Guards lottery

Zhang Lan knew a long time ago that if these cruel and selfish guys are reliable, the old sows will climb trees!

"Three months, thirty-three thousand! It seems that I got involved with the word 'three'!"

Time is tight and the task is heavy. Where can Zhang Lan get such a large sum of money? Can someone borrow it?It seems that few in their class have a good time with him. Even if the relationship is still in the past, they may not have the money to lend him. After all, college students are the ancestors of consumption. item is not an expense?

"Hey, forget it, it's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Go to bed first, and go to the city in the afternoon to finish tutoring."

Today is Saturday, there is no class, Zhang Lan took a nap, took the No. 31 bus, and rushed to Maohuawan Community on Lanbing Road.

In the past, he took care of all the little friends, which were difficult and annoying. This year, his personality exploded, and he took a top-notch little lolita, a freshman in high school.Taking classes twice a week costs 1500 yuan a month, twice as much as his library sweeper who pays 750 yuan a month.

Zhang Lan got off the bus, and after walking for a few minutes, finally came to the Maohuawan community.

This neighborhood is not considered a high-end neighborhood, but the greening is done fairly well, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus along the way is refreshing.

Zhang Lan made a few twists and turns, and stopped under a hanging flower tree that looked like a tall green umbrella for one person. This is the fifth building and three units.He stared straight at the electronic doorbell on the big iron door, stretched out his right index finger and pressed 401﹟, then raised his eyes to look up to the fourth floor. After a while, he saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses, sticking his head out of the window and looking down. look.

Zhang Lan knew that man, he was the client of this tutoring, Sun Feifei's father, Sun Gang.

After Zhang Lan waited downstairs for a while, Sun Gang came out of the elevator door wearing slippers.

His complexion was not very good, a little gloomy, as if he had quarreled with his wife, and he didn't greet Zhang Lan with the usual smile when he saw Zhang Lan.

Through his gold-rimmed glasses, Zhang Lan saw a pair of small eyes with a hint of irritability.

"Uncle Sun, didn't you go out today?" Although Sun Gang didn't look good, Zhang Lan still said some polite words to him, holding the iron gate with his right hand and waiting for him to open it and enter.

"En." Sun Gang let out a word lazily from his throat, but he didn't touch his belt for the key, as if he didn't intend to open the door.

Only then did Zhang Lan realize that something was wrong with Sun Gang today: "Uncle Sun, what happened? Let's go up and talk about it. Maybe I can help!"

Sun Gang stared at Zhang Lan's smiling face, and the more anxious Zhang Lan wanted to go up, the more unhappy he seemed to be.

"You don't need to go up, you don't need a tutor today." Sun Gang said lightly.

"Oh, is it because Fei'er is not at home, or did she not come back because she was delayed by something at school?" Zhang Lan asked speculatively, a little hairy in her heart, why did she feel that Sun Gang looked at him like a thief?

"Well, she is indeed not at home." Hearing Zhang Lan call "Fei'er" in a natural and affectionate manner, Sun Gang's face darkened slightly, and became more gloomy than before.

"Oh, then I'll make up this class tomorrow morning." Zhang Lan caught the change in Sun Gang's face. This person probably isn't in a good mood today, so don't mess with it, let's make it up another day.

"No need." Sun Gang waved his right hand, showing an expression of refusal.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Zhang Lan's expression finally changed. What is this called? Did he deliberately find fault with me today?

"My Fei'er doesn't learn painting anymore." Sun Gang said indifferently, looking at his expression, it seemed that he regretted letting his daughter learn painting from Zhang Lan.

"Impossible, she told me last time that she likes to draw, so is she going to take an art class in her sophomore year of high school?" Zhang Lan was a little puzzled, could it be that you, a parent, forced her to do so?

"Let me tell you the truth, look at this." Sun Gang turned his head and took out a palm-sized pink diary with a combination lock from his back pocket.

Zhang Lan frowned, some doubts flashed across his eyes, why are you showing me the diary?

He took the diary from the gap between the two steel pillars of the iron gate. Seeing that the combination lock had been unlocked, he opened the hard pink case, frowning and started browsing from the first page.

