In fact, Zhang Shang has always been aware of one thing.

If you have money, you are a hot commodity. Everyone wants to bite you and try it out. If you are popular, you will have a lot of trouble. Money is the original sin. The shit is more fragrant than others.

Suzhen is not simple in her mind and has a big ambition. She wants to find a sucker to support the family and give birth to another boy at the same time...the kind that can be done at any cost.

In fact, there are many rich people in No. 1 Middle School, but just looking at Classmate Zhang at first glance can only show that she has a high vision and wants to be in the Zhang family...

In one day, the composition competition between the school’s overlord and the Chinese language team leader spread throughout the school, and the 100,000 yuan was considered as an astronomical figure in the children.

The best friend trio got together as soon as possible.

"Why is he so rich?"

Han Yujia became taller and taller, her two dimples smiled sweetly, and her short hair at the ears made her look cute and well-behaved.

The palm of the hand is in the sleeve, only five slender fingers are exposed, and the cuffs are habitually hooked.

I still remember the scene of sending him a love letter, meeting him by chance in an Internet cafe, asking to check in a room, and running away in a panic...

"I heard that his father is so amazing. He has hundreds of millions of dollars at home. I calculated that even a big house can't afford that much money." Wu Shu's fat and dumb look is adorable.

"He came back to school and didn't go to see you?" Ma Yaqiong was still so pure. She had a quiet temperament since she was a child. When she arrived at that time, it seemed that the air would be quieter.

"No, maybe I forgot me." Wu Shu was a little sad.

Han Yujia pressed her index finger against her slightly pouted lower lip and said, "I heard that they want to write 100,000 words. Even if they don't eat or drink, I don't think they can't write it."

"A word is one dollar, one hundred thousand, if only I had so much money."

"Then you go find him, be his girlfriend, and call him husband every day. Isn't his money yours?" Han Yujia teased.

"I don't want it anymore." Wu Shu said with a blushing face: "You must be bullied by him every day. Boys hate it, so they like to do that. I heard that if you don't do it for a day, you will lose your temper."

"That thing?" Ma Yaqiong didn't understand.

"What do you think in your mind every day?" Han Yujia also turned red, pinching Wu Shu's face with a lot of flesh and began to rub it.

"I hate you." He smiled and gently pushed Han Yujia, and snorted cutely, "Then don't have children in the future."

"What are you two talking about?" Ma Yaqiong felt puzzled.

"Come here, let's talk to you." The two of them greeted each other.

"oh."

Ma Yaqiong came over and the three sisters quietly gathered together, learning new words, drilling, digging, and reclamation...

If Zhang Shangzai was determined to escape in panic, or have a 4p, open a fast, and enjoy the beauties imagined in the past life, and never contact them later.

Children nowadays generally attach great importance to money.

For those who are boyfriends of rich second generations and are reclaimed, they are naturally comfortable than those who are reclaimed by honest people. They have a strong psychological acceptance. When they are enlightened, their bodies will naturally be smooth.

Language group.

The school leaders and other subject teachers surrounded the place, and they all watched it all night, didn't go back home, didn't eat, and kept writing hard.

Money can bring unlimited motivation to people. If you win, 100,000 yuan is equivalent to donating it to her. She earns 100,000 in two days and sacrifices her life to do it.

"Teacher Rui, take a break, you will definitely win." Grade director Gao Zhiben had a bald tongue, and the severe sound of the tongue curling sound made people's IQ hit.

"Is it a sure win?" In order to remain excited, she had drunk seven or eight cups of coffee, unable to sleep all night, her eyes were filled with blood.

I finally paused when I heard the sound, and the pen slid from my fingers, my hands were so sore that I was no longer my own, and my thinking almost solidified.

"That kid hasn't written a word from yesterday to now, and he will definitely not be able to write a hundred thousand words." Gao Zhiben said with a smile, with a sure win.

"He didn't write?" He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed silently, and he made a big fuss.

"Of course I haven't written it anymore. He is a high school student. What can I compare with you, a person who has been studying literature for decades?"

The teachers in the office laughed...

"Teacher Rui, congratulations, you have made great contributions to our school."

"Hundreds of thousands of dollars..."

"Not a hundred thousand, I should say ten million. Anyway, the Zhang family has money."

"I'll treat everyone to dinner tomorrow." The Chinese team leader was praised and his fat face was smiling.

Gao Zhiben: "How can we get the heroes to pay? Our grade has the expenses, and the school will reimburse them. Everyone can eat and drink well."

"Teacher Gao is so angry."

"Director Gao Dayi."

“…”

The Chinese language group held a party meeting, which was cheerful and the teachers and students in the school were excited.

Even Zhang Shang became a monkey. He had no place for him to live in the entire school, and he was criticized wherever he went.

