Chapter 8 Chapter 8 What kind of attitude is this? You're still ignoring me...
In the afternoon, during break.
Ming Le sent a message to Lou Ye using a peeling and deformed mobile phone that he had asked his family driver to buy from some second-hand platform.
"This is too laggy. It takes forever to send an emoticon." Ming Le pursed his lips and muttered softly.
"Mingle, your teacher wants you to go to the office for some work." A girl with bangs and big eyes walked into the classroom and said.
Mingle quietly hid his cell phone under the table.
Although their school does not allow mobile phones to be brought into school, people do not follow the school rules so closely in private. As long as they don't get caught by the teachers or the principal, everything will be fine.
"Okay, thank you, squad leader. I understand."
The girl nodded, sat back in her seat, and buried her head in the questions.
Although it is only the second year of high school, the school is very strict and everyone is very self-motivated in their studies, so there is no need for teachers to urge them.
Mingle's desk was clean. Apart from the two papers he had to do and the books for the next class, there was no other mess. He stood up from his chair.
Why does the head teacher want to see him? Has he done anything wrong recently?
Mingle thought about what he had done during this period of time. Could it be that he was discovered to be chasing stars and the teacher wanted to teach him a lesson?
He is very low-key and didn't let anyone know?
Mingle hesitated and knocked on the office door. There were four or five teachers working inside.
"Lao Ma, the students in your class are here." A female teacher reminded.
He has good grades and looks good. He is a typical good student and is very popular with teachers.
"Teacher Ma, what do you want to talk to me about?" Ming Le stood in front of the head teacher's desk. He did not hold any "official position" in the class, so even if there was anything to discuss, it was not his turn.
Mingle and his classmates' homeroom teacher taught them mathematics. He had a rough appearance and dark skin. He didn't look like someone who worked in an office, but more like someone carrying sandbags at a construction site.
Mingle put his hands behind his back, looking very well-behaved.
Do you still have to deliver food after get off work every day?
There was a transparent water cup on the desk. It looked like it could hold at least 1,000 milliliters of water, and tea leaves accounted for one-third of it. The strong tea had a turbid taste.
"Le Le, you don't have any pressure in your studies recently, do you?" Ma Hui asked with concern.
Mingle didn't understand why, but he still answered seriously: "No pressure."
His grades didn't decline in the last monthly exam.
"If you have any questions, just tell the teacher. Don't be shy." Ma Hui said as he took out a form from the drawer and asked him to fill it out.
Recently, there have been incidents of school bullying in other classes. A gentle and handsome boy like Mingle is really worried that he will be bullied by disobedient students.
Application form for scholarship for poor students. Mingle blinked. Still two thousand yuan?
"Teacher, is this for me? I don't need it." Ming Le waved his hands, his little face full of rejection.
Seeing him resisting like this, the head teacher thought that he was not tactful enough and had hurt the young man's self-esteem.
"Don't feel burdened. The teacher gave it to you because you studied hard and achieved excellent results. It's not entirely based on your family background."
He saw that Mingle's family had a really hard life, so he would visit their home when he had time and give him priority in any student subsidies.
Mingle felt guilty. Although two thousand was a small amount, it was given to those who really needed it. How could he accept this aid?
He felt a little guilty that he had also deceived Lao Ma.
"Teacher, I think... I think my life is okay. This money should be given to students in more difficult situations. Even if you insist on giving it to me, I strongly refuse."
The other teachers and several students in the office all looked over, and Mingle felt it, as if his cheeks were burning.
"I can't accept it no matter what you say!"
The head teacher showed an expression of disapproval on his face, but he was also very pleased. This was the student he taught. He had such noble character and always thought about those who had more difficulties.
"Yes, this student is really good."
"Good grades and a good heart."
“…”
Ming Le was in a trance after hearing everyone's praise. He felt like he was surrounded by a circle of holy light.
Mingle only came back to his senses after he walked out of the office and back to the classroom.
The head teacher was moved by his sincere attitude and decided to give his place to someone else.
Ming Le sat back in his seat, holding his chin in thought. His acting skills were so good that even his class teacher wanted to give him a scholarship.
Maybe he can compete with Lou Ye to see who has better acting skills. He also has the potential to become the best actor.
