The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The third grandmother quickly adapted to life in the city.

There are also many elderly people in the neighborhood. She chats with these people every day, and prepares lunch and dinner in advance for Rong Ling, who is studying, and Wei Yijia, who is working.

Because the newspaper that Wei Yijia joined had just been established, she was busy every day, and sometimes Rong Ling couldn't see her when she was eating.

It's also not easy for Rong Ling. The knowledge of each subject in high school is much more difficult than that in junior high school, so it can't be as pediatric as before.

In addition, the students who can be admitted to the No. [-] Middle School of the city are not ordinary. In order to ensure that he does not lose his number one position, Rong Ling is also flipping through English textbooks while eating.

Even submissions to magazines can only be done at home after evening self-study.

Fortunately, there is a separate desk in Rong Ling's room. Not only that, she also has a small orange desk lamp of her own.

Sitting alone under the lamp and writing something quietly, only accompanied by moths hitting the lampshade, Rong Ling didn't find it hard as long as he thought that these manuscripts could be exchanged for sums of money.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Rong Ling was writing something, and when he heard the key ring outside, he knew that Wei Yijia had returned.

Rong Ling hurriedly put down the pen in his hand and went out to greet him: "Sister Wei is back?"

The weather has gradually entered late autumn. Wei Yijia is wearing a gray sweater with a suit jacket on his arm.

"Hmm..." Seeing Rong Ling, she handed over the bag in her hand, "Today I went out to eat with my colleagues, and I packed a braised pig's trotter for you."

When Rong Ling heard that there was a pig's trotter to eat, he immediately took it happily.

There are not too many stalls outside these days, so it is not easy to eat some lo-mei that you bought.

The three of them ate at a round table, Rong Ling was eating, and Wei Yijia was sorting out today's manuscripts.

"Why does Sister Wei have so much work to do every day?" Rong Ling complained for her, "Don't tell me your unit hasn't recruited new people?"

"Recruited..." Wei Yijia said while flipping through the materials, "It's just that it will take some time for them to get familiar with these jobs."

But Rong Ling clearly remembered that Wei Yijia was still very busy when he first joined the agency, it seems that those who can do more work.

She gnawed on the soft pig's trotters and thought indignantly.

Wei Yijia urged her: "Eat something and go to bed early, tomorrow you have to go to morning self-study."

Rong Ling was urged by this, and only ate one pig's trotter, and planned to eat the rest tomorrow.

She took out a piece of paper and wiped her mouth: "Then I'll go to wash and sleep first, good night, Sister Wei."

"Good night……"

With a click, the wire of the hand-held light switch was pulled down, the light inside the round incandescent lamp went out, and the world was dark.

At six o'clock in the morning, Rong Ling woke up naturally. She rubbed her eyes, got up and turned on the light to get dressed.

It was time to go to self-study in the morning. Rong Ling put the textbooks and homework brought back yesterday in his messenger bag, washed his face and brushed his teeth, picked up a comb to comb his short ear-length hair, and then went out the door.

Shrouded in fog, the street lamps emit a dim light. The small town has just woken up, and most of the students in sight are students who have woken up to go to school.

The weather was cold, and everyone put their hands in their pockets and exhaled white air from the top of their heads.

Rong Ling bought a scallion pancake from the breakfast shop outside the school gate, and walked into the classroom while eating.

After a while, Li Yuanyuan, who was at the same table, also came. She sat down beside Rong Ling and winked at her: "Rong Ling, who was that boy who walked with you yesterday? Why do I feel like the monitor of the third class."

Li Yuanyuan didn't mention it, Rong Ling almost forgot about it.

Yesterday she was walking on the road in good condition, when suddenly a stranger came to greet her.

It's just that she doesn't know the other party, but the other party seems to know her: "My name is Chen Haojie."

"Oh..." Rong Ling nodded inwardly without knowing.

Chen Haojie seemed a little frustrated: "Don't you know me? I'm from the same junior high school as you."

It turned out to be a fellow, Rong Ling nodded calmly: "Hello..."

The boy hesitated to speak, but Rong Ling quickly walked out of the school gate.

The third grandma made a meal and waited for her at home.

