Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 112: Blood Profit of

On the way to the classroom, Zeng Wenjie spoke a few more words in Russian, without any sexual connotations, but somewhat boldly.

Mu Qingyang said angrily: "I must learn Russian well, and see if you dare to speak it in front of me again!"

Then, she gave herself a full score for her acting skills, and in her heart she felt a sense of pleasure as if she had peeked into Zeng Wenjie's real world.

But how could she know that Zeng Wenjie already knew that she was fluent in Russian?
Zeng Wenjie once again experienced the joy of having multiple identities, and Kevin Durant's value continued to rise in his heart.

"You can't even learn such a simple language as English, and you still want to learn Russian? Haha!" Zeng Wenjie gave his acting skills full marks while speaking Russian.

Tony Leung on the rooftop, Francis Ng with glasses, and Jay Chou with a shaved head all had to admit defeat at this moment.

A slight look of anger flashed across Mu Qingyang's face.

She really wanted to speak fluent Russian and make Zeng Wenjie die on the spot!
But she was afraid that she would be silenced because, after all, many of Zeng Wenjie's bold and explicit words were spoken blatantly in Russian.

She is often bullied, so she is sure to be silenced. This secret must not be exposed.

It was also at this moment that Xiao Mu finally understood why novels that pretend to be cool but get slapped in the face were so popular, and she also wanted to slap someone in the face at this moment.

How should we describe it using the current popular words?

Play pig eat tiger!

So, Mu Qingyang quickly found this kind of happiness. She felt that she was just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

Before morning class, Li Jiaqiang came to the classroom and took a look.

Freshmen have not yet gotten over their high school immaturity and fear of their homeroom teachers, so a visit from the counselor from time to time can have a slight deterrent effect, making people less willing to skip classes.

Zeng Wenjie ran over and said hello, which made Li Jiaqiang glare at him helplessly.

"Although our Fengyuan doesn't have strict management, you've been absent so crazily just one month after school started..." Li Jiaqiang sighed to Zeng Wenjie.

Old Li was not a pedantic person and was very good at observation. Although he had not spent much time with Zeng Wenjie, he knew that this student was a guy with strong opinions and ideas, and was also rebellious.

I always feel that this guy doesn't come to college just to get a diploma, but just comes for the title of "college student"!
Zeng Wenjie said, "It's okay, instructor, I know what's going on! By the way, is Douge's anorexia healed?"

Li Jiaqiang was at a loss for words and said, "What Brother Dou? It's all your fault. He's been yelling 'biu, biu, biu' all day at home, and your wife and I have been asking him to call him Brother Dou!"

Zeng Wenjie laughed immediately. He liked Xiaodou brother very much. He was lively, cute and good-looking.

"I bought more than a hundred yuan worth of snacks from your store and brought them home. As long as he eats on time, I give him a fixed amount of rewards. Now he doesn't have anorexia anymore." Li Jiaqiang continued.

"Well, the safety and health of my family is more important than anything else, especially my children." Zeng Wenjie chuckled, "When you have time, you can let Brother Dou come to the snack shop more often. Everyone likes him."

Li Jiaqiang didn't expect that the young man could say such words. Although they were simple, they were the truth of life.

Before Li Jiaqiang could react, Zeng Wenjie had already reached the end of his map. He smiled and said, "Coach, can't we hold my Spicy King Competition on Friday afternoon? It won't waste everyone's time."

Li Jiaqiang nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I'll go and discuss it later..."

Zeng Wenjie smiled broadly and continued, "As for the entrepreneurship base, I mentioned it to the principal. He asked me to allocate a room for me to open a snack shop and use as an office."

Li Jiaqiang said with a helpless smile, "You really want it both ways! I can't make the decision on this matter. You should go talk to your superiors yourself. It's best to bring your transcript with you."

Zeng Wenjie was surprised: "I didn't even take the exam, but I have a fake transcript!"

"Are you stupid? I'm talking about your snack shop report card!"

