The strongest way to be narcissistic

There are a few days until the end of the high school entrance examination.

Song Ange basically dozed off during the English test. Before handing in the paper, he scribbled on a few multiple-choice questions, and immediately walked out of the test room briskly. In this way, he declared that his three years in high school had officially come to a seemingly perfect end at this moment. .

Song Ange stayed at home for five full days, and Song Cheng had an accident on the morning of the second day of his birthday. In addition, he didn't know how to pay attention, and the wound has not fully healed yet.

Because the injured part is on the hands and knees, which require frequent activities, there are many things he can do better not to do, so as his son, Song Ange stayed at home for the past few days to take care of him.

This directly disrupted Song Ange's plan to go to Lancheng after the college entrance examination.

Before the college entrance examination, he made an appointment with a few people to go together, and now they walked with their luggage for two days, while he was still staying in this crappy place of Longkou Street, taking care of the trash Song Cheng who he didn't like.

"Meow~" Gu Gu jumped onto Song Ange's chest, rubbing his head against his neck.

Compared with the skinny appearance, the little guy has grown some flesh, and he is full of energy, meowing around Song Ange all day long.

Song Ange picked up the bone and sat up straight, put it on the crumpled quilt, his eyes fell on the neatly folded clothes on the clean desk, and then he remembered why he always felt that there was something he didn't do in a short time .

It was agreed to return the clothes to that Qiao Peicheng, but he has not had time to return it until now.

Thinking about it, why don't you pay it back?

Otherwise, these more than [-] things are placed in his poor room, no matter how you look at it, it is not pleasing to the eye.

Song Ange took out her mobile phone and was about to call, when she realized that her mobile phone had stopped at some point.

He was really afraid of what would happen. After paying this month's rent, water and electricity bills, and excluding the daily expenses, he is now in a tight financial situation, and the phone bill is now one of his non-essential expenses.

He now needs to go out and find a job to solve the urgent need.

Song Ange was lying on the edge of the window, scratching the rough cement surface with her fingertips, seriously thinking about what kind of job she was looking for that could make money and not take too much time.

He needs to take care of Song Cheng, so he can't find a job for too long.

In the past, because I didn’t have much class time, I was doing short-term jobs, so I didn’t earn much. Now that I graduated, I can double it, right?

Song Ange began to have unrealistic fantasies about finding a decent job.

"Isn't this Miss Jiang? I haven't seen you in half a year, and you've become much prettier."

Diao Erlang's local jokes floated into Song Ange's ears from outside the building. He could see three or four men riding electric motorcycles not far away from the window of the room. The hair girl spoke up.

Not very far away, when Song Ange looked at the girl's back, she immediately recognized who she was.

Crazy woman Jiang Tong.

A girl he kind of likes.

It might be that Song Ange's eyes were too hot, the girl turned her head and looked over in response, and when she saw Song Ange's protruding head, she clearly recognized him, and then smiled at him.

Different from the gentle smile with no ups and downs for others, this smile is brilliant, at least for Song Ange, this smile is unique.

Song Ange's first reaction was not to say hello, but to quickly shrink his head to avoid the other party's sight. He turned his body down, buried his face in the pillow and hummed softly, his ears were all red.

Facing the head that suddenly disappeared, Jiang Tong raised an eyebrow with a broken smile.

The stinky boy is not shy, is he?

"Jiang Tong, what am I talking to you? Don't start to look down on those of us who are poor because you got a lot of money after going to college? Aren't you also a native of Longkou Street, and you're starting to forget your roots?"

These little hooligans didn't get a response from Jiang Tong, they spoke maliciously, and looked at each other and smiled after speaking, as if they wanted to embarrass Jiang Tong.

"It's good to know that you don't like it." Jiang Tong raised his lips at these people, without anger in his eyes.

Jiang Tong's smile is really good-looking, and the little ruffians on the opposite side are breathless, and Jiang Tong's voice is also gentle and soft, like a feather scratching people's itches.

It's a pity that the content of the answer is very unpleasant.

These few people were about to take advantage of the problem, and by the way, a well-known person surnamed Song in Longkou Street was walking over with a pair of flip flops, hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at them with a half-smile.

"What's wrong with you?"

Song Ange finished being shy on the bed by herself, and immediately rushed down to clean up these annoying things for the crazy woman.

Jiang Tong is the person Song Ange is covering, and this is something that everyone knows. After all, Song Ange used to fight to the death for Jiang Tong.

"It's okay, just to catch up on the old days. It won't be a long time. Let's talk about it." These people immediately scared Song Ange when they saw Song Ange. Most of the gangsters in Longkou Street didn't want to provoke the ruthless Song Ange.

"Smelly boy, no one dares to provoke you in this area now, right?" Jiang Tong changed her gentle pretense when the unrelated people walked away, and raised her hand to give Song Ange a slap on the chest, which was theirs way of greeting.

Ever since she completely ruined her image in front of Song Ange on the rooftop, she has always maintained her little rudeness in front of him.

"It's okay." Song Ange touched his nose. "It's been so long, you've become more rude than before."

Jiang Tong gave him a white look. "Can you talk? If you don't, just shut up."

How could anyone say that about a girl?It's okay to praise her vigorously, but to hurt her as soon as they meet, it's a shame.

The two walked forward, chatting without a word.

"How did you do in the exam? Have you decided which university you want to go to? Do you want to give you some advice?"

"Squatting at home in college, what do you think?"

"not so good."

"It's nothing, it's the only way to go." Song Ange knew what score he could get in the test, and he was only about [-] points when he died, and he was still in a state of extraordinary performance.

"No way, aren't you a sports student?"

"A half-baked sports student."

