Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

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　　 It is not a few days before New Year's Day, and time is very tight. They are all people who do what they want to do and do the best. So on Sunday morning, Huang Jingping asked her father for advice, and came to Feng Yiping again.

A beautiful girl came in the room of a single boy. It seemed to brighten up. Wang Changning habitually wanted to enter the room. Feng Yiping held him in. On New Year’s Day, the two of them had to face dozens of people to sing. There is just an audience.

Feng Yiping always felt that Huang Jingping felt very at ease when she arrived today. After a little adjustment, she adapted to the presence of a third party. Oh, it should not be said that there should be an audience present, and started singing softly. Up.

Not to mention, after practicing yesterday afternoon, she played a lot better. In fact, this song is not difficult to sing. The difficulty is the cooperation between the two of them. Now they have let go of each other a little bit. It is not good, but the effect Okay, if you score, at least you can pass it.

Huang Jingping wanted to find a book to read. When she turned it over, she turned to the two books that Feng Yiping read yesterday. After turning over a few pages, she found that these were boring and slurred terms such as growth rate, inflation rate, and interest rate. Some have big heads, and when I look at the "Ordinary Colleges and Universities Textbooks" on the cover, they are a little curious and ask Feng Yiping, "Why are you looking at this now?"

　　 Feng Yiping, who became accustomed to fried dough sticks later, opened his mouth and replied, “I don’t look at this much now. Where can I get the money to marry a wife and have children in the future?”

　　 I felt wrong as soon as I said it, and I was busy apologizing, "I'm sorry, just kidding, I'm just interested in something, my hobby."

　　 Huang Jingping was just a little embarrassed. Hearing what he said, it was inevitable that he thought more, stopped talking, and went to listen to songs with headphones.

The winter morning passed quickly, just for a while, and it was almost time for lunch. Wang Changning came to ask for advice, "What do you eat at noon?" He asked with a smile, and at the same time, don’t look deeply at Huang Jingping sitting at Feng Yiping’s table. .

　　 "Just have a hot pot, it's easy and convenient." Feng Yiping said.

　　 "That's fine, but there are not too many dishes, it's better to buy some."

　　 "Let me go," Feng Yiping went to ask Huang Jingping's advice.

　　 "This, I'd better go back, my dad is waiting for me to eat too."

　　 "Let's go together, I happen to be going to buy some vegetables, or you can just ask your dad, come and eat together, eating hot pot is the atmosphere of crowds." Feng Yiping said.

　　 "Okay," Huang Jingping said, "I will try,"

　　 Feng Yiping swept the vegetable market, which had only a few stalls, bought some cabbage, rapeseed, vermicelli tofu skin, and so on. It happened that there was a shop selling handmade fish **** that happened to be the occasion. He grabbed two catties.

　　 When he returned to 502, he didn't expect Huang Jingping and his dad to actually come. There was a bag of apples on the coffee table. Huang Chengzhong was embarrassed to eat free-handed food.

　　 Huang Chengzhong didn't want to come, what's the point of having dinner with two little guys who are not very familiar? But he could see that the daughter who had always been well-behaved seemed a bit interesting.

　　 This matter is a bit tricky, so I decided to stop it. I guess my daughter would not be able to come to Taiwan, and the method was too rough. So when I thought about it, it’s better to take the opportunity to learn more, maybe my daughter is wishful thinking?

　　 As long as it is a person who mixes in a public door, no matter whether he is known or not, he has a good idea.

During the meal, Huang Chengzhong watched carefully. Although Feng Yiping is actually the youngest of the three, one year younger than Huang Jingping and Wang Changning, he is the most mature in speaking and doing things, even the most mature. Head, when picking up vegetables for the other two, it was like an adult taking care of two children.

　　 He thought it was a little weird, did he pretend? Not like it, it doesn't look like a fake, and if a child can pretend like this, it would be too deep!

　　 So he breathed a sigh of relief, and did not ask Huang Jingping to go back with him after the meal and let them do their homework together.

　　 After finishing his homework, Feng Yiping came to be interested. Since there are many people today, let's make dumplings. In the end, he dug a hole for himself! Those two had a great time. Yes, they had a great time. Except for helping me while making the dough and stuffing, other times, they were pure jokes.

　　 Huang Jingping is the same. The dumplings that come out are so varied, but she still thinks she is good.

　　 However, such a scene makes Feng Yiping vaguely feel like living.

　　Do-it-yourself things taste fragrant and pack a lot. Huang Jingping took some back to offer treasures to her dad. Feng Yiping boiled it in a pot and put it in a thermos, and took it to school to make dinner for Xiao Zhijie.

　　 They were having fun making dumplings in the afternoon, so it was very late to return to school today, and they did not leave until about five o'clock. Wang Changning rode Feng Yiping in his own car, and Huang Jingping rode Feng Yiping’s Merida.

　　 When it got to the entrance of the school, the sky was already dark. Huang Jingping returned the car to Feng Yiping, regaining her seemingly gentle but repellent look, and walked towards the classroom alone.

　　Wang Changning pushed the car and asked Feng Yiping, "Do girls change their faces so quickly?"

　　…………

　　 This year’s New Year’s Day happens to be Saturday. Considering that the first grade is closed on Saturday, the school has advanced the party to Friday night.

After the fourth class that afternoon, the classrooms were noisy. The class cadres led people to form a U-shaped desk, and the taller ones stepped on the desks, or they carried a thinner one with balloons. The ribbon passed through the beams of the room and was pulled twice at the opposite corner of the classroom.

