Chapter 14 Helper

An hour later, when Wang Jianchen, who was dirty and hungry, came out of the academic affairs office, his face was extremely gray.

His highly myopic eyes narrowed blankly and looked around blankly, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He had to hang his head and walk in the direction of the canteen, trying to find his glasses again, although he knew that his glasses were likely to have been crushed.

"Bss."

When Wang Jianchen lowered his head and walked near the canteen, a smiling voice suddenly sounded.

After hearing this nickname that few people called, Wang Jianchen rolled his eyes and asked hesitantly, "Fan Fei?"

Fan Fei and Wang Jianchen went to the city and provincial capital several times to participate in subject competitions together, so they are very familiar with each other. In terms of Mathematical Olympiad, Fan Fei's characteristic is that as long as he has seen the question types, he can basically make it, which is already very awesome, but Wang Jianchen can even do the question types he has never seen before, so he was nicknamed "bbe" by Fan Fei.

"It's me. I picked up the glasses for you." Fan Fei stuffed the glasses into Wang Jianchen's hand.

"Thank you." Wang Jianchen stroked the lost glasses gratefully, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Wait." Seeing that Wang Jianchen was about to put on his glasses, Fan Fei suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Wang Jianchen touched the glasses with his hand again and found that although the lenses were cracked, at least they could be used temporarily.

"Put on your glasses, you can see the world with your naked eyes. Without glasses, you can force yourself to observe the world with your heart. Fan Fei said meaningfully.

Wang Jianchen was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think you are playing Journey to the West?"

"Haven't you figured out who was targeting you just now? You are such a nerd!" Fan Fei also smiled bitterly and said, "When solving the problem, my thinking is so flexible, but when I encounter this kind of thing, I am so inexpluent!"

"For me? Isn't it just that Zhang Yang was hit by me?" Wang Jianchen asked doubtfully, "As for the one who hit me behind my back, he must have come to watch the fun. Unfortunately, I didn't find out who he was..."

Fan Fei immediately learned that Zhang Yang was the flat-headed student who first clashed with Wang Jianchen. He was not tall and was a student of Class One (Four) of Senior High School. There are many people in the student canteen of No. 1 Middle School in Wuzhao County, and the folk customs are relatively fierce. It is easy to cause fights because of things such as squeezing rice and splashing soup. Wang Jianchen has also witnessed it many times, so he didn't think much about it this time.

"Did you hit Zhang Yang, or did Zhang Yang hit you? Besides, who said that he was not with Zhang Yang when he pushed behind you? Fan Fei shook his head and reminded him helplessly.

"Bitter meat trick?" Wang Jianchen thought for a long time before he finally understood.

"Yes, the key is what this bitter plan wants to achieve." Fan Fei smiled bitterly and said, "You really can't tell the senior high school students who bullied the first year of high school this time. What did the people in the Academic Affairs Office say? Write a check?"

"Director Fei and I are familiar with each other. He said that he also wants to help me, but this matter has a great and bad impact. At least the whole school has to report the criticism. He said that this is called not wrapping fire in paper." Wang Jianchen said in frustration.

"Director Fei, it's him again..." Fan Fei nodded and sighed.

"Aw?" Wang Jianchen finally put on his glasses and looked at Fan Fei doubtfully, with a pair of eyes wide open.

"Come on, I'll treat you to a meal, fill your stomach first, and then analyze it with you." Fan Fei took Wang Jianchen's shoulder, bypassed the red wall of the canteen, and walked outside the school gate.

After the two whispered for a long time, Fan Fei suddenly asked, "I heard you last time that your uncle was in the Municipal Public Security Bureau, right?"

"Yes...what's wrong?" Wang Jianchen hesitated for a moment and still replied.

Fan Fei smiled and said leisurely, "It's up to your uncle to get out of this anger if you can help you uphold justice."

Wang Jianchen pondered for a long time before he nodded fiercely and said, "I understand what you mean. I'll call him and tell him."

"No hurry, let's discuss it slowly." Fan Fei patted Wang Jianchen on the shoulder and smiled.

He is also a fallen man in the world. Fan Fei has the first reliable ally and the first helper.

His revenge also began to kick off.

He fulfilled his promise to Luo Qiu today, so that they could get what they wanted, but also saved himself and the restaurant. However, this does not mean that he will drop his teeth and swallow it. If possible, he is still willing to make some waves.

For the first time in his life, he began to think about the words "kill people with a knife".

............

When the bell after class rang in the afternoon, He Qingmei quickly walked into the classroom and announced two things.

"The first thing is about Fan Fei. After careful research, the Academic Affairs Office believes that Fan Fei can work and study hard, actively reduce the burden on the family and school, and still has a certain enthusiasm, so there is no need to write a self-criticism, and there is no need to come for evening self-study and morning self-study in the future. He Qingmei said with a straight face.

"Wow..."

More than 50 students in the class exclaimed, and then looked at Fan Fei with envy.

I don't know how many senior high school students dream of not to do morning self-study and evening self-study, but why does Fan Fei enjoy such a cool treatment?

"Mr. He, I also want to work. Oh, no, it's work-study." Gu Hao shouted strangely.

"Mr. He, I'm also going to apply. My home is too far away. It's not safe to go home for self-study at night!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and many students came up with various reasons to compare.

"If you want to apply for work-study, the school does not object, but the Academic Affairs Office has put forward three conditions. If you can meet them at the same time, you can apply." He Qingmei seemed to have expected this scene and said calmly, "First, the grades can enter the top five in the whole grade. Second, the family is really difficult and has not received a scholarship. Third, ask Principal Fang to sign a special approval."

