Did you get rid of the scumbag Bai Yueguang today [Rebirth]

08:30 is the peak time for ktv visitors.Jiang Mingyu was standing at the door in uniform. Every time a group of people entered, he would bend over mechanically and say welcome with a sullen face.

The manager on duty circled behind him several times, his face getting worse each time.He really couldn't hold back, and gestured a smile to Jiang Mingyu.

Jiang Mingyu turned his head to look at him.When a guest came in, he said welcome again.

"Can you show some emotion?" The manager said helplessly.

Jiang Mingyu nodded.When the next batch of guests came in, he still said expressionlessly: "Welcome."

The manager sighed: "I shouldn't have any illusions about your face."

Originally, Jiang Mingyu was not on the Yingbin post, but today Yingbin was sick and asked for leave. The manager deliberately called Jiang Mingyu to fill the vacancy in order not to waste his appearance.But looking at the corners of Jiang Mingyu's tense mouth, the manager became more and more suspicious that this was a wrong decision. Yes, this man is a rare handsome guy, but no matter how handsome he is, he can't handle the frozen man. I didn't look at his cold eyes. Frightened several waves of customers did not dare to open the door?

In fact, Jiang Mingyu also represented the welcome post before. Although he didn't have a smile on his face, it wasn't as cold as it is today.The manager even wondered if this person had a fight with someone before he came out to work part-time?

However, there is no money for quarreling, and Jiang Mingyu, who cherishes words like gold, probably wouldn't do it. The manager was puzzled, and finally could only attribute Jiang Mingyu's coldness to the words "this is his nature".

Seeing another wave of customers being scared away, the manager had to change Jiang Mingyu's post.

Jiang Mingyu didn't say anything about changing from the gate to the corridor, but he paused slightly before passing a certain box door, raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, and put it down again.

The box he was looking at was the biggest one in the entire ktv, and it was also the box that the local tyrants from No. [-] Middle School would order every time they came.The manager followed his gaze and looked at the door of the box: "Xiao Jiang, can't you ask for help?"

"I don't know him well." Jiang Mingyu walked towards the empty space between the doors of the two boxes.

This is the location of the waiter. Although I haven't been here for many years, when I actually walked into this ktv, Jiang Mingyu's dusty memories popped up again. The familiar corridors, the fixed location, and the greetings when meeting customers ,besides...

Jiang Mingyu glanced at the door of the box on the left, and the words "Distinguished VIP" were shining golden on the door.

Looking away, Jiang Mingyu stood with his back against the wall.

What else did the manager want to say, but he has yet to figure out where to start.He didn't speak, and it was even more impossible for Jiang Mingyu to take the initiative to speak. The two stood side by side in the corridor, and the ghosts and wolves in the box pierced through the wall and burrowed into their ears.

After finishing the song You Are the Wind and I Are the Sand, the manager took advantage of the interval between song cuts and said, "How did I remember that he came to look for you two days ago?"

"Besides, you two are still classmates." The manager thought for a while and decided, "That's right, both of you are in Class 1. By the way, Class 1 is the best class in the whole year, right? I heard that Xiang Lin's grades It’s not that good, it’s logical that you can’t get in.”

"So, Mr. Xiang..." How about Mr. Xiang, the manager didn't say anything, but gave his thumbs up silently.

Jiang Mingyu glanced at the manager's upturned thumb, and straightened the corners of his mouth.The flickering lights in the corridor shone on his face, making the pair of dark pupils appear a few degrees darker.

"That's it. I checked the system during the day today, and Xiang Lin's birthday is coming soon." The manager tried to get to the point, "Our store is always in shifts, and the commission performance of each shift depends on the customer attendance rate."

Jiang Mingyu still didn't answer.

"When you celebrate birthdays at this age, don't you all pay attention to booking a party or something? I thought you and Xiang Lin are classmates, can you ask him in advance? If he can come to us, our performance this month will be stable. Already." The manager persuaded, "If your performance is stable, you can also get more bonuses, right?"

Jiang Mingyu: "He won't come."

"Why not?" The manager didn't give up. "Let's talk about this summer vacation. When does he come to book the venue and not choose you to be on duty? What is he trying to do? Isn't he just trying to improve your performance? The relationship between you two is definitely like this, Are you still hiding it from me?"

"I have nothing to do with him." Jiang Mingyu rubbed his eyebrows.

The manager didn't listen to his rebuttal at all: "Besides, he usually sings and always praises our good environment. You just need to mention about the birthday party, and he can't stop coming. In this way, I don't ask for results, as long as you If you want to say it, brother will help you pay your salary in advance. Is that enough?"

Jiang Mingyu looked away from the manager.

The worn-out wallpaper in the corridor was brownish-yellow, and there were even holes in some places. The blackened edges of the holes were probably burnt by the guests' cigarette butts.There are quite a lot of lamps above the head, but the purple light, green light, and red light are mixed together one by one, coupled with the singing singing in the ears, the word "dancing demons flurry" can't get away.

In such a place, Jiang Mingyu didn't know what kind of environment there was.

However, Xiang Lin is good at running the train with his mouth full, and he can praise the simplicity and romance of the leaky roof.Isn't it impossible to say something good to such an environment?Jiang Mingyu rubbed the space between his eyebrows twice, and slowly put down his hands: "I can say it, but he won't come."

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In the first night of self-study after rebirth, Xiang Lin delayed himself for a rare time.

