Bizarre Love

Chapter 7 Don't Cry (1)

Before school in the afternoon, Zhao Nuancheng was sorting out the forms.

She is the organizing committee member of the class, and she usually organizes the students to participate in any school activities. Her flyer is on the table.

The National Mathematics Olympiad Competition for Primary and Secondary School Students has officially started, and students are welcome to sign up.

The most eye-catching thing on the big red list is the black font in the center: the first prize is 8,000 yuan.

Eight thousand yuan.

Meng Ting was a little distracted, this year's 8,000 yuan is not too little, and the monthly salary of Shu Zhitong's research institute is only 6,000 yuan. Her own scholarship is five thousand a year.

The family is actually quite poor. For the surgery fee for his eyes, Shu's father ran around and borrowed money from relatives. Every weekend, I can see relatives urging Shu's father to repay the loan. Shu Zhitong could only smile with a good temper, apologized and said good things, and then procrastinated again and again.

Later, because he couldn't drag on, and Meng Ting had an accident and his face was disfigured, Father Shu would do the most dangerous radiation work.

Zhao Nuancheng didn't notice Meng Ting's ecstasy, she packed her schoolbag and gossiped: Shen Yuqing's last birthday, I heard that Jiang Ren didn't go. And just now, for some reason, she said that Jiang Ren invited them to class on the weekend People go to play in Xiaogang City. Listen, do you know Xiaogang City?

Meng Ting shook his head.

Zhao Nuancheng's eyes brightened: I haven't been there either, but I know there are at least tens of thousands of dollars spent there. After she was excited, she flattened her mouth, Everyone knows that Shen Yuqing wants to show off, but Jiang Ren It's really rich and generous. Alas, whoever makes Shen Yuqing look beautiful, we won't have this chance.

Meng Ting looked down, picked up the form, and wrote his name seriously.

She knows that the world is very unfair, some people squander thousands of dollars casually, and some people are struggling for life.

Listen, you want to sign up for the Olympiad?

Um.

Have you studied?

I learned a little bit when I was a child. There are still two weeks left. I can try it with more practice.

Zhao Nuancheng couldn't help feeling that Meng Ting was really amazing.

Meng Ting sighed in his heart, after all, it was 8,000 yuan, so he had to do it if he couldn't do it. If she wants to save Papa Shu from doing radiation experiments, the first is not to repeat the mistakes of disfigurement and burns, and the second is to find ways to make more money.

However, she is only seventeen years old now and is still in her second year of high school. Father Shu definitely doesn't want her to delay her studies for other reasons, but the competition is different.

Meng Ting was stunned. She glanced at the Olympiad brochure and suddenly knew how to make money.

She asked Zhao Nuancheng: Apart from the Olympics promotion, are there any other competitions?

Yes, there is also an English speech contest, but it's summer vacation.

Meng Ting was a little disappointed.

Zhao Nuancheng thought for a while: But I heard that the vocational high school next door has many such projects, such as singing, dancing and playing the piano. Their school accepts art students. But listen. Zhao Nuancheng looked at her, hesitating to speak, and after a while Said, Forget it, nothing.

Listen to the injured eyes, how could it be possible to dance and play the piano.

Today it was Zhao Nuancheng's turn to be on duty. The duty students in No. 7 Middle School were very simple. After school, they wiped the blackboard and closed the doors and windows.

Meng Ting helped her.

When the two girls closed the window, they realized something was wrong. There were bursts of thunder and heavy rain. Zhao Nuancheng cursed secretly.

Listen, do you have an umbrella?

Meng Ting didn't.

Neither did Zhao Nuancheng.

This year's No. 7 Middle School didn't have any Love Umbrella facilities, because Meng Ting had to wait for Zhao Nuancheng, Shu Yang usually left early.

The two girls went to the first floor, looking at the rain all over the sky, feeling a little worried. Their school doesn't allow mobile phones, and Meng Ting didn't have a mobile phone at all this year. She looked at the electronic watch - 18:32.

Shu's father got off work at nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Nuancheng was also anxious: My dad will pick me up after get off work, right?

As soon as the words were finished, several sports cars drove in at the school gate. The silver-white sports car was cool, turned a corner, and stopped at their teaching building.

The first is a supercar.

The car window came down, and Meng Ting saw Jiang Ren's face.

He put his hands on the steering wheel and looked towards Meng Ting. Meng Ting lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

Zhao Nuancheng hurriedly pulled Meng Ting back, wondering what happened to the guards, who let this group of vocational high school students drive in.

After a while, laughter came from upstairs, and Shen Yuqing and a few girls came down.

The expensive sports car brightened the eyes of several girls.

They all shouted flatteringly: Jiang Shao, He Shaohao.

He Junming raised his eyebrows: Beauties, get in the car, don't get wet.

Several girls got into the car separately. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Ren's car.

Jiang Ren stepped on the clutch, and his black eyes suddenly turned to the quiet girl who was sheltering from the rain in the corner: Over there... He still didn't know her name, Get in the car, and I'll take you to the bus stop.

Meng Ting raised his eyes.

She didn't get used to these eyes for a while, and they still felt pain after using them for a long time. But under the dim sky, she no longer had to close her eyes.

Meng Ting shook his head: Thank you, no need.

Get in the car, don't make me say it a third time. His tone was faintly impatient.

Meng Ting opened her mouth, but Shen Yuqing poked her head out: You are the classmate with bad eyesight, get in the car. Her tone was cheerful, but that was not the case in her eyes.

He Junming behind was also stunned.

When did Brother Ninja become so kind, really caring for the disabled?

Meng Ting knew Jiang Ren's character, and the more he disobeyed him, the more energetic he became. If she didn't get in the car, his foot would never let go of the clutch.

Jiang Ren is eighteen years old this year. He had missed a grade, was one year older than his peers, and had already obtained his driver's license. Everyone looked at them, Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng had no choice but to get into Jiang Ren's car.

Zhao Nuancheng, who usually talks a lot, is as cowardly as a little quail.

The car is very quiet.

Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had a temper tantrum, so she would not pretend to be smart to provoke him.

Jiang Ren drove the car for a long while, when a soft and sweet voice came from behind: It's just under the platform in front.

That voice seemed to be mixed with the sweetest honey, and it was like the soft water of the ancient town in the south that I went to when I was a child. It's just that the attitude is alienated and cold.

Jiang Ren clenched the steering wheel, and suddenly laughed: You're really not blind.

As he said, he stepped on the gas pedal, and the bus stop passed in front of their eyes. Meng Ting was a little panicked now, she was holding the cane horizontally, a little uneasy. She didn't mess with him, why is he so annoying.

Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuancheng beside her, but Zhao Nuancheng didn't dare to say a word.

Jokes about bipolar disorder are scary.

If you go crazy...

The group got off the car at Xiaogang City.

There was a burst of rain outside, and the street was completely wet in a blink of an eye. As night comes, the neon lights of the city flicker.

The three big characters of Xiaogang City shone with dazzling purple light.

Meng Ting got off the station and was at the gate, Xiaogang City was quite far from her home, and she didn't even have enough money to take a taxi back.