Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

"Ning Xiaobei, the old class asked you to go to the office. Hey...wake up, don't sleep."

Standing by Ning Xiaobei's desk, Ding Zheyang pushed his shoulder hard.

Now is the long lunch break, and it is rare for the children to relax after half a day of class.

Fan Xia couldn't sit still for a moment and pulled "Long Hair", "Squint Eyes", "Fat Winter Melon" and "Long Legs" from the next class to the playground to play football.A few girls were sitting in a corner chatting, discussing the Hong Kong and Taiwan stars.Ning Xiaobei, like most of his classmates, dozed off on the table.

Ding Zheyang ran into teacher Qiu in the corridor after going to the toilet just now, and asked him to inform Ning Xiaobei that the two of them would go to the grade leader's office in a while.

Ding Zheyang usually listens to the teacher's words the most. He entered the classroom and yelled loudly in Ning Xiaobei's ear.Who knew that this guy was sleeping so soundly that he didn't respond to how he called, so he had no choice but to push him twice.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Ning Xiaobei opened his eyes and stared blankly at Ding Zheyang's eyes.

Ding Zheyang only felt two cold lights shoot out from Ning Xiaobei's eyeballs with biting coldness, piercing through the glass glasses on his nose bridge, piercing into his own eyeballs like a blade.

"I... old class told you to go to the office..."

Ding Zheyang, who was still a kid, was stunned. He took half a step back, hiding the hand that touched Ning Xiaobei's shoulder just now behind his back in fear.

"I, I'll go first."

Then he ran out of the classroom door as if his ass was burned by fire.

"Hey……"

Ning Xiaobei glanced around and found that he had returned to the "dream world".

No wonder he was so fierce to Ding Zheyang just now, after all, in the "real world", I just found out that he lied to my father 300 million.At this time, seeing the "prisoner" suddenly appearing in front of him, it is normal to be angry.

Ning Xiaobei walked into the men's room and washed his face with cold water.He raised his head, looked at the child with pale face and cold eyes in the mirror, and slapped his cheek vigorously.

It wasn't until the cheeks were slightly pink and bloodshot, and the eyes gradually softened, that he smiled at the mirror.

This is the look of a normal "primary school student".

"Ning Xiaobei, you're crazy."

I don't know when he appeared behind the sink. Fan Xia, who was sweating profusely after playing football, and he just looked at each other in the mirror.

"You are like this, what are you doing like this?"

Fan Xia said, then followed Ning Xiaobei's example and began to pat his cheek.

"My mother used to be like this after washing her face. It took a long time to shoot 'Papa Papa'. As soon as she took a photo, my dad said she was crazy. Why are you like this?"

Brat, is your mother making skin toner?

Ning Xiaobei, who used to do marketing in a cosmetics company, was speechless.

No wonder your parents divorced, your father is a straight man with cancer.I think you and your dad are at the same level, no wonder you didn't have a girlfriend later.

Ning Xiaobei turned his head, raised his head, and pointed his nostrils at Fan Xia - there was no way, this kid was already half a head taller than himself.For the past two days, Ning Xiaobei had a glass of milk every morning and evening, trying to make up the difference.

"Wash yourself clean, you'll be covered in stinky sweat, and I'll be suffocated to death in class in the afternoon."

He said, walked to the door, seemed to think of something, turned around and continued talking.

"Let's find a way, whitening is the best. The girls in the class are using some 'whitening facial cleanser'. I think you can also ask Uncle Zhao to buy one for you. Maybe you can save it? Digging coal of."

"Ning Xiaobei, go to hell!"

Fan Xia was poked at the pain point and became furious.

"Rebound, hahaha..."

The 30-year-old Wei Shushu, who won the elementary school students' quarrel contest, laughed heartily.

Whitewashing is not whitewashing, and Fan Xia's black skin is a true biography from his father.

To be precise, if Ning Xiaobei met his father, Fan Jian, and looked back at Fan Xia, he would think that Fan Xia could actually be regarded as half a "Snow White Prince".

Among them, Fan Jian's mother made outstanding contributions. She used her fair skin to save the black skin of the old Fan's family from the fire and water, although she was only half successful.