"Okay. It seems that you have completely blocked your own way." Jiang Tong was speechless,

She once talked with Song Ange about the future, and also persuaded him to work hard in his third year of high school. It doesn't matter whether he can get into a key university or not, as long as he can get into an ordinary university, it is already very good.

After all, people of their origin only use this method to change their own destiny.

But Song Ange obviously didn't listen, and it's hard to say anything from her standpoint.

Facing Jiang Tong's speechless expression at this time, Song Ange pursed his lips and said, "Reading is not the only correct way of life."

Isn't Song Cheng also a college student, how is he doing now?How many people didn't even go to high school, didn't they still look like human beings?Why can't he, Song Ange?

"Maybe." Jiang Tong smiled, and turned to look at Song Ange, who had grown a lot in half a year.

"For me, going to university allows me to see a world completely different from Longkou Street, and it can also help me get rid of a lot of things. An Ge, one day you will understand that some things can't be capitalized on the basis of youth, and take it for granted. Make rash decisions."

Song Ange was concerned about Jiang Tong's attitude towards him, so he stopped. "Sister Tong, do you think I'm childish and ridiculous?"

Jiang Tong shook his head. "I just want to say that each of us needs to be responsible for our own life. This is your own life. You just need to feel that you have a clear conscience."

Everyone has their own choice. Whether it is good or bad does not need to be judged by others, but depends on one's own attitude.

Jiang Tong also underestimated the so-called knowledge changing destiny like Song Ange, but later she found that only this way can get rid of her original family and the negative things brought to her by Longkou Street.

Therefore, relying on her not-so-bright mind, she studied hard in the sixth middle school where there was almost no learning atmosphere, and finally became one of the few people in the sixth middle school who were admitted to the second university.

It's not the point, it's not a book, but it's enough for her.

"Then what are you going to do in the future?" If you don't study, you have to find something to do, and the situation at Song Ange's house is impossible for him to live on.

"I want to find a temporary job first, and then go to Lancheng for a few years." Song Ange did not intend to give up his previous plan. Lancheng is a city suitable for young people to work hard, and he feels that he will change his destiny.

"Why don't you go directly?"

"I have to take care of a disabled person."

"What happened to Uncle Song?" Jiang Tong immediately knew who Song Ange was talking about.

"Some time ago, the car overturned, and he went out to work stupidly. His wound has not healed. I have taken care of him these few days." Song Ange also only found out a few days ago that Song Cheng found a job on the night shift last month.

No wonder he couldn't see anyone at night some time ago, and he only came back early in the morning. He thought this guy was out fooling around again.

"Uncle Song is so dedicated now, is he planning to start taking responsibility for himself and you?" Jiang Tong knows more or less what kind of person Song Cheng is.

"Maybe on a whim." Song Ange sneered.He had a prejudice against Song Cheng, and naturally he didn't believe that Song Cheng would act seriously.

Song Cheng had to know how to be responsible to himself and to him, so he wouldn't know the change until now.

"Well, I happen to have a way to make money here, you follow me, it should be able to save some emergencies." Jiang Tong came back just to pick up some things and didn't stay here.

"What kind of access can you have?"

"Do you want to go to the filming?" Jiang Tong made an appointment with a friend. There was a costume crew in Mingcheng, and her friend had some connections, so she asked for a trick that only needed to show her face, and brought Jiang Tong along with her.

This crew needs a lot of extras, and when she asks this friend for a favor, Song Ange should be able to make some money for the camera.

"Are you a star?" Song Ange frowned. He didn't know anything about the entertainment industry, but he also knew that the water in this pool was deep, and Jiang Tong was not suitable for it at all.

"What are you thinking about? I just want to play with my friends and earn some living expenses by the way. Your sister Tong and I don't have any star dreams." In the so-called "true deeds" of her these years, being labeled with various unsightly labels is already bad enough Yes, if you go to a field that needs to be criticized by the public arbitrarily and has almost no privacy, wouldn't you be creating obstacles for yourself?

She doesn't have such a great ambition to be a star, she just wants to live her ordinary and warm life.

"I'll think about it." Song Ange didn't agree immediately, he didn't want to cause trouble for Jiang Tong.

However, Song Ange didn't know that he didn't consider the opportunity, because someone had already made the decision for him.

Song Ange was lying on the bed, thinking about Jiang Tong's invitation just now, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and sent a message that he had recharged 100 yuan. He was wondering if someone had made a mistake, and the phone displayed an incoming call in a second.

"Song Ange."

The voice on the other end of the phone called his name slowly.

"What's the matter?" Song Ange may have already guessed why his mobile phone was topped up with 100 yuan out of thin air, who made Qiao Peisheng take the time too well.

"I haven't called you all this time, and when I called your phone, it was prompted to shut down. I thought I had absconded with the money."

"Absconding with money? I didn't steal your money." Song Ange always felt that Qiao Peisheng was mentally ill, and always said some inexplicable things.

"Clothes." Qiao Peisheng reminded. "Aren't you going to pay me back?"

It was for this matter.Song Ange held the phone in one hand, and stuffed Qiao Peicheng's clothes into the bag with the other. "Just right, I want to give it to you too. If you have time, come and get it now, make an appointment at a time and place, and we will meet."

"I'm right at the place where I sent you before."

Why would a rich man like him run to the uneasy Longkou Street every three days?

Thinking of Qiao Peisheng's sporty sports car driving to Longkou Street, Song Ange felt that this guy was so stupid.

"Okay, I'll come out right away. By the way, if you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better not walk around or look around, understand?"

"I know……"

"Hey?"

Song Ange only heard a noise, and then the call had been hung up.

grass!Could it be that he was really troubled to find him?