"Who are you, begging for food? Say it again."
Fatty was not vague either. Instead, he pinched his waist and pushed in front of Xu Bin: "You are the one who treats Jiang Wei as a beggar, and you haven't finished yet. Don't you look like beggars?"
Xu Bin's face began to turn red, a sign of his anger.
"Brother! We are beggars." Xu Bin turned to Wan Feng, who was sitting one seat away from him.
"Haha, you're looking for someone to complain to. The beggar is looking for someone who doesn't want food."
Wan Feng was very surprised that a rural teenager in 1980 had such views. People at that time were very pure, and any differences in everyone's living standards could be ignored.
Why does this young man have such a domineering look?
The most likely reason is that you deserve a stroke.
But this is not the place to teach someone a lesson, and Wan Feng didn't have the mood to do so. He just replied lazily.
"Xu Bin! Ignore him. Do you have any future in messing around with an idiot?"
When Pang Wen heard that Wan Feng was an idiot, the flesh on his cheeks began to twist, and he stretched his neck and moved in front of Wan Feng.
"My dad is the secretary of Huaguang University, how dare you call me an idiot!"
Wan Feng stared at the guy in surprise. No wonder he was so fat. It turned out his father was the brigade secretary. Who would have thought someone would be cheating on their father in the 1980s? Could this guy's father be called Li Gang?
"You... you're not an idiot?"
"You're the idiot!"
"Then I'll do an experiment to test you. If you do it correctly, I'll believe you're not an idiot. Dare you?"
"What are you afraid of? Come on!"
Wan Feng put three chairs together in front of the guy and pointed at them. "Look carefully, there are three chairs. Remember, the first chair represents the Chinese character 'wang', the second chair represents the Chinese character 'xing', and the third chair represents the Chinese character 'kong'. The Chinese characters represented by these three chairs together form the Chinese characters 'wang xing kong'. Remember?"
Fatty curled his lips: "That's it?"
"I'm not done yet. When I point to a chair, you say the word that corresponds to it. For example, if I point to the second chair, you say the word 'star' exactly. If I point to the third chair, you say the word 'space'. I don't need to remind you of the mistakes, do I?"
Fatty blinked and thought for a moment: "It's very simple."
"Are you ready? I'm about to start." Wan Wanfeng pointed his hand towards the third chair.
"Empty!" Fatty blurted out.
Wan Feng's hand quickly pointed to the first chair again.
"see!"
Next…
"Stars! Sky! Look! Sky! Stars."
After several times, Wan Feng began to tap the first chair.
"Look, look, look, look, look, look, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof..."
Wan Feng's hands didn't stop moving, and Pang just barked continuously.
Jiangwei's students were the first to understand. At first, some of them chuckled, and then they burst into laughter.
Even the head teacher Xue Yongjiu couldn't help laughing. He had never seen such a treatment before. Forcing a person to voluntarily learn to bark like a dog, what was this guy thinking?
Wan Feng withdrew his hand and nodded in praise: "You have proved that you are not an idiot, but a smart person." After that, he sat down in the chair and ignored the other party.
The people at Huaguang School naturally understood what was going on. Li Guang was being treated like a dog.
At this point, Li Guang finally realized that he was being treated like a dog.
He was ready to rush up like an angry lion to show Wan Feng how powerful he was, but was stopped by his teacher.
…
At this time, the sun finally began to show its power. The heat rolled across the square like waves, soon drowning all the adults and children in the square.
The square was packed with people when the sports meeting of the brigade school in Jiangwei was held. Can you imagine how many people there were at the sports meeting of the entire commune?
There were huge crowds of people, including adults and students.
At this time, everyone with a fan in their hands was fanning themselves non-stop, while those without fans could only endure it.
Wan Feng and his friends belong to the group that has to endure the hardship. There is nothing to cover their heads and no fans in their hands. What else can they do if they don’t endure the hardship?
Wan Feng recalled the theme song from a 1990s TV series: I can’t live like this anymore, I can’t live like this anymore…
"Teacher! I need to go to the toilet." Wan Feng decided that he could not live like this anymore, so he asked for leave from Xue Yongjiu, the head teacher who led the team.
If you sit here any longer you risk being vaporized.
"Go quickly and come back soon."
"Yes!" Wan Feng quickly stood up and walked out. Going quickly was a must, and as for returning quickly...
Wan Feng had no intention of coming back at all. His project didn't start until 1:30 in the afternoon. Only a fool would come back to be exposed to the sun.
Wan Feng squeezed out of the crowd and began to look for a shady place.
There is not a single tree on the campus, and the doors of the school classrooms are all locked. You are not allowed to go to the teaching office. The only places you can go are under the eaves and the gates of the first row of houses.
There is usually a breeze through the gate, which makes it a good place to cool down.
Wan Feng scurried into the gate, and upon entering, he felt just like what a song says: a cool breeze blew in his face...
Wan Feng found a stone and leaned against the wall of the gate. He didn't plan to get up again in the short term.
But man proposes, but plan never comes easily. He had just sat down for two minutes when he saw a Beiliao No. 2 130 truck produced in Beiliao Province driving towards the school gate. It stopped with a bang in the shade under a big tree outside the school gate.
No vehicles were allowed to enter the school during the sports meet, so this dusty-looking 130 truck was parked outside the school gate.
A middle-aged woman in a white coat came out of the truck's cab and gestured to the two young men in the car.
The sharp-eyed Wan Feng saw at a glance that a young man in the car was an acquaintance.
Isn't this the delivery guy from the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory? What's his name?
After thinking for a while, Wan Feng realized that he didn't know the other person's name at all. He didn't have time to ask when they met last time.
Wan Feng jumped up as if his hormones suddenly fermented and ran to the truck like a bird.
"Brother! You're here."
The young man was puffing out his cheeks as he tried to lift the quilt covering the carriage, and his movements looked as if he had a grudge against the quilt.
When he heard someone calling him brother, he turned his head and looked at Wan Feng. He blinked a few times before he remembered who Wan Feng was. His originally stiff face relaxed.
"So it's you, running in the sports meet?"
"I don't have any projects this morning, so I'm just sitting here taking a break. Brother! What are you guys doing?"
"What can we do? Sell popsicles! We are the factory director, and the sports meet is a good time to sell popsicles. That's why we come here, otherwise I would still be sleeping." The young man's tone seemed to be full of dissatisfaction.
"Ma Huan! What are you doing? Working!"
This guy is called Ma Huan? What a good name, doesn't it mean that people are happy and horses are shouting?
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