Originally, Rong Ling forgot about this incident, but now that Li Yuanyuan mentioned it, she asked casually: "Really? I only know what he said his name is Haojie."

"That's it!" Li Yuanyuan said firmly, "Honestly speaking, don't you..."

An ambiguous smile appeared on her face.

"Stop!" Rong Ling stopped her reverie, "I don't know him at all, he greeted me only because we went to the same junior high school."

"Oh..." Li Yuanyuan nodded, "When I see my fellow countrymen, my eyes are full of tears."

Rong Ling couldn't explain it to her, so he turned out his Chinese textbook and recited a poem: "Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column to think about the year..."

Li Yuanyuan was bored, and honestly began to study Chinese early.

I thought it was over like this, but I didn't expect Rong Ling to bump into Chen Haojie, the monitor of the third class that Li Yuanyuan was talking about, in the physical education class on Thursday.

The school didn't have enough physical education teachers, and sometimes two classes went together, and today it happened that Rong Ling's class one and class three were together.

On the playground where the loess is flying, everyone gathers and runs five laps to warm up.

When everyone regrouped out of breath, the sports committee had dragged in two baskets of volleyballs.

"You young people have never suffered, and your physique is not good." The physical education teacher began to lecture, "Who remembers what the spirit of our women's volleyball team is?"

no one said anything...

"Say it..." the teacher asked again, "What is our slogan?"

"Learn from women's volleyball and revitalize China." A student in the crowd replied in a low voice.

"louder please!"

"Learn women's volleyball, revitalize China!"

"Okay..." The physical education teacher was finally satisfied, "Listen to my password, row one, three, five, turn back."

Rong Ling in the fifth row turned back, just in time to meet a somewhat familiar face——Chen Haojie again.

He didn't seem to expect that Rong Ling would turn around suddenly, and he stood there in a daze and didn't dare to move.

At this time, the loud voice of the physical education teacher sounded again: "Remember, the person on the opposite side is your teammate, and the team next to the left hand side of the third row is your opponent. Every four people get a ball. Let's practice together. After the physical education class is over, put the ball back. Okay, disband!"

The crowd dispersed, and went to grab the best ball first.

Chen Haojie looked at Rong Ling, left a sentence "You wait for me here first", and followed to grab the ball.

In fact, after snatching and snatching, these balls are almost the same, the same dusty, and a lot of rubber on the outside has been rubbed off.

But just make do with it, there is no volleyball net, and the playground is so big, let them play.

The opponent was already waiting, Rong Ling asked Chen Haojie: "Can you serve?"

Chen Haojie shook his head.

"Then I'll do it..." Rong Ling took the volleyball from his hand, leaned forward slightly, threw the ball into the air with his left hand, and then clenched his fists and hit the ball towards the opposite side.

Her movements were quick and crisp, but it was a pity that everyone except Rong Ling was a beginner, and the people on the opposite side couldn't catch it at all.

After coming down several times, except for Rong Ling, the other three were in a bit of a panic.

"It's okay, let's take our time." Rong Ling comforted.

She directed everyone to form a circle, and the four of them practiced passing the ball like drums.

Gradually, everyone's movements became proficient.

It's a pity that not long after, the assembly whistle sounded, and the get out of class was almost over.

Let's make an appointment, the next physical education class, or the four of them will play volleyball together.

Because of the experience of the first time, in the second class, there was no need for the teacher to guide and assign, Rong Ling concentrated on hitting the ball, and accidentally overpowered the ball over the fence and reached the outside of the playground.

She hurriedly said embarrassedly: "Wait a minute, I'll go pick up the ball right away."

Outside the wall is the dormitory for faculty and staff, and there is a small iron gate in the corner for easy entry and exit, without detours.

Seeing this, Chen Haojie followed up: "I'll go too..."

The ball landed on a banana tree outside the wall, and it happened to get stuck between two green leaves. Rong Ling jumped up several times, but couldn't catch it.

Chen Haojie was a little taller than her, and he said to Rong Ling on the flower bed, "You come down first, let me come."

Those who know current affairs are heroes, and Rong Ling abdicates to let the virtuous.

