Cheng Yelan doesn't remember how many times he was "......", I wiped it, at most I said that this semester is over, he is good, and he has been his student all his life, your face, compare ...... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

Cheng Yelan's anger calmed down a little, in fact, although his grades were very bad, he really hadn't taken the penultimate test, because the dozen or so bars in the bottom were actually at the same level as him, and some stupid people were not as good as him, so the "throne" in the last place naturally couldn't take his turn.

"Well," he said, "then wait until the holidays, and I won't force you if you don't." ”

"Okay." Song Qiguang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Cheng Yelan, who returned to the classroom alone during the evening self-study, opened the book but suddenly couldn't read it, and couldn't help but think about the various scenes on the court in the afternoon, and couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, he was unexpectedly unable to compare with that person in any aspect.

Alas......

But overall, his life is still very good, I feel a lot more fulfilling than before, he will eat with Zhuo Yang or other classmates and friends every dinner, and he will go out to play together on Sunday afternoons, the girl surnamed Zhuo always said that he is too cold to himself now that he has a new love, and also said that he is really a standard good student now, not only going to class on time every day, but also not even fighting.

Cheng Yelan is too lazy to say anything about that cold nonsense, but when it comes to causing trouble, he used to always find someone to fight because he wanted to be the boss, and he could also find a powerful person to try his skills, but now he doesn't care about those false names at all, and he already has something he pays more attention to in his heart.

But when it comes to this "good student", he also feels that his recent days have been too conformist, he should go to school and leave school, as if he didn't dare to violate the school rules, this life should be a little creative and adventurous, and it's too boring to live the same life every day.

Miss Cheng's "breakthrough" occurred on Wednesday of the following week, that night Song Qiguang saw a guest come in and took the menu to prepare for the reception, and when he looked up, he saw a smiling face that had no good intentions but was still good-looking, and showed a small tiger tooth. He still greeted him, but he really didn't know how to feel.

"I said, why are you here?" When he came to the man, he asked in a low voice.

Cheng Yelan didn't answer, he looked up and down curiously, although he had known that he was a waiter here, but it was the first time he saw him wearing this uniform, well, it is good to look good, no matter what kind of clothes can wear another temperament, this person does not look like a waiter, but a bit like a performer at a concert.

"I said," Cheng Yelan raised an eyebrow at him, "Is this what you should say to the guest?" Aren't you afraid I'll tell you the manager to let him kick you hard? ”

"......" Song Qiguang had to make a respectful gesture, "Guest, please." "While leading the person to the innermost seat.

There are not many guests now, but there is only this idle table left, Cheng Yelan sat down and Song Qiguang handed him the menu, "You see what you want to eat." ”

Cheng Yelan had naturally had dinner at this time, so he casually flipped through it to see if there were any snacks, and then beckoned to another idle waiter, "Come on, come here." ”

"......" Song Qiguang stood aside speechlessly, and the man came over and asked Cheng Yelan, "What do you command?" ”

Cheng Yelan handed him the menu, said a few things he wanted, and motioned to Song Qiguang, "Tell your manager, let him eat with me, and add more ...... to the bill A thousand bucks. ”

"Okay."

He left, Cheng Yelan looked at the person who was still standing on the side, and pointed to the position opposite him, "Come on, sit down, I spent all the money, you have to give some face." ”

Song Qiguang took a deep breath, really summoned all his patience to control the fire, and sat down in that place.

"Actually, I originally wanted to give you five thousand, but you must not want to," At this time, the waiter had already sent a pot of tea and two teacups, and Cheng Yelan filled the two cups, "so it can only be one thousand." ”

Song Qiguang was really convinced by the "............

He is not afraid that the guests here will follow suit, and when he is gone, another "gold master" will come up and give him a lot of money to accompany him, because this kind of thing must be based on the will of the waiter, otherwise it is useless to have any money.

"So what are you here for, aren't you supposed to be in class now?" Song Qiguang reluctantly took a sip of the cup.

