Chapter 63: High School Classmates and High School Life
High school classmates? Lu Wenchuan's eyebrows were raised, and he looked at Sang Yijia mentioning his former classmates, and his eyebrows were slightly gentle, and his eyebrows were wrinkled even tighter.
"He has a good relationship with you?" Lu Wenchuan can't help but be a little pantothenic.
Sang Yijia nodded, "Well, it's my high school tablemate, and I haven't changed it in three years." β
"Isn't it fateful?"
Lu Wenchuan snorted, but he pondered, I am afraid that the high school table is not as simple as imagined, and he should have different feelings for Sang Yijia, and then he said to the teacher that he would not change to the same table.
"I used to study at the No. 1 middle school in the city, what about you?" Sang Yijia doesn't want to talk about high school table peers anymore, and I'm afraid that the more I talk about it, the more I talk about it, if there are really high school table mates coming to the door, it will be full of loopholes, which will be bad.
Lu Wenchuan raised his eyebrows, "Like you, I studied in the No. 1 Middle School in the city." β
"Eh, that's the fourth year?" Sang Yijia calculated that Lu Wenchuan was four years older than the original owner, and he had indeed never seen it.
Lu Wenchuan shook his head and denied it, "I only read it for a year." β
βοΌοΌοΌβ Sang Yijia was puzzled, "Then transferred to another school?" β
"No, I'm in college." Lu Wenchuan replied truthfully.
Sang Yijia choked, looking down at the hawthorn he had eaten, which had turned yellow, and the hawthorn in his mouth seemed to be even more sour.
Like Sang Yijia, the audience in the live broadcast room was shocked.
[I studied high school for one year??? γ
γGoing to university??? γ
[You're only twenty-four years old this year, right? γ
[Kidding, right? γ
[What, I just want to know when I graduated from college, should I be eighteen years old to work at Shengchuang Technology? ] γ
[Mom, the youngest in the company. γ
[Did you turn eighteen that year?] γ
The live broadcast room is all discussed.
Yan Ningsi, who was in the car, looked at Sang Yijia and their live broadcast room with her mobile phone and couldn't help but be happy, "Why did you come out to work at the age of eighteen?" β
"Brother Lu graduated from college at the age of sixteen."
Bian He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Do you know Lu Wenchuan?" β
βοΌοΌοΌβ Yan Ningsi's eyes widened suddenly, "How can you know each other?" β
Then, Yan Ningsi replied in a low voice, "I don't know, but I've met a few times and heard of his deeds." β
"Hmm......" Yan Ningsi pondered for a moment, then said, "It's just that kind of other people's child, understand?" β
Bian He nodded, "Understood." β
"But Brother Lu is too powerful."
"He graduated at sixteen, so where did he go after that?"
Yan Ningsi shrugged, "Where else can I go?" Study abroad directly. β
"Come back at the age of twenty ......" Yan Ningsi almost slipped his mouth, now Lu Wenchuan's identity is a programmer of Shengchuang Technology, not the CEO of Lushi Group.
Yan Ningsi swallowed her saliva and stroked her heart with a slight sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't say the wrong thing.
Bian He understood, "When I came back to work at the age of twenty, if I stayed in Shengchuang Technology for four years, I did know a lot of people. β
"Uh-huh." Yan Ningsi nodded absentmindedly, and then went back to Sang Yijia's live broadcast, watching her eat hawthorn one bite at a time, Yan Ningsi couldn't help but swallow her saliva, a little greedy.
"How do you feel that hawthorn is delicious?"
In the live broadcast room, Sang Yijia was greatly shocked, and only calmed down after eating two hawthorns in a row.
And when she was about to take another one, her hand was blocked, Sang Yijia raised her eyes and looked, Lu Wenchuan calmly took the last hawthorn.
"You're eating too much."
"So?" Sang Yijia didn't know why.
Lu Wenchuan continued, "I see that you seem to be very delicious when you eat, can you give this to me?" β
"......" Sang Yijia tightened her eyebrows after a moment of silence, "Well, how do you say it?" β
"It really doesn't taste good." Seeing Lu Wenchuan's disbelief, Sang Yijia explained more clearly, "The entrance is sour, it is astringent, and the tip of the tongue will be numb." β
As he spoke, Sang Yijia stretched out her little pink tongue and spoke vaguely, "Look, it's red." β
"It's all numb."
Lu Wenchuan was stunned, looked straight at her tongue, and then looked at her white teeth, and only reacted after a while, silently shifting his gaze, "I feel that what you said is very novel, I'll try." β
Saying that, Lu Wenchuan didn't wait for Sang Yijia to say more, he took a bite, and the taste instantly filled his mouth, it was really sour and astringent, and there was a feeling that made the tip of his tongue tingle to the point of numbness.
In an instant, Lu Wenchuan's expression was uncontrollable for a moment.
Sang Yijia looked stunned, and when she looked at him again, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, "I just told you." β
"It's not tasty."
Lu Wenchuan didn't spit it out, but chewed slowly, and the hawthorn in his mouth was difficult to swallow after chewing, but despite this, Lu Wenchuan still swallowed it.
"It tastes okay."
Sang Yijia: "......"
There was a brief silence in the car, but the live broadcast room was very active.
[Looking at Lu Wenchuan's expression, is it really so unpalatable? γ
γFront! It's really hard to eat! γ
[This taste is not acceptable to ordinary people!] γ
[Hahaha, I think this challenge is quite interesting. γ
[I'm going to buy a little and give it a try.] γ
[This thing was actually bought to make sugar water.] γ
In the other car, Yan Ningsi was already laughing until she lay down, if it weren't for the limited space, Bian He thought she would definitely be able to roll on the ground.
Rolling on the floor with laughter.
Yan Ningsi laughed enough, got up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I can't do it, Brother Lu is really interesting." β
Bian He was also watching the live broadcast, "Brother Lu feels very special to Yijia, they knew each other before?" β
Saying that, Bian He felt wrong, and was busy adding an explanation, "Or did Brother Lu see Yijia before?" β
"Huh?" Yan Ningsi shook his head, "I don't know about this. β
"But before that, I hadn't seen Jiajia." Their circle is not so simple and easy to enter.
The first must have a certain strength in Beijing, and the second asset must be more than 100 million.
Tens of millions of assets seem too small in their circle, not enough to do a business.
Bian He said twice and understood.
ββ
At the same time, Sang Yijia took out a bottle of drink from the bag and handed it to him, "Take a slow." β
Lu Wenchuan just ate all the remaining hawthorn without changing his face, Sang Yijia looked shocked, and wanted to say that there was no need to force it, but Lu Wenchuan said that food could not be wasted.
Sang Yijia had no choice but to watch him finish eating silently, and then hand over the drink.
"Thank you." Lu Wenchuan felt that his sense of taste was not his own, and after taking a sip of lemon black tea, there was another burst of sweet and sour.
Lu Wenchuan felt that if he ate a few Chaotian peppers at this time, he wouldn't feel spicy.
"Just take it easy." Sang Yijia is used to this taste, she feels that there is nothing, but another kind of stimulation.
But looking at Lu Wenchuan's face, Sang Yijia was uneasy, thinking about how to remedy it, and Lu Wenchuan spoke.
"Can you tell me about high school?"
"I was busy with my studies before, and I didn't know much about life in high school."