Sure enough, Chen Haojie got the ball easily compared to Rong Ling who spent most of the day.

She breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you..."

"You're welcome..." Facing Rong Ling's undisguised smile, Chen Haojie hurriedly lowered his head.

After walking for a short distance in silence, he suddenly said, "Rong Ling, do you still remember the letter that appeared on your desk in junior high school?"

Rong Ling's heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling bad.

Sure enough, Chen Haojie's originally fair face gradually turned red: "I wrote you that letter, have you read it?"

Where did Rong Ling read it? She just vaguely remembered that she handed the love letter to Wei Yijia without thinking about it. As for how Sister Wei dealt with it later, Rong Ling never asked.

She faltered and responded: "Ha, is there such a thing? I don't seem to remember."

A faint disappointment appeared on Chen Haojie's face, but he concealed it well: "When we were in junior high school, we went to the county together to participate in an English competition. In fact, at that time, I just wanted to tell you..."

"Wait..." Rong Ling stopped, "Do you want to tell me that you like me?"

Probably did not expect her to be so direct, Chen Haojie blushed like a monkey's ass: "Yes, yes."

Rong Ling sighed inwardly, but unfortunately, she has no interest in men at all.

But at this age, at this age, speaking out my reasons might scare people, so Rong Ling had no choice but to say cryptically, "I have no intention of dating a boy."

"I know..." Chen Haojie misunderstood, he stammered a little, "You have good grades, yes, definitely want to be admitted to a good university, I will not affect you."

"Hmm..." Rong Ling nodded.

"But I can ask, what university do you want to go to?" Chen Haojie mustered up the courage to ask her.

Rong Ling doesn't need to worry about this problem, because the system has already assigned tasks for herself, she said casually: "It's not Peking University, it's probably Tsinghua University."

Chen Haojie was stunned, as if he heard something from the Arabian Nights.

Rong Ling was already walking towards the playground on his own.

But Chen Haojie soon became happy again. Since Rong Ling was willing to tell him, it meant that she didn't reject him in her heart.

Even if he can't get into Peking University and Tsinghua University, there are other universities in the capital.

Before going to bed that day, Chen Haojie quietly spread out his notebook, took out a pen and wrote a diary on it: "Today, I played volleyball with Rong Ling again... She said she wanted to be admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, so I also want to be admitted to Beijing University, Then we can continue to be together.”

After writing these words, just as the lights were turned off, Chen Haojie pressed the notebook under the pillow and turned over to sleep.

The notebook is full of teenagers' thoughts.

How did Rong Ling know that her casual words would have such a big effect. Originally, when she saw that Chen Haojie hadn't mentioned the love letter again, she thought he had given up.

If Chen Haojie still likes him, then Rong Ling will definitely avoid suspicion.

But since there is no such thing now, Rong Ling naturally continues to treat him as an ordinary classmate.

Campus life is day after day, but because of the company of young and lively classmates, Rong Ling does not feel bored.

At the end of the term, Rong Ling came back with Zhang Dahong's award.

The certificate praised her for being the first in the school in the final exam.

Wei Yijia picked up the camera and took a picture of Rong Ling holding the certificate.

After taking the photo, Rong Ling rolled the certificate into a tube and stuffed it into his backpack: "I'm going home tomorrow, will Sister Wei go back to her hometown for the New Year?"

"The newspaper office is busy at the end of the year, I guess I won't be able to leave." Wei Yijia shook his head, "Say hello to your parents for me."

Sure enough, Sister Wei probably won't go back to the countryside.

Rong Ling couldn't help but sigh when he thought that he wouldn't be able to see her during the Chinese New Year this year.

This movement made Wei Yijia couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her head: "There will be Lantern Festival after New Year's Eve, and you will have started school by then, let's spend it together."

"Okay!" Rong Ling's eyes lit up again.

The next day Rong Ling got up early in the morning and went to the station to take the bus home.

The bus is bought on the bus, and I don't know how long it will take, Rong Ling waited aimlessly, when suddenly he heard someone call his name.

It was Chen Haojie, and there were a few classmates beside him.

After Rong Ling walked over, Chen Haojie introduced to her that everyone was from the same county and had to take the same bus back home.

