The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

After discussing the Chinese New Year issue that day, Bian Jing often stayed away from the classroom during his lunch break, and only came to class in the afternoon. Xie Ting thought he had returned to the dormitory, but found that there was no one in the dormitory.

Maybe out of school.

After two days of busy work, Bian Jing finally took a rest.

Xie Ting didn't come to school that day, so he probably stayed at home to study the code again. Bian Jing didn't care about him, and he still had a lot of things to do here a few years ago.

The school beauty will occasionally stand on the balcony of Class A, sometimes borrow books from Class A classmates, sometimes joke and bask in the sun, and more often look at Xie Ting's position.

When I came too many times and found that Xie Ting was not there, I stopped coming to make friends with a class of classmates.

As the end of the year approaches, red lanterns are hung on the streets, and there are countless people selling New Year's goods and couplets. After the school holiday, Bian Jing can finally get busy with his own affairs.

He rented a house near No. [-] Middle School. The landlord thought that he was renting the house so that he could study hard and not stay in the house. He also knew that he was the first in his grade, so the rent was very cheap for him.

One bedroom, one living room, facing south, with a balcony and windows, Bianjing moved all the things in the charity organization into this ten-square-meter house, and after a few days of tidying up, he finally made it look like a home.

No matter how cheap the rent is, he is still a student. He has to plan for the future, money for college, study, and rent.

No, relying on his good calligraphy, he opened a small shop by the Hanxi River. As soon as the brush was hung up and the ink was polished, he began to squander on red paper.

Yue Yang and Cao Wei also knew about this, so they came to the booth to help without saying a word.

The winter vacation is only 20 days this time, and the families of these two are not allowed to run far away, and they feel hairy at home, so they come out to help their brothers shout a few times.

"Everyone, don't miss it when you pass by. This stall is the stall where we have the number one grade in the back-to-back exam. Nuo, look, the one who is writing seriously is the number one in our grade. If you get a picture of him, then It is to ensure that the grades of your students are thriving, hope to be the first, be sure to be second, and report to the third, don’t miss it when you pass by!" Yue Yang yelled on the road, the side scene sounds pretty good, this bragging is not outrageous.

"That's right, I bought a pair of his calligraphy last time, and I went back to hang on the beam to study hard, and my grade has improved by more than fifteen." Cao Wei is not inferior to Yue Yang at all, he understands the thoughts of these parents, what is fighting for? It is best to implement the specific results of each subject in terms of how many things that are empty can be improved, so that these parents will be motivated to buy couplets and characters.

Bian Jing sighed in his heart: "The Cao family deserves to be in business!"

Yue Yang took a look, brother can do it, this marketing method secretly gave Cao Wei a thumbs up, and continued to push: "Also, we Xueba don't return a single word, it's only ten yuan, you can write whatever you want, Our Xueba writes and sells it now, absolutely fresh! Absolutely hot!"

Bian Jing sighed again in his heart: "My place has become a bun shop."

There were these two famous talkers outside to solicit business for him. Bian Jing sat in the shed, practiced calligraphy with concentration, and wrote a few copies.

"Okay." There was a circle of people around, and soon someone placed an order for the first couplet.

"50, this is the first one to sell to me." A teenager in the crowd shouted.

Bian Jing was very familiar with this person's voice, looked up, his eyes lit up, and continued to sink down to write the second picture.

What I think in my heart is: I don't know if Yue Yang's request is reliable or not.

I saw that Yue Yang could still see Xie Ting during the holidays, it was like seeing a Bodhisattva, he respectfully said to Xie Ting: "Guest officer, we only sell ten yuan, earn some pocket money, if there is more receive."

Daqian Xie took out a blue banknote and said to him: "I am rich, I am happy."

Yue Yang quickly took his 50 oceans, nodded and bowed: "Yes yes yes."

You don't need to earn pocket money, just spend it as you like, and the three of us still have to earn pocket money for ourselves, so we can't be mad at you when we compare ourselves to each other.

Yue Yang hurriedly packed the couplet for him.

Xie Ting saw that Bian Jing was writing in the shed so much that his nose was sweating, and he provided Yue Yang with a new idea: "I heard that you are the first in your grade to write, why are you only selling calligraphy and not notes?"

Cao Wei slapped his head and secretly said to Xie Ting: "Fuck, why didn't I think of this."

Yue Yang reacted quickly, and quickly said to the parents in the crowd who were queuing up to buy calligraphy: "From now on, we accept reservations for future champion notes, 50 for one subject, 120 for three subjects, first come, first served!"

When Bian Jing heard the words "future number one scholar", his brush tilted, and then he straightened it back quickly.

He sighed in his heart: "This is the beginning of deception."

Soon someone in the crowd came up to ask if he was really number one in his grade and if he was so powerful.

Yue Yang had been prepared for a long time, and took out a row of photos from his mobile phone. On it was the campus celebrity list, and the profile pictures of the side scenes occupied most of them like Lianliankan.

Below each photo is written the reason for the award, the level of the award, and so on.

Soon, juniors and juniors from No. [-] Middle School recognized the scene and rushed to buy the notes.

The parents were also dubious and said to let the notes be printed out tomorrow.

Bian Jing sighed: "I have to organize notes all night again tonight."

Sighing here, Bian Jing glanced resentfully at Xie Ting who was standing aside and staring at his writing.

This nurse has the potential to harm the world.