The air fell silent once more.
With a loud bang, the students started to cheer.
"Wang Peng, are you doing business?"
"Aren't you afraid it will interfere with your studies?"
"I'll go buy your fried rice at noon."
...
The students kept cheering, saying that it was a novel idea for high school students to do business while attending school.
The girl behind Wang Peng tugged at his clothes, "Is that fried rice cart yours? The fried rice I ate when I registered yesterday, was it made by you?"
Wang Peng turned around and smiled, "It should be. Was my fried rice delicious?"
"It sounds great!" The girl gave a thumbs up. "Are you still selling it today? I'll go buy another one at noon."
"As long as it doesn't hail, I'll operate as usual. Thank you for your support, sisters," Wang Peng said with a smile.
They originally planned to keep a low profile and make a fortune, but now they have no choice but to operate in a high-profile manner.
Wang Peng stared at Dong Biao, pointed to his head, and said, "You have a problem here. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
"None of your business?" Dong Biao lowered his head and fiddled with his fine fountain pen.
"Heh." Wang Peng chuckled dismissively and continued working on his practice problems.
At this moment, the homeroom teacher, Chen Qingshu, walked into the classroom.
He walked up to the podium and said, "Did something happy happen in our class just now? Tell me so I can share in the joy."
Chen Xiaojing immediately raised her hand, "Teacher, the transfer student Dong Biao wants to beat Wang Peng in the next exam."
boom--
The young men started jeering again.
Their stereotype of students who attend school on temporary assignment is that they are bad at studying and rely on their families' money to get into Ping'an County No. 1 Middle School.
"This is a good thing. Let's see what it's really like," Chen Qingshu said with a smile. "Our class should have the spirit to challenge the peak."
Wang Peng inexplicably reached his peak.
When I hear my classmates call out "Teacher Chen," I always think of another Teacher Chen who loves photography.
Li Mengjiao quietly handed him a note.
The note read, “Don’t underestimate him. Dong Biao is the third-highest scorer in Pingcheng County’s middle school entrance exam, only 10 points behind you. This year, his family moved to Ping’an County, so he’s coming to our school to study temporarily.”
"Holy crap!" Wang Peng scratched his head. "Are they pushing me to the limit? Our class is full of hidden talents!"
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