Game of Destiny: This player is different

"Shuangtian, why don't you leave after school?"

In a class on the first floor of the senior class, a tall girl with gray hair knocked on Feng Shuangtian's desk.

"Is school over already?"

Feng Shuangtian, who was lying on her desk and writing furiously, looked up, a little confused.

"Yeah, it's already 10:05."

The tall girl raised the Tambour Horizon Light Up watch on her wrist (Tambour is a French word meaning "drum", which refers to the wrist component of the same name in the field of precision machinery; Horizon Light Up means the light of the horizon),

and asked curiously: "Have you been sick recently? You actually started to study hard."

Feng Shuangtian smoothed the hair on her forehead and stuffed the fifth-grade exercise book on the table into her schoolbag.

"We are students. Is it strange for students to study hard?"

"Isn't it strange?"

"Is it strange?"

"It's strange!"

The tall girl leaned against the desk: "Who would come to school here if they don't have any idea in their mind?

With our academic level, it's good enough if we don't hand in a blank paper."

Feng Shuangtian, who had already packed up, smiled and didn't continue the topic.

The two left the classroom side by side and said goodbye to each other at the school gate.

It was just after school, and the road was busy and crowded.

Feng Shuangtian carried her schoolbag, carefully avoided the passing cars, took out her phone and walked towards the intersection while typing.

"Mom still has work to do today, Nini, you take a taxi home, remember to send a message when you get home."

Seeing the reply from Sister Li on the phone screen.

Feng Shuangtian sighed helplessly.

Since the crematorium resumed operations, her mother has been busy as before.

Even the usual pick-up and drop-off are sometimes not available.

There is no way.

She called an online car using the software, and she stood alone at the intersection waiting quietly.

Summer is coming, and the night wind blows on her face, with a faint warmth.

As the cars carrying their own children drove away, the noisy Mudanjiang High School returned to peace.

It was late at night.

Some dirty things began to stir.

...

Click, click, click.

The sound of flat shoes stepping on the ground.

Li Yujuan, who had just finished work, was walking in the empty campus with a small bag.

"Alas, what are the school leaders thinking? These students are so naughty and have no intention of studying."

She tapped her sore shoulders and complained to herself:

"And they are all children from wealthy families. Even if they don't take the college entrance examination in the future, they can go abroad as exchange students and find a university that can be attended by paying money to get a diploma.

After returning, they can use their family connections to find a job that is several times more lucrative than that of ordinary children.

There is no need to worry about the problem of future prospects."

As the saying goes, reading changes destiny.

Only by studying hard, studying and studying again can you find a road to Rome.

But there is another sentence.

You spend more than ten years trying to find the starting point to Rome, but unexpectedly, some people have lived in Rome since they were born.

Society is so unfair.

Especially in the current environment, the situation is getting worse.

The popularization of education has made the number of graduates each year far exceed the number of mid- and high-end jobs that society can provide.

Roll, roll, roll.

If children from ordinary families don't roll and work hard, they will have to compete with their peers for jobs with an admission ratio of 1:100 or even 1:450.

How can they live up to the earnest expectations of their parents in their hometown, how can they break free from the shackles of class shackles and become the middle class of their dreams?

The scary thing is.

Even if you risk your life and try your best to finally get an offer (admission notice).

Next, there is a high probability that you will be under heavy work pressure of 996 or even 007.

What, good fortune will destroy your health?

Okay, then resign.

If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will.

The huge number of employed people allows the upper-class chaebols and wealthy people to exploit the middle and lower-level employees unscrupulously.

Angry and unwilling?

In the face of various expenses, this emotion is worthless.

This is the case in China, and it is also the case in Japan and South Korea next door.

Li Yujuan recalled the lecture from the school director in the morning and smiled disdainfully.

What do you mean by taking off the hat of the worst school and making students study hard?

Is it possible?

These children who have already won at the finish line don’t need to take high exams to change their fate.

Just enjoy the blessing of their parents.

Just follow the arranged path step by step and continue to sit firmly in the upper position.

"These scum students deserve to go to school in Mudanjiang."

Li, who was born in the lower class and finally found this job,Yujuan cursed secretly in her heart.

She didn't dare to say these words openly.

If someone with ulterior motives heard it, her job would be in jeopardy.

After all, the school relies on the high tuition fees paid by the parents of these scum students to make a living.

And she really needs the five-digit salary paid by Mudanjiang High School every month to subsidize her family.

Click, click, click.

The crisp footsteps crossed the road from the school gate.

It reached the ears of Feng Shuangtian who was waiting for the car.

The latter turned her head and looked.

She found that it was the teacher in charge, and immediately greeted sweetly.

"Oh, it's Shuangtian. Your mother hasn't come to pick you up so late?"

Li Yujuan looked up and recognized the other party, and smiled like a Sichuan opera face-changing.

"No, I'm waiting for an online car-hailing car. Teacher, are you going to the parking lot?"

Feng Shuangtian asked politely.

"Ah, haha. The teacher hasn't bought a car yet."

"Is that so? Then the teacher is also going to take a taxi? Do you want to join us?"

Haha, do you think I can squander money like you students?

Or do you want to see the old residential area where I, a teacher, live?

Li Yujuan's smile remained, but she had already started to make plans behind her back.

Especially when she saw the pink Heure H watch (a product of Hermès) on Feng Shuangtian's wrist, she felt disgusted inexplicably.

A child of a rich family, a watch can be worth nearly three months of salary.

Why?

After a few simple greetings, Li Yujuan said goodbye to Feng Shuangtian in a hurry.

When she walked far away, she spat.

She stepped hard.

It seemed that the spit was Feng Shuangtian.

It was those students in the class who were well-dressed and never worried about a few pieces of silver.

When she walked with her head down, she kept mumbling in her heart and venting her dissatisfaction.

Somehow, a cold wind blew from the side.

Li Yujuan felt a little cold, with a chill on her back and neck.

Looking back, there was nothing on the empty street.

"No one, am I being too suspicious?"

Continue walking forward.

When she reached the entrance of an alley, a small figure suddenly appeared in her sight.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

When she got closer, she saw that it was a little boy playing with a ball alone.

The little rubber ball was kicked back and forth by him.

The noise she heard was the ball hitting the wall.

Why is there a little boy playing with a ball at the entrance of an alley in the middle of the night?