　　 The blackboard reads "Celebrate New Year's Day" in large swashes, with a small string of colorful lights hanging above it, and the girls put words and some cartoon images on the windowpanes.

　　 All of this, although crude, was only bought after the class was charged for the first time.

　　 Those classmates who usually like to go around are more active today, ran all over the school, and come back from time to time to report on the progress and characteristics of other classes for everyone to adjust.

At 7:30, everyone sat down noisily. The monitor Zhou Liwei and the committee member of life carried a few black plastic bags. On the tables facing the blackboard, each placed two oranges, a few sugars, and a handful of melon seeds— —This is for teachers and leaders who may come.

　　 Then the two of them placed a large handful of melon seeds next to the table. As for the remaining sugar, all were given to the girls sitting in a pile.

　　 Huang Jingping’s second uncle, Teacher Huang, who teaches politics, was the first to arrive, and then math, physics and English teachers all came to join him. Finally, Mr. Wang walked in with Vice Principal Zhang.

With a round of applause, Zhang Qiuling and Tang Shaokang appeared on the stage. In the cold weather, Zhang Qiuling was wearing a skirt. She had to say that she was really dedicated. She had a very rosy face, and she put blush on her cheeks— —This is the characteristic of the host's makeup during this period, even in the TV station.

　　 Tang Shaokang wears a Chinese tunic suit. He doesn't know how many kilograms of oil has been applied to his hair. In short, it is untenable with flies on it.

　　 It doesn’t matter. Listening to the two of them solemnly say, “It’s the season of Ruixue flying again, and the golden rooster welcomes the spring. At this moment of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, the big family of our second grade class one gathers together...”

　　 Feng Yiping covered his face with both hands, really couldn't bear to look straight, but the voice still stubbornly got into his ears, "Looking back at 1993, we are proud..."

　　啧, the goosebumps in the cold weather.

　　 Fortunately, there is no bad habit of inviting leaders and teachers to speak on stage in the school. After they finished the opening remarks, the good show was officially staged. The first program was a boys chorus, "Singing for the Motherland."

　　 It is estimated that there is not much joint practice, uneven, unlike a chorus, like multiple singing. Most of the people in it are also in the changing voice period, so the result is really the kind of rock version that Feng Yiping worried about.

　　 But, at their age, there is little entertainment in the ravine, the students still responded with warm applause.

　　 The following shows are almost the same, nothing special, and nothing very unbearable.

What Feng Yiping can't stand the most is the gap between the shows. The two hosts have a book of truth, learning what the hosts on TV say, and learning sensationalism. He really can't see this. When watching it on TV, At this time, you can change the channel or mute the sound. Now he can't do anything, so he sits and writhes, feeling uncomfortable, just hoping to get to his show soon and get out to get some breath.

　　 Their "Prayer" was the ninth show. Seeing him and Huang Jingping from both sides, there was a round of applause.

　　 In fact, the two of them are a bit like. Both seem to be gentle, but they don't have much contact with everyone. For example, Feng Yiping walked closer to Xiao Zhijie, and then communicated more with Feng Wen and Wen Hong in a row. As for the other students in the class, they were all acquaintances.

　　 So, there are few chances to see the other side of them.

Facing the dozens of people below, Huang Jingping, who was on stage for the first time, seemed a little nervous, while Feng Yiping had no pressure. Before the music started, she waved her hands to the left and right, and said in Cantonese, "Thank you." Everyone!" There was cheering immediately below.

　　 As the music sounded, the two of them played normally. After all, they practiced seriously for several hours, and finished the four-and-a-half-minute song smoothly.

They actually took advantage, because the song was not released for a long time, there were not many students who heard it, and the melody itself was beautiful. So currently, their program is considered the best one, and of course the applause and cheers are the most. Warm one.

　　 Even shortly after they started singing, students from other classes ran over to join in the fun, and some people shouted in the hallway, "One more!"

　　 Of course, he and Huang Jingping had zero communication throughout the whole process. Vice-Principal Zhang and the teacher were all sitting below. You can stare affectionately at the male and female stars who sang duet on stage, and then try walking a few steps hand in hand!

He bowed to the audience and returned the microphone to Zhang Qiuling. Feng Yiping quickly slipped out of the back door. A classmate who didn't know which class he was, when he passed by ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he didn't see outside. He thumped, "Feng Yiping, you can sing well!"

　　 Huang Jingping, who had stepped down and returned to the girls, looked at Feng Yiping's back and sighed softly.

　　 The bedroom and the teacher’s building are dark, but the classrooms on both sides are very lively. In each classroom, there is either singing, laughter or applause.

　　 There are a lot of people wandering the corridors like him, watching which class’s show is good, and staying there for a while. Many teachers do the same, wandering from one class to another.

　　 After Feng Yiping came back from a stroll around, the teachers who were sitting also changed a few. Vice-Principal Zhang didn't know which class he was in, so he now teaches the director to sit there.

　　 I don’t know if it was negotiated in advance. Zhang Qiuling called for him on the stage. The opportunity was rare, and everyone followed suit. The dean also seldom obeyed everyone's request and played a break dance, which is the classic Cabo.

　　 has always been serious and unkind. The forty-year-old dean suddenly came here for a while, and the contrast, he won the whole house on the spot, and the level of welcome seemed to overwhelm the duet of Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping.

　　 In short, the school tonight is full of laughter. Although the level of the program is not high, it is pure self-entertainment, but this kind of night can be regarded as a few bright spots in everyone's boring and stressful junior high school life.

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