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Volume 17 The continuation of Rourou¡¯s singing and dancing 1996.8.- Chapter 594 Conspiracy

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    Three or four days later, the punishment was finally handed down, and both Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew became celebrities in the school.  Through the joint efforts of Jiang Yachun and Teacher Liang, all the students in Class 2.1 were given a warning, and no one received a major demerit.  As for Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew, they acted in a righteous manner, but their actions were too heavy-handed and their merits were not worth the effort. They were given warnings.

    Ye Bihuang breathed a sigh of relief knowing that this was the punishment from the school. As long as it was not a demerit, there was nothing to worry about.  At most, a warning is just a note placed in the portfolio. After a few months or a year, the note will be removed. In fact, the warning is to intimidate students.  In fact, demerits are not a big deal. Generally speaking, when students graduate, schools allow students to write their own student status. Firstly, it reduces the burden on teachers, and secondly, it does not write anything in the student files.  A bad record will have little impact on a student's future future.

    So, except for the punishment of expulsion, Ye Bihuang felt that he could ignore all punishments.

    Just two words, don¡¯t be afraid!

    And Yang Ziming¡¯s group is still lying in the hospital. Except for Yang Ziming, everyone else has been expelled from the school.  The reason why Yang Ziming was not expelled was because he had an uncle who was the dean of students. He heard that Director Ma often interceded with the principal for his nephew, so he was placed on probation.

    But regardless of whether they are on probation or not, this group of people will not be seen in the short term. They were beaten so badly by the students of Xiongqi's Class 2.1 that they will not be able to stand up in the short term, let alone come to school.

    Ye Bihuang has been having a great time these days, as if he has returned to his junior high school days, with boys and girls pointing at him wherever he goes.  Most boys have jealous, envious, and adoring looks in their eyes.  In the eyes of girls, most of them have a look of admiration, admiration and liking.

    This feeling is very strange. Ye Bihuang does not want to be pointed at, but he enjoys the looks of those girls looking at him.

    September 10th, Teachers¡¯ Day.

    Everyone on earth knows that this holiday is a teacher¡¯s holiday, but as usual, there will be no holiday.  Of course, there will be no shortage of benefits. Every holiday, students will buy gifts for their teachers.  The cadres of the Grade 1.11 class gathered together and decided to raise funds to buy gifts for the teachers.

    As soon as this proposal came out, everyone naturally responded. Of course, with the response, there were naturally opposing voices.  After all, this is a job that requires everyone to pay, and some people are not happy about it.  The main reason is that the students in this class have just been put together. We are not familiar with each other yet, and we have not accumulated much relationship with the teacher.

    The progress of the activities in the class is stuck in the hands of these people. It doesn't matter whether the class leader Liang Chao accepts money or not.

    During an embarrassing period, Ye Bihuang casually took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and put it in Liang Chao's hand.

    "It's not easy for students to have pocket money on weekdays. It's better not to take their money. You can use the money to buy something for the teachers and express your feelings."

    There are a total of sixty people in the 1.11 class of high school. Each person raised ten yuan, which is only six hundred.

    Ye Bihuang suddenly took out a thousand yuan, which definitely shocked the whole class. Of course, those who didn't want to pay were naturally happy and cheered loudly.

    However, in their eyes, Ye Bihuang's behavior was just pretending.  A student, with so much money in his pocket, pretending to be a rich second generation!  This is not how to pretend to be 13!

    Ye Bihuang naturally doesn't care about their opinions. They are the typical sour grapes. The more you pay attention to such people, the more they will harass you. The best way is to bite you. Don't bite back, otherwise you will end up in the end.  There is a hair in his mouth.

    Liang Chao looked embarrassed: "Classmate Ye Bihuang, you are also a student. It is not good to spend so much money at once. Your family will definitely not be willing to do it. You should take it back and I will find a way to raise funds."

    Ye Bihuang smiled and said: "It's okay. Actually, this is because I bought some lottery tickets two days ago and won some money. Since there is a need in the class now, I will contribute, so that you are good, I am good, everyone  "

    Hearing what Ye Bihuang said, many people curled their lips - pretending to be 13 again, pretending to be 13 when seeing others!

    ???????????????????? But this 13-pack is very fashionable, and it costs thousands of dollars

    Liang Chao said: "This you didn't discuss winning the lottery with your family?"

    Ye Bihuang pushed his hand and walked directly to the audience: "Squad leader, these are all men's, don't make ink marks. We are all students, and they all take money from their families. No wonder it's not easy. My money is blown by the strong wind."  It¡¯s very relaxing to come here, and I¡¯m happy to contribute to the class, right?¡±

    Seeing that Ye Bihuang was so determined, Liang Chao said loudly: "Well, if that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders."On behalf of the whole class, thank you!  "After Ye Bihuang heard this, his feet slipped and he almost sat on the ground. How could Liang Chao's words be the same as those of later generations of Grandpa Bi? The taste was really the same as those of my eight generations of ancestors.

    Liang Chao was very happy with one thousand yuan in his hand. If he had to raise money, it would only be more than six hundred yuan.  There are so many teachers, and they can¡¯t buy anything good.  Now that Ye Bihuang has given one thousand at once, there is a lot of room for choosing gifts. We need to make a careful calculation of what gifts we should buy for the teacher.

    As soon as Ye Bihuang sat down, Lee Kuan Yew gave him a thumbs up.

