The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

Lu Rong and Yan Gou had a tasteless meal in the cafeteria and returned to the classroom for a meeting.

There are a total of 12 classes for the whole year. Classes 1-4 are in the first teaching building, classes 5-8 are in the second teaching building, and classes 9-12 are in the third teaching building. They belong to the same floor and are connected by a corridor in the middle. E-shaped.

The third teaching building is the largest, with 6 classrooms on the first floor, two of which are empty. Liang Wendao participates in the small class of biology competition and physics competition every Wednesday night. He is the study committee member of the competition class. The grade director gave him the empty key, and the all-member villain group usually meets there.

When Lu Rong and Yan Gou passed by, Liang Wendao and Li Nanbian were already waiting there.

"I pulled a new list this morning, which is a service of customized test papers! The sister was not determined, so I asked Yan Gou to call me and fooled her in!" Li Nanbian rushed to Liang Liang to show off.

Liang Wendao applauded heartily: "Thank you, Brother Li."

"Why do you say this! I fooled people in, and I have to rely on you behind, come on."

Liang Wendao calmly and confidently pushed the glasses as thick as a beer bottle: "No problem."

Li Nanbian hung himself on the back of his chair excitedly and stared at the ceiling triumphantly: "This is 5,999. If we take 10 orders, we can make 60,000 this semester!"

Both of them were agitated, and when they met their eyes, they laughed stupidly.

At this time Lu Rong came in, and Li Nanbian was refreshed on happy occasions, and waved at him uneasily: "Rong Rong~"

Liang Wendao stood up: "Brother Lu!"

"sit."

This empty classroom had just held an event. Tables and chairs were piled around. Liang Wendao and Li Nanbian came first and moved out four chairs. Lu Rong sits in the middle, with Li Nan on his left and Liang Wendao on his right. Yan Gou sits under Li Nan, holding his mobile phone to record the meeting.

"Everyone knows, Nanbian pulled a big order in the morning and made a single payment of 5,999. Adding the previous two orders, the new business of the southern comrades generated 18,000 income in half a semester. Great hero." Lu Rong smiled slightly. , Take the lead and applaud.

Li Nan scratched his head: "It's still so formal..." His expression became more and more proud, his eyes gleaming.

"To make a long story short. This is not the first time that customized services have been done. Just follow the process. Yan Gou collects information, and Liang Wendao is responsible for leading the people."

Liang Wen said: "I understand."

Liang Wendao didn't know Lu Rong at all before he was robbed by the boss. He has good grades, but is short, and the family conditions are average. He is often pleased as a nerd, and his character is withdrawn and sensitive.

After meeting Lu Rong, Liang Wendao's life trajectory has completely changed-he is no longer a nerd who is laughed at, but the jewel in the palm of the overlord brother of Chengnan Middle School!

No one dared to bully him anymore. Whoever bullies him, the big guy will take the big brothers and kneel down in front of him!

After several years of experience, Liang Wendao has been greatly improved physically and psychologically. He has grown taller and is no longer the little dwarf he used to be; he has become more confident and more identified with himself. He is not only a nerd, his knowledge is money; and he is not alone, he has a bunch of friends. They are all villains, the overlord behind the light and shadow of Chengnan Middle School!

Liang Wendao at this time, his body exuded a calm and composed general. He is Sai Zhuge of the villain group.

The "Royal Supreme VIP Customization Service" launched in this year's group is still dominated by him. It's just to check the missing and fill in the vacancies, put a few more questions on the classic question types. For Liang Wendao, who has exploded in academic ability and sits firmly in the first place of the year, it is a small problem. He brought two people before, and the results were good. Yan Gou even asked him privately to learn Chinese.

Unexpectedly, Lu Rong said: "This customized service will not be sold anymore. This semester will only accept three people."

Lu Rong said this to Li Nanbian, but Liang Wen said, "Why?!"

