The No. 1 Middle School teaching building.

Wang Zhen placed the takeout orders one by one on the windowsill, then took one out and handed it to Wang Peng.

"Brother, this is the fried rice you ordered," she said.

Wang Peng took the fried rice from her, looked at the name on the sticky note, and asked, "What's going on?"

"The school asked my third sister and me to take a leave of absence. We can go back to school when we have saved enough tuition fees."

“Wang Song won’t pay our tuition, and we can’t borrow money, so we can only learn from you and earn our own tuition.”

"Sister Zhao took pity on us and let us work for her, providing us with food and lodging, and paying us 100 yuan a month."

In the end, Wang Zhen couldn't help but smile wryly.

Wang Peng nodded. "That's good. People can only rely on themselves. If you do this, I'll think more highly of you."

He found Li Mengjiao's takeout on the windowsill, turned around and went into the classroom, where he ate fried rice while reading.

This is the first time I've ever eaten fried rice made by someone else.

"Wang Peng," Li Mengjiao said softly, "the Xue family's fried rice isn't as good as yours and Fang's."

The fried rice contained eggs, scallions, and carrots, but it wasn't cooked with enough oil, so the taste was naturally a bit off.

"They used less ingredients, probably to control costs," Wang Peng said. "Just make do with this. If you don't like it, you can eat at home."

Li Mengjiao shook her head, "Although it's not as delicious as yours, it's still edible."

After finishing his fried rice, Wang Peng went to throw away his lunchbox outside the restroom and saw his third sister, Wang Xia, at the entrance of the building.

She carried a bamboo basket full of takeout orders on her back and five takeout meals in her hands. She climbed the stairs, panting and sweating profusely.

The brother and sister looked at each other, and Wang Xia quickly lowered her head and walked past him.

"Brother Peng, what's going on?" Du Lei appeared beside Wang Peng.

Wang Peng hesitated for a moment, threw the lunchbox into the trash can, and briefly explained the whole story.

"Holy shit!" Du Lei cursed. "Excuse me for being blunt, but your dad is a once-in-a-century oddball."

He patted Wang Peng on the shoulder and said, "This is not your fault. First of all, it is the responsibility of parents to support their minor children's education."

"Secondly, given Wang Song's character, even if you lend them money, he will forcibly take it back."

"Even if you pay their tuition directly, Wang Song will still go to the school to ask for money, am I right?"

Du Lei was full of confidence.

"Hehe, you're pretty direct." Wang Peng gave Du Lei a thumbs up.

Du Lei is right. Wang Song is indeed shameless. Wang Cheng and Wang Song are cut from the same cloth.

At the entrance of Class 8 classroom.

Wang Xia placed the takeout orders one by one on the windowsill, and when she looked up, she saw her second brother, Wang Cheng, chatting with a girl.

That girl was very fat and ugly.

But her clothes were great—a brand new denim outfit, a pink baseball cap, and a pretty hair accessory in her ponytail.

The two were standing very close, and Wang Xia wondered to herself, "Does my second brother have a girlfriend?"

"Second Brother," Wang Xia called out from the doorway.

Wang Cheng looked up and saw his third sister, paused for a second, then looked down and continued chatting with Zhang Qianqian, pretending not to know her.

Everyone in the class was looking at Wang Xia at the classroom door. Who was she calling "Second Brother"?

Wang Xia paused for a few seconds, her nose tingled with emotion, and she hurriedly left with her bamboo basket on her back.

She understood. Her second brother looked down on her because she was poorly dressed and worked as a food delivery driver at school. He was afraid that she would embarrass him.

After delivering the takeout in the bamboo basket, I returned to the school gate, where my fourth sister, Wang Zhen, had also returned.

"All the takeout orders for today have been delivered. You sisters are really capable."

Zhao Qingzhen gave them two bowls of fried rice with eggs and said with a smile, "Eat up, and after you finish eating I'll take you to your sleeping place."

The two sisters immediately grabbed their bowls and wolfed down their food.

This is the first time I've had fried rice with eggs this year.

The eggs in the house were all for my second brother to eat, or to be sold for money; they didn't deserve to eat them.

After dinner, Zhao Qingzhen took them home and started washing melons, steaming rice, washing and chopping vegetables to prepare for the afternoon's business.

The two sisters competed to do the work, which made Zhao Qingzhen very satisfied.

This courtyard is the Xue family's old residence. No one lives here normally, but the two sisters stay here at night, essentially hiring someone to look after the house.

In the afternoon, the sisters continued to follow Zhao Qingzhen to do business at the school gate, carrying bamboo baskets to deliver food.

As evening self-study was about to end, Zhao Qingzhen became worried.

How did the two sisters, who are girls, manage to deliver food into the boys' dormitory?

"Sister Zhao, is something on your mind?" Wang Zhen asked timidly.

“There’s takeout for the boys’ dorms, forget it.” Zhao Qingzhen shook her head. “I’ll have Dongshan deliver it, and he can also practice his social skills.”

"Sister Zhao, I'll go deliver it," Wang Zhen said. "Brother Dongshan has a lot of studies to do, we can't let him be delayed."

Zhao Qingzhen was taken aback, then smiled knowingly. What an obedient and sensible girl.

"No need." She patted Wang Zhen's head and smiled, "You're such a lovable child. From now on, your salary will be paid daily."

As she spoke, she took out six yuan from her pocket, three yuan each for the two sisters.

"Thank you, Sister Zhao."

"Sister Zhao, you are so kind."

The two sisters were overjoyed; they had never handled so much money in their lives.

at night.

Wang Xia said weakly, "Fourth Sister, I finally understand why Wang Peng broke ties with the family. Earning his own money and spending it himself is really good!"

"Do you hate him?" Wang Zhen asked.

Wang Xia remained silent for a long time before whispering, "I used to hate them, but I don't know if I still hate them now."

"Heh." Wang Zhen chuckled coldly, turned off the light, and prepared to go to sleep.

...

The second monthly exam arrived, and Wang Peng sat upright, waiting for the teacher to enter and distribute the papers.

I have been studying as hard as I can during this time, watching English videotapes, listening to English tapes, and writing reading notes in both Chinese and English.

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