Chapter 505： what do you have

Chapter 505 What do you have?

The school committee member is just a well-behaved and obedient little girl who likes praise from teachers and parents. Her mouth is nowhere near as good as his.

Her face turned red instantly, and she sat down angrily, shaking her braids.

The boys didn't expect the matter to be resolved so easily. They all whispered a few times and looked at Shan Weiyuan with different eyes. It seemed that this boy from the countryside was quite capable.

After school, when the bell rang, as soon as the teacher left the classroom door, the children jumped out like cannonballs and ran all the way to the narrow alley behind the school.

They hung their schoolbags on the tree. On one side was Shan Weiyuan, who was over 1.5 meters taller than his current peers. On the other side were a group of primary school students who were gritting their teeth and pretending to be fierce.

These primary school students are not just in the same class, they are almost familiar with each other in the same compound, and they gather together to make a scene.

The audience is very familiar with it. Is this a way for them to watch a group fight among primary school students?

Nowadays, primary school students are so cruel that they have begun to form gangs?

Can they stop this vicious fight if they call now?

Everyone was already sweating for Shan Weiyuan who was fighting alone. At the same time, they turned to look at the silly son and daughter beside them, and asked a few questions worriedly.

They were slightly relieved as they did not hear any words of being bullied.

"Shan Weiyuan, I respect you as a man. If you leave now, we will pretend that nothing happened." The boy at the head looked at the crowd of people behind him and made an uneasy opening statement. , to avoid being said to be bullying the minority.

Shan Weiyuan raised his head and snorted disdainfully: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you scared?"

"Who is afraid of whom? We are afraid of a big guy like you crying for your mother!"

A group of children burst into laughter.

The children have a strong sense of the world. If it weren't for their tiny figures, everyone would have thought they were seeing bandits fighting.

“You guys come together, or one by one?” Shan Weiyuan took off his coat and cotton-padded jacket, jumped a few times to warm up, patted his chest and raised his chin and asked.

“We won’t bully the minority, we will come one by one! As long as you win, each of us will not only treat you to drink sweet soy milk, but also give you a breakfast!”

As he said that, they rushed towards him. Shan Weiyuan moved very nimbly.

He grew up in a rural area and was not as particular as the kids in the city. He climbed mountains and climbed trees and fished in the water every day. From time to time, he would argue with each other to defend the fruits of his labor. Occasionally, he would fight with children from neighboring villages for his younger brother.

Shan Weiyuan has never been afraid of him. He is an invincible opponent in the world. What's more, he has learned several sets of boxing skills from his second uncle who has become the battalion commander. Every time his second uncle comes home, he can't wait to fight twenty-four hours a day. Become Shan Er's pendant.

So, the children came up one after another, and he cleared them up on the ground several times, and even stacked them up. It was full of comedy.

"How is it?" Shan Weiyuan clapped his hands and the dirt on his body, then slowly put on his clothes, put on his backpack and asked with raised eyebrows. At the end, he stretched out his hand to count one by one, and suddenly he was happy: "Ouch Hey, I’ve got a month’s supply of sweet soy milk and breakfast!”

“Boss, you are our dear boss!” The children all looked at him with admiration. If it weren’t for the time, they would all want to kneel down and kowtow.

Shan Weiyuan waved his hand, "What the hell, boss, just call me Brother Yuan. If you have anything to do, go to Brother Yuan and I will handle it for you!"

A group of children laughing and joking soon became a group. They walked out arm-in-arm with bags on their backs, making appointments where they would have breakfast tomorrow and who would treat them.

When Shan Weiyuan returned home, Wen's father was already there.

"Why are you back so late? I have to pick you up," Father Wen subconsciously glanced at his watch.

The elementary school is not too far from the family area, and the security is pretty good now. At least criminals don’t dare to commit crimes blatantly. People who come and go are acquaintances, so the children basically go back to school and home together, and the adults don't worry about their safety.

Shan Weiyuan turned his head and looked at Wen Jiatong, who was lying on the table obediently doing homework, and said with a smile: "The students are so enthusiastic that they insist on making an appointment with me to have dinner together tomorrow morning."

Father Wen nodded happily after hearing this, "Boys make friends easily. If Qiuqiu was as cheerful as you, there would be a bunch of kids playing around now."

As he said that, he took out a dollar and a few food stamps from his pocket and handed them over, "Here, you can eat whatever you want. Don't starve yourself. This is the time when you are growing."

Hearing the sound, Ming Lihua walked out without even having time to put down the knife, and asked anxiously: "Hai Chao, a pound of meat only costs 80 cents. You can eat it at home, so why should you waste money to eat out?"

She was never lenient in spending money on herself, her daughter, and her husband, but spending a penny on others was like cutting off her flesh.

Wen Haichao glanced at him and said calmly: "Then you have to get up and cook."

Ming Lihua doesn’t go to work and likes to sleep in, so the father and daughter spend breakfast outside. To be precise, Wen Jingqiu was usually hungry in the morning.

The little girl is also very angry. Her own mother doesn't give her money to buy food, so she doesn't eat either. She just thinks about when she will get hungry and sick and see what they will do, but she never asks her biological father for help.

Shan Weiyuan grinned and did not refuse. Under Wen Jiatong's jealous eyes, he took it generously and put it in his pocket, without saying a word about the friends who would treat him to drink soy milk and have dinner.

"Why did you give him so much? You only had one or two cents for breakfast," Ming Lihua looked at the red banknotes, her voice became high-pitched in pain.

They have lived together for ten years, and they have had constant quarrels. They have become accustomed to quarreling one moment, and pretending to continue living as if nothing had happened the next.

One is too lazy to care about it, and the other is still chasing after it for vanity.

“Didn’t the program team give me two hundred yuan? It doesn’t cost the family a penny.” Wen Haichao looked at it with open eyes.

“That’s our hard-earned money, and the little guests have another thousand yuan!” Ming Lihua immediately defended.

She was afraid that the audience would have a bad impression of her, so she deliberately put the knife back, smoothed her hair, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "After all, we also appear in the live broadcast, and we are paid for labor. The program crew is actually quite humane. "

Wen Haichao said rudely: "A large part of this place is responsible for the expenses of small guests. Who can get a salary of 100 yuan a month by doing nothing?

I'm getting through it little by little now. Have you ever seen those temporary workers, apprentices, and even regular workshop workers who earn twenty or thirty yuan, or even ten yuan, who work eight or nine hours a day and are so exhausted when they go home? sleep?

Don’t try to get involved with celebrities. They have professional qualities and abilities. What do you have? "

(End of this chapter)