The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

The two-day holiday passed in a blink of an eye, and Ruan Qingqing returned to school on the afternoon of the National Day.

At first, I thought that she would be cruel if she cut her hair short, but I didn't expect that the roommates became more cruel and shorter, and Ding Xiaobai was the most ruthless.

Directly cut the head of a male and female boy.

This time back to school, Ruan Qingqing brought the easel with her, and when she learned that Ruan Qingqing was going to take the art exam, the roommates talked about it, and then read and studied.

On the way to the cafeteria for dinner in the evening, Ruan gently took out the prepared envelope and handed it to Ding Xiaobai.

"Hey, Mr. Ding, this month's tuition."

Ding Xiaobai took the envelope and was a little surprised to see the meal tickets inside, "So many?"

That's more than double the amount from last month.

Ruan smiled shyly and said, "It's what my dad meant. He knew you took me to study and wanted to thank you. He said that if I really pass the exam, I will give you a big red envelope."

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobai was no longer polite, and asked about Ruan Qingqing's art exam.

"Are you planning to take the art exam because you think you have little chance of winning the college entrance examination?"

"No, I want to learn fashion design myself."

Ding Xiaobai nodded, "The art test doesn't require so much culture. As long as you can pass the professional test, you are basically stable. How many years have you studied painting?"

These words made Ruan Qingqing extremely guilty, "What if I say it's been less than two months?"

Ding Xiaobai was silent.

Ruan Weiwei panicked, "Xiaobai, do you think I'm not good enough?"

Ding Xiaobai sighed, "As far as I know, most candidates started to learn painting from the first year of high school, and some even started to learn painting from elementary school. Compared with them, your chances of winning are really low, but you don't have to be discouraged, no Who knows the result at the last moment? Take a step back and say, if it doesn’t work this year, we’ll continue next year.”

Looking at Ding Xiaobai's high-spirited face, Ruan Qingqing was not ashamed to say that if she failed the exam tomorrow, she might not repeat the exam.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time, maybe next year her thinking will be different from now.

The courses in the third year of senior high school are already tightly scheduled, from 7:10 am to [-]:[-] pm, there is only one hour free at noon and evening.However, there will be a half-day holiday every Sunday afternoon. Although it is a holiday, you cannot leave school, but parents can come in. Many students from rural areas and poor families, their parents will send them meals for the next week on this day. It’s rice and pickles, and there are also pre-cooked dishes, but due to the weather, they can’t be stored for a long time. They have to be eaten in two days at most, and then they can only eat pickles, and then they have to wait until Sunday to deliver fresh dishes at home. , again and again.

There is not much time left until the initial art test in December. In order to help Ruan Qingqing improve her painting skills, Xu Jingmei agreed to come to the school every Sunday afternoon to teach her an hour.

Class needs a place, Ruan Qingqing went to the class teacher to explain the situation, and wanted to borrow the school's sports equipment room. Although the class teacher agreed, he was quite critical of Ruan Qing's learning to paint.

"Ruan Qingqing, your student status is not in the No. [-] Middle School. Whether you can pass the exam next year will not affect me or the No. [-] Middle School. But as your class teacher, I still have to say what I have to say. Instead of thinking about how to take shortcuts, it's better to be down-to-earth. Put in the hard work to improve your grades, and take the entrance examination for a teacher college or technical secondary school next year."

"Teacher, I really like fashion design..."

But before Ruan Qingqing finished explaining, the head teacher interrupted impatiently, "It's alright, alright, you don't have to tell me these things, I've said everything I want to say, it's up to you whether you listen or not, go out."

Being affected by the head teacher's prejudice, Ruan Qingqing couldn't get into the mood during the painting class, and was severely criticized by Xu Jingmei, which made Ruan Weiqing so depressed that she returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed motionless.

Fortunately, after knowing what happened to her, the roommates comforted her one after another.

But there are also some roommates who focus on other things, "Qing Qing, so you came to No. [-] Middle School to borrow?"

Ruan Qingqing didn't hide the fact that she was a scumbag, "I didn't get enough scores in the college entrance examination, so the No. [-] Middle School didn't accept my student status, they only let me borrow it."

"It's nothing to borrow. There are several borrowers in our class." Another roommate said comfortingly.

"You have to pay the borrowing fee. It seems quite expensive. Gentleman, how much did you pay?"

Including Ruan Dahai's expenses for treating guests to dinner, it was almost [-], but Ruan Qingqing didn't want to tell her roommate.

"I don't know. My dad didn't let me ask these questions. He just asked me to study hard and said that as long as I passed the exam, it would be the best reward for him."

"Your father is quite right. You will have to work harder in the future. If you fail the exam, it will be a waste of so much tuition."

"Ah."

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In the office, Ruan Dahai read carefully the sales report handed in by the Finance Department, and greeted Jiang Chen and Zhang Chunxi who were standing in the office with a smile.

"Stop standing, sit, sit down and talk."

"Thank you Uncle Hai."

Jiang Chen said thank you, but his body was still standing upright, just like the poplar trees on the side of the road.

Seeing Jiang Chen not sitting down, Zhang Chunxi stood along with him.

Ruan Dahai got up and walked out of the desk, and patted the shoulders of both of them with a smile on his face, "I have read the report, and the overall sales performance of the two of you is very good, and the garment factory needs talents like you very much. I'm a salesman in the garment factory, and the trial period is one month, how about it?"

"it is good."

Walking out of the gate of the garment factory, Zhang Chunxi waved the employee card in his hand and smiled at Jiang Chen, "Does this mean we have secured jobs?"

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes at him, "An iron rice bowl counts as a beg, and a golden rice bowl is what counts as your ability."

"Okay, when I earn money, I'll fight two, no, six golden rice bowls, you, sister Yao, empress, sister and her old man, each holding one."

Jiang Chen punched him, "I know how to brag, let's go."

"Where?"

"Find business."

Looking at the black signboard of "Seventh Middle School", Zhang Chunxi turned his head to look at Jiang Chen beside him, "Didn't you say you are looking for business? Are you looking for someone or business?"

"Can't you find both?"

"..."

Okay, you are handsome and you have the final say.

Although the access control of No. [-] Middle School is strict, the two of them have employee IDs in their hands, and Zhang Chunxi is quick-spoken, handing cigarettes and flattering, so the guards at the gate not only let them in, but also kindly reminded them of the two. Who should one look for.

It was the time of class, and there were no people in the school, but the location of the teaching building could be distinguished from the sound of reading aloud and the sound of the teacher lecturing.

Stepping into a high school campus for the first time, and it is an old prestigious school, Zhang Chunxi couldn't hide his excitement and curiosity.

"Mice, which classroom do you think my sister is in?"

Jiang Chen turned to look at him, "Don't call me a mouse from now on."

"If you don't call it a mouse, what are you calling it?"

"Call brother."

"Brother Mouse."

"Climb for me!"

The playfulness of the two attracted the sideways glance of a male teacher passing by, "What are you two doing?"

Jiang Chen immediately regained his composure and introduced his identity to the other party.

Knowing that the two were salesmen in the garment factory, the male teacher frowned slightly and pointed the way for them.

"Go to the administration department to find Lao Zhang, don't stay here, it will affect the class."

The two thanked and apologized. The male teacher saw that the two had a good attitude and left without saying anything.

The two found the office of the administration department and met Director Zhang who was in charge of purchasing.

Director Zhang saw that the two were young, so he wanted to send them away with a few words. It wasn't until Jiang Chen took out a newspaper clipping book that aroused his interest.