Turning on the faucet, Fan Xia took the red Shanghai medicated soap on the water bucket and began to rub his hands.

He knew that Ning Xiaobei was different from ordinary elementary school students. In the words of the teacher, he was more or less "cleanliness". If nothing else, he would know it when he saw the neat table belly.It's not like his table is so messy that he can open a grocery store.

And my uncle also said that Xiaobei is not in good health and can't stand being unclean.So Fan Xia also began to pay attention to his personal hygiene, and would honestly wash himself clean before going back to the classroom after every exercise.Unlike "Long Feet", he doesn't wash his hands every time after pooping.

Fan Xia walked back to the classroom from the bathroom, pulled off the school uniform and smelled it, and walked back to his seat after making sure that there was no smell of sweat.

"Hey, where's my boss?"

Looking at the empty seat next to him, Fan Xia asked strangely.Looking at it again, why is Ding Zheyang in front of him not in his seat, and there are still 10 minutes to go to class.

"You want to know, let me tell you."

Wang Qingyu, the most fanatical star-chaser in the class and inquiring about it, turned her head towards him with a mysterious expression, and blinked at him.

Wang Qingyu is a fat chick, strong and cute.Although his grades are average, he is warm and reliable, and he is the leader of the girls in the class.

She claims that her name is a combination of great beauties Wang Zuxian, Brigitte Lin and Maggie Cheung. Her parents gave her such a name for her to pursue stars. This is a manifestation of "a great mission from heaven".

A talent like Wang Qingyu will be a station sister in the future.Because she has a lot of pocket money, she buys more than a dozen popular magazines every month. Ms. Wang, who has all kinds of star-chasing resources, often connects with star-chasers in other classes (not called fans at that time). information.

"Say it."

Fan Xia said impatiently.

"I want to watch Jet Li's new "Lion of the Western Regions"."

Wang Qingyu knew that Fan Xia's family had a video studio, and she also rented out video tapes.Most of the Hong Kong and Taiwan films these years will not be screened in official theaters. If you want to watch the latest films, you can only rent video tapes.

Of course, most of them are pirated copies.Now there is no sense of copyright, pirated movies and novels, and even popular song cassettes are everywhere.

Fan Xia's father has a lot of "energy". Every time there is a new film in Hong Kong, he can immediately get a copy here, so the business is so good.

"I'll give it to you next Monday."

Fan Xia waved his hand swiftly.

Although Fan Jian is not a good father, he is not completely indifferent to him, and almost every two weeks will take him out for a "rubbing meal" to connect father and son.Asking Dad for a video tape is not easy.

"Our school is ruined, but the principal is still a bit capable. Do you know No. [-] Middle School? No. [-] Middle School gave our school three recommended places this year."

Wang Qingyu stretched out her chubby fingers and made a "three".

"With these three recommended places, you can enter the junior high school of the No. [-] Middle School without the test. The old class called your boss and 'Wan Nian Lao Er' over for this matter."

Wang Qingyu said and sighed.

"Hey, that's great, it's also recommended. Ordinary people like us can only go to the corresponding No. [-] Middle School. Did you know that there is a vegetable market next door to No. [-] Middle School, and there are many social personnel, security personnel It's a mess..."

Fan Xia was a little restless when he heard this.

He already knew that Ning Xiaobei was going to be admitted to No. [-] Middle School.But isn't there still a few months before graduation, why are we talking about the recommendation now?

What if Xiao Bei was admitted to No. [-] Middle School by recommendation?How long has it been since they reconciled, are they about to separate?

"Hey, Fan Xia, did you hear me?"

Wang Qingyu twittered for a long time, and found that Fan Xia was not listening to her at all. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, so he patted the table angrily.

Fan Xia had no choice but to raise his head listlessly.

"You know, who are the top three in our grade?"

"Ning Xiaobei."

"That's the first in grade, what else?"

"Isn't it enough to know No.1?"

Fan Xia said confidently with his eyes wide open.

"No.2 Ding Zheyang, No.3 - Zhuang Li from the second class next door."