The division of the spoils in the group is very fair. Lu Rong divides the workload according to the workload of each person, and even designed an evaluation system for several of them. Although this customized service was brought by Li Nanbian, the person who provided the core service was Liang Wendao, and one person was thousands of people. The poor scholar Liang Wendao pointed to this to make a fortune.

Lu Rong cast his gaze steadily on him: "I think about it, this is a loss-making business."

Liang Wen said: "How come..."

Lu Rong: "It looks like a lot of money, but the time and energy you put on it will last for a whole semester."

Liang Wen said: "It's just a little more diligent on the papers, and I don't need me to come forward. It won't take much time."

Li Nanbian also seconded: "Yeah, yeah, I'm going to be responsible for the docking. If something goes wrong, I'll be arrogant, and I won't be here for Lao Liang!"

Lu Rong: "It seems to be very simple now, but what if the effect is not good? Take people money and do things for others. Previously, copying papers was just copying papers, and now we are also responsible for their grades. If their grades do not improve. , Does Lao Liang have to come forward to make up lessons for them?"

Lu Rong's eyes were calm and piercing, and Liang Wendao and Li Nanbian were speechless for a while.

Lu Rong said: "Copying papers, there is no marginal cost. One answer is made, mass production, at most a point, a question, Yan Gou, Lao Li, and I can all help. But teaching people to read is the education industry. , Need to invest huge labor costs. Bring one person, spend one distraction; Bring two people, spend two distractions. Lao Liang has to go to school, and every week he has to make papers for the whole year, and bring three people, he has to How many hearts do you have? If you smash the sign, it will be a small matter, and it will affect Lao Liang, who is responsible?"

Lu Rong's voice was not loud, but when his gaze swept over everyone, Yan Gou and Li Nanbian both lowered their heads. Liang Wendao's eyes flickered, and his heart was warm. The boss always said that if you want to make money, you have to take care of yourself, and the boss loves him.

"This semester will be finished first, and the project will be cancelled next semester." Lu Rong said loudly.

Everyone fainted.

Lu Rong comforted: "There are many ways to make money, why bother to find the most thankless."

Li Nanbian and Liang Wendao regained their spirits: "Yes!"

Yan Gou also typed four characters on the phone: "Listen to the boss."

After a few people talked about the matter, Dent came in with his schoolbag, his left eye covered with long bangs, only one right eye was exposed, and he stared at them deeply. Seeing that they were going to leave, Dent was stunned for a moment, and stood at the door unable to get in.

Lu Rong let the other people go first, and walked to Deng's side by himself: "Come with me for a walk-how are you doing?"

Deng said few words, and spit out two words coldly: "Practice boxing."

Dent, who was left by the eldest brother of the previous session, was over when he encountered an incident. Li Nanbian called him the "king of Chuang".

Lu Rong didn't fight. Under his leadership, Chengnan Middle School basically retreated, and he didn't care about the disputes between the bosses of the other schools. Anyone is good, don't hinder him from making money. But Lu Rong was ridiculously good to Dent.

When Lu Rong heard him say this, he hummed, and the two walked to the door of the classroom. Lu Rong asked him to wait, walked in and took a box out of his place: "Here."

Dent looked at the box, then at Lu Rong, and then opened it. Inside were a pair of brand new gloves. Lu Rong was well-informed and went to the sports shop last weekend to buy a pair of 700-800 gloves.

Dent was taken aback, with an unbearable expression on his face.

Since Lu Rong took charge, as a member of the All-Evil Group, he has never done anything right. Every time they had a meeting, they discussed how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and Dent sat in a daze watching the sky. Later, he gradually became too lazy to come, and there were not a few cases of being late and leaving early like today.

Deng knew that Lu Rong couldn't use himself. At the beginning, he still wrestled with Lu Rong. Lu Rong had always been in a warm breeze and always gave him things. Dent is embarrassed to accept it, no merit will be paid.

