No. 1 Middle School is a good school, at least as the only key middle school in the county, and the university admission rate is still guaranteed.

Standing at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but feel apprehensive in his heart. Hometown is not the name of a place, but a place where you can rely on your feelings. For Zhou Cheng, the place where his parents and relatives are is the real hometown.

Of course, Zhou Cheng did not go hiking, so naturally he would not have the feelings of taking his birthplace as a symbol after leaving home thousands of miles away.

Zhou Cheng came a little early, and when he arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, it was not yet time for the school to end school. The school gate was empty, and only the distant playground could still see the vaguely youthful figure.

Zhou Cheng is still very young, but whoever encounters Zhou Cheng's encounter will inevitably become less youthful and energetic. Taoism pays attention to peace of mind, but under the tranquility of the heart, it is inevitable to lose the vigor and vitality of young people.

Zhou Cheng saw a few stools placed in front of the commissary at the school gate, thinking that it was not appropriate to stand at the school gate all the time, so after saying hello to the boss, he sat on the stools and waited for the school to end. But he didn't care about the boss's disgusted appearance that he was about to catch up.

In fact, as long as Zhou Cheng buys a can of soda, the boss's face will look much better. But who called Zhou Cheng didn't care about the boss's face at all, nor did he care about the sophistication of the people in it. Even if he knew, Zhou Cheng could only pretend not to know, who called Zhou Cheng penniless.

"Young man, are you running around with a sword on your back, and the public security is not bothering you?" Zhou Cheng had just sat for a while, and a middle-aged man who was buying cigarettes came to the door of Xiaodian, and when he saw the ancient sword on Zhou Cheng's back, his eyes lit up, and he came over to talk.

"No!" Zhou Cheng replied, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man holding the cigarette case, looked at it and said with a smile: "The public security often troubles you!"

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and then he pretended to be indifferent, found a stool and sat next to Zhou Cheng, and said with a smile: "Little brother is really interesting to talk about." ”

"You have moles on the roots of the mountain, you are easy to go sideways, and your cheeks are blue, and you will get into trouble. If I were you, I would run as far as I could now, where would I still have the heart to calculate the sword on my back" Zhou Cheng smiled after carefully looking at the middle-aged man again.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face couldn't be hung anymore. Many things, such as people drinking water, know how cold and warm they are. Of course, the middle-aged man knows what he has done. And the rumors have been vaguely wrong recently, and I've been worried about it for a long time. Now that Zhou Cheng said this, where do you dare not take it to heart.

However, middle-aged people are still old in the end, and all kinds of people have seen a lot, but they really can't believe that such a young doll in front of him, who is still a student, will understand this. Immediately, he pretended to be a little interested and said tentatively: "Little brother can look at the face, can you say a few more words?"

Zhou Cheng smiled, but replied unceremoniously: "Can't!".

Zhou Cheng's answer was very polite, but the middle-aged man is also an old oilman, how can he care about Zhou Cheng's coldness. Although he didn't believe that Zhou Chenghui was a master, he still took out a hundred-yuan bill from his body and said: "I know your rules, you help me take a look, and this is yours." ”

Zhou Cheng still shook his head. Because the old man said that when the practice reached their part, it was already absolutely exquisite "hexagram is not frivolous". Cause and effect are entangled, it is difficult to leak the opportunity, it is one thing to comment a few words jokingly, and it is another thing to collect money to help people read fortune telling seriously.

Although Zhou Cheng didn't know what the price was now, he still didn't put it in Zhou Cheng's eyes. After all, Zhou Chengruo has many ways to ask for money. Even if it is a blank piece of paper, Zhou Cheng can deposit it in the bank as real money.

Although Zhou Cheng can't turn into real money, it is still no problem to take real money and turn white paper into real money.

"Little brother is too little?" the middle-aged man finally asked in a cold tone with a little hanging on his face.

"Hexagram is not light, one hangs 10,000!" Zhou Cheng said a little impatiently.

Seriously, Zhou Chengzhen doesn't have the heart to talk to a middle-aged man here. Zhou Cheng can see people through his appearance, but the guy in front of him has a "sharp and narrow forehead and a slashing face", but he is not a generous master.

And this guy is full of yin and dead energy, you don't need to ask to know what this guy does for a living. This kind of person is unlucky, and Zhou Cheng doesn't want to deal with this kind of person.

And Zhou Cheng's concept of money is still stuck in childhood. So he simply shouted out a self-righteous "astronomical number" to get rid of this annoying guy as soon as possible, and don't stop him from waiting for his sister.

Zhou Cheng's words really startled the middle-aged man, and at the same time scared the small shop owner. At first, the owner of the small shop was still in a lively mood, watching the interaction between the two, and as soon as Zhou Cheng's price was shouted, the boss's eyes when he looked at Zhou Cheng were immediately uneasy.

One hexagram and ten thousand, what is this concept?

There are stalls on the street to tell fortunes, and a fortune teller is ten yuan everywhere, what kind of person is this young man! Dare to shout this price?

You must know that the owner of the small shop is working hard, and he can't earn 10,000 yuan in three months!

The middle-aged man completely lost his smiling face now, and his eyes looking at Zhou Cheng were also murderous. But what kind of person Zhou Cheng is, he just doesn't know, no matter what he does, he only treats it as a breeze.

The middle-aged man endured and endured, stayed for a while, and finally was reluctant to take 10,000 yuan to gamble on a Zhou Cheng in the end, because he couldn't get it accurately, so he couldn't help but turn his face, picked up the cigarette case and left angrily.

"Boss, he doesn't owe you money, right?" Zhou Cheng suddenly asked as he looked at the back of the middle-aged man leaving.

"I don't owe, I don't owe, we have a small business here, and the neighbors won't be so unsophisticated!" the boss hurriedly waved his hand. Maybe Zhou Cheng's performance just now was seen by the boss, and he will finally not show his face to Zhou Cheng.

"That's good, or you may not get your money back. Hehe!" Zhou Cheng finished speaking, and continued to look at the school gate, waiting for the moment of school.

"Little brother, what do you mean by this?" The boss was a little puzzled and wanted to ask Zhou Cheng to understand.

But before the words fell, I saw several police cars suddenly drive past the door of the small shop, the boss looked at the direction, and immediately rushed out of the small shop with a big change in his face. Then he looked at Zhou Cheng with palpitations, and said to Zhou Cheng with a little incredulity: "Lao Wang is finished, this must be going for him!"

Zhou Cheng echoed twice, not ready to talk more, but the boss would suddenly enthusiastically take out a can of Coke and want to stuff it to Zhou Chengdao: "Little brother, little brother, help me take a look, take a look, how is my face?"

The boss was destined to have no chance to look at Zhou Cheng, and as soon as the boss's words fell, the school bell rang. As if he had been electrocuted, Zhou Cheng immediately bounced up from the stool, and all his attention was immediately focused on the gate of the school, ignoring the boss's careful thoughts.