An Ran naturally and honestly participated in a "long jump" project.

Originally, she was still a little worried, with her own bad level, eighty percent would eventually "participate" in the last place.

When she arrived at the arena, she found that there were really a lot of people like her who were forced to "participate".

She felt that she couldn't, in fact, there were more than her.

These "participants" stood on the sidelines of the arena, laughing at themselves amiably, and almost marked "Soy Sauce Party" on the number plate of their tracksuits.

An Ran's soy sauce played well, at least not as she had imagined to be the penultimate one.

There are other people who hit soy sauce and hit the penultimate one.

Naturally, there is no suspense in the answer.

Wu Zerong, who participated in the shot put project, is also.

After the teacher and the class leader learned about it, they only smiled bitterly, they were also mentally prepared for this kind of result, if it wasn't really no way, they wouldn't let Wu Zerong be dealt with. Xu Wei patted Wu Zerong on the shoulder, playing with a poor mouth: "It's okay, it's okay, it's good, it's also the first, although it's the countdown." ”

Wu Zerong was quite calm, and spread his hands: "Anyway, I tried my best, the focus is on participation, you said." ”

Xu Wei nodded helplessly: "Yes, yes, I said it." ”

In addition to participating in the competition, everyone had to sit on the edge of the playground for the rest of the time, collectively blowing the middle of October with a bit of cold autumn, shivering and shouting slogans.

One day the autumn blew down, and the class caught several colds.

After a noisy and roaring campaign, life is back on track again.

At the end of school on Friday, the sky was overcast, and the wind was strong, cool, whining.

When An Ran and Zhou Fanghua went home, it was the wind.

The cold and swishing wind came head-on, penetrated through the collar, exhaled, and the heartfelt coolness instantly lowered the body temperature by several degrees.

On the way out of school, the two people who have always chatted non-stop, all of them honestly closed their mouths, buried their heads, and stepped on the car without saying a word, trying to speed up the car as much as possible, eager to get home immediately, and drink two sips of hot tea with a good mouthful.

However, An Ran is not like Zhou Fanghua, she just goes home, and she has to take a detour to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

This bad weather is just the right time to buy some mutton, make some hot mutton soup, add some spicy powder, and after a bowl, the body will immediately warm up.

Before she could reach the market, the rain suddenly began to fall.

What's bad is that Enron didn't bring a raincoat and no rain today.

She had to take shelter from the rain in a small shop on the side of the road, hoping that the rain wouldn't last long.

It was a small grocery store, and the light inside was very dim, and it took Enron a lot of trouble to get used to it.

The old shopkeeper was sleeping soundly on an old chaise longue in the corner of the house, and a little black earth dog was tired at his feet.

"You didn't bring a raincoat?"

A slightly familiar voice came from a corner of the counter.

An Ran squinted slightly, looked in the direction of the sound, and found that there was another person in the room besides the old shopkeeper and herself.

Sure enough, it's an acquaintance.

Her tablemate, Jiang Jieyun.

He was dressed in a dark tweed jacket, leaning on the counter, almost blending in with the dim background of the room, his dark eyes seemed to belong to some kind of animal accustomed to lurking in the dark, there was a dangerous smell, a cigarette was in his right hand, the flame of the cigarette butt flickered brightly and flickered, the wind blew in through the half-open doorway, and the smell of wind and rain mixed with the smell of tobacco.

"Uh, yes."

An Ran didn't expect to meet him, let alone say hello to him, and he still said a suspicious nonsense.

He nodded, his thin lips seemed to rise upward, and the man got up from the counter, threw the cigarette on the floor, stepped on it, walked over to her, and stood in front of her.

The two stood face to face, and An Ran discovered that this summer, her body was not the only one entering a period of rapid development.

He was the same.

There had been no chance of standing face to face before, but now it was found that he was nearly a head taller than her, so that she had to tilt her head slightly if she wanted to look him in the eye and speak.

Not only did this difference in height make her feel a little tired talking to him, but it also made him look oppressed, especially when he stared at her with inexplicable eyes.

Fear can't be talked about.

She's not really a thirteen-year-old girl after all.

But it's true that I don't feel well and I'm afraid of getting into trouble.

She frowned slightly and took a step back, but didn't look away.

Jiang Jieyun gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled a little evilly: "Hey, classmate An Ran, how about we make a deal?" ”

An Ran didn't speak, just waited for him to continue.

Jiang Jieyun seemed to be amused by her reaction, glanced at her, and then continued: "To be honest, the food you cook is quite delicious, so be it, you help me cook in the future, I will satisfy you financially, if you have other requirements, I can also consider it within a reasonable range." ”

Enron was completely stunned.

She almost thought there was something wrong with her ears.

After a long while, she looked at Jiang Jieyun in front of her again and again, and found that this guy was still serious, without the slightest intention of joking, and only then did she confirm that this young master was indeed serious.

But she still couldn't help but ask stupidly: "Are you kidding?" ”

Jiang Jieyun pouted: "Of course not, do you think I look like such a boring person?" ”

Resemble!

In fact, An Ran really replied like this, but the only remaining bit of reason told her that it was better not to make trouble for herself.

She said something else: "Why? ”

Judging from his dress and speech, this young master is obviously not short of money in his hands, and he may even be quite rich.

Although she feels that her current cooking skills have improved dramatically compared to before, it is only compared to herself.

She doesn't think she's a chef.

Instead of hiring someone of her average level to cook, it is better to take the same amount of money, hire a professional chef seriously, eat whatever you want, have more tricks, and have a high level.

There's nowhere to throw away the money, right?

What's more, why did she hire him?

She really needs money.

But it doesn't have to be to the point of selling out part-time labor.

Besides, the price he said satisfied her, and to what extent was she satisfied?

Her biological age is indeed a child, but her soul is a real adult. She is also an adult who has worked in accounting, and hundreds of thousands of millions of money have flowed through her hands.