Chapter 98: To the Uyghur Party (1)
Yang Jiajia!
"Do you have a racing fan club in school?" Wei Sheng suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Shao Bingran.
As mentioned earlier, Wei Sheng likes racing because of Shao Bingran.
Shao Bingran loved racing very much when he was in junior high school.
Of course, students can’t afford or see real racing cars. She just sees Shao Bingran looking through racing magazines every day, buying countless racing models and even buying many cartoon discs about racing cars.
The City No. 1 Middle School is characterized by educational scientific research, and has been forming a consortium with the Educational Science Research Institute of Beijing Normal University. Its advanced level is far more advanced than other middle schools in the same province. Students in the school can voluntarily organize organizations.
Shao Bingran is a very famous figure in No. 1 High School. Unlike Cui Xian, who was transferred later, his family background was known to the students as early as when he enrolled. In addition, his excellent grades and excellent appearance are very low-key. difficult.
Therefore, Shao Bingran set up a racing fan club in the school as it should be. Members share video and magazines, and I heard that they also hold regular events.
Yang Jiajia is a member of the club. Of course, like most girls who can enter the club, she goes for the handsome guys.
Wei Sheng had an inferiority complex and yearning, but also brazenly declared Shao Bingran's club, but because she didn't know anything about racing or even entered the pediatric interview, she was eliminated.
But because of this, I got to know Yang Jiajia, who has a straightforward personality.
During middle school, the two were not close friends because they were not friends in the same class, especially since her grades have always been in the upper middle and upper reaches of City No. 1 middle and upper reaches, it is difficult to overlap with Wei Sheng.
Later, it was because Yang Jiajia’s father’s hotel went bankrupt and faced bankruptcy, which led to her academic decline and failure in the high school entrance examination, she was admitted to a third-rate high school in Chaonan City together with herself, and then went to the same university.
It's ridiculous to think about it now. With Cui Xian's family background and grades, how could he be admitted to a high school and university with himself? And she never thought about this problem, or did she never dare to think about it?
He raised his eyes and looked at Shao Bingran in front of him. Wei Sheng remembered that he loved racing, and he stubbornly began to study after his application to enter Shao Bingran's club was unsuccessful.
Moreover, there is no saying that people always imitate the people they like unconsciously. What Wei Sheng didn't expect was that he would turn the preference of imitating into his own livelihood.
Turning to look at Yang Jiajia, who is having fun with her classmates at the other end of the swimming pool.
Wei Sheng remembered Yang Jiajia who was still helping her to look after her mother in that world...
She actually forgot about her.
It’s no wonder that Yang Jiajia’s second grade class two is on the second floor of the teaching building, while Wei Sheng’s class five is on the third floor. In addition, she spends most of her off-class time studying difficulty papers and various question types in the classroom. After school, I usually went straight to the factory and never met her.
More importantly, when he arrived in Chaonan City, Weisheng has been preparing for mobile phone research and development and preparing to meet the price drop of plastics, solving the bad luck that his father will face. At the same time, he often talks with Yang Jiajia from another world to ask about his mother's situation. Forget that there is Yang Jiajia beside him.
"Do you want to join?"
"Huh?" Wei Sheng, who was looking at Yang Jiajia in a trance, did not react.
"Do you want to join? Racing Club." Shao Bingran asked again with a smile.
Wei Sheng was startled, then smiled, "Can I?"
Shao Bingran smiled embarrassedly, "It means that everyone gathers together to talk about racing, and occasionally meet for a meal together, you are not afraid of being bored."
Although Shao Bingran thinks so, but because the club’s reputation is relatively trendy and Shao Bingran is in charge, many students, especially girls, want to join in, so the students who are audited by the club are not as relaxed as him, on the contrary. The nature of some fox fake Huwei stores to bully customers has created a fairly formal interview process to raise the threshold.
Wei Sheng smiled and nodded, "I haven't reported to the club anyway, thank you for the Eight Kings Temple." As he said, he shook the soda in his hand and walked towards the other end of the pool.
Shao Bingran smiled and asked, "Then I turned around and you reported it to you?"
"it is good."
This scene was seen by many classmates, and they all found it strange. This Wei Sheng, who was so popular during the school celebration, did he even talk to her in the third year of Shao Bingran?
Because this is the time for students to change clothes and classes have not yet officially started, they are all playing scattered. Students like Wei Sheng who shouldn't swim in the water play on the shore, and some students from good backgrounds who are regular visitors to the swimming pool have demonstrated their expertise and won the envy of the students.
Yang Jiajia sat on the shore chatting and laughing with a few other girls. She was wearing a water-blue one-piece swimsuit with swimming goggles hanging in front of her. She was in good shape. Although she was not an eye-catching beauty, she was also A beautiful lady.
At this moment, Yang Jiajia walked next to a girl who was about the same skinny as Wei Sheng. She wore two croissants and sat beside Yang Jiajia quite beautifully. She said to everyone, "Have you heard that? My uncle told me yesterday that the school will open an elite management class, every Saturday for children who have a business at home with management courses."
Yang Jiajia widened her eyes with interest, "Really? That's great, I want to be a hotel with my dad in the future, so I can learn management at school first."
The thin girl shrugged and sneered, "I heard that all of them must be big companies. Although your father's hotel is not bad in the south, it may not even reach the threshold of the elite class."
Yang Jiajia didn't seem to care about the contemptuousness in her tone, and smiled as usual, "I will apply to the teacher before that, if I can get in."
The thin girl shrugged and did not answer any more.
At this moment, a figure sat down beside Yang Jiajia, "You can report it, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t report. In fact, the school is mainly planning to attract some entrepreneurs’ children to raise funds in the future. thing."
Hearing this lazy voice, Yang Jiajia turned around and smiled in surprise, "Are you Wei Sheng?"
Wei Sheng looked at her and smiled, "Do you know me?"
"Puff! Who doesn't know you now, present a song to Wei Sheng, who is a boy in the school. Just kidding, hello! My name is Yang Jiajia!" She reached out to Wei Sheng.
Wei Sheng also stretched out his small hand, with a warm smile on his face. Seeing Yang Jiajia again, I really have a long-lost intimacy.
This friendship penetrated time, spanning more than ten years of space, and Wei Sheng held her hand again.
The skinny girl sneered coldly, "Can't learn anything too real? Stop teasing, I think if you can go in, let's talk about it. Don't eat grapes that are too sour."
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