"Have you lost your soul?" Gao Pengxuan picked up the book and waved it in front of Ming Le.
Ming Le's thoughts were interrupted. He stared at him and said darkly, "I haven't even had the oden you promised me last week!"
It would have been fine if we hadn't mentioned this, but as soon as he mentioned it, Pengxuan got upset: "Eat shit! I didn't even blame you. You said you were going with me to support my idol, but you just disappeared?"
"Finally, you told me to use the idol support items given to me to chase the man you just met."
"What about oden? You wish! No!"
Mingle felt that he was not trustworthy: "But I really went there, and I gave you what the young ladies gave me."
If you don't want to treat him to a meal, just say so.
"Who is that man you're chasing after? What's his name? Let me search for it."
Gao Pengxuan was still curious. Why did someone who usually just watched spectators and didn't mingle suddenly change his mind?
The other person must be so handsome that it makes people's legs go weak at the first sight.
Ming Le took out his cell phone from under the table, but his idol was very cool and didn't reply to his message.
It is also possible that his phone was too slow to respond and did not receive it?
His strange possessiveness took over: "I don't want to show it to you."
In fact, he didn't want to show it to anyone. He had good vision, which others didn't have.
Gao Pengxuan laughed angrily: "You are too stingy. You will lose a piece of meat if you see it."
I’m really impressed.
Ming Le shook his lagging phone. He had to find a way to get a phone that looked invisible but had high specs.
Otherwise it would be too difficult.
"Wow, this old-fashioned mobile phone, which has been passed down for who knows how many generations, can still send WeChat messages? It's quite advanced." Ming Le said sarcastically to a boy with a short haircut, earrings and a naughty smile who was sitting across the table from him, and shook the new fruit brand mobile phone he had just received in his hand.
Gou Hao just heard from someone that Lao Ma gave Ming Le the poverty subsidy quota, but Ming Le actually refused it.
Wouldn't it be better to buy a cheaper phone for two thousand yuan than the one he has?
He can't stand people who show off the most.
Ming Le turned his head and glanced at him. He was a bad boy in their class. He had recruited several younger brothers to bully others in school. Just looking at the shape of his hair, if you didn't know him, you would think he had just been reformed from a juvenile detention center.
"What's it to you? I don't need the phone in your hand." Ming Le said in a flat tone. His Snowball also wears an electronic watch, which is better than Gou Hao's.
"That's right, minding other people's business." Gao Pengxuan spoke righteously. Logically, he was a little afraid of this troublemaker, but Mingle was his good friend and he had to protect him.
"Give it to you? You're dreaming. You two are so bold to talk to me like that. Believe it or not, I will beat you up." Gou Hao pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and said threateningly with his eyelids narrowed.
Ming Le took a deep breath. He didn't like to cause trouble, but it was really annoying that some annoying things came up to him.
Gao Pengxuan couldn't hold back after hearing this: "Hey, we are all classmates, do you really need to do this? Believe it or not, I will tell the teacher!"
Gou Hao simply couldn't stand these good students, nerds, but teachers just happened to like that kind of people.
What else can you do besides studying hard?
"I'm talking to Mingle. Why are you so eager to come over? Are you his dog?"
Mingle sat upright. After hearing this, he clenched the pen in his hand tightly, and the pale pink fingertips turned white due to the force.
He pursed his lips. No one could insult his friend like this!
He slowly raised his head, his pair of black eyes shining brightly, and gave Gou Li an abnormal smile: "Only dogs that can bark are dogs, but Dazui can't bark."
The atmosphere was tense, but Ming Le suddenly smiled brightly. Gou Hao, who had never been favored by Ming Le, was stunned and blurted out: "What's so difficult about this? It's just a barking. A good student wouldn't know this?"
Mingle curled his lips in satisfaction: "Oh, you can scream."
Gao Pengxuan, who was being called a dog, was so angry that his face turned red. When he heard Ming Le's words, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
In the quiet classroom, everyone seemed to be working seriously on their own things, but in fact they had already pricked up their ears to listen to the excitement.
I burst into laughter when I heard Ming Le's insulting words. We are all classmates, and Ming Le is the easiest to get along with. I didn't expect that he would actually play a trick on others.
