This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

"This kid, what kind of plane is he talking about?"

"Isn't today Tuesday? Shouldn't he be studying by himself last night? Why did he come out to eat?"

"Still telling Lao Tzu that you have something important to tell yourself?"

"What can't you go home to talk about at night? Do you have to talk about it now?"

"Food spicy Sichuan restaurant, which restaurant did you choose?"

While chattering non-stop, Chu Zhen parked the battery car at the entrance of the mall.

He is Chu Xiaoran's father, who runs a furniture and furniture business in Zhongnan.

He was looking at the store, when he received a call from his son Chu Xiaoran, asking him to come out for dinner.

Have a meal?

This little bastard is definitely out to invite friends to dinner again, calling himself to pay the bill, right?

This kind of thing, his precious son has done more than once.

But Chu Zhen never blamed Chu Xiaoran.

From Chu Zhen's point of view, he really deserves to be his own kind. Just like him, he has a lot of friends.

This is a good thing.

By his side, there is a group of good buddies.

Since his student days, he has been a good brother for many years.

Drink together, eat meat together, watch football together, wash your feet together... have a good time.

Chu Zhen is very happy that his son can be like him.

As for studying?

That's the child's mother's business, Chu Zhen wouldn't care about it!

When he was in school, his grades were just like that.

Therefore, he never persecuted his son too much.

If you can learn it, learn it, if you can't learn it, just let it go, don't force it.

As for how strict his wife is?

That little bastard has to deal with it himself, he can't control it.

Just as Chu Zhen was walking towards the shopping mall, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure in the battery car parking lot not far away.

"dad?"

"How did you come?"

"Could it be that brat Ranran who called you over?"

As Chu Zhen said, he stopped and waited for his father.

Chu Zhen's father, Chu Xiaoran's grandfather, named Chu Anbang, is a hale and hearty old man, tall and thin, not showing his age.

He parked the battery car and walked slowly to Chu Zhen's side.

"But you called me here, why? Called you too?"

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come!"

Chu Anbang put his hands behind his waist and snorted softly.

Chu Zhen smiled awkwardly, "Dad, Manchester United lost to Chelsea, and I wasn't the one who went up to play. Why are you competing with me?"

"Besides, Manchester United's league points are higher than Chelsea's now!"

"I didn't say anything."

Chu Anbang stared, "If you lose, you lose. I'm in a bad mood, why?"

Chu Zhen looked at his old man who looked like a child, shook his head with a smile, turned around, and made a "please" gesture, "Okay, Dad, but you are still waiting for us inside."

"He called the two of us alone, and he didn't know what he was going to do."

Speaking of his precious grandson, Chu Anbang immediately changed his smile again.

"But what can he do? It must be because he has no money to invite friends to dinner."

"This kid, can you just ask me to transfer the money? Why don't you have to call it 'invite me to dinner'? Ha ha."

Not a family, do not enter a door.

Chu Anbang and Chu Zhen's father and son guessed the same.

After a while, the two arrived at the door of Box No. 3 of Fu La Sichuan Restaurant.

Chu Zhen knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Chu Xiaoran looked mysterious.

"Grandpa, Dad, you are finally here."

Chu Zhen pushed open the door and said with a smile, "What the hell are you doing, kid?"

The moment he entered the box, Chu Zhen, who was originally smiling, froze.

Why are there two foreigners in the box?

And it looks so familiar?

Chu Zhen rubbed his eyes, and then his eyes were as big as copper bells.

His mouth also opened in a big o shape.

The whole person, as if struck by lightning, stood still in place.

Chu Anbang, who entered the door behind, saw Chu Zhen looking like a ghost, and slapped him on the head.

"Of course, the guests are here, please pay attention."

As he said that, he made an apology to Xu Jie and the others who were seated, "I'm sorry, everyone, I made you laugh."

After being slapped hard by his old man, Chu Zhen seemed to come back to his senses.

He pointed at Fernando and Hunter very impolitely, and exclaimed in disbelief:

"You...you you...you are Fernando Louis?"

"He...he is Hunter Scott?"

"I...I...I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Snapped!

As he said that, Chu Zhen really slapped himself.

This scene directly shocked everyone in the box.

Chu Xiaoran at the side wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

My father is so embarrassing!

But after thinking about it, he could understand his father's mood at this time.

His dad is a die-hard Blues fan, the kind that has been going on for decades!

No one is more familiar with Chelsea than him.

It was not unusual for him to be able to recognize Fernando and Hunt at a glance.

"Dad, pay attention to the occasion."

When Chu Xiaoran was speaking, Xu Jie had already stood up and greeted Mr. Chu Anbang and Chu Zhen with a smile.

"I'm Xu Jie, Chu Xiaoran's class teacher."

"This is Mr. Fernando, the youth training director of Chelsea Club."

"This is Mr. Hunt, the head coach of the Chelsea youth team."

Originally still very calm, the old man Chu Anbang, who blamed Chu Zhen for embarrassment, trembled all over.

He is an old fan of the Red Devils Manchester United.

But that didn't stop him from being so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

Chelsea's youth training director?

Youth team coach?

Eating in the same box with your precious grandson?

He pinched his arm hard.

"Hiss...Dad, what are you doing? It hurts!"

Chu Zhen on the side almost jumped up in pain.

Master Chu Anbang nodded dully, "It hurts as long as it hurts, it's true?"

"Aren't you dreaming?!"

Xu Jie looked at the family in front of him and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

What a fun old man.

Very interesting father and son.

What a fun family.

He finally knew how Chu Xiaoran developed such a good character.

After a dramatic opening, Mr. Chu Anbang and Chu Zhen finally sat down.

"Mr. Xu, are you saying that our family is going to play in Chelsea's youth training?"

Chu Anbang, Chu Zhen and his son looked at the very young Teacher Xu beside them in shock.

After Xu Jie's introduction and narration, they finally knew the cause and effect of the matter.

But how dare the father and son believe such a thing!

Their precious son (grandson) can go to Europe to play football?

Grandpa Chu Anbang was about to pinch Chu Zhen secretly again, but Chu Zhen dodged him nimbly.

Xu Jie smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have discussed the specific details with Mr. Fernando and the others."

"As long as you nod your head, the contract will be in your hands tomorrow."

As soon as Xu Jie finished speaking, before Chu Zhen could react, Mr. Chu Anbang slapped the table.

"go!"

"Of course I'm going!"

"Our Chu family, I have the final say!"