Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

The high school cafeteria offers delicious food at reasonable prices.

Tang Yisheng and the fat man shared a table, where they could eat four dishes and a soup for only six cents each.

Five big white steamed buns, Tang Yisheng ate two, and the fat man ate three.

Two pieces of fermented bean curd for three cents, plus two free spoonfuls of juice.

Fried salted radish slices cost 15 cents each. They are coated in batter and fried until crispy. A slice is placed inside a steamed bun. It is fragrant and oily, and has a crunchy texture.

A small packet of seaweed strips for 5 cents, rinsed with the free hot water provided by the cafeteria, and broken into half a steamed bun, makes a savory and delicious seafood dumpling soup.

Those with more money could buy eggplant fritters and fried lotus root fritters for 35 cents a piece from the small window.

For those who want to be even more extravagant, try a fried chili pepper that costs 80 cents.

Stuffing green peppers with chunks of braised meat, coating them in batter, and deep-frying them until golden brown, each bite satisfies both the spiciness of a rice-eating dish and the pure, primal craving of a meat-eater.

Tang Yisheng had an urge to chew on a fried chili pepper, but his mother, Yang Jinjuan, was away on a business trip at the end of the month and hadn't returned yet, so he was a little short on cash.

Needless to say, the fat guy is even worse.

With more than three months to go before adulthood, he couldn't even afford to eat his fill every day, despite receiving 150 yuan more in living expenses than Tang Yisheng each month.

This is why he had to drag Tang Yisheng to the cafeteria every day.

It's not embarrassing to share a meal with my childhood best friend.

It would be embarrassing to be ridiculed for beating your belly in the classroom.

"You really don't know Eileen Chang?"

"I know Zhang Aixia."

The fat man stuffed himself with food while giving perfunctory answers.

"That's your mother, how dare you not recognize her?"

Tang Yisheng rolled his eyes at him.

His gaze couldn't help but drift to the small window selling meat and chili peppers not far away. It looked lonely and pitiful, but he didn't have enough money in his pocket to patronize it.

Just as I was about to look away, a tall figure blocked the window.

Tang Yisheng blinked.

I have a slight urge to go and ask the other person for a bite of high-end food.

That girl was a repeat student in the arts and sports class and enjoyed a high reputation throughout the school.

Because of her versatility, and because of her unparalleled overall image.

Without the backdrop of the noisy, worldly world around him, Song Junying wouldn't look like a living person at all.

Sailor Moon is something you only see in manga.

Judging from Tang Yisheng's current perspective, this half-sister is definitely a regret of being born more than ten years earlier.

If she wants to cosplay anime characters, she doesn't need beauty filters or even heavy makeup to cover her face. Just put on a sailor uniform and she'll look just like Ami Mizuno.

go with?

Should we not go?

Tang Yisheng looked around. Not far to his right, Zhang Lei and Jiang Ruoxi happened to be looking over. Jiang Ruoxi, that little firecracker, didn't care, but Zhang Lei could see it.

Tang Yisheng then abandoned the idea of ​​provoking Song Junying.

When Jiang Ruoxi saw Tang Yisheng looking over, she was like a cat with its fur standing on end. She not only raised her arm and waved it in the air, but also glared at Tang Yisheng.

Although he wasn't vicious at all, Tang Yisheng understood.

Jiang Ruoxi is probably already trying her best to portray a ruthless and vicious persona.

"Hey, Fatty, your Jiang Ruoxi keeps peeking this way."

"What?"

The fat man shuddered. He, who could usually eat a large steamed bun in three bites, suddenly slowed down his swallowing.

A polar bear reincarnated from a starving ghost transformed into Daiyu, possessed by a ghost who ate herself to death.

Tang Yisheng picked up his chopsticks and quickly scooped up the last half of the fermented bean curd, stuffing it into the center of the steamed bun.

While the fat man pretended to casually turn his head to look, she used a plate in one hand and a steamed bun in the other to wipe the fermented bean curd juice clean.

It's so good to be young; you have a good appetite and everything tastes delicious.

Young fat men are really funny.

Two days later.

Duan Xueyou has recovered from his injury and returned to school.