The dormitory managers usually go to work 24 hours a day, and they go out for one day. They are sure that Su Zhen will not come to work tonight, so then, classmate Zhang hides in the dormitory with peace of mind.

I thought to myself that I would never come again after slapping the school in the face tomorrow.

To him, going to school is a waste of time. What kind of functions, geography, history, etc. is really useless in society.

Even scientists who specialize in studying these things will not talk about these things.

Zhang Shang has met many academic leaders.

They are all busy working on connections and making friends with powerful people. A large row of personal monographs in the bookcase is a stepping stone.

The phone kept ringing all day long, busy running schools for the children of the powerful, busy asking for more funds, and busy eating and drinking.

Especially liberal arts professors, except for researching topics that do not know whether they are useful to society, they do not know what their presence feels.

When it comes to promoting literature and culture, Zhang Shang felt that it was not as realistic as that wave of online novel writers.

All kinds of new ideas, new writing methods, and new thinking burst out, are sought after by readers, and can broaden your horizons.

As for the books written by the professors... the art of expression between the lines, Zhang Shang felt that he was not as good as a bad student who had achieved the lowest grades since childhood.

It has been almost 70 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and no liberal arts professor has ever written an influential book.

Except for the generation of Lu Xun Lao She, literary researchers in the 20th century have really withered, and they are even less influential than Internet masters.

If you want to talk about someone who is a literary master, except for the Nobel Prize winner, everyone else has never heard of it.

But if you want to talk about the third young master of the Tang family, potatoes, Chendong, and tomatoes, at least hundreds of millions of people know each other?

It is rare to be idle, the corridor is empty, and you can enjoy a quiet and elegant life in the dormitory.

Sitting quietly cross-legged on the bed, meditating with your body and mind.

This is the Taoist practice learned from Lao Yao, and it is unclear whether it has any effect.

Anyway, when I was a child, I yearned to take a peerless magical skill. I learned to practice on TV, pinched a bad magic trick, twisted my thumb and middle finger, put my hands on my knees, and sat on my heart with a mysterious color.

After experiencing many things, it is not easy to have this kind of innocence.

Until the noise sounded in the corridor and the students finished class, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The hardships of senior high school students were even more tiring than going to work.

Get out of bed and move your numb legs, and fetch water and wash up in the strange and awe-inspiring eyes of the students, sit on the bed and play with your phone.

Until the entire building is powered off and the corridor quickly becomes quiet, there will be room checks by the dormitory manager. If you don’t have it, you will be deducted points and will be criticized by the head teacher.

Zhang Shang fell asleep quickly, but he was very sleepy and even the barking of cats and dogs would wake him up.

Until I found that my body was chilly, as if the blanket was kicked to the ground, my skin was exposed to the air, and the temperature dropped at night, which made people wake up.

In the dark night, there are a few sparse stars shining outside the curtain.

The moon appeared among them, and on her round face, she had a kind and gentle smile, quietly looking down at the earth, with a few gray and thin clouds lingering beside her, like a fairy dancing with her sleeves.

The bright moonlight put the earth in a silver-gray gauze skirt, shining on the petals, the flowers are even more beautiful, sprinkled in front of the bed, a little cool, intertwined with the fragrant night breath, refreshing the heart...

"white……"

Zhang Shang opened his eyes wide and looked at the figure beside the bed.

The huge 36d under the neck was surging. Through the moonlight, you could see the shadow of an inverted triangle on the bottom...

She smiled affectionately, "Don't shout, no one knows I'll come in, don't worry."

Student Zhang shook back, hugged himself with his arms, leaning against the wall, and said in a trembling voice: "You, why are you here to look for me? This is a mistake..."

"No, I heard you bet with the school to write essays. I studied Chinese at the normal school. I can help you make up for your lessons, relax your body and mind, and tutor you to write a good article."

While saying that, she picked up the blanket from the ground and picked up his clothes at the end of the bed. She thought it was in trouble and threw it on other empty beds together.

Then he climbed onto Zhang's bed familiarly and reached out.

Zhang Shang kicked his feet as if he was frightened, kicking her hands away, and shrinking harder to the corner of the bed. He had seen this woman's toughness, even more fierce than a tiger.

"Suzhen... Actually, I have already written it. I don't need to help me make up for it. Go back quickly. It's a miserable man and a widow who are alone in the middle of the night.

"That's not possible. You have to write 100,000 words. I heard that you haven't written a word these two days. You have to hurry up tonight. Auntie will teach you that you can write a pen seven or eight times in one night. It should be almost enough."

She thought for a while and said, reaching out to grab the curled feet on her shoulder, trying to straighten the person and lie down.

"You lie down quickly. Auntie will teach you how to write in the most labor-saving method. When you teach you well, when you are tired of writing, you will definitely get the essence. If you write, you will be as good as a god. If you work hard all night, you will definitely not only write 100,000 words tomorrow."
To be continued...