"Oh...I understand!"

Li Jiaqiang verbally educates Zeng Wenjie, but he is secretly keeping an eye on his snack shop. He finds that the business is good, with a daily revenue of around 5,000, which is astonishing.

Even though he was a middle-aged man, he thought the decoration and layout of the snack shop was very interesting, and even thought that five thousand was definitely not the upper limit for the snack shop.

Perhaps, after a long period of silence, Fengyuan finally had a tycoon? And a freshman at that!

After getting rid of this somewhat unlikely fantasy from his mind, Li Jiaqiang went to help Zeng Wenjie communicate with the school leaders.

At this moment, a boy next to Mu Qingyang wanted to sit down. "Someone is here." Mu Qingyang said in a low voice.

"Where is the person?" This boy was from the same class. He had noticed Mu Qingyang a long time ago and today he mustered up the courage to sit over.

Mu Qingyang suddenly stared at him coldly. At this moment, he was no longer socially anxious or introverted, and his eyes were even a little cold and sharp.

Zeng Wenjie came back at this time and said, "Give me a hundred dollars and I'll give it to you!"

Mu Qingyang was stunned.

The boy's family probably has some money, otherwise he wouldn't have mustered up the courage to launch an attack on Mu Qingyang.

He was stunned when he heard Zeng Wenjie's words, and then he was ecstatic.

How could a guy like this, who only cared about money, be liked by girls? Moreover, spending a hundred yuan to buy this seat was too much of a bargain, which would make Mu Qingyang even more disgusted with him!
"Snapped!"

A banknote was slapped directly on the table.

Zeng Wenjie grabbed the money and put it in his pocket, then said to Mu Qingyang, "Let's change seats. I'll treat you to lunch. I'll give you chicken legs, braised eggs, and spare ribs!"

Mu Qingyang immediately stood up with joy, picked up the book, and said to the boy, "Please make way, I need to go out."

"???"

The boy was confused and showed a black question mark face.

Mu Qingyang and Zeng Wenjie sat in the back row, where it was quieter.

Zeng Wenjie flicked his finger on the banknotes and said, "I've discovered a way to make money. From now on, you take the seat and I'll collect the money. We'll split it fifty-fifty."

Mu Qingyang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then said: "I don't want money, just treat me to delicious food!"

Zeng Wenjie's amazing move left the students in Class 2 stunned.

Damn, no wonder he dared to start a business in his freshman year. He really has a business mind and can make a hundred dollars just by sitting in one seat.

"It's over, my Mumu is going to be completely led astray by this beast!" Ouyang Yun slapped his forehead and wailed.

"I've been led astray a long time ago." Jiang Yu lay on the table, humming softly.

Lin Zhenshan was also pointing at Zeng Wenjie and teaching Xu Chuan a lesson, saying, "See? This is what we call the gap!"

Zeng Wenjie raised his chin towards Lin Zhenshan again and said with a smile, "Boss, let's have lunch together. It's my treat."

After hearing this, Xu Chuan was completely convinced.

Even Wang Bo, the self-proclaimed love guru, was a little dumbfounded. He had just witnessed the whole thing and thought this was a good opportunity to show off and demonstrate his masculinity.

I didn't expect Zeng Wenjie to handle it this way.

But Mu Qingyang was very happy!

The boy who had been taken advantage of sat down feeling somewhat depressed. He had spent a hundred dollars to buy a seat, so if he didn't sit down, wouldn't he be really being taken advantage of?

But he felt very uncomfortable, because not only were the students in Class 2 secretly laughing at him, but even the students in his own class were whispering and laughing.

At this time, Emperor Cao Feng lifted his coat, walked over in a dashing manner, and casually threw a playing card on his desk.

"Hold your ID card!"

Hello.

Inspired by Zeng Wenjie, Statistics Class 2 has started giving out big and small jokers...

Cao Feng is the most active one.

He's been caught in the rain, why should he hold an umbrella for others?!
(End of this chapter)