Wei Nan called him twice, but he only got a sentence and waited.Seeing the classmates disappearing one after another, Wei Nan had no choice but to speak again: "You really changed your sex today?"

"What sex?" Xiang Lin asked casually, his pen still scribbling non-stop.

Wei Nan took a closer look and found that Xiang Lin was writing: When k is an even number, get the function value of the same name as a, that is, the function name remains unchanged.The character is still the same as the dog crawling character, but fortunately, the dog crawling character is neatly arranged, and there is a round dot at the end of each line.

This habit is somewhat similar to a sample essay hanging on the wall.Wei Nan thought for a while, and remembered that the example essay belonged to Jiang Mingyu.

After finishing the last line, Xiang Lin flicked the pen: "What time is it?"

Wei Nan pointed to those small dots: "These dots?"

Xiang Lin followed and looked over, saying something unlucky in a low voice.

A dot at the end of each line is Jiang Mingyu's preference.I didn't feel it when I wrote it. When Wei Nan mentioned it, Xiang Lin realized it.I don't know if it was a crime in my previous life. I have read too many Jiang Mingyu's notes, and it is unlucky to write a note even after being reborn.

"Stop ordering." Xiang Lin closed his notebook, stuffed his notebook and pen into his bag, "Hurry up, they must be waiting impatiently."

It was Xiang Lin who brought up the matter of forming a group for supper at night.

Part of the reason was that he wanted to spend the money that Jiang Mingyu suspected of biting his hand.

Another part of the reason is that he tidied up the room yesterday - in the closet, Xiang Lin found a lot of balloon ribbons, and even a huge birthday hat with gaudy English letters printed on it, and the two words happybirthday stuck together , as if a pile of entangled garbled characters.

Looking at these things, Xiang Lin counted the days and found that his 18th birthday will be in a few days.

Xiang Lin dragged Jiang Mingyu along to celebrate his 18th birthday in his previous life.Of course he has no such plan in this life, but he bought everything, so he should make the best use of it.

On the way to find supper, Wei Nan reconfirmed: "Are we really going to the side street? That's right?"

"It can't be wrong." Xiang Lin said as he took out his phone.

"It's really a small street?" Wei Nan's expression was a little dreamy.

There are two commercial streets adjacent to No. [-] Middle School. The original names of these two streets are very local and regional: Coal Mine Road and Steel Road.However, among the students of No. [-] Middle School, there are more appropriate names for these two: Main Street and Small Street.

As the name suggests, the street is suitable for Laidun, and it is a gathering place for barbecue and skewers KTV.The small street next to it is much cleaner, and the food is mostly wontons, rice noodles, and noodles. Oh yes, it is worth mentioning that there is a chain store in the small street - Shaxian Snacks all over the country.

Passing by the entrance of Shaxian snacks, Xiang Lin didn't intend to go in.

Wei Nan let out a small sigh of relief: "I was scared to death."

Xiang Lin looked at him inexplicably, then continued to look down at the phone.

The clamshell Motorola was too retro, Xiang Lin struggled for a while, and finally pulled out the calendar.

Xiang Lin's birthday is 9.12, which is next Tuesday.It's not that it's troublesome on weekends, but it should be possible with the help of parents.Xiang Lin elbowed Wei Nan: "Next Tuesday, are your parents free?"

"Brother Lin's birthday, of course I have..." Before finishing speaking, Wei Nan turned his head and almost twisted his neck, "Hey? Wait, are you asking me, or my parents?"

"Your parents." Xiang Lin patted his neck and helped him turn his head back to the front, "You must be free, don't ask."

"Did you invite my parents for your birthday?" Wei Nan digested for a while, and felt that this matter was more dreamy than coming to the small street for supper, "Didn't you say you couldn't say your birthday before? You want to ask Jiang Mingyu to make up lessons?"

"Didn't I lose my mind?" Xiang Lin rubbed his face, hooked Wei Nan's neck and walked forward, "Don't mention Jiang to me in the future, my ears hurt when I hear those three characters."

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At 10 o'clock, Jiang Mingyu finished his 2-hour part-time job.He went back to the locker room and waited for about 10 minutes. The manager walked in holding an envelope.

"For the first half month, even overtime wages are included, you count." The manager handed over the envelope.

Just opening his mouth and taking a look, Jiang Mingyu said thank you.Before leaving, the manager reminded again: "Don't forget to ask about the birthday party you mentioned earlier."

Jiang Mingyu frowned slightly.

It's past 10 o'clock at this moment, but there are still many people on the street, especially at the entrance of the barbecue shop, the rows of tables are full of people.Some yelled with their bottles in their hands, and some slapped the table to refute—it was obvious that they were just gathering together to have a drink, but they wanted to show a posture of pointing out the country.

The gray streets, the garbage and empty wine bottles on the ground, the crowd running the train with their mouths full of idleness, all these coincided with Jiang Mingyu's memory.Looking away, Jiang Mingyu frowned and kicked away the plastic bag at his feet.

The plastic bag swayed with the wind, and then floated towards Jiang Mingyu's feet.Just as he was about to kick the plastic bag away again, he glanced at the street corner from the corner of his eye.

A group of people came out sparsely around the corner, one of them had a bright scar at the corner of his eye.

Jiang Mingyu withdrew his foot from kicking the plastic bag. Just as he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, he saw three or four people walking out from the side street.The one in the middle is hugging the neck of the person next to him, staring at a certain store with sparkling eyes: "This is the one."