He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Then the whole class suddenly burst into uproarious laughter, some of the boys even slapping their thighs with laughter.

A fat man sitting in the front row turned his head.

He made no attempt to hide his sarcasm: "Yang Guang, are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

"I go there every day to mooch that disgusting free soup."

"You've been looking as poor as ever for the past ten years."

"That's right."

A tall, thin boy next to the fat man chimed in, "If you don't have money for food, go beg on the streets!"

"Why are you always hanging around that free soup bucket?"

"You've almost scooped up all the seaweed leaves by yourself."

The surrounding students laughed even harder.

Yang Guang glanced sideways at the fat man.

Poor and stingy?

I have a solid 100,000 yuan and 2.5 yuan in my bank account right now, which is much more than you kids who still have to ask your parents for pocket money every day!

But he is a man who is very meticulous and thrifty.

As for the 100,000 yuan he got by pulling teeth from the old squad leader's mouth, he had already transferred it to Xu Mingxiu.

The remaining 100,000 yuan was all for getting married and as a special fund to ensure the Yang family had many children.

Not a single penny can be touched!

You absolutely cannot miss a single drop of the seaweed soup that you can get for free normally.

This is his bottom line!

"Begging for food can't compare to the delicious food you get at school for free!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes dramatically, completely ignoring the taunts: "What do you bunch of spoiled brats who don't know the hardships of life know?"

"It's better to die from overeating than from starvation."

"Make way, you're blocking my way to make a living."

This was a confident and assertive statement.

This completely silenced the math teacher on the podium.

The blackboard eraser was helplessly tossed back onto the desk. The math teacher waved his hand forcefully, looking utterly exhausted: "Get out of here!"

"Class dismissed!"

The voice just fell.

Yang Guang's afterimage flashed past the back door and disappeared in a flash.

Second floor of the cafeteria.

A large group of students were still lined up in front of the window, and the clinking of stainless steel plates could be heard all the while.

The old lady serving food swung her iron ladle, leaving afterimages, and Yang Guang was already sitting steadily at the corner table with a huge stainless steel plate.

The food on the plate was extremely meager.

Two servings of stir-fried cabbage, a small pile of unidentified pickled radish, a heaping pile of free white rice, and a super-sized stainless steel soup bowl next to it.

It was filled with free clear soup with a few scattered seaweed leaves floating in it.

Yang Guang picked up disposable wooden chopsticks, poked them hard on the table, picked up a piece of cabbage, and stuffed it into his mouth.

They ate with great relish.

Then he picked up the large soup bowl, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

"Cool!"

The lives of the wealthy are often quite simple and unpretentious.

He had 100,000 yuan in his pocket but ate meals that cost only two yuan.

The pleasure derived from this contrast is something that ordinary people simply cannot experience.

Students passing by avoided him; no one was willing to sit next to him, and some even quickened their pace as they passed him.

Everyone thought this person probably had some kind of serious mental illness.

Yang Guang completely disregarded the others' attempts to avoid him and occupied a four-person table all by himself.

Spacious.

Just as he was about to pick up his second piece of cabbage, a figure walked over from the side, and suddenly a delicate light pink plate appeared in front of him.

Yang Guang's hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air. He looked up and saw that Yu Zixin was sitting opposite him.

Her high ponytail was neatly tied, and her blue and white school uniform jacket was open.

Inside was a pure white short-sleeved shirt.

The tiny mole on the tip of his nose was particularly noticeable.

The previous worry and anxiety were gone from his face, and he looked much more cheerful.

However, her plate was also relatively light, not much different from Yang Guang's, but it had two extra large chicken drumsticks.

But her actions seemed to suddenly silence the noisy cafeteria.

The students who were just carrying plates and looking for seats all stopped in their tracks.

Countless eyes were fixed on the four-person table in the corner.

The boys at the next table, with greasy fried chicken legs in their mouths, were completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap?"

"Isn't that Yu Zixin?"

"What's going on?"

"The aloof school beauty willingly sat at the same table as that lunatic?"

"This doesn't make sense!"

Am I seeing things, or is it the end of the world?

This is the aloof and academically gifted school beauty from No. 3 High School!

He usually ignores rich kids who send him love letters, but today he actually took the initiative to bring a plate to find the school's notorious junk-collecting lunatic to share a table with?

This scene is even more outrageous than Mars colliding with Earth!

The key point is that at this moment, Yu Zixin looked at Yang Guang with a slightly flushed face, picked up a chicken leg from her plate and handed it to Yang Guang, saying, "You can't eat so much vegetarian food every day, this chicken leg is for you."

Good guy.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

The aloof school beauty not only took the initiative to approach Yang Guang, that lunatic, but also put a chicken leg on his plate.

crazy?

Yang Guang glanced at the chicken leg in his bowl, then looked up at the cheap eldest daughter sitting opposite him. Suddenly, the shameless words his old squad leader had said before leaving flashed through his mind.

"If this kid really can't find a wife, my daughter will be a lucky break for you!"

Grandpa's.

Sergeant, are you serious?

In public.

Your daughter's actions are trying to kill me!

If the gazes of those boys around him could turn into knives, he would have been executed by slow slicing more than three hundred times over by now!

Yang Guang's gaze fell on Yu Zixin's fair and delicate face.

It really looks good.

With a high nose bridge and big eyes, even wearing a baggy blue and white school uniform couldn't hide his aloof and academically gifted aura.

But Yang Guang only had one idea in his mind.

This is the old sergeant's own daughter!

According to seniority, he was her half-father!

Moreover.

This girl is too young; she has no breasts or buttocks, and doesn't meet the old Yang family's standard for having many children.

I'm a respectable person, how could I do such a beastly thing that messes up seniority?

Yang Guang pushed the light pink plate away with both hands, just about to adopt the posture of an elder and give a few words of advice.

Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles darted in.

"Snapped!"

A brand-new red 100-yuan bill was slammed heavily onto the greasy stainless steel dining table.

The person who arrived was wearing a pair of limited edition Air Jordans, and his school uniform jacket was open, revealing a trendy T-shirt with a large English logo printed on it.

Wang Hao, the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 12.

Because his family runs a business and he has some money, he always walks around in class with his head held high.

now.

Wang Hao looked down at Yang Guang, chin slightly raised, nostrils pointing to the sky: "Yang Guang, lunch is on me."

"Take the money and go yourself..."

That tone.

This posture.

This is definitely the standard setup for a domineering CEO novel with a stupid villain.

The surrounding students collectively gasped, each holding their plates and taking a half-step back to prepare for the show.

A cold and aloof school beauty meets a rich second-generation class monitor, plus a mentally ill penniless guy.

This is practically the standard chaotic scene from a melodramatic campus soap opera!

Everyone thought Yang Guang would either lose his temper or be so ashamed that he would cover his face and run away.

result.

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

That brightness is comparable to a 500-watt light bulb!

His gaze was fixed on that red banknote.

One hundred dollars!

This is pure profit that fell from the sky!

It's a business with no investment, where you don't even have to do the errands or perform the rituals!

Isn't this just asking for trouble?