Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Prepare to better serve...
It was a farce that ended only when the principal who came to inspect the class caught them.
"Oh my god, why is Guangmingding here?"
The principal of the No. 1 Middle School in the city was nicknamed "Guangmingding" by the students of the middle school because of his severe baldness.
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, or the whole class will be in trouble!"
Ming Le was startled and quickly glanced out the window. In an instant, he had a death stare with the dean. He forced a smile at the corner of his mouth and then quickly lowered his head.
Noticing that Gao Pengxuan was still not content, Ming Le secretly elbowed him.
Gao Pengxuan understood what he meant and glanced out the window, pretending to be calm as he took out his book.
Once he puts on glasses, he becomes a top student.
…
The air in the classroom became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The students all lowered their heads. The dean, wearing a blue and black striped shirt and holding a teacup in his hand, squinted his green eyes and scanned every student with a sharp gaze.
No one can do anything bad under his nose.
Everyone's scalp was tingling.
"I don't want to say much about a few people just to save your face. If you don't want to learn, then forget it. Don't be the bad apple in the class and spoil the whole pot of soup!"
"In this age of relying on one's father, you can't compete, and you can't make progress in your studies. What else can you do after you leave school?"
"Will you go to a construction site and move bricks, or work as a waiter in a restaurant? If that happens, don't even mention you're a graduate of our No. 1 Middle School. The school can't afford to lose face."
Feeling the gazes coming from the podium, Ming Le curled his lips. It wasn't him who started the trouble first.
A little aggrieved.
Guangmingding can’t be unable to distinguish right from wrong, right?
"Gou Hao, come with me to the office. The other students can continue studying. If I catch you being restless again, your entire class will have to write a self-criticism." The stern voice of the dean of studies rang out.
Gou Hao's pupils trembled. It was him again. Why didn't the others have to go? He knew that the teachers were partial. He was the black sheep in their eyes!
He stood up from his seat indignantly, and when he saw the gloating expressions of other students, he wanted to kick over their desks.
But he didn't really dare to do that. When he passed by Mingle's seat, he glared at them with a threatening look.
Ming Le raised his chin and thought to himself that this person was really sick. He couldn't get any benefits but he always had to provoke.
He didn't know why this guy and his younger brothers couldn't stand him. It was obvious that all the classmates liked him very much.
Qi Jingyue turned around again and blamed Gou Hao, that shameless guy. They were clearly having a good chat.
He deserved to be called to the office.
"Lele, can your brother really get an autograph? Don't lie to me."
Ming Le smiled unnaturally: "Yes, it should be possible. I'll let you know when I get it."
"Okay, if that happens, I'll take you to the amusement park or even the oceanarium."
She knew at first glance that Mingle was a well-behaved and sensible child. His family was not well off, so they must have never been there in order to save money. She would take him there to play when she had time.
Mingle agreed.
The bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom carrying the teaching materials.
…
After school in the afternoon, Mingle called the driver in advance to pick him up.
"Did my brother come back today?" Mingle asked while sitting in the back.
"The eldest young master has been practicing in the music room all day and hasn't left the house."
Okay, Mingle put the schoolbag aside.
This is the best. When his brother is busy, he may not be seen for ten days or half a month. Then it may take a long time to get the autograph promised to Qi Jingyue.
After more than half an hour, Ming Le closed his eyes and rested for a while. The driver pulled him into the villa gate and Ming Le got out of the car.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Mingche wandering around in the living room in his home clothes. His clothes were loose, his hair was messy, and he had dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not woken up yet.
Seeing Mingle coming back, he was holding a glass of water and looked at him slowly without reacting.
Mingle threw his schoolbag on the sofa, and the servant who came in from outside took it to his room with great tact.
Mingle: "Did you stay up late last night?" He pulled Mingche's eyelids, "You have panda eyes."
Mingche slapped his hand away: "What are you grabbing at? Let go."
It's unfair to be criticized for caring about him.
But now that he needed help from someone, Ming Le didn't give him any coldness.
He attentively took the water cup from Mingche's hand and put it on the table, then pushed Mingche to sit down, with a somewhat suspicious attitude.
Very abnormal.
Mingche looked at him warily: "What are you looking at?"
Mingle chuckled and took out a stack of postcards from his schoolbag.
If Qi Jingyue hadn't pulled him into Mingche's fan group, he wouldn't have known that his brother had so many fans.
There are several of them in their class.
My singing is just average, is it because of my looks?
As expected, he usually pays too little attention to his brother.
Mingche naturally saw what was in his hand, and his handsome face darkened: "What do you want to do?"
He would never think that Mingle wanted his autograph because he admired him, as he usually looked down on him.
"Why, are you so broke that you're planning to sell your brother's autograph to scalpers?"
When Ming Le heard this, he got angry. He wanted to sell it. Is he such a superficial person?
But he still controlled his temper.
"Brother, please sign a few autographs for me. There are a few classmates in our class who really like you. They even said they want to go to your concert. They are your true fans."
Ming Che lay half-lying on the sofa, unmoved: "There are so many people who love me, I'm too busy to respond to them all."
He reached out and touched the black and gold lighter, held a lit cigarette between his slender white fingers, squinted his eyes and began to puff out smoke.
He still hasn't forgotten that the little guy didn't treat him well a few days ago because of a male actor he had as his sponsor. Humph.
