Chapter 78
After coming out of the haunted house, it was already dark.
Qi Ying took Ji Rang to buy a cotton candy, and then pointed at the slowly rotating Ferris wheel not far away: "How about ending today's trip with this?"
Of course Ji Rang agreed.
There was no queue at this time, so the staff led them in and locked the door. The two sat face to face, and Qi Ying leaned against the window to look out, gradually rising above the ground, with a clear view of the night view.
After rising, the Ferris wheel was a little shaky. She didn't dare to move. She sat back down obediently, looked at Ji Rang opposite her, and asked softly, "Did you have fun today?"
Ji Rang nodded.
She smiled very sweetly and kept looking out the window. When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, her eyes lit up, she turned around and looked at him, saying seriously, "I will celebrate your birthday with you every year from now on."
There is a legend that when the Ferris wheel is closest to the sky, the promises made will come true.
She was waiting for this.
Ji Rang felt soft and sweet in his heart.
When he was eighteen, God sent a fairy to save him. She was not afraid of his reputation, nor disgusted by his behavior. No matter how fierce he was to her at first, she always ran after him.
Now when I think back to the years of self-harm, it suddenly seems like a ridiculous nightmare.
It was she who broke into his dream, bringing with her warmth and light, dispelling the haze in his dream and allowing him to glimpse the sunshine.
And now, he also wants to come out of that dream.
Because his girl lives in the real world.
He has to move on before he can stay with her for a long time.
After getting off the Ferris wheel, today's date officially ended. Ji Rang first sent Qi Ying home, made an appointment with her to go to the library to do homework, and then took a taxi back to his place.
When I got home, I saw a pile of gift boxes at the door.
Every year, he only picked out Ji Qian and Chen Fengzhi's boxes in previous years, kicked the remaining two away, and waited for the cleaners to collect them the next day. This time, looking at those beautifully packaged boxes, his eyes deepened, and he took them all in.
But he didn't tear it down. Instead, he threw it all on the bed in the guest room, which was piled with miscellaneous items, and locked the door.
…
Half a month of summer vacation has passed in a flash, and many students have not even finished their holiday homework before they have to face the start of school. And this time is different from the past. Senior year, one of the most important stages in life, has officially begun from today.
In the morning, teachers of each subject came to collect the homework and handed out new papers, making a seamless transition, as if they had not had a holiday at all and were still having classes as usual yesterday.
In the afternoon, the school arranged a "Senior Three Mobilization Meeting" and all senior three students had to go to the auditorium to attend.
Representatives of the teachers, school leaders, principals and deans of studies took to the stage to give speeches, encouraging these senior high school students and motivating them to study hard.
Qu Dazhuang and the others were yawning in the background: "It seems like a pyramid scheme. Is this possible?"
Liu Haiyang said: "Why not? Take a look."
He pointed in the direction of Class 2. Qu Dazhuang looked closely and saw Yue Li in her school uniform, clenching her fists. Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes were shining, and she followed the dean in shouting, "I can do it! I can do it!"
Qu Dazhuang: “…”
The senior year of high school started with such a bang.
A countdown to the college entrance examination was hung on the blackboard of each class, as well as motivational banners. The banner for Class 2 was more meaningful, with the words "Ten years of sharpening the sword for a single gamble, the true self will be revealed in the June test."
Class nine is very consistent with their wild class style, with a sign that reads "Improve one point, beat a thousand people."
Liu Yao stood on the podium with deep emotion, looked at the slogans, touched the countdown calendar, and finally shouted with full energy: "Classmates! It's the last year, come on!"
Qu Dazhuang was secretly playing with his phone, but when he saw Liu Yao like that, he was suddenly moved: "Old Liu has had a hard time these past few years. He has used all his energy to lead the worst class. I feel a little sorry for him."
Liu Haiyang scolded him: "Why don't you put away your phone and read a book?"
Qu Dazhuang: "..." He suddenly had an idea: "Is Teacher's Day coming soon? This is the last Teacher's Day in high school, right? Should we prepare a gift for Lao Liu?"
In the past, some classes used class funds to give teachers flowers, pens, etc. on Teacher's Day. They were just small thoughts, but Class 9 seemed to have never done these.
How can a class that is ranked last and doesn’t even study do these things?
Ji Rang was doing a test paper nearby. When he heard Qu Dazhuang's words, he suddenly looked up and asked, "When is Teacher's Day?"
Qu Dazhuang: "Wow, you didn't even know this, brother? September 10th! It's next Tuesday."
Ji Rang seemed to be thinking about something. He glanced at Liu Yao, who was still standing on the podium with a look of emotion, and whispered, "I should give you something."
Qu Dazhuang was not interested in studying, but he was very enthusiastic about this kind of thing: "Okay! We will go to the monitor later to ask how much class funds are left, and give Lao Liu a big one!"
Ji Rang kicked him on the chair and said, "Bullshit! Put your phone away! Read your book! If you don't finish the math test you were given after school, you're dead!"
Qu Dazhuang: “???”
"And you!" The boss fiercely glanced at the group of bad students in the back row who were not doing their jobs properly, "Study hard for me!"
Everyone: “…………”
It would be a waste of your talent if you don't serve as a study committee member.
The class bell rang. Under the boss's cold gaze, the back row was as quiet as a chicken. No one dared to play with their phones or doze off. They could only concentrate on listening to the class.
When the get out of class was over, the English teacher asked the class representative to collect the test papers distributed yesterday and distributed new test papers.
The English class representative is a very quiet girl, one of the top three students in the class. She wears thick glasses and has a lot of pimples on her forehead caused by excessive stress. She is ordinary and common.
When I got to the row against the wall, a few boys who were also at the bottom of the class said with a joking smile: "Bring a paper here for us to copy. You haven't written it yet."
The English class representative ignored them and said, "You have to hand it in even if you haven't written it. Bring it here."
The boy said nonchalantly: "I won't hand it over, what can you do to me? Go and complain, you ugly bastard."
The class representative was almost crying with anger.
Turn around and leave.
Just as he turned around, he saw Ji Rang coming towards him, holding a rolled-up English book in his hand. His eyes were cold and expressionless, but his attack was powerful, swinging the English book at the boy's head.
The boy screamed in pain after being beaten. He turned around and saw that it was him. He stopped screaming and held his head, begging for mercy: "Let me go, let me go! I was wrong! Stop hitting me, let's talk it over!"
Ji Rang hadn't lost his temper for a long time. The entire Class 9 was silent, watching the boss teach them a lesson.
He had beaten enough, and said in a cold voice: "Find the English test paper and start writing it now."
The boy was busy looking for the test paper from his desk, and his wrist was shaking when he was holding the pen to do the questions.
Ji Rang turned around and glanced at the whole class. He still had that nonchalant expression, as if he was not the one who had just violently beaten someone up. He said very calmly: "In the monthly exam at the end of the month, I hope that your total scores will improve. The person with the least improvement in score..." He paused, and a cool smile appeared on his thin lips: "I'll come find you."
Everyone in Class 9: "???!!!"
Fuck you!!! Why???
It’s poisonous!!!
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