Human ladder

Lu Congqi lay on Wen Yan's back, blowing on Wen Yan's neck with a little unwillingness and remorse: "I really want to know what you are doing."

"But you don't want to tell anyone. I'm worried about you, and I'm afraid that something will happen to you... You've always been reluctant to be taken care of by others."

Wen Yan didn't look back, he bumped his way and asked, "Are you still dizzy?"

"...Actually, I can walk by myself."

Wen Yan ignored it and went up to the fourth floor with Lu Congqi behind his back.

He took a look and saw that Lu Congqi's knees were bruised and purple. Even if his head was not dizzy and his body was strong, going upstairs would probably be exhausting, so he panicked and begged for performance, and carried him on his back regardless of Lu Congqi's desperate resistance.

Wen Yan ignored the heads upstairs and downstairs lying on the railings to watch the fun, turning over old accounts to Lu Congqi like no one else: "So you use a beauty trick to seduce me?"

"..."

Hasn't this matter been overturned? !

Didn't you say it's okay not to mention it? !

Lu Congqi was so ashamed that he lay on Wen Yan's back and hit him again, which would always make him flirt like a little daughter-in-law, so he just pretended to be dead.

The moods of the two of them fluctuated a bit for a while, but they were tired and not enough, which made Wen Yan really want to make up for the three-day vacation.

Surrounded by people with good deeds, Wen Yan could only touch his nose, and said to Lu Congqi: "Then you go to class... Then what, I'll buy you some candy for preparation."

After getting an accurate response from Lu Congqi, Wen Yan ran away to catch up with Li Jian's scolding.

Seeing that Yan ran quickly, Li Jian caught Wang Bo outside the classroom door, who came out of Class [-] and [-], and continued to curse: "Mr. Wang, can't you take care of the students in your class?! "

"???"

Wang Bo likes to wear a rustic felt hat when it's cold, shaking his head like a little snowman, and shouting at Li Jian unconvinced: "What's wrong with the students in our class helping others?"

Knowing that the students in his class had been looked down upon by others, Wang Bo felt aggrieved for Wen Yan when he thought of this, so he sent Wen Yan back to the classroom and said, "Don't help the students in his class next time."

"..."

Then Wang Bo saw Li Jian spat, as if scolding himself for being shameless.

Wen Yan hid behind the class, made a face at Li Jian, and sat back in his seat honestly.

The heavy snow has not yet melted, and there is still a vast expanse of whiteness outside the window. Bobo is in an excellent state of mind and is reading the unsightly grades of the whole class on the podium. The students in the audience play games and eat snacks, and they are very comforting Said to Wang Bo: "Teacher, it's not bad... The principal talks about us during the meeting. It's good to increase your sense of presence."

Wang Bo threw down the report card with a blank face, and pushed his glasses: "Then can you be the one who gets scolded in front of all the teachers every time?"

The speaker shrank his head under the table.

The whole class laughed, and Wang Bo walked off the podium and handed her a separate report card, and asked, "Which class do you want to transfer to? Your grades are good this time, and you will be able to directly enter the experimental class when you are in the third year of high school. "

Almost everyone in the school knew that Yu Meng had offended the dean, and this monthly exam was a good opportunity for Yu Meng to stand up.

Wang Bo didn't read her grades. First, she was really out of place with the whole class. While afraid that she would be isolated, she also left enough retreat for her.

Wen Yan didn't know why, so he turned his attention to Yu Meng's side, and then said suddenly: "Don't worry, Landlord Zhou is just too busy, I'll find him something in a few days. If you do something, you won’t be noticed.”

Wang Bo was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Wen Yan—who are you to blame? Can't you live in peace for two days and the world will be peaceful?"

Wen Yan blinked, glanced at Wang Bo, curled his lips and said to He Zhang, who was trying his best to hold back his seizures, "School has just started, so what am I going to do to them?"

"..."

He Zhang took a sad look at Wen Yan and ignored him.

"I don't need to change shifts."

Yu Meng managed to get angry for a while, causing the whole class to boo, Wang Bo called for Jing Jing, and at the same time persuaded Yu Meng earnestly: "Don't be angry, what good is there for me?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Meng looked at Wang Bo more confidently than anyone else: "You mean, your teaching is not as good as them?"

"..."

Few people go into the depths of the teacher's teaching level, especially in this class. Since Wang Bo became the head teacher of this class, he has devoted himself to it, and everything he said will always be that blind effort even if he is playing the piano.

But over time, in fact, he is more prone to numbness than anyone else.

These half-grown children, booing and clapping, nicknamed the teacher behind their backs, played truant and left early, were treated as the rat droppings of the whole school and were barely called a class.

He looked around the class with a sense of feeling, then looked at Yu Meng and said with some emotion: "I'm afraid they... and even this environment will delay you."

"No..." Yu Meng lowered her head, straightened her bangs pretendingly, and said in a very soft voice, "No one will."

Wen Yan found it dazzling, and turned his head, not as surprised and admiring as the rest of the group, and booed along with sourness.

