Life game

Chapter 55
Liu Qian became popular overnight.

By the time she found out, everyone in the class was already using her emoticons.

The video of her live broadcast was edited by netizens and made into various emoticons, GIF animations and ghost animal videos, sweeping the ghost animal area of ​​station B for a while, and the Weibo trending search just stayed in the top ten for a week.

Even Ji Yue would ask with lingering fear when she was ordering: "Did you eat any snacks today?"

Along with it, Jiang Feng and the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant had a wave of enthusiasm. Netizens who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal said "hahahaha" on Weibo every day, "What did the president do wrong", "The psychological shadow area of ​​begging for vegetable dumplings" , and then @刘千.

By the way, Liu Qiandao's Weibo fans exceeded 50 in one fell swoop, and some advertisers contacted her and wanted her to advertise on Weibo.

Liu Qian seemed to have changed from an [-]th-tier small anchor who ate and waited to die to make ends meet, to a third-tier small anchor who ate and died with a little surplus.

In a blink of an eye, it's Volunteer Day.

As for which student union president made the decision on this volunteer day, it is unknown.

Early on Sunday morning, a large group of sleepy A college students gathered at the school gate at five o'clock, and were taken to Chenfeng Primary School by two buses.

Wait, Chenfeng Primary School? ? ?
When Jiang Feng got out of the car and saw the low-key and luxurious gate of Chenfeng Primary School and a row of maple trees planted at the gate, he thought he was still dreaming.Volunteer activities should not go to county and township primary schools to support education, orphanages and nursing homes to help out, no matter how bad it is, you should go to the roadside to deliver bottles of water to the cleaners.

Why do you come to an aristocratic elementary school like Chenfeng Elementary School?
As the most famous aristocratic elementary school in city A, it was still private, Jiang Feng felt that volunteers like them might be more suitable to be helped than them.

"Did I drive by mistake? Why did you come to Chenfeng Elementary School?" Jiang Feng asked Liu Qian. He was catching up on sleep in the car before, and he didn't listen to what the student council officer said.

"Chairman Liu said that the senior students of Chenfeng Elementary School volunteered to help the widowed and lonely elderly today, and we will be with them," Liu Qian said.

Jiang Feng understood instantly. While helping the widowed old man, he also helped the elementary school students to help the widowed old man.

It sounds like volunteering has been particularly tough this year.

The Student Council Officer is assigning everyone tasks.

"There are three items in this volunteer activity. Go to the back kitchen to help cook three meals a day, clean the campus, and perform for the widowed elderly. The tasks of the back kitchen are relatively heavy. Which students feel that their cooking skills Not bad, would you like to help?"

Jiang Feng, Liu Qian and Wu Minqi all raised their hands together.

When the student council officer saw it, his eyes lit up.

Yo, Jiang Feng, I own a restaurant at home, professional!

Liu Qian, it should be good to cook, eat, broadcast and cook every day.

The other girl... seems to be from Jiang Feng's club, and her level should be pretty good.

"Okay, just the three of you. There are some teachers and students from Chenfeng Elementary School in the back kitchen to help. There are more people in need of cleaning. Is there any classmate willing?"

The 4 members of the Home Economics Club:? ? ?

Who is the Home Economics Society?
Be sober, classmate, those three belong to the chess club!

When Jiang Feng and the others came to the back kitchen, the students and teachers in the back kitchen were already busy.

It looked tight and organized. A half-grown child who had just arrived at Jiang Feng's waist was stepping on a stool and holding a large iron spoon. He seemed to be professionally stirring the porridge in the pot. There was no boiling porridge in the pot. They all walked around with their things in their arms, and the four female teachers were chopping vegetables. They didn't look like the chaos Jiang Feng had imagined.

Jiang Feng was still lamenting that Noble Primary School deserves to be a Noble Primary School, even a group of ten-year-old radish heads are so methodical in doing things.

In the next second, the carrot head in front of Jiang Feng fell into the pot without holding the spoon.

Jiang Feng: ...

Carrot head reached out his hand to grab the spoon, but saw that most of his body was about to fall into the pot.

Jiang Feng rushed forward with a stride and carried him down to prevent the impending tragedy of boiling a child.

"You don't need to cook it before it's opened, and you children, it's best not to touch the fire, and ask your teacher if there is anything else you can help." Jiang Feng persuaded in a nice voice.

The child's eyes were full of disappointment, and he stared at the pot reluctantly.

"I came here because my family didn't let me touch the fire."

Jiang Feng: ...

Are all your children who do not receive compulsory education so beautiful?
"Liu Chengxing, don't touch the pot!" A female teacher who was cutting pumpkins closest to Jiang Feng put down her knife and sternly yelled at the boy who was trying to get a spoon, then turned her head and shouted at the two girls who were holding a small bag of flour each: "Xiang Jingwen, Hu Xuehui, put the flour back for me!"

Jiang Feng: ...

Well, everything before that was an illusion.

The female teacher turned her head to Jiang Feng and the others. Liu Qian had already taken out her mobile phone, and Wu Minqi had already started looking at the kitchen and the ingredients placed outside.

"You are volunteers of University A. My surname is Chen, Mr. Chen, the one in blue is Mr. Wang, the one in black coat is Mr. Zhou, and the other one is also Mr. Zhou. Please help us look at the porridge, this kid I prefer to make trouble, so it might be troublesome." Teacher Chen said.

"Mr. Chen, are you going to cook pumpkin porridge?" Wu Minqi noticed that the four teachers were all cutting pumpkins.

"Well, we are organizing volunteer activities this time to remember bitterness and sweetness. The three meals are relatively simple, and there are not many people in our school. There are about [-] people in three grades plus teachers and old people." Teacher Chen explained Said, "The pumpkins are all organic pumpkins, which are grown in our school's own cultivation base."

While helping the widowed and lonely old people, bring the widowed and lonely old people together to remember the bitterness and sweetness...

Jiang Feng was unable to complain about this magical volunteer activity.

"Let me chop the vegetables. The pumpkins you cut are too big to be cooked." Wu Minqi couldn't help but pick up the kitchen knife without Teacher Chen's reaction. Slightly large pieces of pumpkin are all chopped into puree.

"Is there any sweet potato? This pumpkin is not sweet, and it won't taste good when cooked." Wu Minqi asked.

"Yes, yes." Teacher Chen, who was stunned to see Wu Minqi chopping vegetables, woke up like a dream, and shouted at the two little girls who were playing with each other smashing potatoes in the corner: "Chen Xi, Chen Mengqi, don't smash potatoes! Wang Hao brought two bags of sweet potatoes from behind."

The students who were instructed by the teacher ran to the back warehouse.

"Mr. Wang, the two teachers, Mr. Zhou, I can chop the vegetables alone. You don't have to work hard." Wu Minqi almost said that if you cut them for nothing, I will have to cut them again.

The other three teachers put down their knives and were a little dazed.

Jiang Feng and Liu Qian were also at a loss.

It seems that... there is nothing wrong with us.

The porridge was all in the pot, Wu Minqi did all the vegetable cutting, and the rest was washing and peeling the sweet potatoes, which could be done by one person.

Other students are cleaning and performing outside, chatting with the widowed and lonely old people and working hard. Is it really okay for us to be salted fish here?

Jiang Feng fell into deep self-blame.

Then he saw Liu Qian click on the live broadcast.

???

WTF?

(End of this chapter)