Chapter 80
The freshman kneeled on the ground, holding his belly and whimpering for a long time, but he didn't get up. Ji Rang looked at him for a few seconds, then turned back and said to Yu Zhuo, "You are not as good as me in taking a beating."
Yu Zhuo: “???”
Fuck you!
Ji Rang shook his head, squatted down in front of the little chicken, grabbed his collar with his fingers, pulled him up, and asked indifferently: "What's your name?"
The little chicken has finally realized the strength of the school bully. He used to do evil things in junior high school and thought he was at the top of the world. Now he understands that there are always stronger people among the strong.
However, these middle school boys always value principles and morality. If they lose in a duel, they have to admit it. They gasped and said, "Cheng Nuo."
Ji Rang thought this name was quite special and smiled: "Do you want to be the school bully of Haiyi?"
Cheng Nuo bit his lip and said nothing, thinking that the boss was mocking him. Ji Rang loosened his collar and patted him: "If you want to be the boss, then be the boss. I'll give it to you."
Before everyone could react to what was going on, Yu Zhuo blurted out, "No!" Ji Rang turned around and glanced at him. Yu Zhuo said angrily, "I'm still waiting in line!"
Ji Rang felt that this idiot was hopeless.
He stood up and dusted his hands, too lazy to get involved with this group of middle school boys. It simply lowered his IQ: "Then you two can discuss it. Do you want to decide whether to win or take turns every year?"
Can this fucking person still take turns? ? ?
Ji Rang didn't care about them and whispered to Qi Ying, "Let's go and have dinner."
Qi Ying nodded, and before leaving, she told Yu Zhuo: "Don't fight, I will tell my uncle."
Yu Zhuo: “!!!”
Why is he always the one who gets hurt?!
Ji Rang didn't really care how the matter was resolved in the end. Just like he had never thought of becoming a school bully before, he just randomly got into fights and beat people up, and then inexplicably became the school bully that everyone feared.
This is not a good reputation. I really don't understand what it is worth fighting for.
He really wanted to take off this label before graduation.
A few days later, Qu Dazhuang remembered this matter and ran to tell him that those middle school boys discussed it for a long time and felt that as long as he was there, their reputation as school bullies would be unjustified, so they decided to wait until he graduated.
I can only let the boss take over it for now.
Cheng Nuo was a bad boy in junior high school. His family was rich. He had been causing trouble every day since he entered high school. He became famous faster than Ji Rang did. But within a month, he became quiet as a chicken. Everyone said that Ji Rang had dealt with him. Now even the freshmen in high school knew that there was a big devil in the school.
There were too many legends about Ji Rang. Even though he was now devoted to study and not getting into trouble, everyone still felt a lingering fear when talking about him. The freshmen had heard too many rumors and automatically imagined a burly, ferocious bully in their minds. When the seniors pointed out the photos of the big guys on the bulletin board, they would secretly go to worship them.
It turns out that the boss is really damn handsome!
Does this beauty and figure really exist???
He is good at fighting, good at studying, handsome, and his family is rich. He is not some big devil, but the lover of my dreams!!!
So Ji Rang unknowingly gained a large number of little fans.
After class, I was resting on a chair and playing with a Rubik's Cube when I heard suppressed screams in the corridor outside the door. I tilted my head and glanced at them, and asked Qu Dazhuang: "Why are there so many people outside the classroom recently?"
Qu Dazhuang: "...You really have no idea of your own popularity."
Ji Rang: “?”
Qu Dazhuang thought of something and came over to gossip with him: "Do you know why that little chicken in the first grade of high school came to challenge you before?"
Ji Rang focused on restoring the Rubik's Cube and occasionally spoke: "Don't you want to be the school bully?"
"Yes!" Qu Dazhuang's enthusiasm for gossip made Ji Rang think that his future career would definitely be a paparazzi. "Then do you know why he wants to be a school bully?"
"If you don't finish speaking in one breath, I'll beat you up, do you believe it?"
Qu Dazhuang: "Because of a girl! The most beautiful girl in the first grade, a goddess-level figure! I've seen her, she's really pretty! Of course not as pretty as your little fairy." The desire to survive made Qu Dazhuang survive, "I heard that Cheng Nuo has been chasing that girl since junior high school, and he came to Haiyi because of that girl. But the girl said that she would only date the school bully, so that guy came to challenge you."
