1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 11 Xue Wanen

Zhai Yuan slept until seven in the morning, and when he opened his eyes it was already bright.

The cramped room took him a few seconds to realize where he was.

What happened yesterday was not just a dream.

After lying in bed in a daze for a while, Zhai Yuan slowly lifted the quilt.

"It's great to be young. The second day of the second lunar month can last this long."

He rummaged through the steel bed and found a pair of dark jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

I smelled it closely and it was ok, I could continue wearing it.

Zhai Yuan opened the plastic door.

In the living room, Zhao Meizhen was carefully wiping the TV, looking completely different from the disgusted look she had last night.

Zhai Yuan smiled and lowered his head, then went to the balcony to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he was done and returned to the house, Zhao Meizhen was still struggling.

She took a piece of floral cloth that she had cut from somewhere and gently covered the top of the machine with it, then took two steps back and looked at it carefully.

"Do you want to buy some firecrackers to celebrate?"

Hearing Zhai Yuan's teasing voice, the smile in Zhao Meizhen's eyes disappeared in an instant, and she pretended to be stern with a straight face.

"There's carrot cake in the pot, eat it quickly and go to school."

Zhai Yuan thought it might be because of her single-parent family. No matter how happy and comforted Zhao Meizhen was, she had to maintain the dignity of an elder on her face, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to control two adolescent children alone.

"Okay."

Zhai Yuan finished his breakfast in a few bites, said hello to Zhao Meizhen, and walked down the stairs unsteadily.

After passing through the deep-rooted housing estate and walking out of the alley, the view in front of me suddenly opened up and even my breathing felt smoother.

Breakfast stalls have been set up on both sides of the street, and the messiness is mixed with a sense of life. Most of the vendors are neighbors. Some simply put their carts aside and set up a mahjong table on the street, waiting for customers to stop before slowly getting up.

"Auntie Mei, I ate too much carrot cake, so I need a cup of soy milk to relieve my gas. How much is it?"

Zhai Yuan stopped and got a cup of soy milk from a stall, then shouted to a neighbor who was playing mahjong with him behind his back.

The woman called Aunt Mei turned her head and glanced at him, saying in an exaggerated tone: "Wow! It's rare that Mr. Zhai took the initiative to greet me today. I'll treat you to a drink~"

In the past, Zhai Yuan was called quiet and gentle, but in fact he was inferior and cowardly, always walking with his head down, so he was nicknamed "scholar" by the neighbors.

The type of student that the class teacher would write on the report card: This student has a calm personality, is hardworking and down-to-earth, loves labor, and is in good health.

There's really nothing to brag about.

"Thank you." Zhai Yuan was not pretentious. He bit the straw and continued walking towards the school.

Turning the corner, a familiar figure came into view.

Liang Zhichao walked listlessly on the street with his schoolbag on his back, and occasionally punched his lower back with his fists.

It seems that the woman he fought with last night was very skilled in martial arts and had injured his kidneys.

Zhai Yuan didn't want to say hello at first, but the other party saw him and came over.

"Ayuan!"

Well, it’s not like I kept calling you Brother Yuan when I borrowed money from you last night.

"How was it? Did you secretly work a few extra hours last night?" Zhai Yuan teased.

"Super class seats are only available on one flight, and I don't have the money to pay for extra time." Liang Zhichao said with a yawn.

Zhai Yuan looked at his dark circles and unsteady steps, thinking that this was not right at his age.

Liang Zhichao lifted his schoolbag and continued, "But after I got home, I solved it myself six or seven times."

After that, he smiled at Zhai Yuan shyly and said, "I'll lend you the thirty yuan. I'll pay it back in a few days."

Zhai Yuan forced a smile: "It's okay, take care of yourself."

Don't die next to me.

He felt that he should find an opportunity to explain to Liang Zhichao the truth that one does not know when young, but sheds tears when old.

Young people who do not know how to exercise self-control will run into big problems sooner or later. At that time, they can only turn to wolfberry, red dates, astragalus, epimedium, Cistanche, Rehmannia glutinosa, Cnidium monnieri, sildenafil and dapoxetine as their lifeline.

"Actually, I think this kind of thing is really meaningless. I should still focus on my studies." Liang Zhichao said leisurely.

