Those Days of Saving The School Heartthrob

Ji Mingyue's make-up lesson plan was once again dead.

Lin Feng still insisted that Ji Mingyue go to find professional and experienced old teachers, which is more efficient and the effect of making up lessons is better. Ke Jiming's meaning of getting drunk is not about wine, but he doesn't care about efficiency. He just doesn't dare to show it too clearly. He can only entangle himself slightly: "On the weekend, isn't it two days a week? Usually I don't take up your time!"

Lin Feng said: "I have something to do on the weekends, I have no time."

"Relentless." Ji Ming became more angry, "I also came to see you specially!"

In fact, when he came to the hospital, he wanted to take this opportunity to let Lin Feng know that he knew more about him, so that he could pave the way for "friendship" in the future. Who knows that Lin Feng is so sloppy? ?

"You came here? Didn't you say that it was the teacher who asked you to sympathize with me on behalf of your classmates?" Lin Feng smiled and smiled. As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mingyue blinked his eyes quickly, apparently thinking. How to round this sentence back.

He was helpless and funny, and too lazy to look into it. Seeing that he had packed his things, he reached out to help Ji Mingyue put on his mask: "Okay, I'm also good for you."

Ji Mingyue: ... I'm for you too! !!

Jiang Manyun successfully discharged before 11 o'clock, saving a day's bed charges. When she walked out of the hospital door, she saw a large black SUV at the door and just wanted to get around, but heard Ji Mingyue saying behind her, "Aunt, Get in the car over there, that's my house. "

Jiang Manyun took a moment to hesitate, and hesitated, and Lin Feng knew that she hadn't finished the operation long and she was weak, but she said very simply, "Mom, get in the car, don't blow the hair at the door."

The furnishings inside the luxury car are very business-style, with leather seats, linen four-season pads, and a thick blanket of velvet under the feet.

There was a middle-aged man in a silver-gray suit sitting in the driver's seat. Jiang Manyun was still hesitant to say hello. Ji Mingyue got on the car last time, while buckling his seat belt, he naturally spoke: "Uncle Chen, you have to send it hard My classmate and his mother, aunt, just tell Uncle Chen the address. He knows the way. "

"Oh, okay." Jiang Manyun nodded quickly. She and Lin Feng took things with them and went directly to the back seat. Ji Mingyue got on the car last, fearing to squeeze into them, and took the initiative to sit in the co-pilot.

She couldn't help but feel fortunate. He sat in front and didn't notice her momentary embarrassment-she almost regarded Ji Mingyue's driver as a parent.

I have to say that luxury private cars plus highly skilled drivers are sent all the way downstairs to the community. I don't know how many times safer and more comfortable than finding a car to run around. The driver used the car speakers to play pure music, the speed was stable, and the air conditioner in the car was slowly blowing warm air. Jiang Manyun felt that he was going to sleep.

In addition to Lin Feng's constant attention to her situation, from time to time, she always looked out of the window and did not know what she was thinking.

At the place, Ji Mingyue and the driver of his house helped them move things again. Jiang Manyun was the patient who was taken special care of, and in the end he was almost empty-handed. Jiang Manyun wanted to keep them for dinner. Ji Mingyue waved and smiled: "Can't auntie, Uncle Chen has to go back to the company. Some people in my family also cook for me. I go back to change clothes and have to go to school this afternoon!"

Jiang Manyun thought that when he just moved back home, there was nothing good for hospitality, so he didn't force him to stay: "Lin Feng, you go to Mingyue to go downstairs."

Ji Mingyue said, "I don't need an aunt, I'm leaving now, Lin Feng, see you this afternoon!"

Lin Feng sent two steps, stood at the door, watched him bouncing to the basement, and answered, "See you this afternoon."

"... Lin Feng." Jiang Manyun asked behind him a little hesitantly. "Does your classmate's house ...?"

"It's rich." Lin Feng took the initiative to help her complete. "The president of Hongming Real Estate is his father. I met him once when I went to his house."

"Hongming Real Estate?" Jiang Manyun took a breath and said, "Isn't that just our neighborhood ..."

"Well." Lin Feng turned back to the living room, kneeled on the sofa with one leg, and began to lower his head to sort out what they brought back from the hospital. "Not only."

Jiang Manyun certainly knows more than just the entire community where they live now belongs to Hongming Real Estate. Half of the newly built real estate in this small city are also in the suburbs and provinces ... She guessed that Ji Mingyue's family was good, but she did not expect Would be well to this point.