After listening to a long list of gossip, the boss said: "Oh."
Qu Dazhuang: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Ji Rang: “No.”
Qu Dazhuang was anxious: "That girl is obviously using you to get rid of the little chicken!"
Ji Rang: “Oh.” He finally restored the Rubik’s Cube, shook it in his palm, and threw it to Qu Dazhuang: “This is for you.”
Qu Dazhuang: “…”
The boss despised gossip so much, and probably didn't want to know that the current grade was rumored that he had dealt with Cheng Nuo for the flower of the senior grade. Qu Dazhuang felt that there was no need to tell him, because he didn't care anyway.
As a result, within two days, Ji Rang began to receive anonymous handmade customized cakes.
There was no name or signature, and it was packed in a small pink box. The flavor and style were different each time, and it would appear on his desk on time every morning.
Ji Rang thought someone had misplaced it two days ago, so he threw it on the lost and found rack at the back of the classroom. After it kept appearing in the next few days, he realized it was a gift for him, and then he threw it into the trash can.
Qu Dazhuang was so distressed: "Brother Rang! If you don't want to eat it, give it to me! I haven't had breakfast yet."
Ji Rang: "Then go pick it up from the trash can."
Qu Dazhuang: “???”
Humph! Just pick it up! It’s in a box anyway!
Qu Dazhuang ran to pick up the pink box. Luckily, the trash can was empty that morning, and only books and draft papers were thrown in. He opened the box and tasted it, with an expression that said he had never tasted anything good before: "Fuck, it's delicious! Better than Shanhai's!"
Shanhai Dessert Shop is the shop that Ji Rang and Qi Ying often go to.
Ji Rang was skeptical: "Really?"
Qu Dazhuang scooped a spoonful diligently: "Try it!"
Ji Rang said with disgust: "I don't like sweet food."
Qu Dazhuang finished the cake happily, patting his chest and promising: "Brother Rang! I will help you with dessert every morning from now on!"
Ji Rang glanced at him, thoughtfully.
The next morning, when they arrived at the classroom, the small cake was there again. Qu Dazhuang was excited to take it, but Ji Rang slapped his hand away, picked up the cake and walked out.
In Class 2, Qi Ying was drinking milk and memorizing words, biting the straw and shaking her head, which was so adorable.
The girl in the front row called her, "Yingying, the boss is looking for you."
She looked up and saw Ji Rang standing at the door. Her eyes were bent with laughter. She ran out with a cup of milk and asked him softly, "What's the matter?"
Ji Rang gave her the small cake: "Qu Dazhuang said it's delicious, you try it."
She loves sweets so much that she was very happy to see the exquisite little cake in the box. She took it and took a bite, her eyes sparkling, "Wow, it's really delicious."
Ji Rang smiled and said, "Then I'll bring it to you every day from now on."
So Qi Ying now has the happy time of eating handmade customized cakes every morning.
Time flies and it’s the end of the month.
Although there are small tests every three days and big tests every five days in the senior year of high school, the importance of monthly exams is second only to the mock exams at the end of the year. They provide an overall reflection of students' current learning situation and progress in the next semester, so the whole grade attaches great importance to them.
Among them, Class 9 of Grade 3 is the most important.
After studying for a month, it’s time to test it! Who will be the lucky one to be invited to the rooftop for tea? Let’s wait and see!
The monthly exam lasted for two days, and classes continued after the exam, leaving no time for the senior high school students to catch their breath. The teachers were also busy, not only teaching, but also working overtime to mark the exams and give grades.
Class 9 received the monthly exam results amidst this trepidation and wait.
When Liu Yao walked into the classroom, his face was full of smiles. He stood on the podium with the report card in hand and said excitedly, "Classmates! Everyone has made great progress this time! A total of ten people from our class made it into the top 100 list! It's double the number before! The average score of the class has also increased by almost two points! I have seen everyone's efforts during this period of time. Classmates, hard work will definitely pay off. Keep up the good work!"
After he finished speaking, he led the applause, but found that everyone in their seats was not interested.
What's going on?
The bell rang, and the next class was not his. Liu Yao praised everyone a few more times before walking out of the classroom. As soon as he left, the students immediately started whispering to each other.
——Have you figured it out? Who improved their score the least?
——I don’t know, the student committee is still calculating!
——Those with good grades are at a disadvantage! There is so little room for improvement!
