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Chapter 290 I'm Troubling You, Classmate Fan

Fan Yihang walked by, causing a little restlessness in the surrounding area.

It can be said that Fan Yihang's current limelight completely overwhelms Shenmu City.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that Fan Yihang is unsmiling, and in the eyes of the girls he is an aloof male god, and Shen Mucheng can chat with anyone.

People always prefer the mysterious and inaccessible.

Seeing Fan Yihang who almost passed her by, Luo Weiwei was dumbfounded.

She didn't know if Fan Yihang had heard the conversation between herself and Shen Mucheng, and she didn't know if he would think wrong if he heard it.

Just as he was thinking whether to call him, Shen Mucheng next to him spoke first: "Hello."

It was obvious who called this "Hello", but Luo Weiwei felt that Fan Yihang would not stop.

But she didn't expect that Fan Yihang not only stopped, but also looked back at Shen Mucheng, asking with his eyes: What's the matter?

Luo Weiwei also looked at Shen Mucheng, wondering what he asked Fan Yihang to do.

Could it be that the two of them had to quarrel silently again?
That's right, these two people have never really fought with swords and guns, but when they looked at her, she felt that the smoke was filled, and she didn't know what was going on.

Luo Weiwei was guessing in her heart, when she heard Shen Mucheng smiled and said: "You are in the same class as Weiwei, please send her back to the classroom, I have something to do, I have to go first."

Hearing this, Fan Yihang looked squarely at Shenmu City for a moment.

Shen Mucheng smiled again, then took a step back, said "Let's go first" to Luo Weiwei, and really left.

Looking at Shen Mucheng's back, Luo Weiwei understood what he meant almost instantly.

Sunset City...

Luo Weiwei turned her head to look at Fan Yihang, Fan Yihang was also looking at her, the eyes of the two collided in mid-air, Luo Weiwei laughed first, and said, "Excuse me, classmate Fan?"

Her voice is clear and crisp, like bells being blown against each other by the wind, it is melodious and ethereal, with a bit of the delicateness of a southern girl.

Fan Yihang had an inexplicable itchiness in his throat, he cleared his throat without looking away, and asked, "Let's go?"

"Walk."

Luo Weiwei's smile was like a flower, especially dazzling in the morning light.

Fan Yihang once again forced himself to look away.

……

In the last class this afternoon, there will be a "campus flea market", which is also a second-hand street stall market.

Students can bring some old things or books from their homes to the flea market for sale or exchange.

The money earned will be handed over to the class leader, and finally the class leader and class teacher will use the money to buy things and distribute them equally to every student in the class.And in each grade, the class with the highest total income will receive a cash reward of 1000 yuan from the school as a class fee subsidy.

No. [-] Middle School will hold flea market activities every semester. This year is different from previous years, in addition to second-hand goods, there are also classes that have introduced food stalls, which is the class where Luo Weiwei ate barbecue yesterday.

Probably because of the influence of that class, several classes successively set up food stalls during lunch today.

Although the flea market officially started in the last class in the afternoon, in fact, some people have started to do this activity since yesterday.

Luo Weiwei ate the lunch that Lou Meitong and Meng Xinyi brought her back to the classroom, and listened to their complaints.

"Those who run food stalls are cheating!"

"That's right, how can we sell more than they sell food? The school teachers know about it and don't care about it. What should we do?" Lou Meitong held his forehead with a headache.

Lou Meitong is the organizing committee member of the class. She and Qin Qianqian are mainly in charge of the flea market this time. Qin Qianqian doesn't care about other things except collecting money, so the pressure is all on her alone.

Luo Weiwei knew where Lou Meitong's pressure came from.

Where there is activity, there is competition, and where there is competition, there is ranking.

Lou Meitong failed to perform well in the two exams in a row. If she couldn't get good nouns in the event, with the speed at which Grandma Liu changed shifts and cadres, Lou Meitong might not be able to do well this time.

If it was her, it would be fine if she wasn't a class leader, but Lou Meitong's parents were very strict and attached great importance to this aspect, so Lou Meitong had to worry about her official position in the class.

"Everyone's participation rate is not high, and some don't even bring anything to sell, just want to eat other people's barbecue. It seems that I... have no hope this time. I'd better plan to be scolded to death by my parents. .” Lou Meitong lowered her head and sighed sadly.

Luo Weiwei had almost eaten, her appetite was not very good these two days, she put down her chopsticks and looked at Lou Meitong's and Meng Xinyi who were sitting in the seats of Fan Yihang and Qin Qianqian, and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth with the treatment, and said, "Don't Hurry up, other classes can sell barbecue, why can't we sell something else?"

Lou Meitong raised her head, and Meng Xinyi's eyes lit up beside her, and she asked, "For example?"

The corners of Luo Weiwei's lips raised slightly, and she spit out three words: "Oden cooking."

……

A few minutes later, Lou Meitong returned to the class from Grandma Liu's office, with joy in her eyes, and said happily: "The head teacher agreed."

Luo Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's still early, you can go buy ingredients now."

"There is a problem." Meng Xinyi said: "Oden cooking requires a big pot. We can buy the ingredients from the nearby vegetable market. What about the big pot?"

This is indeed a problem.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and it is difficult for them to cook without a pot.

Ordinary small pots can't cook much at all. There are few things and little profit. They still can't beat other people's barbecue.

"I have a solution!" Luo Weiwei suddenly said, "Go and find Lin Tianyuan."

Before the sun set, Lin Tianyuan came to the empty classroom with the huge rice cooker he borrowed from Man Restaurant.

The last two classes on Monday afternoon are self-study classes, so they, the group of people "handpicked" by Lou Meitong, can start a class in advance to prepare for the flea market-cooking oden.

The method of oden is very simple. Boil the water, add seasonings to make a broth, and then put the ingredients (potatoes, kelp, konjac, fish balls, chikuwa, etc.) in and cook until cooked.

In addition to the large rice cooker, there are also two small rice cookers. The "source" is sufficient and the supply is convenient.

There are five people in the empty classroom, Lou Meitong who is boiling water with a kettle borrowed from Grandma Liu; Meng Xinyi who is writing the price list; Song Ningyuan who is preparing disposable plastic cups and sticks for sales; and just cleaning the cauldron Lin Tianyuan carried it back.

There is also Luo Weiwei... As the person who came up with the idea, she was sitting on a chair drawing a promotional poster.

In addition to the real oden, publicity is also very important.

Luo Weiwei's drawing skills were mediocre, but her artistic calligraphy was very good. A poster was quickly formed and handed to Lin Tianyuan.

"Take fifty photocopies."

"Is fifty sheets enough?" Lin Tianyuan said, "How about copying two hundred sheets?"

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips: "Reduce costs, understand? It's enough to hand over one sheet to each class, hurry up."

"Whoo!"

Just as Lin Tianyuan got up, a thin voice came in from the back door of the empty classroom, and said in a bad tone: "Are you ready? Half of the class is over, don't delay your studies and do bad things."

Who else is speaking in this tone, not Qin Qianqian?

(End of this chapter)