"A top student came out of class two and three—"

"Let them see it too, Yu Xueba, earn some money and become the next light of Experimental High School!"

Wen Yan snorted lightly, lay down on the seat, and turned the phone around, waiting for a reply.

Since that day, Wen Yan really took over the identity of 'courier', and found out that it was a small logistics company, using it as a transit, receiving orders through couriers, and then delivering them.

The phone vibrated, Wen Yan looked down, stood up with his pockets in his pocket, and prepared to run outside.

He Zhang's eyelids twitched when he saw Wen Yan's posture now: "What are you doing? Can the University of Heaven and Earth not hold back your wings that you want to fly?"

Wen Yan's shoulders trembled twice as if he really had wings, and he said, "You also know that the sky is big and the earth is big—"

As he said that, taking advantage of Wang Bo's turning around to write on the blackboard, Wen Yan took his things and ran out.

Wang Bo turned around and faced the innocent expression of the whole class. He could see that these bastards were trying their best to cover him. He sighed heavily, broke off a piece of chalk and said weakly: "Don't cover up, 1.8 meters big fool, I can blind you!" is it?"

Wen Yan clasped his hands and followed the information on the phone to the designated place, followed by Xiao Jia and the others. Ming Xun said he was staying to be a helper, and he didn't even bother to act out the small calculations in his heart.

The source of goods is not with him, and Wen Yan is just doing errands in the middle.

"Here in the university town, the boss said to let you get acquainted."

Wen Yan nodded, looked around and said, "The people who placed the order are all college students?"

Xiao Jia holds everything about Wen Yan in his hands, so he accepted Wen Yan as his own, followed behind him and said calmly: "Not all of them, but most of our clients are them...you use Would you like to meet with some school principals?"

Wen Yan knew that there were existences like Mu Jiangqun everywhere, so he smiled and didn't answer.

He thought about it.

For the first time, let Meng Shi help him.

The second time is considered to have saved the life of the rich second generation...but what about the third and fourth?

Did he, Wen Yan, really intend to never see the light again?

"It's in front."

Wen Yan came back to his senses and saw that it was a basement chess and card room. When he opened the door, there was a long and steep staircase, and people were afraid of heights.

He took the lead and walked in with his bag in his pocket. As he got closer, the sound of mahjong and yelling came one after another, mixed with the smell of fermented tea, wine and tobacco. .

Seeing Wen Yan's reaction behind him, Xiao Jia was amused: "No way? This is the first time you've come to this kind of place?"

Wen Yan covered his mouth and nose uncomfortably, and asked strangely: "Who has nothing to do to come to this kind of place to seek guilt?"

Wen Yan’s education since he was a child, including the environment he lived in, has always been superior. Not to mention the strict control of his parents, the environment he grew up in made him shy away from such places.

The inside was chaotic and difficult to distinguish, and Wen Yan's arrival did not attract the attention of the people inside. Wen Yan and the others were taken to one of the simple private rooms.

Pushing open the door, four people gathered around a mahjong table. The game was not disturbed by the intrusion of outsiders, but the young man who brought Wen Yan over nodded and bowed to the four people and said, "Uncle Wu is here."

Wen Yan and Xiao Jia looked at each other, and Wen Yan stepped forward to say hello: "Uncle Wu, brother Ming said it's still the old rules, let me come over."

The man named Uncle Meng touched a piece of mahjong, and said without looking at it: "Leave it alone, and follow them to get the money."

"..."

As simple as that?

Seeing Wenyan and the others didn't plan to leave yet, Uncle Wu raised his head, saw Wen Yan was an unfamiliar face, and said with his tongue, "I heard that kid named Mu went in?"

Wen Yan said without blushing, "Brother Mu is doing well inside."

Wen Yan amused the people present with his reckless appearance, and after the atmosphere relaxed a little, Uncle Wu greeted him, "Can you play mahjong?"

Before Wen Yan could answer, Uncle Wu acted as if he didn't see Xiao Jia's embarrassment behind him, and immediately said: "Sit down and play a few games for me, if you lose...don't even think about getting the money today."

Wen Yan laughed a few times, as if he couldn't tell that Uncle Wu was procrastinating on purpose, as if obeying orders was better than being respectful, he took over Uncle Wu's position.

As soon as they sat together, Uncle Wu put his hands on Wen Yan's shoulders, and Wen Yan's bones were pinched by his skinny fingers, and Wen Yan's bones ached. Wen Yan seemed not to feel it, and said loudly: "Uncle, you are very lucky today. Okay."

Xiao Jia was afraid that something might happen if he stayed here for too long, so he hurriedly said, "Uncle Wu, Wen Yan is still young...I'm afraid Brother Ming is still worried, so he has to go back quickly."

Wen Yan noticed that the strength of Uncle Wu's hand on his shoulder was loosened.

Wen Yan hadn't realized what the hell was going on, and then Uncle Wu pressed Wen Yan directly on the table with all his might—the sound of cursing and mahjong being swept on the ground was mixed in Wen Yan's body for a while. ear, blocked his heart in vain panic.