Speaking of Zhuang Li, Wang Qingyu couldn't help but sneer.

Just like Wang Qingyu is the leader of the girls in their fourth class, Zhuang Li is the leader of the girls in the second class. One of them is obsessed with Leslie Cheung and the other is obsessed with Alan Tam. In the words of later generations, they are "opponents" of each other and can't see each other. pleasing to the eye.

What makes Wang Qingyu even more unconvinced is that they are also star-chasers, and Zhuang Li is a star-chaser who learns both ways. Unlike her, she can only mix in the middle class...

"Anyway, the recommended places this time should belong to these three people. I just saw that Zhuang Li also went to the teacher's office."

Wang Qingyu waved her hand, finished speaking impatiently, and sat back in her seat.

"Hey, don't forget, the video tape!"

"Got it, it's annoying."

Fan Xia became more depressed after hearing this, and turned around and lay down on the table.

On the desk, on the first day of last semester, the trace of the "[-]th line" he carved with a knife was faint, but neither of them took it seriously.

Anyway, Ning Xiaobei wasn't there now, so Fan Xia simply occupied most of the table domineeringly.

"Boss... I don't want to be separated from you..."

I want to be good buddies for the rest of my life, just like Uncle and Uncle Ning.

Thinking that it will only be a few months before they parted, even if they can continue to communicate in the future, Ning Xiaobei will be like those old classmates in the school before, and will never be glued to him again.He can't go to Ning's house for dinner anymore, and he can't pull the tail of Ning's cat.

Little Fan Xia's heart felt sour, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

"What are you doing? Go over."

Here Fan Xia was still feeling sad, Ning Xiaobei stepped on the class bell and hurried into the classroom, pushed him away, and took out the textbooks that he will use for class from the belly of the table.

"You, you are back."

Fan Xia retracted his arms obediently, and turned his face away in embarrassment.

"Are you uncomfortable? Have you ever cried?"

Ning Xiaobei couldn't help being shocked when he saw the corners of his red eyes.

"Huh, what nonsense are you talking about. I just slept enough and yawned. I'm crying, why am I crying... who can make me cry."

Fan Xia refused to admit that he would lose Jindoudou for Ning Xiaobei, and hastily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Oh, then quickly take out your textbooks. The next class is for the old class."

Ning Xiaobei has no doubts about him.

"Boss..."

Fan Xia thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask Ning Xiaobei, "Just now, the old class asked you to go, did you mean to send you to No. [-] Middle School?"

Although his voice was very soft, Ding Zheyang, who was sitting in front, still heard it. He didn't dare to turn his head back, but only widened his eyes and strained his ears to listen desperately.

"Yeah, the teacher said I can walk."

Ning Xiaobei also saw Ding Zheyang who was sitting in front of him, his back was stiff, and he wished his ears could be turned behind his head.

"But..."

He pulled Fan Xia's shoulders and whispered into his ears, "I don't intend to ask for this recommendation."

"why?"

Fan Xia was taken aback and couldn't help shouting out.

Because the class bell had already been rung once, although Teacher Qiu hadn't come in yet, the classroom was already quiet. Fan Xia suddenly called out, which startled the students.

Especially Ding Zheyang in the front, although he was sitting upright, he was actually eavesdropping on what was going on behind him, and his ears were about to explode when Fan Xia yelled at him like that.

"Because, I plan to give you this spot."

Ning Xiaobei glanced ahead and lowered his voice.

"I'm going to take the self-enrollment exam for No. [-] Middle School. Anyway, my level is definitely fine."

He said and patted Fan Xia on the shoulder, "You go and fight for this spot. I'm optimistic about you."

I?

Guarantee me a place?

Fan Xia never imagined that a person like himself would one day be associated with these four words.

Looking at Ning Xiaobei's serious expression, he couldn't help but doubt—could it be that he really has the potential to be a master?

The author has something to say:

What to do, since the little girl Fan Xia came down from Sheshan shed tears at every turn, she is going to become a black skin Lin Daiyu hahaha.

Ding Zheyang is not in a hurry, he is still a primary school student. . .Nothing was done. . .