she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, and when she moves towards her goal, she has no unnecessary hesitation in her heart.

Pity and sympathy never appeared in her dictionary at all.

She will take advantage of anything she can, even if it is the love that others have for her.

She rewards loyalty and punishes betrayal, but she will not love, she will never love anyone but herself.

She should be the one that my father hid in the old photo album, a woman wearing a wedding dress with a proud expression, and she should be the culprit who hurt my father's heart.

I couldn't help but remember the name of this terrible enemy—her name was Eva Shukyo.

She's me, and Amy's biological mother.