The plan of the day is in the morning

Unable to sit still, he tried side-by-side to see if he could get involved too.

It's just that Yi Xiaotian's reaction to the report card was very flat. After watching the group, the group threw it into the wastebasket, and raised his hand to greet them to play.

In the end, they were stopped by their class monitor.

"What the hell?"

He frowned and looked at the small boy wearing glasses, "What fleas??"

When he frowned, his expression immediately became a little fierce, and the squad leader shrank his neck.

"It's a flea market."

Tan Qianqian, who was at the same table as Pang Hu in the front row, turned around speechlessly, "It's a market for selling second-hand old things."

"Oh, what happened to the flea market?"

Yi Xiaotian still frowned, his tone already a little impatient.

"As for our school, in response to the slogan of diligence and frugality, Lao Zhu organized such an activity,"

Tan Qianqian spread her hands, "On this Friday, each class of the second year of high school will go to set up a stall, let the students in the class take the things they don't want to sell on the playground, and finally give each class a score based on the profit."

"That's right, that's what Tan Qianqian said."

The squad leader nervously raised the form in his hand, "Lao Li asked me to register what can be produced in our class and prepare first."

"Second-hand stuff?"

Fang Shiqi leaned over and asked, "Squad leader, do you need to share the money from the sale with the school?"

The squad leader shook his head, "No, take it yourself."

"That's fine! There's a pile of unwanted old comic books under my bed, which just take up space. I'm short on cash and can sell them!"

Fang Shiqi was immediately happy.

The squad leader was also happy, and quickly wrote it down on the form.

"Come on, you don't even want those pirated junks, you don't want to sell them."

Pang Hu complained.

"How do you talk? That's all my childhood!"

Fang Shiqi quit.

"Monkey King vs Ultraman?"

Pang Hu tutted, "The black cat sheriff and the daughter of the Seven Fairies?"

Squad Leader: "..."

He cleared his throat and looked at Yi Xiaotian eagerly, "Then, Yi Xiaotian, do you have anything to sell?"

If he doesn't share with the school, Yi Xiaotian really has to think about it.

He is not short of money, but after he went home for a long meeting, his father froze his card and stopped his living expenses because of painting. One thing, I have to find a way to be independent as soon as possible.

"Okay, I see."

He said, "I'll go back and talk about it."

……

As usual, the flea market is held at the last few classes on Fridays. After class, the playground is very lively. Each class in the second year of high school has set up a stall. In order to attract customers, the stalls of each class are also as large as possible. It is high-profile and conspicuous, and there are a variety of stalls.

In order to cater to the so-called thrifty requirements and prevent students from spending money indiscriminately, Lao Zhu also came up with an idea, saying that in this flea market, transactions can only be settled in cash, and after the end, the financial statistics of each class will also be collected. Based on the cash received, in this era of scan code payment everywhere, everyone has limited cash, which can indeed curb everyone's extravagance and waste to a considerable extent, but once this request is made, it is still inevitable that everyone will complain. G.

Looking around, all kinds of weird things have been moved in, and there is even a business wizard who took out the cotton candy making machine that was eliminated at home and sold it. When selling the machine, he also sold cotton candy. There is a long queue, and the business is better than the old man who sells sweet potatoes at the school gate, and the girls are almost every one of them.

Besides the class that sells cotton candy, there are two other classes whose stalls are also full of people.

One of them is Class 5. In front of the booth of Class 5, the three floors inside and outside the three floors are crowded with people, almost all boys are pushing inside with red faces.

A girl holding a cotton candy passed by and asked someone curiously what was going on.

"You don't know yet? The news spread a few days ago,"

The person next to her explained her doubts, "Just the school bully, heck, I mean Yi Xiaotian, he wants to sell his sneakers at the flea market, many of them are limited editions that have never been worn, and the second-hand prices are discounted! A few hundred yuan can be enough Buying thousands of shoes, who doesn't know that Yi Xiaotian's family is rich, these shoes are definitely not A-grade goods, no, once the news spread, the boys all went crazy!"

The girl obviously couldn't understand the boy's enthusiasm for sneakers. She tiptoed to look inside, and was surprised by the neatly arranged shoes on several shelves.

This is definitely a collector's habit to buy shoes like this. There are exactly the same models, and there can be several pairs of different colors, just like a store showcase.

"It's not incomprehensible. If I had money, I would also like to accept all the colors of the bags I like."

The girl next to him sighed enviously.

