A thousand yuan is nothing more than a dozen chapters of 100 yuan bills, and there is no sense of déjà vu that is full of snow, but the bright red banknotes sprinkled on the ground still make people want to bow their heads.

Wen Xiaocheng doesn't have to bow his head at all, as long as he snaps his fingers, Chen Guo, Shi Jianfeng, Wu Xiaodong and others in the third and fourth classes of junior high school will pick up the money for him, and even the ground can be cleaned. But Xiaocheng didn't do that.

With his head down, he bent over, picked up all the banknotes one by one, and counted them together with the two and a half stacks in his hand, and counted them, a total of 3,700 yuan.

"I picked it up, is it mine?"

Zhang Peiyue didn't speak, his face was aggrieved and resentful, and his expression was exactly the same as when Xiaocheng was bullied before.

Thirty-seven banknotes, twisted into a fan, and a big mouth slapped on Zhang Peiyue's face with his backhand, Xiao Cheng's face sank all the time, "Are you rich?

grabbed Zhang Peiyue's neck and went downstairs, and before leaving, he threw a sentence to Lu Qi, who was standing at the door: "Lu Qi, our business is not over, you beat me, I will go to your father to complain after school this afternoon!"

The 2,500 that was falsely stolen, plus the 1,200 picked up on the ground, Xiaocheng didn't ask for a penny, and handed it over to Principal Fat Niu in front of Zhang Peiyue, as a subsidy issued by the school to extremely poor students—— in the name of Zhang Peiyue.

There are not many rich families in the town, and the most indispensable of the two is the extremely poor students.

came out of the principal's room, and ran to the rooftop with Zhang Peiyue in his hand, and slapped him with a big mouth before he spoke, and now he beat Zhang Peiyue, he didn't dare to fight back.

"Hate me?"

Zhang Peiyue didn't speak.

"You don't dare to fight back, I can understand it, but if you don't even dare to hate, I will look down on you!"

"Hate!" Zhang Peiyue said.

"Good. Xiao Cheng smiled, "It's good to know hatred, but how are you going to take revenge?"

Zhang Peiyue stopped talking again. Wen Xiaocheng, who dares to play with his life, is almost an inexplicable existence, he can't beat others in a group fight, and he is not an opponent alone. finally said that Lu Bawang made a move, but this is still the result.

"Do you see the 3,700 yuan just now? Your monthly pocket money can allow 37 extremely poor students to eat meat or buy a new schoolbag. Xiao Cheng seemed to remember his new schoolbag, and his expression darkened.

The joy that the new bag brought him, he will never forget, as if it were skate shoes that could jump out of the devil's steps on the ground.

The children of the poor are always particularly satisfied.

"You hate me, in fact, I hate you the same, you bullied me for two years, and I didn't let you go so easily, so teach you a way not to be beaten, spend money like I just did, and let the whole school think of you well, when I beat you, someone intercedes for you, you will be less beaten, when the whole school thinks that I beat you wrong, then our grievances are considered love!"

There is only one way to keep the poor from hating the rich, and that is to share your wealth. Many foreign tycoons understand this, charity can make a rich person become a noble person.

Xiao Cheng left and threw Zhang Peiyue on the rooftop alone.

He didn't care what the result was, if Zhang Peiyue really adopted his suggestion, then he wouldn't feel that he was so hateful, and his heart to beat him would be light-if he didn't open his mind, then continue to beat him! There were three years in junior high school, two years of bullying by him, and the remaining one year was to beat him every day and still lose his capital!

The grievances of the father's generation should disappear with Zhang Weihai's death, strictly speaking, this account cannot be counted on one of Zhang Peiyue's nephews. The rest is just the grievances that Xiaocheng has suffered in the past two years.

In the words of Wen Xiaodao, insignificant hatred.

However, hatred must always have a place to go, and forgiveness must need a reason.

......

All morning, Zhang Peiyue had been lying on the table, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Xiao Cheng occasionally looked ahead, but he didn't bother to care about him. The final exam is approaching, and the atmosphere in the class is also tense, and in those classes in the third year of junior high school, the dazzling countdown to the high school entrance examination on the blackboard is only in single digits, and the semester is about to end.

Classes, homework, make-up classes, exams, paper rolling, and finally graduation season. When they were students, most people were like marionettes, led by various course schedules and exams. A love letter from a girl in the same class or a smile from the school girl is cherished as a classic memory of youth.

In those years, certain things were taken as righteousness, and in those years, certain things were regarded as love.

In those years, those exams determined people's future and destiny, and in those years, the results determined our three, six, nine, and so on.

Xiao Cheng was no longer satisfied with the pediatric game of using mobile phone text messages to make Yang Liushan turn back, he walked straight into the office of the second year of junior high school, and said to the head teacher Kong Qingguo: "I want to change seats!"

Seating is one of the privileges of the class teacher, and it is important to be in the front row or in the back row, and who is arranged with whom. Generally speaking, the first two rows belong to the Xueba area, the representative figures are, of course, Yang Liushan and Liang Qinger, the third and fourth rows in the middle are the focus area, and the seats are not related to the household, but they are also more liked by the teacher, and the back row is basically the exile area, of course, in the eyes of students, the back row should be called the VIP rest area, and the current small achievement is in the corner of the back row.

The reason why this request was made was because Xiaocheng suddenly realized that he was qualified to sit in the school area!

The head teacher, Mr. Kong, frowned when he heard this, and he placed Xiaocheng in the back row not because he didn't like him, but because of his height. If you rank according to the results, Xiaocheng should at least sit in the focus area. Originally, when Mr. Kong was going to rearrange the seats next semester, he moved Xiaocheng to the front, but recently this kid's grades have come up, but his learning attitude is extremely improper, and he is playing with his mobile phone in addition to sleeping in class, so he dispelled this idea, after all, sleeping under the teacher's nose is too dazzling.

"Where do you want to go?"

Kong Qingguo thought about it, if Xiao Cheng wants to speak in the front row, then set up a special position for him, that is, the VIP seat next to the podium! Even if you can't control you, let you eat chalk ash with Lao Tzu!

"I want to share the table with Yang Liushan!"

Teacher Kong's eyes widened at that time: This is too blatant, right?

Yang Liushan's girl is liked by everyone, and the parents also specially explained that they were afraid that the child would fall in love with each other in adolescence, so they specially asked to arrange a girl to share the table, and now this kid is ...... You're too ugly!

"What do you want to do?" asked Teacher Kong vigilantly.

Xiao Cheng thought for a while, "Do you believe me when I say that I tutor Yang Liushan for the Olympiad?"

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