Sun Feier's black pen writing is very delicate. At the end of each article, there are smiley faces or other emoticons or something, which is very youthful. However, after flipping through a few pages, he found that the following However, most of the content is about the fantasies of girls with different surnames.

This is normal, after all, every woman came from the girl Huaichun, but when he saw the sentence on the eighth page, "I am looking forward to Saturday every day, because I can see Teacher Zhang at that time... Is this a crush?"

Zhang Lan's eyes immediately stared at the boss, his dark eyes were bright and surprised, he raised his head subconsciously, and found that Sun Gang was staring at him fiercely with a dark face, Zhang Lan was a little flustered, feeling as if he had tricked his daughter into innocence Seemingly, Wei Wei avoids Sun Gang's questioning eyes, looks down and flips through a few pages, and finds that the rest of this seems to be serialized like a story!

It records in detail the scenes and feelings of her and Zhang Lan learning to paint every Saturday and Sunday. The most terrible thing is that the love revealed between the lines made his little heart beat slightly faster: this girl, she loves you! My love, why didn't I notice it?

Zhang Lan was depressed: he wants to look good but not good looking, he wants money but not money, how could she fall in love with him?Is it really a love for a long time?Or is it the first love of a girl?Could it be that every Saturday, there is another teacher surnamed Zhang who is also teaching her how to draw, probably impossible.

It was the first time I found out that there was a girl who had a crush on him, and she was a high school student, a top-notch little lolita. Zhang Lan felt a little sense of accomplishment, and the expression on his face was embarrassing, shy and secretly happy.

Zhang Lan continued to look down, but the speed was getting slower and slower, so he simply changed from browsing to reading.

He seems to be addicted to watching, leaning against the iron gate without moving, but Zhang Lan subconsciously felt that he was being stared at by snake eyes. Sun Gang's face was as dark as Bao Gong's.

"Are you still addicted to watching? Give it back to me!" Sun Gang unceremoniously snatched the pink diary that Zhang Lan couldn't put it down.

Zhang Lan slipped his right hand, and Sun Gang snatched the diary. To be honest, he only read half of the diary, and there are still many chapters left to read. He really wanted to take it back to the dormitory. Read it carefully, so that you can understand how far Mayfair's feelings for him have reached?Maybe, when you have to, you can show it off and impress the few roommates who have been laughing at him for not having a girlfriend?

It's a pity that what Zhang Lan subconsciously held in his right hand was empty, and the diary had already been snatched by Sun Gang.

"Boy, don't look at my daughter's diary like a thief. When she comes back, I will set it on fire! Hmph!"

"Seeing that you look like a good old man, it turns out that you are pretending to seduce ignorant underage girls. Is this something that a college student can do?"

Sun Gang's questioning voice was a little hasty, a little loud, and getting louder, and his tone became more and more ruthless, as if he was about to quarrel with Zhang Lan.

Sun Gang's loud voice, as if he wanted to fight, made his wife fidget, and finally couldn't help stretching her head to look down: Could it be that there is going to be a fight?

Zhang Lan was still immature, but he was dizzy when he was questioned by these two sentences. He stood there in a daze, not knowing how to refute.

But the brain short circuit is only a few seconds.

"I don't have anything to say. If you have a tutor, you can teach him, and you want to kill two birds with one stone? Hmph, I look down on this kind of person the most, cheating money and sex!"

Seeing Zhang Lan stunned there, he looked like a beggar and was easy to bully, so Sun Gang scolded him more and more ugly!

But the scolding of "deceive money and color bias" was a bit too much, and it severely stimulated Zhang Lan. How can I say that people also rely on craftsmanship to eat, and they taught your daughter to draw in a serious way. How can you do this? What about slandering others?

Zhang Lan felt that not only her character but also her personality had been insulted. The joy of being secretly loved by a beautiful woman just now was swept away, and her chest heaved slightly. Since you are merciless, why should I be polite?

"Cheat money and sex? Lie money, how much did I lie to you? It is agreed that there will be two classes a week, 1500 in January, no matter the wind and rain, which day will I be lazy and not come? Lie sex, did I lie to your daughter? , Just rely on this diary? Does it say that I slept with your daughter?!"