With someone as a companion, the long journey is of course much easier.

While the few people were chatting, the bus arrived.

The bus wobbled all the way and finally arrived at the county seat.

Several classmates went back to their respective homes to find their own mothers, only Rong Ling and Chen Haojie had to go back to the town together.

Sitting in the van and approaching the town, Chen Haojie asked her: "Are you going back alone? Will it be unsafe?"

"No problem. I'm used to walking the way back. It's still early. I should be able to wait for the companions from the same village."

Rong Ling asked casually, "What about you?"

"My home is in the town, and I'll be there soon."

As he said that, Chen Haojie's eyes brightened as he looked forward: "I saw my mother."

Rong Ling followed his gaze, and outside the car window, on the street not far ahead, there was a table of people sitting in front of the house, basking in the sun and playing mahjong.

There was a circle of people watching the cards, and Rong Ling didn't know which one was Chen Haojie's mother.

At this time, Chen Haojie had already said, "Master, please stop."

The van stopped, and Chen Haojie, who happened to be sitting by the door, pushed open the door forcefully, and shouted loudly: "Mom!"

Sun Xiufang followed the sound and looked over. Seeing her precious son, she quickly put down the things in her hands and came over, smiling like a flower: "Haohao is back."

Rong Ling, who got out of the car later, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the two of them reminiscing about the past.

She never thought that Chen Haojie's smiling mother would be Sun Xiufang, her junior high school English teacher.

She was completely different from the mean English teacher that Rong Ling remembered.

After he was happy, Chen Haojie remembered to introduce: "By the way, Mom, this is Rong Ling, a student from your former class."

Seeing Rong Ling, the smile on Sun Xiufang's face suddenly faded, and she said calmly, "Oh, it's Rong Ling."

She didn't like her, of course Rong Ling didn't have to be polite, he just nodded and didn't even bother to say hello.

Sun Xiufang turned her attention to Chen Haojie again: "Go, son, go home and let mom cook something delicious for you."

"Wait, mom..." Chen Haojie didn't realize that the atmosphere was not right, he turned his head to look at Rong Ling, "Rong Ling, why don't you go to our house to have a rest before leaving."

"No need..." Rong Ling shook his head, "I'll go first, goodbye."

Chen Haojie was still a little reluctant, but Sun Xiufang had already taken his schoolbag: "How is your son doing in high school, are you tired?"

"Not tired..." Chen Haojie couldn't help mentioning Rong Ling again, "Mom, you don't know how good Rong Ling is. In this final exam, she is the first in the class."

"What's the use of girls studying well now? After two years, they won't have stamina. It's not as good as boys who work hard in the later stage..."

Rong Ling carried his bag nonchalantly and walked home.

Ever since she came to this world, she had heard this kind of talk so much that her ears were almost callused, and Rong Ling was completely ignored, so what should she do.

I haven't seen you for half a year, the town is still familiar, but there are two more canteens.

Rong Ling weighed a catty of peanuts and melon seeds at the dry goods store, bought a piece of sugar cane and cut it up and put it in a bag, and went to the vegetable market to buy a catty of pork belly and lean pork. Holding these things in her hand, she walked back slowly. home.

With the golden finger of the system, Rong Ling is not afraid even if he is walking alone on the mountain road.

By the time she got home, it was already past five in the afternoon.

There was no one in the yard, but the big yellow dog saw Rong Ling and excitedly wagged its tail and circled around her.

It seemed that Ma Xiaoping and his wife were working in the field with their younger brother at the moment. The front door was locked, and Rong Ling walked around to the back room, put away the things he had brought back, and started cooking with a fire.

While the rice was cooking in the pot, Rong Ling sliced ​​the pork belly he bought, and marinated it with cooking wine, light soy sauce, green onion and ginger.

It's been a long time since Rong Ling has cooked.

Just as she was cutting the green peppers, someone came back from the front yard.

Ma Xiaoping caught sight of Rong Ling who was working in the kitchen, her eyes lit up immediately, and she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear: "Ah, our Tweety is back!"

She waved Rong Lingzhi aside, and put on the apron: "Go, what are you doing, a college student, go read a book."