She looked at Lin Feng's busy back, thinking about future expenses, what food would be the most affordable to buy tonight ... But after a moment, she calmed down and sighed softly: "Lin Feng, your classmates have a good heart, and people also Purely, my mother can see that he did something naturally. It was caused by the environment in which he grew up. He did not show it off deliberately. You rarely make such a good friend. Don't go too deep into your heart or give birth to others. ... "

Lin Feng could understand her euphemism—everyone could see that Ji Mingyue never showed off intentionally, but that kind of difference was reflected in his unintentional every move.

Poverty in this world cannot be hidden, and the superiority developed from childhood is also engraved in the bones.

"I know." Lin Feng turned his back to her and said softly, "He ... very good."

"As long as he doesn't hate me, I ..." Lin Feng paused suddenly, as if he realized something, and didn't say any more.

He laid out the last thing, straddled his legs from the sofa, and walked to the kitchen: "I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat at noon, mom?"

Jiang Manyun also pressed down the subtle point in his heart, and smiled, "Cook it casually, there is nothing bad for my son to cook."

Until the weekend, school life was calm.

Ji Mingyue is still studying the book for the beginning of the school, Lin Feng will also take the time to tell him something about knowledge. Because he was going to take the exam on Monday, he even took the time to quiz him before school on Friday, saying that the exam was likely to be taken, and he had to memorize it by rote.

Ji Mingyue's admiration for him is even more turbulent: This is probably learning God, even knowing what to take in school! Speaking of, people experienced a change in their past lives. They started to miss school in high school. Basically, they didn't read the books in high school. In the end, the college entrance examination only went from top2 to a regular one in the province. Not on ...

"What are you thinking?" Lin Feng was still talking, and found that Ji Mingyue was walking away again, can't help but feel a little upset.

"... I think you are so good. There is almost no kinder and more enthusiastic learner in the world than you!" Ji Mingyue reacted and fancy bragging remedy.

Lin Feng also laughed. The front table couldn't bear it anymore. He turned back and said, "You two are so numb."

"Well, it's good that you don't understand our Lin Feng!" Ji Ming went back, and when he spoke again, he consciously lowered his voice. "Lin Feng, you see that you have helped me so much, just give it to the Buddha. Go to the west, think about make-up lessons? Rest assured, I won't treat you badly ... "

Lin Feng has already started to do the problem, and bowed his head, saying, "I really have something on the weekend."

"What is it?" Ji Ming asked unwillingly.

"It's none of your business." Lin Feng had no choice but to turn his head and reached out and rubbed his head half-and-a-half and shoved, so that he had to lower his head, "Hurry up."

Ji Mingyue put his jaw on his arm, staring at the dense subject in front of his eyes, and muttered quietly, "You can't tell me how to know ..."

Lin Feng: "What did you say?"

Ji Mingyue: "Wow, I want to know how to solve this problem!"

Lin Feng: "..."

In the small northern city where they are located, the major shopping malls usually only open until the 29th of the year. During the New Year, the shops are closed for business and reunited. They will gradually open their doors until the 9th day of the new year. customer.

After the fifteenth day of the first month, the commercial street of the small town can really be rejuvenated, and all kinds of lively activities will be launched.

Lin Feng just started looking for a job, and his connections are almost zero. He is young and under eighteen years old. Now he can find a temporary part-time job with the most generous hourly salary and the quickest money settlement. Flyers and solicit customers in the commercial street.

He was wearing a blue Doraemon doll suit. He also had a companion, Pikachu, a fat man five or six years older than him. Because he couldn't find a job and didn't have the skills, he chose to do this.

Because the hoods are too heavy and the clothes are too thick, to avoid running out of energy, they can have fifteen minutes of rest every hour. The fat man was here a few years ago. He used the identity of "come over" to tell Lin Feng that they had better intersperse with each other so as not to be seen by the shopkeeper as they would not work, and felt that they were lazy and would deduct their wages.

Lin Feng agreed, but when it was time to rest, he himself got up to work after fifteen minutes each time; however, every time it was the fat man, he always had various reasons to drag the rest time to two Ten minutes, thirty minutes, until I couldn't stand it, I came out with grief.

In the afternoon, it seemed that the fat man was doing his tricks again, and I didn't know where to hide. After more than 20 minutes of grinding, he hadn't come out yet. -In fact, how long the other party has been lazy has little to do with Lin Feng's own rest time, but this feeling of obeying the rules while the other party is sneaking and sneaking is really unpleasant.

Even though it was the weather in early March, the scorching sun at noon was still enough for people to feel, and the sticky sweat flowed from the back of the neck to the back, an annoying wet.

When Lin Feng was already irritable, his companion "Pikachu" finally staggered out of a corner.

I don't know if it is his illusion. The "Pikachu" seems to have lost a lot of weight?