At this time, Gu Minhang was still just a teenager, young and impetuous. He couldn't stand being provoked and wanted to punch Feng Guiyu to teach him a lesson.
However, before he could make a move, Su Ke became rational: "This is school grounds. Don't cause trouble for my sister. If you want to fight, go to the gym after school. Don't let my sister know, or she'll be unhappy."
This served as a reminder to the two men who were on the verge of exploding in rage, instantly extinguishing most of their anger.
“I was riding a motorcycle and she caught me. She made me write a hundred self-criticisms. What? You guys want to know that so much? Why don’t you take a few and write some too?” Feng Guiyu said, handing them two sheets of paper.
So that's the reason.
The two breathed a sigh of relief; as long as Liu Nian wasn't threatened, everything was fine.
Gu Minhang rolled his eyes at him: "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you have to save face!"
"So, are you going to write it or not?" Feng Guiyu started acting like a rogue. "Don't some of your student council members know how to imitate handwriting? Take this and let them write it. The word count requirement is 10,000+ words per page. Money is negotiable."
Su Ke thought Feng Guiyu was shameless enough. He looked at him and said in a low voice, "I'll help you, and I won't charge you, but you have to promise me one thing."
Upon hearing this, Feng Guiyu immediately sensed that Su Ke had premeditated something and refused without hesitation. "If there are conditions, then forget it."
Su Ke shrugged: "Whatever, I'm going to class now."
Gu Minhang: "If I also had the means, would it be okay to let it go?"
Feng Guiyu: ...
In the end, he spent some money to have someone imitate his handwriting. He paid 100 yuan for each apology letter that cost over 10,000 yuan, and he wrote furiously and continuously until he finished it in one morning.
"Hey Feng, I've finished writing. There are two sheets in total. Cash, WeChat, Alipay?" a boy asked him casually.
Feng Guiyu took out a wad of pink bills from his school uniform pocket, pulled out two bills and handed them to the other person, but he didn't let go: "Did you write this yourself or copy it?"
Boy: "Copy half and write the other half yourself. Oh, don't worry about the details. There are so many words, you can't read them all."
Feng Guiyu released his hand, looked at the imitation characters that were similar to his own, and nodded in satisfaction: "I'll look for you again next time."
Boy: "Next time, the price will be higher."
"A price increase will definitely mean a larger quantity."
"..."
Students from other classes came one after another to submit their self-criticisms. Feng Guiyu checked them one by one and thought that they were indeed very powerful in terms of money.
Liu Nian was waiting for them at the school gate early in the morning.
When the bell rang at noon, the school gates slowly opened.
Su Ke and Gu Minhang ran towards Liu Nian's car at almost the same time.
However, Su Ke was blocked by a classmate and was a little slower than Gu Minhang, so he missed out on the co-pilot seat.
He glanced at the student blocking his way with a hint of resentment.
The student was so frightened by his gaze that he dared not look up at him.
"Be more careful when you walk next time," Su Ke said in a cold voice.
The female classmate was so frightened that she nodded repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
Su Ke didn't look at her and walked towards Liu Nian's car.
At this moment, Feng Guiyu also rushed out in a hurry. When he saw that someone was already sitting in the passenger seat, he was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it, afraid that Liu Nian wouldn't even let him get in the car later.
After the two of them got into the car, Liu Nian glanced at Feng Guiyu in the rearview mirror: "Have you finished writing your self-criticism?"
Feng Guiyu was speechless for a moment, but still handed her the A4 paper in his hand and said sarcastically, "I'm done writing. Please take a look and don't forget to write it down."
Liu Nian took it and glanced at it casually. He immediately noticed that the handwriting was a bit off, but he didn't say anything.
As for Feng Guiyu, this rebellious brat, proper discipline is enough; too much control will only backfire.
What would you like to eat?
"Either is fine," the three said in unison.
Liu Nian didn't dwell on it and found a restaurant that wasn't too far from their school.
At the dinner table, Gu Minhang would occasionally look at his phone and fiddle with it.
Liu Nian asked in confusion, "Is Civil Aviation in a relationship?" These days, young people are so engrossed in their phones that they can't even be in a relationship.
Gu Minhang immediately shook his head and denied it: "No! It's something to do at school. There's a math competition going on recently, and the school asked me to participate. Also, the student council is electing its next president, so I'm a bit busy."
Upon hearing this, Liu Nian felt sorry for him, thinking how hard he was working at such a young age. She said with a touch of heartache, "You're really working hard. If you don't want to participate in the math competition, just decline it. Don't overwork yourself." She didn't want her good son to have any negative emotions due to too much academic pressure; otherwise, all her efforts over the past ten years would have been wasted.
Gu Minhang smiled gently: "It's alright, sister. I feel very content with this kind of life."
Feng Guiyu glanced at him and said, "I was also pushed out by the teacher, and I didn't say anything."
Liu Nian asked in confusion, "You're participating too?"
Feng Guiyu: "Participate! You don't know, the top three in this kind of competition can get a considerable prize."
"How many?"
"Last year, the first place winner received 800,000, the second place winner received 600,000, and the third place winner received 400,000. This year should be about the same!"
Liu Nian was somewhat surprised: "It seems the prize money is indeed quite substantial. Did you participate last year?" Forgive her, she really didn't know. She was busy filming and didn't have time to pay attention to anything other than their personal safety.
Feng Guiyu stared at her with wide eyes, looking incredulous, and accused her, "I knew I wasn't important to you at all, you don't care about me at all."
“Me too,” Gu Minhang echoed mournfully.
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