Fat dead, reborn

Jinqiao Private Middle School is indeed worthy of its nickname of aristocratic school. From the school gate to the teaching building, it is full of local tyrants.The school gate uses two heavy gates, with rows of studs resplendent and resplendent, which makes people feel like they have entered the Forbidden City to film a costume drama.

After entering the door, there is a long corridor paved with red carpet. The designer is also ingenious and designed this corridor as a long pavilion with swimming pools on both sides. You can imagine that once it rains, sitting alone in the long pavilion and watching the clouds and smoke What a poetic feeling.

At the end of the carpet is the teaching building. At least from the outside, the teaching building is very reliable, but once inside, the hall on the first floor of the teaching building is paved with golden tiles, which is really eye-catching.

"You two young masters, are you here to register? What are your classes?" The girl was dressed in a maid outfit, showing a deep career line.The upper body bowed slightly, maintaining a just right smile.

Hao Pang didn't look sideways, "Class Nine." But he was complaining silently in his heart, why did the receptionist have to be so weird, is it really okay to pretend to be a maid?

Du Chenghuai looked indifferent, as if he had no idea about the beauty in front of him.He stood in front of Hao Pang, quietly blocking Hao Pang's eyes from looking at the girl dressed as a maid.

"Okay, please come with me."

The staircase is a huge spiral staircase, even the steps are made of gold, only the edges of the steps have two black lines.The three of them circled up and soon reached the second floor.

"Please." The maid pretended to lead Hao Pang and Du Chenghuai to the destination. Pei Changyang had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw the little friend coming, he immediately waved, "Little Pang, Du Chenghuai, this way!"

Hao Pang was about to pass when someone in the crowd suddenly stopped him, "What are you doing, jumping in line? Go back!"

Hao Pang raised his eyes, and a fat man who looked a bit like Kim Jong-un blocked him with his stomach. Hao Pang thought he was already fat, but he was nothing compared to this shrunken version of Kim Jong-un.

Pei Changyang has a typical firecracker temper. Seeing that his little friend suffered a disadvantage, he immediately exploded, "Where the hell did you get the meat. The wall, if you get in the way, I will chop you up!"

The shrunken version of Kim Jong-un stares wide-eyed. Although he is fat, he is most afraid of being called fat. This thin monkey actually calls him a wall of meat?

"Do you dare to say it again?"

"Fatty, wall of dead flesh!"

"Do you know who my dad is?"

"I don't care who your father is, oh I forgot, you are a wall of flesh, and your father is a wall of flesh!"

Hao Pang helped his forehead helplessly. Seeing that the two children were about to fight, no one from the school came out to take care of them?Hao Pang embraced Pei Changyang, "Don't say a few words, the impact of fighting on the first day of school will be bad."

"But he told you to leave." Pei Changyang said aggrievedly.

Hao Pang felt warm, and comforted him: "It's okay, we're not in a hurry, it's okay to queue slowly. Well, we're going to queue, you register quickly." In such a short while, the front of Pei Changyang was already empty. No one took advantage of the position of the two of them. They were probably attracted by the quarrel between Pei Changyang and the miniature version of Kim Jong-un.

"Why, that's the end?" Kim Jong-un snorted, holding his head up like a victorious rooster. In his opinion, Pei Changyang flinched, obviously because he was afraid of his performance.

Boys, it's human nature to like to be in the limelight.The miniature version of Kim Jong-un can feel that everyone's eyes are focused on him, full of worship and admiration.

Hao Pang raised his eyes, "Then what do you want?"

"For the sake of you being a fat man," the miniature version of Kim Jong-un narrowed his big eyes, "Call me Grandpa and I'll let you go."

Hao Pang raised his eyebrows, "What's your name?"

"grandfather."

"Hey, good grandson." Hao Pang chuckled, went back to line up, and handed his back to Du Chenghuai.

The miniature version of Kim Jong-un was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react until there was a lot of laughter around him. His eyes were red with anger, and he was about to greet Hao Pang on the back of his head with a big hand, but he was stopped by a hand. mid-air.

He struggled vigorously, but was shocked to find that the restrained hand was motionless, and his wrist was even more painful.He didn't dare to use any more force, for fear that his hand would break with a click.

Seeing that Hao Pang had reached the end of the line, Du Chenghuai also let go.The miniature version of Kim Jong-un withdrew his chubby hand like an electric shock, and looked at Du Chenghuai with horror and horror.

At the same time, City No. [-] Middle School.

"Director, I want a student." Li Ruhai held the list in his hand, and his heart was full of doubts.In this year's entrance examination, the average Chinese score was only 99. He personally corrected the Chinese test paper of the student named Hao Pang, and even gave the only student in the whole grade a score of [-].Could it be that this student is really so good at partial subjects that he can't even score [-] points in mathematics?

The director of the teaching department stretched out his hand and scratched the top of his hairless head, and frowned, "Isn't the list in your hand?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Li Ruhai's face, "That student is not on the list."

"Huh?" Hai Hai was stunned for a moment, "Students with a total score of less than [-] have to pay the school selection fee. In principle, school selection students can only study in ordinary classes. Doesn't Teacher Li remember this?"

