Su Ye's eyes were almost popping out. I didn't know if there was this photo. Am I in the first grade of elementary school or the second grade?

Oh, third grade.

Because the racket was made by Brother Shu, it was covered with rubber at the beginning. Brother Shu had nothing to say about his skills. It was only when he was removed from the glue in the third grade that he turned into a wooden board again.

Seeing this photo, the audience could not help but have sore noses.

Zhu Bing said in a heavy tone: "Everyone knows that Su Ye is the top star in the literary and artistic world now, and the ceiling among young artists, but he doesn't know how hard he lived when he was a child. The house behind him is his alma mater, Su Ye. Can you tell us about your school? What did it once look like?"

Su Ye is distracted. Did I have a hard time when I was a child? Why don’t I remember?

At that time, Brother Shu had three gunpowder guns and one air gun. He basically had a meal of meat at home every day, and he cried to the old lady next door.

"Su Ye, Su Ye?"

"Ah? The recording is over? Have you put the meal?"

"Let you tell me what are you doing in your village elementary school? Cut this section away."

When it was broadcast, this segment was not cut. Maybe it was because it felt that this was very consistent with Su Ye's untuned personality. Perhaps the teachers in the late stage liked to see Teacher Zhu Bing breaking the defense.

Su Ye said regretfully: "I didn't have any meals... That, the village primary school I studied before was quite interesting. It was three tiled houses, which were used as three classrooms. The school had only three grades, and there were only three teachers, one was the principal, one was the director, and the other was... the teacher."

Zhu Bing: "Puff, cough, cough...you continue to say, cut off my part."

The host Lao Zhu is professional and never laughs unless he can't help it.

After the audience laughed almost, Su Ye glanced at Lao Zhu, who was unprofessional, and continued: "There are many students. Because they only took one grade in two years, each class has more than 60 people, and the desks are not enough..."

Zhu Bing: "One grade is one class?"

Su Ye leaned back, hugged his legs, staring at him strangely.

Zhu Bing quickly waved his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry! Two years and one grade, one must be a class, and I didn't think it was going to turn my mind."

Su Ye continued: "The desks and stools are very old. In addition, we took the stools to ride horses after class, and they broke very quickly. The desks and stools broke a lot every semester. I don't know about other classes, which is like this. Other parents cut wood from their own woodlands. My father went to school to make desks and benches. A few days before the semester starts, he worked in school. Sometimes, he also helped the school to make up the roof and other things."

Zhu Bing was moved again: "It's not easy! It's so united! For the sake of children's education and for children to have a bright future, parents have spontaneously acted..."

Su Ye: "There are also several families who do not cooperate. Brother Shu came to the door to convince people with virtue."

Zhu Bing: "..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhu Bing's eyes, which had just turned red, suddenly became extremely dry: "Then, has your village primary school been rebuilt?"

Su Ye nodded: "Of course! When I was in the first year of junior high school, I misappropriated the money from Huilong Junior High School to build a reservoir and a septic tank to rebuild my village primary school."

Appropriate?!

Everyone: "Wow"

Zhu Bing: "This, this, can this be said?"

Su Ye looked calm and calm: "Why can't you say it? I just finished the school, and I reported Principal Wu! How can I misappropriate funds? Right? This is immoral! Moreover, the embezzlement of funds has not been repaired yet, so I went to ask the brick factory owner, and he couldn't stand it. The little money for the septic tank could be built? So he continued to invest and built a small second floor, with a total of four classrooms, an office, and a canteen."

Everyone is silent, it’s still your dog!

Suddenly, an unknown guest asked, "That is to say, your village primary school used to have not even a canteen? Then what do you eat for lunch?"

Su Ye felt it was strange. He asked this question as if many small villages had canteens.

He said: "If you are close to home, go home to eat. If you are far away from home, there are three types. One is a little money, and you will solve the problem in the noodle restaurant outside. If you are not rich, you will bring your own rice with lunch boxes and cook bricks in the brick factory. The other is a good father who cooks lunch every day and delivers it to the school in person. Basically, there are three dishes and one soup, and you will see meat every day."

Zhu Bing couldn't help it again: "The last one is you alone, right? Brother Shu is such a good father..."
Chapter completed!