He's so hard to please again, this annoying guy. I always agree to his requests in the end, but he always makes things difficult for him.
The smell of smoke is terrible!
"You need to respond to everything, there are only a few. Just sign it. I have already promised them, I feel embarrassed to go back on my word." Ming Le leaned next to him, his tone soft, and his head nuzzled into his brother's arms.
Ming Che moved the cigarette butt a little further away from him, but couldn't help but smile: "I won't be responsible if you get burned."
Every time she acts like a spoiled brat, she always uses this trick.
When there is something going on, just call me brother; when there is nothing going on, just call me boss with his full name.
"It's not hot, it's not hot." Ming Le took out the pen he had prepared in advance and put it in his hand, "Sign it, sign it."
Ming Che was at his wit's end, so he resigned himself to his fate and picked up his pen: "I'm telling you, there won't be a next time."
He doesn't sign his autograph easily. Do you know how valuable his autograph is? Even if you have the channels, you can't get it without five figures.
"I get it. There definitely won't be a next time." Ming Le grunted and massaged his shoulders and back, and only carried him upstairs after he had to sign.
Mingche: ...
If he still believes Ming Le's deception, he would be a fool. He treats him as a tool and will be thrown away after use.
After all, he is a talented singer with both popularity and strength. Compared to his brother, there is no filter at all and he is worthless.
It's really weird.
Ming Le returned to his room and stuffed all the signed postcards into his schoolbag. He would take them to Qi Jingyue next Monday. He had no control over how she distributed them to her sisters.
He sprayed milk all over her face. He had to do what he could to satisfy her.
Mingle turned around and went to the bathroom. It would be more comfortable to take a bath after coming back from outside.
The bathtub was already filled with water, clean clothes were neatly stacked on a wooden tray, and a crystal fruit bowl filled with peeled and pitted fruit was within easy reach.
Mingle took off his school uniform, stepped into the bathtub, and then used the smart voice to turn on the large-screen TV in front of him.
Which episode of that suspense drama did he catch up to last time?
"It seems to be episode 18..." Ming Le muttered as he stuffed a plump, pitted lychee into his mouth.
The boy had fair and smooth skin, with excess skin covered by the white bubbles in the bathtub, leaving only his delicate collarbone and slender, well-proportioned shoulders exposed.
Her face was rosy and her black eyes were sparkling from the steam.
After soaking for a while, Mingle picked up his phone and made a call.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
The person on the other end quickly answered the call, and said in a teasing tone, "I'll find your aunt for you."
Mingle's face was powdered and the hair on his forehead was also steamed. He pursed his lips and said, "Well, I have so many aunts outside. Which one do you plan to bring back?"
This is true. His uncle changes partners very frequently, so he is generous and gives cars, houses and bags to his lovers to make them behave well. Otherwise, they will definitely make trouble at home.
Shu Yuquan also knew that his little nephew had never come to visit him for no reason recently, so he told him directly about Lou Ye's recent situation.
I just came back from the crew the day before yesterday, came to the company yesterday, and now I’m recuperating at home.
Ming Le got the news he wanted and smiled brightly. He flattered Shu Yuquan to bring the gift back to his aunt as soon as possible and told her to remember to give him a red envelope.
"It doesn't matter whether my aunt is a man or a woman, I don't mind at all." The young man said happily in a clear voice, then quickly hung up the phone, effectively blocking out the cursing voice of the other party.
He put his phone away, stood up, dried himself with a fluffy towel, and got dressed.
Shu Yuquan was very efficient and had already sent Lou Ye's address. Ming Le clicked on it and took a look. It was not far from their home.
He will go to see Lou Ye on the weekend, hehe.
…
Lou Ye has had a rare amount of free time since signing with Tiansheng Media. He gave his assistant a holiday and told him not to look for him if he had nothing to do. He could just rest at home for a while.
The takeaway was about to arrive, so Lou Ye got up from the bed. His naked upper body was clearly muscled, and he casually put on a gray T-shirt. His eyes were still sleepy.
The phone on the bedside table vibrated a few times, and Brother Chen sent a message.
Lou Ye thought it was something related to work.
He opened a document and after flipping through dozens of pages, which took up more than 800 KB of memory, the expression on his face froze.
The feeding guidelines and precautions include diet, as well as tailor-made exercise plans and sleep time, all written down in great detail.
Eat more vegetables and high-protein foods, less pickled foods, less sugary drinks, and avoid consuming trans fats, alcohol, and coffee.
Avoid getting cold, taking cold showers, making people angry, or making them too happy or having big mood swings. Also avoid taking people to do dangerous sports.
[Lou Ye: ? ? ]
[Brother Chen: This is the feeding guide for Young Master Ming that Mr. Shu asked me to send you.]
Lou Ye frowned. It's not like he's feeding pigs, so why do he need a feeding guide?
He opened the door with his phone in hand, puzzled, and picked up the takeaway food on the shelf at the door.
The young master is so particular about his meals, so doesn't the takeaway he ordered look like pig food in comparison?
【Lou Ye: Got it.】
Mingle is his financial backer, and this is part of his job responsibilities, so he cannot refuse.
There was silence for a long time, and then another message came.
[Brother Chen: He never knows when he'll come looking for you, so you have to take good care of him... Thank you for your hard work!]
Lou Ye: ...
No wonder he was given so many things. It seemed like they wanted him to be prepared in advance so that he could better serve the young sponsor.
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