"There are exceptions to everything. No matter what, please ask the director to help you find this student. He got 99 in the Chinese test, and he shouldn't even fail the [-]."

When Hai Hai heard the number 99, he was slightly surprised. It was really not easy to get 99 points in Li Ruhai's paper.He shook the mouse, unlocked the computer screen, and opened Word.

Li Ruhai added: "His name is Hao Pang, Chi Er Hao, Guanglong Pang."

For a moment, the two looked at each other, "Missing the exam?"

Li Ruhai still wanted to fight for it, but Hai Hai raised his hand to stop him, "Mr. Li, I know what you want to say. There is no rule, and besides, our No. [-] Middle School has no shortage of talents. Since he missed the exam, it is clear that If you don’t want to come to our No. [-] Middle School, there’s no need for Teacher Li to put a hot face on someone’s cold ass.”

Li Ruhai sighed secretly and had no choice but to return home.

……

"You can enter Class Nine, which means that your family is very rich. I don't care how powerful your family is. If you enter here, you are my Kongman's students. My request is very simple. Whether you listen or not, don't affect others , Whether you learn or not, don’t make trouble here. Now, if anyone thinks they can’t do it, they can ask the principal to change classes for you.”

The person who spoke was the head teacher of Class Nine, who seemed to be over 40 years old.Standing on the podium, she had an unspeakable aura that shocked the half-grown children below into silence.It was only then that Hao Pang realized that the reason the three of them were in Class Nine was not because Uncle Pei went to the principal to tell him something, but because none of them took the entrance exam...

The next step was self-introduction, and Hao Pang knew that the miniature version of Kim Jong-un was called Ye Chenhe, and he didn't know how heavy the leaves were to sink into the river.

Things were lackluster in the next few days, but Hao Pang became more and more irritable every day for no other reason. In a few months, Yang Wanli should show up.

In his last life, when he was in the second semester of junior high school, Yang Wanli came back suddenly, made up a series of stories, and lived in their house grandly.Hao Pang was worried that his mother would still be soft-hearted, so he often talked to Uncle Zheng. Today, in order to avoid his mother, he took a ride with Uncle Nian and went directly to Uncle Zheng's grocery store to find someone.

"I said, Uncle Zheng, can you do it? If you can't, just say something and I'll go find someone else!" Hao Pang said angrily, time waits for no one, and it's impossible for him to stay by his mother's side all the time. If it doesn't work, he's going to find a bodyguard!

Zheng Jiarong smiled wryly and said: "I'm also anxious, I can feel that Qi Lan understands my thoughts, but I can't do anything about her deliberately avoiding me!"

"What can't be helped!" Hao Pang rolled his eyes, "For you, I told my mother about the factory I opened, otherwise I could have told my uncle and aunt in advance and asked them to keep it a secret for me, and then Drive secretly. I have created so many opportunities for you to meet, I don't care what method you use, at most half a year, you must at least reach the level where my mother doesn't dislike you following her anytime, anywhere."

"That, kid..."

Hao Pang glanced back, only to realize that there was a third person there.But he is still angry now, and directly shouted: "Shut up!"

The young man had no choice but to turn to Zheng Jiarong for help.

"Xiao Pang, didn't you ask me to pay attention to programming talents last time?"

Hao Pang said angrily, "What's wrong?"

"He is." Zheng Jiarong signaled the young man to come over. "Let me introduce you. This is Huang Feijie, a top student at Tsinghua University. He has participated in the production of some website logos and has strong programming skills. He is Hao Pang."

"Hello." Hao Pang stretched out his hand.

"Hello..." Huang Feijie shook his hand back, but he was still a little surprised. Although Zheng Jiarong had told him about Hao Pang's situation, he felt an intuitive sense of surprise when he actually met him.

Hao Pang asked again: "Do you have any ideas about making online games?"

"Well, but insufficient funds."

"If I provide funds and ideas, can you find people to make my ideas into online games?"

"no problem."

Hao Pang nodded, "Okay, mind if I try your level?"

Huang Feijie shook his head.

Hao Pang borrowed his ID card from Zheng Jiarong, and took Huang Feijie directly into a nearby Internet cafe.Internet cafes at this time were not as common as in later generations, but Hao Pang didn't want to play any games, he just tried Huang Feijie's ability.

"What software do you need to download yourself? I want you to use the fastest time to build a simple website. Flash animation and scrolling subtitles are required. Others are optional." Hao Pang paid the money, turned around and saw Huang Feijie put a CD into the drive Li Weiwei asked in surprise, "Who is that?"

"The burning disc contains my materials and tools." Huang Feijie said frankly.

On the contrary, Hao Pang felt that this young man was good and well prepared.Facts have proved that Hao Pang's test is completely unnecessary, and the webpage made by Huang Feijie is much better than Hao Pang expected.Hao Pang couldn't hide his excitement. He is an experienced person. After the millennium, the Internet is developing rapidly, and the potential value of online games and Internet platforms is immeasurable.

Hao Pang made the final decision: "Do you have the confidence to open up an Internet era that belongs to us together with me?"