"Skipping class," the eldest lady said as a matter of course, "I often skip class, even my dad doesn't care about me, I come to see you if I have nothing to do, I feel that there is no point in working here." ”

Song Qiguang is too lazy to talk about the question of "......", work is not play, what is the use of meaning.

"Have you done all the homework you were assigned? I'm going to check it tomorrow, and if you don't be careful, I'll punish you for writing double. Song Qiguang's fingers tapped on the table.

Song Qiguang now leaves some homework for Cheng Yelan every night, that is, the exercises and workbooks at the back of the book, etc., the latter waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I promise to complete the task." ”

The dim sum of the two has been served, chatting while eating, Cheng Yelan feels that this day is really delicious, although their chef's bar is generally fried, but the dim sum is still very good.

After half an hour, he put down the dry cup, filled himself again, and asked, "What time do you usually leave work at night?" ”

"Ten o'clock," Song Qiguang saw that the dim sum on the table was almost finished, and said, "Do you want to have some more?" If not, I'll take you to meet someone. ”

"Who?"

"It's the chef you have always looked down on, I call him Brother Wen, he usually takes care of me, if you want to eat anything and your chef can't do it, you can find him."

Cheng Yelan nodded, "Okay." ”

Now there are no new guests, the dishes that should be served are all finished, the kitchen is relatively leisurely, Cheng Yelan used to accompany his father to the dinner when he was also curious to go to the hotel's kitchen, the kitchen area of this kind of place seems to be very spacious, there are many ingredients, plus several stoves, most of the people inside are chatting in twos and threes.

Song Qiguang took him behind a man who was talking to someone else and said, "Brother Wen, my classmate is here." ”

The man turned around, he looked to be in his twenties, and he still had a slight beard on his face, but he looked very delicate and upright, his skin was a little dark, but his eyes were very bright. Song Qiguang gestured to Cheng Yelan, "This is my classmate Cheng Yelan, this is Brother Wen." ”

"Hello Brother Wen." Cheng Yelan stretched out a hand.

"Hello." The man smiled and shook his hand.

"Yelan has eaten your dishes a few times, and I have always praised it, and I will often ask you to show your skills in the future."

"No problem, I'll do my best." Brother Wen said confidently.

The three of them chatted for a while, Brother Wen said that he wanted to make something to eat for Cheng Yelan, but Song Qiguang refused, and it was already nine forty o'clock, and it was almost time for them to leave.

"Okay, next time you come to my brother and invite you to dinner." Brother Wen patted Cheng Yelan's shoulder as he spoke.

"Then thank you, Brother Wen."

At ten o'clock, Song Qiguang changed his clothes and said goodbye to Brother Wen with Cheng Yelan, and when he arrived at the door, he asked the person, "How do you go home?" Take a taxi or have a driver pick you up? ”

"The driver is here to pick me up," Cheng Yelan said and stretched his arm, "but I asked him to pick me up at the street corner of your house, and I'll send you home first." ”

"Thank you then." Song Qiguang smiled.

That being said, in fact, Cheng Yelan has a sense of having nothing to say every time he walks through that dark alley, there are not many people on the street at this time, and that small broken alley is even more eerie like a ghost alley, he can make up a gust of wind blowing in his brain, and then his shoulder was patted, but as soon as he turned his head, no one behind him turned back, and there was a big sister with long hair sticking out her tongue and a bloody face in front of her, she was really drunk when she thought about it.

But then again, this was indeed the closest way to the man's house, and it would take ten more minutes to take any other way, and he didn't want his grandmother to worry.

Song Qiguang has always looked calm, and said to him, "Next time you want to come and see me, give me a call first, and I can also cook something delicious for you in advance." ”

"Okay," Cheng Yelan happily responded, "Do you have a mobile phone?" ”

"Yes." Song Qiguang said his mobile phone number.

Cheng Yelan took out his mobile phone and wrote it down, although it is normal for high school students to have mobile phones now, but he just felt that there was a magical sense of disobedience that happened to this person.