As soon as these three conditions were said, the classroom was suddenly silent, and after a long time, there was a sudden "squeak" gasping sound. And it was particularly painful to think of his self-criticism book that he didn't need to write on his behalf.

"If everyone is fine, I will announce the second thing." He Qingmei looked around at these little students and said with a smile, "Considering that we haven't changed seats for half a year, our class will adjust the seats of some students today. It's fate to get to know each other. I hope that in the next six months, the new deskmates can promote each other in learning, care about each other in life, and put a perfect end to their high school career.

After that, He Qingmei adjusted the seats of ten students, including the transfer of Fan Fei to the fourth row, the same table with Ding Shichen, and the transfer of Gu Hao to Fan Fei's original seat.

Seeing that Gu Hao, who had always had poor grades, sat next to him, Ren Ping was immediately dumbfounded. For him, who "if he wants to do well in the exam, he relies on his eyes", Fan Fei's departure was like a bolt from the blue.

And Ding Shichen was also a little surprised, and his face turned slightly red.

"Shi Chen, you are a study committee member. Look at this guy!" He Qingmei had to walk to Ding Shichen's seat and pointed to Fan Fei and said, "If Fan Fei is late and leaving early in the future, I'll ask you."

"Oh..." Ding Shichen lowered his head and answered with some depression.

There was a meaningful whisper and laughter in the classroom.

When He Qingmei went to arrange seats for other students, Ding Shichen finally summoned up his courage to raise his head and peeked left and right. Seeing that no one was staring at him anymore, he quickly asked in a low voice, "Fan Fei, what's going on today?"

"Didn't you see it with your own eyes and ask me why?" Fan Fei said with a simple smile on his face.

"Just pretend! Wait for me after school and make things clear!" Ding Shichen said helplessly.

Fan Fei suddenly smiled ambiguously.

"What are you laughing at?" Ding Shichen couldn't help staring at Fan Fei.

"Now I understand why Mr. He asked me to change my seat and why he asked you to look at me..." In Fan Fei's words, the word "close" was particularly long, so it seemed particularly meaningful, as if He Qingmei had let Ding Shichen keep a close look at her husband.

Ding Shichen's face turned red again. After thinking about it, he showed an equally meaningful smile, which seemed a little unpredictable, which made Fan Fei a little confused.

However, with this joke, at least Ding Shichen's attention was diverted. He did not ask Fan Fei about what happened today, or even mentioned the meeting alone after school, which made Fan Fei more or less relieved.

He really doesn't want more people to be involved in this incident. After all, this is a risky thing.

............

"Brother Long, help me look for a second-hand motorcycle. If you want one in better condition, the price is about 800 yuan."

After Fan Fei returned to the Longfeng Restaurant with his schoolbag, he helped with the work and took time to talk to Han Long.

"What are you going to do?" Han Long frowned and asked.

"It's getting cold today, and the business of the night snack stall is almost the same. I want to go for a motorcycle after a while." Fan Fei said with a smile.

In the past few days, Fan Fei paid attention to the business of the motorcycle drivers and found that it was quite prosperous. Especially after installing a sunshade with a rain shielding function, it became even more prosperous. Whether it is the scorching sun or heavy rain, it can not delay the business. It is simply a small taxi. There are very few taxis in the county, and they basically run long distances. There is only one bus, which is far less convenient than walking on the streets and alleys. Moreover, motorcycles are also cheaper. You can start for three yuan. Therefore, in addition to the bus from Luojia Village to Chenjia Village, motorcycles are the main means of transportation for residents, traffic police. Except for the period of centralized rectification, it is basically ignored.

There are many motorcycle drivers in the county. They run diligently and can earn 1,000 to 2,000 yuan a month, which is also good in the county. The disadvantage is that if there is a car accident, all their previous efforts will be wasted. If you break a passenger's leg or something, you have to lose all your income for a year. If something big happens, you may have to lose it in your life.

Han Long likes to drink. When he is slightly drunk, he likes to drive his old Haojue 125 motorcycle to the suburbs for a ride. He often pulls Fan Fei, which makes Fan Fei worried. So he took the initiative to learn to drive a motorcycle from Han Long. After learning for a few months, he will be very proficient. In the future, as long as Han Long is drunk, Fan Fei will take the motorcycle early. I got the car key...

The annual night snack stall business is almost over at the end of September, so Fan Fei is equivalent to temporarily losing his job. In the past two years, he has been tutoring some primary school students intermittently. However, although Fan Fei's grades are better, parents always feel that he is too young, and even he has not graduated from high school, so they are not worried. After hiring him for a period of time, he will be smart. Fan Fei hasn't received a tutor this year, so he is looking at the foreign express industry. He wants to use the evening time to run and make more money.

He wanted to buy Han Long's car, but he gave up after thinking about it. Because every morning when he went to the back mountain to practice, Han Long always asked Fan Fei to run halfway up the mountain first, and then drove his motorcycle to the mountain. The mountain road is pitted and difficult to walk. After two years of tossing around, Han Long's motorcycle is close to scrapping. It is often used for repair, and the motorcycle is obviously out of place, so Fan Fei is going to buy another one.

"Running motorcycle?" Han Long pondered for a while, and then choked Fan Fei to death in one sentence, "You may have this skill, but do you have a driver's license?"