Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Binjiang County Hospital, third floor of the inpatient department.

"Sister, you take it. This is my own money, it has nothing to do with family matters."

"Sissi, where did you get so much money?"

Tian Xiaocui asked nervously.

My younger sister has never been easy to deal with; she doesn't study hard and has made a lot of bad friends.

Her family complained to her a couple of times, so she volunteered to go to a vocational high school, saying that she wasn't cut out for studying and wanted to learn a trade to earn money sooner.

How can a girl who knows nothing and understands nothing make money?

Besides, he only went to vocational high school last semester and hasn't even taken the college entrance exam yet. Where would he get the money?

"Sister, don't worry about it. I have my own way of handling it."

"Sisi, you must never go astray."

Tian Xiaocui's intention to give her younger sister the opportunity to go to school was good, but it didn't change anything.

After all, they are twins; she herself is not very good at studying, and her younger sister is not much better.

Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Anyway, the girl from the poor family has already tried her best to struggle.

Unable to break free of the cage, one can only grit one's teeth and accept it.

"No, sister, I've already started practicing my knife skills. I'll cook you something delicious when I'm in charge of cooking."

Tian Xiaoqian pushed her sister back into the ward and turned to go downstairs.

Downstairs in the shade of the trees, there was a maroon Honda 400 parked, modified with dual exhaust, looking both sturdy and trendy.

A girl with dreadlocks was sitting in the car, wearing distressed light blue denim shorts and shiny black wide-heeled open-toe sandals.

He held the handlebars with his right hand, bent his left elbow, and held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Seeing Tian Xiaoqian come out, he waved to her, then threw away his cigarette butt, put it out on his left toe.

"Is it all done?"

"Okay, let's go."

Tian Xiaoqian skillfully jumped onto the back seat of the Honda street bike.

"Station steamed buns?"

"Forget it, there's still instant noodles in the dorm, I'll treat you."

Tian Xiaoqian wanted to help Yang Yuehan save money, since she had only lent her 1000 yuan and both of their wallets were almost empty. They had to be careful with their money before the end of the month.

"Ugh!"

Yang Yuehan had never suffered from a lack of money, but she went to great lengths to help her best friend.

She had to break her piggy bank, which she had since she was a child, to collect the money.

"Don't sigh, I'll give you another sausage."

Tian Xiaoqian comforted her good friend.

Boom! Boom!

The motorcycle roared away and sped off.

From the window of the third-floor corridor, Tian Xiaocui watched her younger sister's departing figure, her eyes filled with sorrow.

She was too far away to tell whether her sister was hugging a man or a woman.

People habitually assume that hooligans riding motorcycles are all men.

Especially that big, full-sleeve tattoo.

Even decent people wouldn't do that, let alone girls.

"Sis, someone bullied me. Look, look..."

Yang Xu tilted half his face and showed it to Yang Yuehan.

To be honest, Yang Yuehan didn't see anything.

But if Yang Xu says he was bullied, then he really was.

This matter needs to be addressed.

One reason is to save face for the leader of the cram school.

Secondly, the two sisters are short of money right now.

I'll just scrape by and make a little money to supplement my income.

"Who hit him?"

Yang Yuehan asked sternly.

She's very good at putting on airs; whether it's real or fake, it's just her true self.

Yang Xu hesitated for a moment.

He didn't know Zhao Tiejun before, but he found out about him just now.

He was a star player on the vocational high school soccer team, always calling on his friends and always having a seat in the cafeteria. It was said that he didn't even need water tickets to get water.

Although my older sister is also arrogant and has a group of followers, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. There's still a difference between a primary school student and a vocational high school student.

Although they are both professional students, how can an art student compete with a sports student in fighting?

Besides, she's my older sister, not my older brother.

But as the saying goes, you can always pick the softest persimmon to squeeze.

"Yes, he's a new transfer student in our class."

"This transfer student is so arrogant? What did they do to start the fight?"

Yang Yuehan frowned and asked.

My younger brother is quite timid. Apart from being cunning and greedy for small gains, he would never dare to lay a hand on anyone.

"I went to rent a novel, and he wanted to rent one too. I wouldn't let him, and then he got beaten up."

At the school gate, students were coming and going. Yang Xu's words made Yang Yuehan feel embarrassed and ashamed.

So cowardly!

How did I end up with such a younger brother?

Being a year younger means being half as timid.

What bad luck.

"How much money do you have left? Give it to me first."

"what?"

"What? If I bring someone to your class, shouldn't I buy them ice cream and soda?"

"Oh, oh, I still have twenty, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..."

"Bring it all here."

Yang Yuehan snatched it away.

"Sis, I... I still need to eat."

Yang Xu had a bitter face.

He regretted waiting for his sister at the school gate.

Why do I feel more heartbroken than when I get kicked?

"What a hassle, here you go."

The three tickets were thrown back.

Yang Xu clutched the two yuan and fifty cents, on the verge of tears.

"This isn't enough?"

"A pack of instant noodles costs 6 cents, enough to last you until you get home."

Yang Xu hesitated, not waiting for him to continue his efforts.

Yang Yuehan waved her hand behind him: "Qianqian, go buy two more braised eggs, then we'll have money again."

Yang Xu: ...

Sis, is it appropriate for you to say this after I just stole money from my brother in front of him?

Have you considered my feelings, my younger brother?

If we could turn back time, I wouldn't need you to stand up for me anymore, okay?

Yang Xu and Tang Yisheng were in the same class, but Yang Xu saw Tang Yisheng because the English teacher called his name twice.

Tang Yisheng did not see Yang Xu's face clearly.

No matter how powerful one's photographic memory is, even with the assistance of AI, it's impossible to deduce the face of someone engrossed in reading a novel simply by looking at their hair whorls.

At this moment, Tang Yisheng had just separated from Zhao Tiejun and climbed the stairs to go to the classroom, unaware that he had been pushed out as a scapegoat.

Yang Xu returned to the classroom and first looked at the last row, where Tang Yisheng was resting his chin on one hand, idly playing with his fingers.

snort!

Just wait and see.

Yang Xu was secretly pleased with himself.

He might not be able to afford to offend Zhao Tiejun, but he could manage to deal with Tang Yisheng, the newcomer who had just arrived.

They're all people with connections and influence; why would WHO be afraid of WHO?

Despite his tall and imposing stature, Yang Xu, the transfer student, had several close friends in the class and wasn't afraid of him at all.

"Hey, what class is the first one this afternoon?"

Tang Yisheng nudged the bespectacled boy in the front row.

"history."

What?

history?

Tang Yisheng was dumbfounded.

No, I'm a science student, aren't I?

There are history classes too?

Who are you trying to fool?

"Hey, aren't we in a science class? Why are we having a history lesson?"

"Class 1 is science, and Class 2 is humanities."

The bespectacled boy smoothed his slicked-back hair, looking quite proud.

He thinks he's very handsome.

"liberal arts?"

Tang Yisheng got up and walked out.

That's not right.

That's not right at all.

I need to go to the academic affairs office to ask how things are arranged.

Three minutes later, Tang Yisheng was sent back.

The only people in the academic affairs office are Liu Yueliang and the female physical education teacher who works out.

Let's continue with the classes, and then we'll have a group discussion when the academic affairs director and the class teacher return.

Female PE teacher: "Ms. Liu, why didn't you ask before scheduling the shifts?"

"Cooking doesn't have arts and sciences categories, how would I know?"

"Why isn't it Class 1?"

"There are 78 people in Class 1. I just think Class 2 has fewer people, so it would be better to have a more even distribution."

Female PE teacher: That sounds quite reasonable.