Pull up your pants and speak with confidence. The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at Sau Mau Ping Middle School.

The school gate, which was usually empty, now had two luxury cars parked in front of it.

A Mercedes W126 and a Porsche 928 coupe.

These two cars are rare even in the urban area of Hong Kong Island.

"Huh? It's the school board's car. Is there any activity at school today?" Liang Zhichao glanced at the license plate and said curiously.

The board of directors is the highest power center of the school. In layman's terms, it is a group of people who pay to build the school. The directors generally do not come to school unless there are important resolutions to be made.

Zhai Yuan guessed that today's situation was probably related to what he had done yesterday.

He sighed in mock dissatisfaction: "Alas, I told them not to come over, but they refused to listen. I'll criticize them when we meet later."

Liang Zhichao laughed, thinking it was rare for this taciturn classmate to be so humorous.

"That's right. I also told them that they don't need to report such trivial matters to me every day. These directors are not sensible at all."

Zhai Yuan laughed loudly, and Liang Zhichao laughed even louder. He felt that he understood humor better.

Until a middle-aged man in a suit came out of the booth and greeted me with a smile on his face.

"Student Zhai Yuan, I've finally seen you. I'm Pan Weixiang, the school's teacher director. You don't have to go back to the classroom. Come with me to the principal's office. The independent directors and parent directors are here. Let's have a small meeting together."

Liang Zhichao's laughter stopped abruptly.

He stared blankly at Zhai Yuan beside him, watching him calmly shaking hands and talking with Director Pan, so much so that he didn't hear clearly what was said.

We're all just having fun talking nonsense together, why are you serious?
"Ah Chao, go back to the classroom first. I'm going to have a small meeting with Director Pan."

Zhai Yuan looked teasingly, patted Liang Zhichao on the shoulder and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Huh? Oh, okay, okay."

Liang Zhichao hurriedly agreed a few times, with a complicated expression, and walked towards the classroom with heavy steps.

He looked back every few steps, watching his deskmate, who he remembered as dull, chatting and laughing with Director Pan as they walked towards the administrative building, a building he had never been close to before.

In addition to curiosity, it is more difficult to accept.

Although they were both poor students from housing estates, Liang Zhichao always had a slight sense of superiority when facing Zhai Yuan.

This superiority comes from the fact that his parents are healthy and his family is better off than Zhai Yuan's. Occasionally, by treating him to some snacks or a movie, he can gain the emotional value of envy and gratitude.

But when Zhai Yuan was received by the school directors, Liang Zhichao's sense of superiority disappeared.

……

"Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Zhai Yuan."

Pan Weixiang led Zhai Yuan into the principal's office and greeted the other people in the room with a smile.

Then he said to Zhai Yuan, "Student Zhai Yuan, this is the parent director Mr. Cheng Yanquan, and these two are the independent directors Mr. Tao Jiajun and Ms. Xue Wanen. As for your principal Huang, there is no need for me to introduce him."

Zhai Yuan felt that an introduction was actually necessary because he had only seen Principal Huang six times in his six years of middle school and didn't even know his name.

As for the principal's office, this is my first time setting foot in it.

"Hello, Principal Huang, and the four school directors."

Thinking that he would soon get the second instalment of start-up funds, Zhai Yuan bowed politely, then looked up and observed several school leaders.

Lao Huang has a Mediterranean appearance, Lao Cheng is a fat man, and Xiao Tao looks like a pretty boy.

Anyway, you will just take the money and leave, so why bother remembering it so clearly!

Ok?
As soon as Zhai Yuan thought of this, his eyes fixed on the only woman in the office.

Ms. Xue Wanen, an independent school director, has short hair cut to her ears, delicate makeup, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her high nose bridge.

She looked to be around 26 or 27 years old, wearing a white shirt with a slim black windbreaker on the outside, and a standard black pencil skirt on the bottom. Her long legs were wrapped in black stockings, which were faintly visible under the hem of the windbreaker, and she had a pair of black pointed-toe stiletto shoes on her ankles.

Seeing Zhai Yuan looking at her, Xue Wan'en nodded slightly at him, her jawline tight and clear.

Her cold face and her graceful figure, which cannot be hidden by the green mountains, form a strong contrast.

Zhai Yuan's heart moved.

Yo!
(End of this chapter)