Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

After finishing speaking, Wu Zhen asked curiously, "Why do you ask this?"

Song Zui replied calmly, "Ask a friend."

Although he didn't expect Ating to support his family, there was no way to stay at home all the time, he still had to have a serious job.

It is true to say so, but it is difficult to find a job in an office without a college degree. Thinking that the other party has to work hard, he suppressed this idea.

Wu Zhen didn't think too much when he heard the words, probably Song Zui's classmate who got married at a young age felt depressed and insecure at home, so he opened the book to study by himself.

The head teacher who didn't show up often after the self-study class came to the podium: "Everyone has started school for a while, and we will hold a short class meeting this afternoon. You all come to the stage to summarize your performance."

Wu Zhen has no objection to holding meetings. Meetings are the most held in the club. He joins the Game Lovers Association. How to hold a meeting on how to understand computers, how to hold a meeting on how to play games with a sense of ritual, large and small meetings Never stopped.

Song Zui frowned slightly, the bed arrived this afternoon, if he attended the class meeting, he would not be able to sign for it.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to ask if he could not participate, someone from below asked, "Can I not participate?"

Song Zui looked at the head teacher, and the smiling head teacher refused without saying a word: "Everyone must participate."

His eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and when the class teacher left, he made a call, and he instructed: "There is a courier coming to my door in the afternoon, please accept it."

He Shanting on the other side of the phone stood in front of a black car, stopped opening the door, and returned to the small and dilapidated rental house.

The moment he opened the door, Song Tiantian rushed under the soft curtain as if frightened, and he indifferently threw away the hair that fell on his hands from the air.

One person, one cat, two look boring.

In the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of the rental house. He Shanting put down the documents and opened the door. A sweaty boy grinned and asked, "Is this Song Zui's house? I'm here to deliver things."

He raised his chin slightly, signaling to put the things down and leave.

The boy wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This bed is not easy to assemble, why don't I leave after installing it? The main reason is that the manual is missing, and it's hard to explain it on the Internet later."

"bed?"

"Didn't he tell you?" The boy took out the assembly tools and put them on the ground: "I've bought this bed for two years, and the price is very good. Don't you want it?"

Of course what he said was a joke. We communicated with each other when selling it. Unless the item has a major defect, it will not be returned. After all, it is too heavy to ship within the same city.

"Take it away."

He Shanting looked coldly at the old bed with a flat opening, and the bed board showed some brown stains, he would not let this kind of thing in.

The boy suddenly burst into tears. He wouldn't be moving things for nothing today, so he couldn't help but argue: "When I took the photo, it was agreed that the goods would not be returned unless there were major defects. I moved them all the way from Zhengjiayuan on a small electric donkey. The fee is almost twenty, if you want to return the goods, you should send them back."

The more he talked, the more aggrieved he was. Is it easy to deal with the idleness? If he had known that the other party was picky, he would not have sold it. He probably said something disgusting to the other party who thought it would be troublesome to return the product.

"Throw it away."

He breathed a sigh of relief after making sure he heard it right. Luckily, he didn't have to run in vain. He smiled and threw the thing by the trash can downstairs, and sent a message to Song Zui after finishing it.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the class meeting started, and the head teacher stood on the stage: "I hope everyone will not take this class meeting as a burden, and speak freely, so that we can summarize the past and look forward to the future."

"Come on according to the student number, the first Mei Ping."

Mei Ping was a bit shy on the stage for the first time, with a trembling voice: "I participated in community help activities, tutored children in the surrounding communities, joined the Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection Association as an officer, and won the third prize in the school mathematical modeling competition. These awards are inseparable from the help of teachers and classmates.”

The teacher in charge showed approval in his eyes.

There was warm applause after Mei Ping stepped down from the stage. The first person started, and the students came to the stage to summarize their performance during this period. Even Yin Zihan, who has been addicted to playing since entering the school, also talked for 2 minutes.

Wu Zhen pushed Song Zui who was concentrating on reading: "It's your turn."

The young man walked up to the podium slowly, and the audience was filled with anticipation. The head teacher encouraged Song Zui, "Don't be shy to say it boldly, what have you done since the beginning of school?"

Wu Zhen was curious about what his roommate, who was dedicated to learning, would say. The grand prize in the Yanda competition alone was worth 5 minutes of talking, but if he could blow it for 10 minutes.

However, the boy on the stage just spit out two words: "Reading."

Then he stepped off the stage.

The classroom was completely silent, and the good guy didn't realize that this good student turned out to be a thorn, and he didn't give face to the class teacher at all.

Wu Zhen covered his face, why did he forget that his roommate is not interested in anything other than studying, and being able to speak on stage is already giving face to the class teacher, and he usually misses out on studying during class meetings.

The head teacher is an experienced old teacher, calmly smoothing things over: "Student Song is still too shy, you should speak more and exercise yourself in the future."

Song Zui, who returned to his seat, didn't listen to the head teacher's words. It wasn't that he had a problem with the teacher, because the seller sent a message on the trading platform.

He clicked on the message.