Gou Hao's face turned red and blue. He felt humiliated and angry that he didn't react in time and was being played like a dog.
"Wait for me after school!" He was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.
Mingle: Only a fool would wait, he just slipped away after school.
Gou Hao was humiliated and stood up in a rage. He felt even more embarrassed if he didn't do something. He kicked over the desk and walked out of the classroom with his hands in his trouser pockets.
His deskmate: “…………”
Mingle spread his hands. He doesn’t think he is handsome, does he?
The classroom was quiet again. With five minutes left before class, Gao Pengxuan ran to the school store and bought an extra-large starch sausage for his brother Mingle. He only put a little bit of chili powder on the top, which was just right for Mingle's taste.
"Brother Ming, we don't have oden at the moment. Come, let's have some grilled sausages first." How come he didn't realize that Ming Le had such a cool temper before.
With his small body, he couldn't withstand Gou Hao's beating, yet he dared to be so tough.
Mingle's eyes lit up when he saw the grilled sausages. He couldn't eat these things at home, and his mother and Mingche didn't allow him to eat street food and junk food, so he was particularly craving these flavors.
Ming Le took the grilled sausage and said deliberately, "Oh, it's not good for me to eat yours every day, right?" But he took it quickly without stopping, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Gao Pengxuan waved his hand generously: "It's okay! I'll arrange oden for you tomorrow."
Ming Le's family is so poor that he has hardly ever seen this man buy snacks. He usually doesn't even eat in the cafeteria. Maybe every meal he has when he goes home is just steamed buns and pickles. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so thin. He should just take care of him.
Ming Le seemed unaware that his image as a poor but good student had become deeply rooted in people's minds, and he had been imagined as a poor little guy who had no food to eat.
He ate it all in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and wrapped the skewer. His cheeks puffed up as he said in a hurry, "Don't worry, Big Mouth, I won't eat your food for free. I'll treat you to a big meal at Songhe Tower."
Gao Pengxuan had just filled his thermos with water and almost spit out the water when he drank it.
Songhelou, the Songhelou where the average cost per person is several thousand?!
"Are you confused because of the fever?!"
Mingle blinked without saying anything, and then started talking again.
Gao Pengxuan: "When you can treat me to a meal at Songhelou, I will be the richest man in Beijing."
Who doesn’t know how to brag?
Mingle nodded seriously: "You are right!"
Class was about to start, and the two of them ended their conversation. Mingle took advantage of the fact that the teacher had not yet arrived to send a message to Louye about what had just happened.
The other person's avatar is pitch black, his nickname is an L, and his signature is just a period. It is so simple and scary, and it fits his personality very well.
Mingle sent several angry cat emojis and waited for dozens of seconds but there was no response.
What's with that attitude? He's so ignoring his sponsor when they contact him. He gave Lou Ye half an hour to get back to him. If he doesn't get back to him within that time, he won't contact Lou Ye anymore!
Just as the thought flashed through his mind, the person on the other end actually sent him an emoticon of a head pat.
Obviously comforting.
This is not like Lou Ye’s usual style. Ming Le pursed his lips slightly, feeling satisfied, hehe.
…
Lou Ye had already joined the crew, and his role as the second male lead was the last one to be confirmed. After all the cast members were confirmed, the director started filming.
Director Cheng is just as the industry legend says, serious and dedicated to his work. Once he gets busy with filming, he often forgets to eat and sleep.
His behavior makes life difficult for the actors below him, who have to endure it with him.
Lou Ye has a strong physique and can adapt to the situation quite well. This little bit of hardship is nothing to him. As long as he can perform well, everything will be worth it.
He just came down from the wire. In ancient martial arts dramas, there are bound to be fighting, killing and flying scenes.
The weather was hot, so Lou Ye took off his complicated black and red robe, but he still kept the small braids and high ponytail on his head, which gave him an exotic look.
He wore a white sweatshirt underneath, revealing his muscular arms. Surprisingly, with his face full of authority, he didn't seem out of place at all.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and the assistant handed him his phone: "Brother Lou, your phone has been vibrating."
Lou Ye took it and found that it was indeed his financial sponsor who sent him a message.
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