"Let's put it this way... I also think that the little skirts that Allin likes will make me feel good even if I don't wear them."

"Yeah yeah!"

"Huh? Why are there so many people over there? Which class is that?"

the girl asked.

"It seems to be from Class 1."

"Class 1? What treasures does their class sell?"

"You don't even know? It's the god of learning—"

The two girls walked away, and their voices could not be heard clearly. Yi Xiaotian, who was dragged over by Fang Shiqi, heard the word "xueshen", his ears perked up immediately, he pushed away Fang Shiqi's hand, and copied Turn around and go in the direction of Class 1.

"Hey, brother, where are you going? Where are the pair of shoes you promised to keep for me! They were snatched away in a while! Brother Tian——"

Fang Shiqi bluffed and followed.

There were quite a lot of people around the booth of Class 1. Although there were many people, they were orderly, and everyone lined up in a civilized manner to communicate in a soft voice.

And it can be seen at a glance that they are all the top students in the year group.

"What are they selling here?"

Fang Shiqi felt that the atmosphere was weird, which made all the scumbags in him feel uncomfortable.

Yi Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, slapped the people blocking the way and squeezed in, only glanced at the booth, and understood instantly.

Surrounded by the crowd were several notebooks. On the cover of each notebook, the name that appeared in his dreams these days was written in his very familiar handwriting.

——Yu Chen.

What is being sold here is Yu Chen's old notebook.

Surrounded here were not only sophomores, but also many freshmen who had heard the news.

"Xueshen's notes! Even if you don't understand it, you might be able to get a good look if you touch it by the side!"

"I want to take a picture, so I will keep it with me every day!"

"Can the senior student let you blaspheme so casually! The senior student's notes are for you to study! If I take pictures, I will hug him to sleep, maybe the senior will come to my dream... hey-hey!"

"Fuck, you are going too far! Let me go! I have received the news a long time ago, and today I brought all the lucky money from the bottom of my box! No one is allowed to snatch it from me!"

……

Yi Xiaotian turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a small blackboard at the door of Class 1's booth, with the words "auction" written on it.

"Don't miss it when you pass by~ The notebook written by Xueshen himself, every stroke is blessed by the aura of Xueshen! It is definitely a must-have for your home travel, exam review! Collection! Personal use! Or as a family heirloom It’s okay to pass on to future generations!”

Li Zihan stood on the table holding a loudspeaker and yelled, "The auction will start in 10 minutes! At that time, the God of Learning will come to host in person, every Body, are you ready?!"

"Ready!"

Everyone below responded in unison.

Yi Xiaotian touched his pocket consciously, there was nothing in his empty pocket except his mobile phone, his face turned black instantly.

"As expected of a god of learning, he is too strong, and a broken notebook can make such a big battle!"

Fang Shiqi was dumbfounded, but when he turned his head, he realized that Brother Tian had disappeared.

"Where are you going, Brother Tian? Are you not interested in learning about God?"

He hurriedly followed his brother Tian, ​​who was striding like a meteor, and broke through the encirclement all the way, until he followed him back to his stall.

Then I saw his brother Tian pushed aside the booth and came to the monitor who was counting the money and keeping accounts, and slapped the cash register.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he stared condescendingly at the poor squad leader who was shrouded in his shadow, and gritted his teeth fiercely in the tone of a bank robber: "Hand over the money!"

Regardless of whether it is worthy or not, first win it and then talk!

The author has something to say: This chapter was added last weekend.

感谢在2020-12-2010:48:57~2020-12-2116:23:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 29152185, 1 bottle of Yuanyi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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Yu Chen felt a little helpless looking at the hammer that was forcibly stuffed in his hand.

When asked if there are any old things for sale, Yu Chen actually said no, but Li Zihan was too active and enthusiastic, and kept circling around his seat to help him out, saying that the precious resource of Xueshen should not be wasted for the class. Glory, so as long as it is something he used, anything is fine.

When the proposal became more and more outrageous and unethical, Yu Chen finally compromised, took out the notebook that he had no longer needed for a long time and said that he could dedicate it to the class, and Li Zihan was satisfied.

"Everyone, are you ready! The auction will begin!"

Li Zihan shouted excitedly with a loudspeaker.

Everyone below was eager to fight and the atmosphere was brought up.

"First of all, it's this English notebook! The starting price is 50 yuan! Each increase can't be less than [-] yuan! No one responds to the three bids.