【Little Egg Tart】The goods have been delivered

[Little Egg Tart in the World] The one in your house asked me to throw it away. Maybe I thought the bed was a little flawed. I threw it next to the trash can downstairs, so I won’t charge for the hard work.

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When Song Zui saw that the bed was thrown away, he was silent for a long time, just throwing away the bed he just bought because of a small flaw, and couldn't help but utter a swear word, so fucking hypocritical.

But the bed had already been thrown away, and at this moment, it was probably taken away by the waste collectors in the community without any bones remaining. He pressed his temple, and he felt that it was not a problem of lack of security for A Ting, but a problem of too strong a sense of security.

At the end of the class meeting, Song Zui looked at Wu Zhen: "What you said this morning is wrong. My friend just throws away the newly bought bed, and he doesn't worry about gain or loss at all."

Wu Zhen thought for a while and suddenly realized: "Isn't it true that rich and powerful wives are like this, spend money to vent their grievances, have not experienced the transformation of the socialist iron fist, just listen to me and go out to work and make sure you are sure."

Song Zui looked at his clothes, he had nothing to do with wealthy families, but he finally made up his mind.

He silently browsed the recruitment information on the Internet. He recruited live broadcast assistants with no education qualifications and tens of thousands a month. He knew it was a liar when he looked at it, and quickly ruled out the information.

In He's office, Assistant Fang tremblingly ordered the workers to hang a Renaissance oil painting on the wall next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. After all, Raphael's paintings were enough to buy a villa in Donggang, Shanghai.

After the oil painting was hung, he breathed a sigh of relief. His boss also came late to the office. He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Dean Clarence called you if you have time to return to your alma mater for the opening speech."

It is a great honor to speak at the opening ceremony of an Ivy League school, but He Shanting, who has no interest in academics, obviously has no nostalgia for his alma mater: "I don't have time."

Assistant Fang complained that he didn't have time to go to the opening ceremony, but he would have time to take care of his lover in the unit building. Of course, he didn't dare to mention this even if he had the guts to say it 1 times.

He could only insinuate: "I see that other people keep them in big villas, and they don't live in apartment buildings."

He Shanting ignored Assistant Fang's words, and sat in a spotless office to deal with official business. There were no dusty ceilings and no cat hair floating in the air. This was where he should be.

But when the clock pointed to nine o'clock, which was almost the time for the teenager to study by himself in the evening, he took the unfinished documents and got into the car.

When he was still a long way from the unit building, he got out of the car, changed his clothes slowly when he got home, poured half a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa watching TV.

Song Zui went out of the school after evening self-study. Before entering the entrance of the unit building, he deliberately looked at the trash can, and there was nothing beside it. Sure enough, the bed board was picked up by the garbage collector.

He sighed distressedly, went upstairs and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, he saw a man drinking coffee and watching TV. He must have watched it for a while, and there was only half of the coffee left in the cup.

The state is quite relaxed, and there is no sense of uneasiness about doing something wrong, like throwing away not a 180-yuan bed but garbage that should go to the trash can.

Song Zui hung his schoolbag on the hook at the entrance, and was about to ask about the bed, but the man lazily said, "Others live in big villas, why should I live in a unit building?"

This made his words get stuck in his throat, and he was embarrassed to worry about another 180 yuan, so he held back the words abruptly, not paying attention to the smile on the other party's lips.

He originally wanted to educate A Ting to go to work through criticism, but now he could only rack his brains to find a topic: "By the way, what do you usually do at home?"

He Shanting paused for a moment while pressing the remote control, and replied calmly, "I'm making the cat read books and watch TV."

Song Tiantian was not happy when he heard the word teasing the cat, so he grabbed Song Zui's leg and meowed, trying to expose the big devil's nonsense.

Song Zui patted Song Tiantian's head in doubt, thinking that he was hungry and poured cat food. After pouring the cat food, he continued to ask the man, "Don't you feel bored every day?"

"will not."

"Would you be a little uneasy?"

"No."

Song Zui pressed his temples that started to throb again: "But you don't have any new friends."

The man whose eyes stopped on the TV suddenly turned his head and replied seriously: "You are enough."

Looking at the other party's deep blue-gray eyes, his ears couldn't help but turn red, which probably means Cong Liang's loneliness, and his words and deeds are still unintentionally provocative.

He no longer beat around the bush and cut straight to the point: "You need to go out to work, otherwise you will lose touch with society. I have looked at five or six positions on the recruitment website, and see which one you are satisfied with."

He opened the phone memo.

In the memo, there are convenience store clerks, telemarketers, and supermarket promoters, who do not need a degree in salary.

He Shanting looked at the work on the screen and frowned. Where does he have time in the company every day? Looking at the detailed memo, he didn't directly reject the young man: "These jobs have no technical content and the ceiling is low. If I have skills, I can't do them without a degree. what else can we do."

The implication is that whoever wants to go will go, anyway, he won't go.

What the boy was waiting for was this sentence. Wouldn't it be a disaster for other companies to let the other party go to the service industry? He took out a fancy night school leaflet from his pocket.

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