Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

The door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and Qian Kuailai was carrying a schoolbag—what, as a high school student, he was still carrying a schoolbag?I rubbed my eyes, he was really carrying a schoolbag with the words Huanzhugegeli's Little Swallow and Fifth Prince printed on it.

Are you kidding me, is the F4 of Meteor Garden popular now? Money is coming soon!

The homeroom teacher was almost falling asleep on the desk, but jumped up suddenly, and after seeing clearly that the money was coming soon, he asked sharply, "Why are you here now?"

Qian Kuailai said aggrievedly, "The cycle bus I want to take is only available at seven o'clock."

The whole class was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter together. [

The circular car is a commuter car that only workers take. It only runs twice a day, one in the morning and one in the evening.The cycle car has been in operation for more than ten years, and it is old and worn out, and the speed is slow. The only advantage is that the ticket is only one yuan.

However, the key problem is that taking other cars is only [-] cents more expensive than the cycle car!

The head teacher was also extremely speechless, and didn't know whether to encourage or criticize Qian Kuai Lai's frugality, so he had to let him sit down first.

But everyone’s laughter continued, and some people even joked with him: “Come on, come on, you can do my laundry once, can I give you fifty cents?”

Anyone who hears such insulting words will be angry.Qian came quickly but his eyes lit up: "Really?"

That classmate was speechless instead: "Ah... this..."

Money quickly took out a wrinkled, black, with something stained on it, fifty cents from his pocket, and handed it to the little glasses sitting next to him: "I owe you the last time I bought crispy noodles!"

The little glasses took it in surprise, before Qian Kuailai focused on reading the book before he had time to say anything.

No matter how others ridiculed Qian Huailai, he remained indifferent, and everyone felt bored, and the atmosphere in the classroom gradually quieted down.

The old head teacher saw that almost everyone had come, so he went out for a stroll.

However, No. [-] Middle School is No. [-] Middle School. Everyone is an elite selected from all over the world. No one speaks. They are all reading books.I also took out my chemistry book, and pretended to read it for a while, but I was still thinking about Li Sijia's note.