"Your birthday is coming soon. This is a birthday present from your brothers." Lu Rong said.

Dent shook his head: "I can't take it."

Lu Rong conjured another little cream cake: "Happy birthday."

Two blushes floated on Dent's cold face, showing an expression that could not withstand the temptation and forcibly held back: "I'm practicing boxing, I can't eat things that are so high in calories."

Lu Rong: "I know."

Dent forcibly pulled his gaze away from the little cake, and looked away faintly: "My master knows that he will scold me, and he will let me do a plank for an hour."

Lu Rong: "I know."

Dent looked around warily: "...My master's son is in the same class as me."

Lu Rong: "I know, come, eat in our class before going back."

Lu Rong gestured the door of Class 8 with his eyes, and handed him the cake.

Dent finally couldn't help the temptation of trans fatty acids. He gratefully accepted the little cake, and quietly walked into the classroom of Class 8. With the encouragement of Lu Rong's eyes, he walked to the podium and sat down.

Class 8 students: "..."

Classmate A: "Isn't this the boxing champion in class 1, why did he come to our class 8?! Do you punch?!"

Classmate B: "His eyes are so scary..."

Classmate C: "It is said that he covered his left eye with bangs, with a scar on it."

Classmate Ding: "He has a very good relationship with the last school tyrant. Did he come to our class to collect protection fees?"

Class 8: "Horrible!"

Dent sat on the podium, scanned the crowd quietly, then took out a small cake, opened it, and ate it slowly and gently.

Class 8 students: "..."

Classmate A: "Hey, why does he want to eat cake on our podium? Is this provoking our 8th class men can't even keep their podium?! I fight with him!"

Classmate B: "Don't go! Isn't it good to be alive?!"

Classmate C: "Yes, I listened to classmate B! His left eye was blinded by the road. It is said that his left eye dynamic vision is higher than that of ordinary people. From his point of view, your movements are only slow motion, you are not at all. May beat him!"

Classmate Ding: "If he asked us to charge protection fees, how much is appropriate for each of us?"

Class 8 students fell into collective contemplation, just like a group of social animals who were suddenly invited to the wedding of their unfamiliar colleagues.

At this time, Lu Rong's front seat—a rotten woman—passed by, and saw Dent eating cakes slowly on the podium. He stepped forward and lifted his bangs.

Dent: "..."

Class 8 students: "..."

Classmate A: "Damn it! He was eating cake on our podium and asked our girl to help him with bangs!"

Classmate B lost his dream: "There is no scar on his left eye."

Classmate C: "...but I bet you, the rotten girl will die."

Classmate Ding: "If a girl in our class is in love with Dent, don't we have to pay protection fees?"

The noise under the podium grew louder, and Dent on the podium bit his fork and looked at the rotten woman coldly.

The rotten girl also looked at him carefully: "You look pretty good."

Dent lowered his eyes coldly.

The rotten girl wiped off the cream from the ends of Dent's hair, took out a hairpin from her pocket, and helped him pick up the bangs. Don't be so good: "So that the cream won't get on the hair."

Dent was wearing a pink hairpin, his thin lips moistened with cream, and he spit out two words coldly: "Thank you."

Classmate A: "...unspeakable..."

Classmate B: "...unreasonable..."

Classmate C: "...I really can't make it up..."

Classmate Ding: "Is he not here to collect protection fees or to engage in puppet love?"

Everyone realized that Dent was just a whim and wanted to eat cake on their podium.

Class 8 students: "Class 1 boxing champion is terrifying!"

The rotten girl returned to the chair, took out her notebook, and smiled especially evilly at Dent, who was eating cake with her bangs **** on the podium. "From now on, you will be my son's attack."

Lu Rong: "..."

The rotten woman lazily knocked on Lu Rong's table board: "Er, what do you think?"

Lu Rong silently lowered his head to do his homework, pretending that he didn't hear anything.