"I've finished the exams, and the teacher said that I should combine work and rest." Even so, Rong Ling did not persuade Ma Xiaoping, and she snatched the kitchen knife from her hand.

Rong Ling had no choice but to take out the certificate from his schoolbag: "Mom, look, I got first place in the final exam this time."

Although Ma Xiaoping is illiterate, she also recognizes the one in the middle of No.1. She is happy: "My Tweety is promising, and when I go to the city, I will still beat those city children to the ground."

Even Rong Ling's father, who never spoke, happily came to the kitchen, twisted a few grains of rice, and stuck Rong Ling's award certificate on the relatively flat wall.

While talking, Ma Xiaoping shredded the hot pepper, and she went to the vegetable garden and twisted a Chinese cabbage. The frozen leaves on the outside were thrown into the pig food bucket, and the bright yellow leaves inside were washed and cut into slices.

Heat the oil in the pot, first put the pork belly into the pot and fry, when it turns slightly yellow, Ma Xiaoping adds a spoonful of bean paste to it.

The color of the red oil is very attractive at first glance. Stir-fry a few times and then add hot pepper, a plate of pork belly with hot pepper will be ready.

Rong Ling had been driving for a whole day, and only ate a piece of bread and drank some water. She was so hungry now, she couldn't help picking up her chopsticks to taste it.

At this moment, Rong Ling felt a hand slapping his leg.

She lowered her head, she was the younger brother of the original owner.

The child is more than two years old and can stand alone, because when Ma Xiaoping and his wife are working, they always take their son to the field.

He looked at the meat on Rong Ling's chopsticks, drooling with greed.

"Call me sister..." Rong Ling teased him, "Otherwise I won't give you food."

Obviously, after not seeing each other for half a year, the child didn't seem to recognize who Rong Ling was, but he still succumbed to Meimei: "Sister..."

Rong Ling just fed the child a mouthful of meat, and found a towel to wipe his dark and dusty face clean.

Ma Xiaoping told her about her two younger sisters again: "Jiajia is also very good, and she is also number one at the end of this semester. They are herding cows outside right now, so you go and call them back."

Rong Ling led the child to the edge of the field beside the yard and called his two younger sisters by their names.

After a while, their cheerful echoes came from the woods.

The children still imitated Rong Ling and called them by their names.

"Don't let them know like this?" Now that the younger brother has become conscious, Rong Ling felt that he had to teach him well, "They are your older sisters, you have to respect them and listen to them, do you hear me?"

The child was ignorant, frightened by Rong Ling's lust, he nodded.

After the family is all together, dinner begins.

A plate of pork belly with sharp peppers, a plate of vinegared cabbage, and a plate of sauerkraut soup.

Rong Ling was so full that he drank two more bowls of soup.

"I'm not afraid that I won't be able to sleep at night after eating so much." Ma Xiaoping jokingly teased her, "Could it be that your third grandma and sister Wei are still starving you?"

"That's different." Rong Ling said cheekily, "No one can replace Mom's cooking."

"I didn't know you were coming back today, so I didn't have time to prepare anything." Ma Xiaoping said, "I'll cook something delicious for you tomorrow."

Ma Xiaoping kept her promise. After breakfast the next day, she took down a leg of cured pork hanging from the beam of the roof, put it on the fire, scorched the hair, and then took out an ax to butcher the leg into large pieces. chunks.

The cured pork leg is delicious and easy to make. You just need to put the bones and meat in clear water and simmer slowly. After the water boils, add lotus root.

By lunch time, the stewed pork trotters with lotus roots will be ready.

The pork leg that has been air-dried for a whole winter has a salty taste, so there is no need to add salt, and the taste of the soup is just right.

The pork skin full of collagen is separated by the stewed bone and meat. One bite, the mouth is full of fragrance.

Rong Ling held the bowl and ate a mouthful of meat, a mouthful of soup, and a mouthful of soft lotus root.

Ah, this is the smell of home.

She couldn't help but sigh.

The author has something to say: I'm hungry again_(:з"∠)_

Last month was too depraved, I am really sorry everyone, as an apology, the first [-] comments in this chapter have red envelopes...