——Wuwuwuwu, this feeling of torture is so terrible, please get the result soon!
The Class 9 classroom was filled with gloom, but Liu Yao didn't know it yet. He was so happy that his steps were a little light. When he walked back to the office, several teachers were congratulating him.
Liu Yao's face was full of wrinkles from smiling. When he sat down at his desk, he suddenly found a greeting card tied with a ribbon on the table.
When I picked it up, I saw that inside the greeting card was the report card for Class 9.
Liu Yao was a little confused. He looked at the report card first, then saw the words on the greeting card:
——A belated Teachers’ Day gift. Thank you for your teaching and dedication. We will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations.
From all the students of Class 9, Grade 3.
Liu Yao's hands froze.
After I realized what was happening, my eyes were already filled with tears.
…
Because of this belated Teacher's Day gift from the students of Class 9, Liu Yao, who had originally planned to use the physical education class to explain the test papers, waved his hand and let them go to the physical education class.
After entering the third year of high school, there was basically no chance of surviving physical education class. When we heard that classes had to be on time, everyone rushed to the playground like a swarm of bees.
It was a rare moment of leisure, and the physical education teacher didn't make things difficult for them. He just gathered them together, had them run around the field twice, and then announced the dismissal and allowed them to move freely.
Shen Yue was teaching a class for the first grade of high school. He hadn't played basketball with Ji Rang for a long time, so he invited Ji Rang to play basketball after the class was dismissed. The girls who were originally free in the playground quickly gathered around the basketball court, especially the first grade students.
Every time Ji Rang scored a shot, it would cause screams and cheers.
Shen Yue couldn't help but joked: "You are very popular, kid."
He lifted up his school uniform to wipe the sweat off his face and threw the basketball back: "I'm going back to the classroom. We'll play next time."
Seeing that the game was over and Ji Rang was about to leave, several girls in the crowd quickly pushed a tall and good-looking girl forward and said, "Hurry up, Yiyi! He's leaving!"
Xie Yiyi held water and a towel in her hands, looking shy, and hesitated to step forward: "It's not good, right? He doesn't even recognize me."
"How can you not recognize him? You've been sending him small cakes for almost half a month! If he didn't throw it away, it means he accepts you! Go quickly!"
Encouraged by everyone, Xie Yiyi finally plucked up the courage, trotted forward a few steps, stood in front of Ji Rang who was walking back, and handed him the water and towel: "Senior Ji, this is for you."
Ji Rang was burying his head, lifting the hem of his school uniform to wipe his sweat, and didn't notice her at all.
Then Xie Yiyi watched Senior Ji pass by without stopping.
Xie Yiyi was stunned. She had never expected this scene. She subconsciously called out, "Senior Ji Rang!"
Ji Rang then stopped and looked back at her. His eyes were indifferent, and because she was slow to speak, he gradually showed a hint of impatience, and turned to leave.
Xie Yiyi quickly said: "Don't you know me?"
Ji Rang looked indifferent: "Should I know you?"
Xie Yiyi felt that it was not worth it to send cakes anonymously for so long, so she quickly revealed her identity: "I send you small cakes every day, and they are made by me."
Ji Rang then raised his eyebrows and said in understanding, "That was given by you."
Xie Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled shyly: "Yeah."
Ji Rang said, "I was just looking for you." He took out his cell phone. Xie Yiyi's heart beat faster and she shyly took two steps forward, thinking, is he asking for his contact information?
Then I heard Ji Rang say, "I'll transfer the money for the cake to you."
Xie Yiyi was stunned; "No..."
Ji Rang continued, "I'll pay for the second half of the year, but the delivery address needs to be changed. From now on, send it directly to Class 2 of Senior 3."
Xie Yiyi: “???”
what???
The senior girl ran away crying.
Starting from the next day, there were no more cakes on Ji Rang's desk.
As soon as the morning self-study ended, Qi Ying ran to Class 9 classroom, leaned on the door frame and stretched her little head to look inside.
Qu Dazhuang shouted: "Brother, let the fairy find it."
Ji Rang looked up from the vocabulary book and saw the little baby at the door with eyes full of expectation. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
When he walked out, the little baby looked up at him eagerly and asked softly, "Where's today's cake?"
Ji Rang: “…”
The boss couldn't help but start thinking, if he couldn't buy the mini cakes, would the other party sell them to him if he went to buy the recipe?
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