I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

Jiang Siming laughed suddenly when he looked at them. Is he so horrible, do he have to notify the teacher when he comes?

"Senior Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you who came!"

The elementary school girl hurriedly apologized.

Jiang Siming said dumbly: "You didn't do anything wrong. Besides, I was really a student here, but I graduated a few years earlier than you."

"Senior Jiang, I am also your fan."

The elementary school girl said excitedly, and felt that Jiang Siming was really as approachable as the rumors, and there was no arrogance at all.

They greeted quite a few old seniors today, and most people with status came in with a big fanfare, as if they were afraid that others would not know them.

But Jiang Siming is so low-key, as the richest man in Asia, he doesn't even have a bodyguard or secretary.

"Thank you, but can you let me in now?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.

"Yes, you can, please come in, Mr. Jiang."

The big sister of the elementary school hurriedly let Jiang Siming in. She blocked the richest man in Asia at the school gate and prevented her from entering.

Jiang Siming entered the campus smoothly, and soon the school leaders came.

"Oh~ the distress of becoming famous, I wanted to walk around the old campus alone."

"President Jiang, welcome to your alma mater."

Jiang Siming knew the speaker, the dean of teaching, who actually had a feast with him before.

About the sophomore year, Jiang Siming and a wealthy boy ran for the chairman of the student union.

He was originally a man of the school, with the most supporters.

But the dean of the dean finally rejected the crowds and got the rich boy elected.

It is estimated that the director has long forgotten about it.

Jiang Siming didn't even think about it now.

"Teachers, don't call me that, I'm always a member of the school, just call me Jiang Siming." Jiang Siming said politely.

After hearing this, several school leaders burst into laughter, boasting that Jiang Siming was indeed the pride of his alma mater.

Jiang Siming can't hear these official talks.

"How many leaders, what about my mentor Zhang Qiulan?" Jiang Siming didn't want to continue to be official here.

"Teacher Zhang is in the auditorium, but now that Teacher Zhang has rheumatoid arthritis, he can't come and pick you up. She said she is waiting for you in the auditorium."

"Rheumatoid arthritis?" Jiang Siming heard this and immediately walked towards the auditorium.

He stayed in this school for four years, and he knew exactly where the auditorium was.

Along the way, Jiang Siming took a look at the school environment, and it was still the same as before.

Just a few new teaching buildings and dormitory buildings have been added, and the others have not changed.

Fudan Poetry Soul, Little White Palace, Yanyuan, etc., these iconic locations are still the same as when Jiang Siming first came.

When passing by the school snack club, Jiang Siming stopped, turned and walked in.

I found a stall selling cold drinks and found that the old woman who used to buy cold drinks was no longer there, but a middle-aged woman.

"Hello, where is Grandma Liu?"

"You mean my mother, right? She died three years ago." The middle-aged woman replied.

Jiang Siming was a little lost after hearing this.

Grandma Liu is the original owner of this cold drink stand.

Jiang Siming didn't have much money when he was studying, so he often worked with Grandma Liu to help her watch the stalls and collect money to sell popsicles.

The old man was very good to him, and he tried some delicious food and brought him to the school.

Unexpectedly, the old man had passed away only two years after he left the campus.

Jiang Siming sighed, and finally looked at the cold drink stand and said to Grandma Liu's daughter, "Can you sell me a popsicle?"

"Okay, okay, a popsicle costs one dollar, forget it, I'll give it to you, no money."

Jiang Siming felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that the popsicles sold by Grandma Liu were still so cheap that they had not increased in price for so many years.

Jiang Siming didn't speak or give money. Instead, he turned around and took a pen to write something on a table. Finally, he passed a piece of paper to the other party in exchange for the ice lolli.

After Jiang Siming left, the woman reacted and picked up the slip of paper to see that it was a check.

Looking at the 6 0s at the back and the 2 at the front, the woman is dumbfounded.

Taking this popsicle out of the snack club, Jiang Siming took the popsicle apart and ate it, regardless of the number of school leaders following.

It's still the same, but it's a pity that the person is no longer that person.

Jiang Siming calmed down his mood, the deceased has passed away, and the living are sad.

He left two million to thank the old man Zeng Jin for his kindness and hope that he can take care of his descendants.

Just eat popsicles in the street, or eat them under the leadership of a group of school leaders.

None of the key school leaders dared to be dissatisfied.

When I walked to the auditorium, the popsicles happened to be finished.

As soon as Jiang Siming walked into the auditorium, he saw Zhang Qiulan, his former mentor.

Now he is in a wheelchair.

Jiang Siming walked over quickly, and the people in the auditorium boiled over Jiang Siming's arrival.

However, Jiang Siming ignored them and went straight to Zhang Qiulan and squatted.

"Teacher, long time no see."

Zhang Qiulan looked at Jiang Siming kindly, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled: "Xiao Ming, the teacher did not misunderstand you before."

"It's all well taught by the teacher."

Zhang Qiulan smiled happily, saying three good things, and she was very happy.

"Teacher, your legs?"

"Oh, old cold legs, they were frozen again last year, so I can only use a wheelchair."

"It's okay, teacher, I have a private hospital in Shanghai. When the school celebration is over, I will send you there. The doctors in it are all first-rate. You will get better soon."

"Really? That's great, the teacher will thank you first."

Zhang Qiulan didn't refuse Jiang Siming's kindness, after all, no one wanted to stay in a wheelchair forever.

I chatted with Zhang Qiulan for a long time, until the auditorium was almost full.

The principal personally came to invite Jiang Siming to take the leadership position on the stage.

At this time they specially prepared for Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming accepted the invitation, temporarily stood up from the chair next to Zhang Qiulan and walked onto the stage.

As soon as Jiang Siming stepped onto the stage, tens of thousands of students below spontaneously cheered.

After all, Jiang Siming is a **** in the eyes of these young people! Not just the **** in the game.

In music, in basketball, in business, and so on.

They are the objects most admired by students.

Who can become the richest man in Asia after five years of graduation like Jiang Xuechang?

It took more than 50 years for Arima to become the richest man.

Where is Jiang Siming? 26 years old! This is not what God is.

In addition, Jiang Siming is the senior of their school, so he looks so handsome.

"Myojin!"

"Jiang God!"

"Boss Jiang!"

"Jiangge God!"

"Du Minjun!"

...

The last sentence of ‘Du Minjun’ made the audience laugh even more.

Yes, recently a Korean drama is sweeping the attention of Chinese audiences.

Du Minjun, played by Jiang Siming, has arrived in China.

For the love of the students, Jiang Siming could only smile and wave at them.

Now the atmosphere of the students has become more enthusiastic.