What to do when you have money

Chapter 112 A declaration of battle issued by a foodie
In the end, Huang Ying'er didn't attend the banquet at Chafu the next day. She hid in the room and let her parents call outside the door. She was as steady as if her heart was on a weight.

Don't go, don't go, don't go.

The parents had no choice but to go to the banquet with the two of them.When she came back, Huang Yinger secretly found that her father's complexion was particularly dark, and her mother's complexion was not very good-looking.

Could it be that because I didn't go, the Cha family father and son gave their parents small shoes to wear?

Hmph, this father and son are really the same thing.

This strengthened Huang Yinger's determination to break away from Zha Hui.

In the next few days, Huang Yinger and her parents entered a "cold war" period. Except for being able to be with her family during meals, she stayed in her room for the rest of the time.

Such days are really boring for Huang Yinger who loves to talk and laugh, but she really can't find any interesting activities.

Her classmates, she was also a little sad, she didn't expect that treating them sincerely would bring such a result.

During these days, she transferred all the New Year's money she had saved over the years to Sha Bai and Lu Cha through bank transfers. Since she promised to compensate them, she would pay.

I, Huang Ying'er, am not someone who will renege on money just because of money.

Huang Yinger thinks it is worthwhile to be able to recognize the essence of some so-called friends and girlfriends by paying this money.

On this day, Huang Ying'er had just finished playing a piece of music with the purple bamboo flute, and she found a piece of paper in the clothes that smelled of tobacco, on which was written a song "Autumn Moon in Pinghu".

The lyrics of this song are very unfamiliar to her, but when she hums the song with the tune of Pinghu Qiuyue, she feels so familiar.

Familiar as if this song was created by her, there is an invisible and inarticulate soul guiding her, every word and every syllable burst out of her mind automatically.

Who is the creator of this song?

And whose dress is it?
These questions are always troubling Huang Yinger, except for her, maybe only Zha Hui can know the answer.

But Huang Ying'er would rather not know who this person was than to have another word with Zha Hui. She wanted to vomit when she saw Zha Hui's disgusting face.

These days, the parents are coming home later and later, and there is no guarantee that the Cha family and his son are playing tricks.As a principal, with great power in your hands, it is really easy to ask your teachers to add a class, participate in an event or meeting.

Huang Ying'er put down the slip of paper, picked up her phone and started browsing the headlines.Since she came back from the plateau, she has developed a hobby. She likes to read headlines, and she doesn't know who she learned from.At least, before she went to the plateau, she always loved watching Douyin.

Swiping, swiping, Huang Yinger saw a message, and the title of the message immediately attracted her attention.

"The [-]th Shashi Good Song Contest is about to start"

She clicked on the title, entered the content, and saw the main rules and time of the event written on it.

It turned out that this was a music talent show organized by Shashi in recent years, and this year was the fourth one.In the first three sessions, many young singers signed contracts with music companies through this event and became professional singers, and they became famous after that.

Huang Ying'er didn't expect to be famous, she just got bored staying at home.

Otherwise, I'll join in the fun too?

Thinking of it and doing it, Huang Yinger registered online and entered her name and identity information.Not long after, I waited for a reply, asking her to participate in the first round of the draft tomorrow.

In the evening, her parents came back very late. Seeing their exhausted appearance, Huang Yinger changed her ignorant attitude two days ago, handing slippers, tea and water, and even made dinner.

Although the dinner looked a bit horrible, it was still manageable to swallow.After all, Huang Yinger is also a person who has been around for a long time. Has she never killed a pig or seen a pig?
Huang's father and Huang's mother thought that Huang Ying'er had figured it out after these days. Just after they mentioned a word surnamed Cha, Huang Ying'er flew back into the room like a frightened bird, leaving only her parents staring at each other. , with a wry smile.

These days, the Zha family and his son have given them one pair after another of small shoes. As teachers with high IQs, they will not fail to understand that they are deliberately worn for themselves.

So what?
As a parent, the daughter disagreed, so could they use a knife to force her to jump into the pit?

It is impossible for them to have no resentment towards the Cha family and his son. Just because they have received higher education does not mean that they have no temper in their hearts.

Then endure it, one day you, the principal, will endure it.

No matter how powerful you are, you can't suspend us without reason. We are educators of the country, not your private employees.

Huang Ying'er is also suffering. She knows that her parents are under a lot of pressure, and she doesn't want to have this attitude towards her parents, but she is afraid.She was afraid that if her heart softened, the anger in her parents' hearts would dissipate. At that time, if the Cha family father and son came to pester them, what would they do to deal with it.

Let's get through it, anyway, I'm young, let's see who can survive it.

Humph.

With such thoughts in mind, Huang Ying'er fell asleep sweetly, and hummed that familiar but unfamiliar song again before going to bed.What she didn't know was that after she fell asleep, her tears quietly slipped down her face, soaking the pillow cover.

The next morning, Huang Yinger set off early.

When I came to the TV station, I found that there were a lot of people here, and there were many handsome men and beautiful women waiting to participate in the draft. With her beauty, she might not even be ranked in the top [-].

However, Huang Ying'er had full confidence in her singing voice. After getting the admission card, she followed the crowd into the performance hall of the TV station.

The first time she tried a song, she easily advanced.

I can't help but blame her for being relaxed, and don't look at what kind of people are in her group.

These young and beautiful women or men look smooth and smooth, but when the voice comes out, it is either out of tune or makes people's eardrums hurt.

This little sister, singing is not just about pulling your neck and howling high notes.

And that little brother, if your tone doesn't stop you, can you run to the other side of the Xiangjiang River?

The second trial song was stronger than the first opponent, and for a professional like Huang Yinger, it was really a little bit stronger.

At least, there are very few people who are out of tune in the second round, right?

Another perfect promotion.

The third time is the critical moment. If they can advance again, they will enter the top [-] and have a very good chance of winning the championship.

Huang Ying'er didn't care much about whether the champion was the champion or not. What she cared about was the prize money for this championship, which was said to be nearly 10 yuan.

She is not short of money, but wants to donate the money to the children in the mountains. She has always wanted to be a supporting teacher. She has been to the mountains and seen how difficult it is for the children to learn.

Now that you have participated, don't give up.

Fear, nervousness, that's not Huang Ying'er's character, she has never been afraid of those dark dishes, so is she still afraid of such a small competition.

Give me a table full of Chinese people, and I can beat the whole world.

This is a battle declaration issued by a foodie.

　If anyone votes for me a monthly ticket, I will add a new chapter to him. This is a helpless declaration issued by poor Xiao Pujie.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)