    Ye Bihuang rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

    Lee Kuan Yew said: "Nice 13! Brother Huang, you pretended to be 13 and you were so impressive. You silenced the whole class. Not only did you show off your identity as a rich second generation, will all these girls be like moths in the future?"  Jumping on you like fire?"

    Ye Bihuang slapped his hand aside: "You're a bastard! What a rich second generation. My family is very clean, and you don't know that my family is still living in a shanty town!" As he spoke, Ye Bihuang remembered that his family  We should make preparations in the past few days. It's time to move. We also need to make preparations for the supermarket. We will be in a hurry when the time comes.

    Lee Kuan Yew chuckled, with an ambiguous expression on his face: "Just you? Brother Huang, I'm not telling you, the fleet we sail is too big, be careful of collision, Shana, Lan Muxi, Su Wen, Xiao Qiuruo  .Holy shit, you are so awesome, everything you go through is a mess, there is not a school belle that you can¡¯t get rid of"

    Ye Bihuang grinned and said to Lee Kuan Yew: "Turn your head and I will whisper to you. There are more."

    Lee Kuan Yew turned his head when he saw Ye Bihuang was looking mysterious.

    Ye Bihuang laughed and said, "The beauty of our school, An Bi, has also been booked by meyou know!"

    When Lee Kuan Yew heard the news, he trembled all over. The table behind him was bumped by him. The boy in the back seat suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Lee Kuan Yew, you don't want people to do their homework anymore. You hit me and scratched my notebook."  It¡¯s a rotten page!¡±

    Lee Kuan Yew was not an unreasonable person, so he quickly apologized. Seeing that Lee Kuan Yew was so amiable, the man was not angry and just told him to be more careful in the future.

    "Wow! Brother Huang, aren't you? You are really planning to sweep across the campus. At least you can leave some soup for me Strong people like you are always a blessing to everyone. I'm sorry for my little brother.  No girl likes you at all, oh oh oh oh."

    Ye Bihuang chuckled and said: "You guy, didn't you say that football is your wifeWhy, are you feeling springy now?"

    "Fuck you, hurry up and introduce me to someone!" Lee Kuan Yew said with a salivating expression on his face.

    Seeing that his saliva was almost dripping, Ye Bihuang quickly pushed his head away and said, "Don't ask me, everyone around me is my food. Go find Zhang Fenghui, that one suits you very well."

    "Damn, that fat girlisn't it?" Lee Kuan Yew said with a collapsed look on his face.

    ?????????????????????

    In the following time, Lee Kuan Yew always had a bitter look on his face. He was obviously dissatisfied with the fact that his elder brother, Ye Bihuang, did not take care of him. However, he had to rely on himself. Even if Ye Bihuang had the will, he was powerless and it still had to depend on his own destiny.

    After class, Lee Kuan Yew went out to pee and came back, his face filled with joy again.

    "I'll gothis guy is really incompetent and optimist. I'm worried for nothing." Now Ye Bihuang was depressed.

    At this time, all the class cadres in the class gathered together to discuss what gifts to buy for the teachers of each subject. Ye Bihuang was not willing to get involved. It was only a thousand yuan. With so many teachers, what could they buy?  Even if you buy it back, it is not a good thing, and there is no need to discuss it at all.

    "Let the so-called class cadres and leaders go to work. I will take a nap first."

    Ye Bihuang was lying on the table, getting ready to sleep, when Lee Kuan Yew tapped him on the shoulder.

    "Brother Huang, Teacher's Day is coming soon. The class cadres are trying to find ways to give gifts to the teachers. I also have a good idea to give the teachers a unique gift. Do you want to participate together?"

    Looking at Lee Kuan Yew¡¯s wretched appearance, Ye Bihuang wanted to see what ideas this guy was going to come up with and what original gifts he was going to give the teacher.

    Lee Kuan Yew said: "I called two classmates, a total of four people, and we used our mobile phones to send text messages to the teacher, Happy Holidays. The four of us split up the four words and wrote them. The teacher will definitely be very happy when he sees these four text messages in order.  of."

    Ye Bihuang touched his nose: "Is this what you call a novel method? It's too clich¨¦."

    Lee Kuan Yew shook his head and said: "It's not clich¨¦, it's not clich¨¦. I guarantee that our teacher Jiang has never received this"??'s gift, let's do this, I temporarily recruit two people to form a group of four with us.  "

    Ye Bihuang did not stop him, but Lee Kuan Yew had already put his hands on the shoulders of the two girls: "Song Ling, Zhang Mengmeng" Lee Kuan Yew told the two of them his thoughts, and their eyes lit up.  , nodded in agreement.

    Ye Bihuang saw that the matter had reached this point and could not be undone, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

    Lee Kuan Yew said: "Let's do this, if I happen, Brother Huang, you pronounce the second word, Song Ling, you say the third, Zhang Mengmeng, you say the fourth"

    Ye Bihuang thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he said: "Then let's send text messages in order. Remember, in order."

    Lee Kuan Yew took out his mobile phone and sent a text message. A ding-dong sound sounded. He also showed his mobile phone to everyone to see, proving that the text message had been sent successfully.

    Ye Bihuang quickly typed the word "ÈÕ" on his phone and sent it to Jiang Yachun.

    ??Then there are Song Ling and Zhang Mengmeng.

    "Okay, I'm going to bed, don't disturb me." After saying that, Ye Bihuang lay on the table and said nothing.

    But he didn¡¯t see the strange and unpredictable expressions of Song Ling, Zhang Mengmeng and Lee Kuan Yew.

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