It's said that he's become much more low-key in class.

The situation of people gathering in large groups in the aisle behind the classroom after class has also been alleviated.

The corner of the aisle in Class 9 of Grade 11 is no longer a den of dragons and tigers that good students would avoid like the plague.

Tang Yisheng was used to high school life again.

The purpose of attending class is to confirm the results of having a photographic memory.

During breaks, one can observe from above the students' diverse academic journeys, some with furrowed brows, others with a sense of relief.

Occasionally, he would tease his deskmate, Wang Min.

It's actually quite interesting how the serious and methodical demeanor of a young girl aspiring to be a lawyer can break down and crumble.

Tang Yisheng found joy in it.

It wasn't until after the second period's morning exercises that this happened.

Fatty Wang Liqiang came panting as he searched for him.

"I heard that Duan Xueyou contacted a big shot from the sports team and plans to ambush you after school. You'd better be careful these next few days..."

"How did you know? Is the information reliable?"

Tang Yisheng frowned slightly.

When Tang Yisheng heard the fat man mention "sports team," he knew the information was quite reliable.

Duan Xueyou does indeed have a cousin who trains in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) at a sports training team.

Two years later, during a crackdown, that guy fled to a village further down the street, but he still couldn't escape being punished with peanuts.

Tang Yisheng had a deep impression of this incident.

Rumors circulated in the classmates' QQ group that this was the root cause of the falling out between Duan Xueyou and Cui Rui.

"You weren't there during recess. Zhang Lei had Jiang Ruoxi specifically talk to me about it. Who knows if it's true or just a prank to scare you."

The fat man smiled broadly, showing no concern whatsoever for Tang Yisheng's safety.

He was currently immersed in the sweetness of Jiang Ruoxi taking the initiative to talk to him.

"Okay, Fatty, let's be careful on our way back tonight. If we really run into..."

"Old Tang, I'm going to have a private study session starting today, so maybe you shouldn't wait for me tonight."

The so-called "mini-study session" refers to the extra half-hour of free time that boarding students have after the three evening self-study sessions.

The classroom lights are left on to give students who don't need to commute time a break.

Jiang Ruoxi just told Wang Liqiang to keep up the good work and try to get into the top 100 in his grade.

Although Jiang Ruoxi said it casually, the effect was amazing.

Having fished for over twenty years, turning the chubby man with cherry-like lips into the original mandarin fish, Jiang Ruoxi's status in the chubby man's heart is evident.

With just that one casual remark, the fat man was spurred on with boundless motivation and his blood was boiling.

If Jiang Ruoxi hadn't insisted that he tell Tang Yisheng the news, he wouldn't have wanted to waste such a precious time.

By relaying messages from Class 5 and then going back, I can memorize a couple more lines of English words.

If I had done a little better in the monthly English exam, I might have gotten into the top 100 in the grade.

What a pity.

As for whether Tang Yisheng will get beaten up—

Even setting aside the fact that the news is still uncertain about its veracity.

All that matters to me now is youth and love.

Youth is himself, love is Jiang Ruoxi.

Who is Tang Yisheng?

Suddenly, Tang, whom I hardly recognize anymore, reached out her hand.

"What are you doing?"

The fat man instinctively covered his pocket and took a half step back in a defensive posture.

"How much you have on you? Lend it to me first."

"No, not many left."

"Three hundred or two hundred is not too little, don't be shy, give it to me quickly, it won't interfere with your meal tomorrow."

"real?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Old Tang, you've been lying to me a lot these past few days, and you've been trying to scare me!"

puff.

At the back door, Wang Min overheard everything clearly and was once again thrown off guard by the conversation between the two.

Tang Yisheng despised her.

With such a low threshold for humor, isn't the lawyer afraid of angering the judge?

After all, there are countless bizarre cases, and once you enter that industry, it's hard not to encounter them.

As for how Tang Yisheng knew?

In the past, who hadn't worked part-time as a legal professional?

Tang Yisheng was particularly adept at persuading debtors, especially the high-quality clients who defaulted on their mortgages to save their homes.

The profits from foreclosed properties are quite substantial.