Rebirth: Starting from Saving the Desperate Girl

Chapter 112 High School (Subscription Request)

Two thousand and ten.

This year, the wave of the times swept across the country.

A little gadget called Bitcoin has quietly appeared in the world.

With the development of science and technology, base stations are becoming more and more popular. In corners that no one cares about, the concept of 4G is slowly coming into view.

People at that time did not know how big an Internet flood this would create.

They even despise and hate it, which has led to many famous plots.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Ye Qianqian, who is trying to protect her brother on the Internet.

The girl was carrying a shoulder bag and had the latest model of Sony headphones hanging around her neck. Her slightly brown eyes were fixed on the screen of her mobile phone. Her hands were as white as onions and she was dancing at an extremely high frequency.

She propped herself up on one leg under the billboard next to the bus stop, half of her body leaning against the pillar.

On the billboard above, below a figure wearing red work clothes and holding a cardboard box, the eight characters "Anxing Logistics, Mission Accomplished" are written in large letters.

After a while, a black car with two wings on top and a "B" in the middle drove slowly over and stopped.

While typing, Ye Qianqian opened the car door without raising her head and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, she complained, "Xiaodong, where have you been? I've been waiting for you here for a long time..."

"I see you're having fun playing with your phone."

The girl who was playing with her tablet stopped writing and glanced at her friend.

"Bullshit, it's all because of a little black guy who sneaked into my group and insisted on saying bad things about my brother. It really pissed me off!"

"Your brother... the one called Farmer Mountain Man?"

This name is indeed a bit strange, and it is hard to forget once you hear it.

"Yes!"

Ye Qianqian frowned and continued to argue with the black guy in the group, explaining: "This person actually said that my brother has run out of ideas, which is why he hasn't released any new songs in so many years... Hehe, as if the stutterer she recommended is so good at singing!"

"And she even had the nerve to bring up my brother's profile!"

The last sentence actually caught the attention of the girl next to her, who came over and peeked in curiously.

"What introduction?"

Hearing this, Ye Qianqian clicked on the screenshot that the little black guy had just sent.

Just two short lines.

Singer: Farmer Mountain Man

Singer profile: I don’t produce songs, I’m just a song carrier.

"puff……"

The girl couldn't help but laughed out loud.

She raised her hand, picked up the sky blue hairband on her wrist, and tied her hair up.

At the same time, he laughed and said, "Okay, you built the fan group yourself, why don't you just kick her out?"

"Hey, how can that be possible? Wouldn't that make me look like I'm afraid of her?"

"It's up to you. We'll be at school soon anyway, and you can't play with your phone."

Hearing this, Ye Qianqian immediately cried, "Woo woo, Sister Dongdong, please help me and cover for my mother."

"Don't... And even if you get past your mother, you'll still suffer if you're caught by patrol at school."

"Hey, isn't your sister the president of the student union? Let me use your backdoor!"

Ye Qianqian's words undoubtedly attracted an unpleasant roll of the eyes.

"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about all day long? Just put your phone in the car."

"All right……"

After being ruthlessly rejected, Ye Qianqian had no choice but to turn off her phone in frustration.

But before that, she had already banned the black guy from speaking in the group for six hours, and then argued her case by writing a 300-word essay, which should be enough to deter the other party.

As for why it was six hours... Because if the ban was for too long, the other party would definitely leave the group directly, but if it was only for a few hours, she would definitely still hold on to some unrealistic hope.

"By the way, Dongdong, that boy named Li Qinchao is really your childhood sweetheart, right?"

Ye Qianqian suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up with gossip, and she grabbed one of her friend's arms.

The girl seemed to be stunned when she heard the word "childhood sweetheart". She hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said, "No, we were in Yanjing together when we were little... in the same courtyard."

"Growing up together?"

"Not really..."

"Really? But I think he's quite handsome. I heard he was the captain of the basketball team in junior high school and played in national competitions. Are you not interested at all?"

The girl was probably a little annoyed by what she said. There was a hint of anger in her eyes, and she pushed away the face that was getting closer and closer.

"Oh, don't match us up randomly. We are just childhood friends. Besides, how old are we? Why do you have so many concerns?" "...I don't know if I have a lot of concerns, but I think he has a lot of concerns."

Ye Qianqian muttered and was about to say something else when the car slowly stopped in front of the school gate with a sign "Changpu Middle School" hanging high above.

The girl pushed the door open and got out of the car swiftly, not giving her a chance to continue pestering her.

"Hey...wait for me!"

……

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Changpu Middle School is the most famous private school for aristocrats in Shanghai.

It is also famous for its unique and bold student self-government system.

It has a very long history, with a history of over a hundred years, and has sent countless talents to those two top 2 universities.

We have also established long-term cooperative relationships with many well-known foreign universities and high schools. Every year, we select outstanding students to study abroad, which are often called international exchange students.

These days are different from later times. Being able to travel abroad at this time is of great significance that cannot be compared to later times.

At this time, an independent five-story activity building.

On the third floor is the student union’s meeting hall.

The long table of the parliament.

At the lower right of the main seat, a boy in a Zhongshan school uniform pushed up his black-framed glasses and said, "It's only been four days since the start of school, and the freshmen are almost settled. What's left is to enforce discipline as usual, and...select sufficiently outstanding freshman representatives and admit them into the association."

After he finished speaking, he frowned and thought of something, then added, "By the way, we also need to start preparing for the October Welcome Party next month."

At Changpu Middle School, the student union possesses terrifying power far beyond others' imagination. It is by no means an empty shell, but correspondingly, they also need to shoulder their due responsibilities.

The various evening parties and activities every year, as well as the feedback from teachers and students throughout the school afterwards, will become one of the criteria for judging them.

This concerns everyone here.

If any term messes up, not only will it lose face, it may also face the risk of "resigning".

You know, at Changpu Middle School, the Student Union pays salaries!

Although it is not much, and although not many people need it... there are always some poor students with excellent grades who are specially recruited. For them, this "salary" can greatly alleviate the pressure of life.

"The October Orientation Party... just do it according to past experience."

"As for the specific performances, sponsorship, procurement, and organization... we will notify the ministers of each department to hold a meeting this Friday to finalize everything."

"The same goes for the freshman representatives. We'll make a decision after the monthly exam results and the party are over."

Facing the looks coming her way, the girl in the main seat didn't care and just spoke casually.

Her long hair fell to her waist, shiny black and smooth, hanging down quietly.

She is drawing.

The pencil moved across the white paper, outlining light gray traces.

"If there is nothing else, go back..."

"President, there's a letter for you!"

The girl's calm voice was interrupted by a female voice outside the door.

Bai Congqiu's hand holding the pen paused, but he didn't stop.

In the two years since she returned to China, she has received quite a few letters...or rather love letters, so there is really nothing to be surprised about.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and a dark-skinned girl with short hair ran in excitedly in full view of everyone.

In one of her hands, she was waving a shit-yellow, crumpled envelope.

The girl finally looked up, and the next moment, when she saw the envelope, she was slightly stunned.

Wait a minute...

Why does this envelope look familiar to her?

Besides, who would write a love letter in such a wrinkled envelope? I wonder where this envelope came from...

A rare curiosity arose in my heart.

She opened the envelope and took out the only piece of letter inside.

In fact, calling it a piece of letter paper is an exaggeration, it was clearly just a small piece of paper.

The girl couldn't help but frown at the perfunctory response.

But at a certain moment, when she saw the words on the note clearly, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

There was only a very simple sentence on it.

"Watch your butt."

　Please do not really substitute reality, including school, if you look closely at this book, it is a fictional
　　
　
(End of this chapter)