Before he could put his phone back, the person next to him suddenly reached out and stopped him, "Stop, there seems to be something in front." ”

"......" Cheng Yelan was startled, yes, something??

Song Qiguang would use a flashlight to shine on the road in front of him from time to time as he walked, not wanting to let him see a ...... not far in front of him. I don't know what it was, but the scene was very familiar, and it was pretty much what it looked like when he saw the people around him two weeks ago.

This time, the two of them walked cautiously together, and soon saw that it was also a person, lying on the ground with their backs to them, and there was still no blood around them, of course, they were not sure if it was a corpse...... Corpse.

Cheng Yelan subconsciously looked at the people around him, Song Qiguang scratched his head a little helplessly, but still made the same move as last time, turned the person over and stretched out his hand to test his snort, while he couldn't help but think in his heart, he never felt that this place was different from other places before, except that it was a little dark, but now he thinks that this place is "fierce" enough, what if he happens to be affected by an accident next time?

The light of the flashlight shone on the person's face, it was an unfamiliar face, and when the fingers were close to the nose, he could feel the heat, proving that the person was still alive, Song Qiguang thought about it, and rummaged through the person's body again, and found a mobile phone.

There were two missed calls on the screen, both of which were from the same number, the most recent one was half an hour ago, and Song Qiguang decided to go back to the person now.

The fainted man looked to be older than them, probably not a student, and it was best not to contact his parents rashly, as it was likely that he would be looking for him at this time.

The phone was quickly connected, it was a male voice, and the man opened his mouth and said, "Why did you call me when I fuck you, girl, how did you call me, how was the fight?" ”

Song Qiguang said, "Hello, the owner of this mobile phone is fainting now, can you come and pick him up?" ”

“…… Yes? The man was obviously taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Ah, okay, please wait a minute, I'll go over immediately." ”

I don't even need to ask for the address, it seems that I know that this person is here to cause trouble. Song Qiguang sighed, put the phone back in the man's pocket, and said to the eldest lady in front of him who hadn't said a word for a long time, "You go home first, I'll wait here for a while." ”

Cheng Yelan didn't think of what he should say until this time, "Ah, it's okay, I'll wait with you." ”

He looked at the people on the ground again, smacking his tongue, "This is really a place of right and wrong, I have long known that some people like to come here to make trouble, you should change your path in the future, stay away, don't let them cause trouble one day and you will be hurt again when you meet them." ”

Song Qiguang smiled, "I don't think I should have such a little back, you see that these two times didn't hurt me, when I was really injured and then it was not too late to change paths." He gestured to the lying man, "You can help me lift him up and let him stand against the wall." ”

"Okay."

The two of them helped up the man together, the latter looked nearly a head taller than Song Qiguang, about twenty-two or three years old, dressed quite fashionably, his hair was specially styled, and some makeup was painted on his eyes.

The man was still in a coma and couldn't stand steadily, Song Qiguang had to continue to support him on the side, and after ten minutes or so, two men finally ran over in a hurry, one hurriedly picked up the man, and the other said to Song Qiguang and Cheng Yelan, "Thank you so much, I see that he hasn't answered the phone and thinks he's going to play." ”

"It's okay, that's what we're supposed to do." Song Qiguang said.

"Ah, so be it," said the man, taking two business cards from his pocket and handing them to the two men, "this is my business card, and if you have anything to do with me, come to me." ”

"You're too polite, then we'll take it, thank you."

"Okay, let's go first, see you another day." The man said and nodded to the two.

"Goodbye."

The three men left, Song Qiguang looked at the business cards in his hand, and the two who came behind were obviously dressed in the same style as the first one, and sure enough, the business card said that the place of work was in the McNugget Ballroom.

"That's good," Cheng Yelan said thoughtfully, "We can go and see it one day, we can also go there if we have a party or something once in a while." ”

"Alright, let's go, you should hurry home too." Song Qiguang said and put away the card.

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