Cultivation Shura Field

So he replied, "This time next month, I can have two thousand yuan."

Tang Wanghai shook his head: "Don't wait until next month. You don't need to pay. I'll just lend you two thousand and put it in my account and we can speculate together."

Xu Zhe immediately understood Uncle Tang’s intention.

"You want to see my operation?"

Tang Wanghai said self-deprecatingly: "I can't help it. I have lost confidence now. Let me see how you operate and learn from you."

Xu Zhe pointed at himself and said, "I'm only in the first grade. Are you sure you want to learn my operation?"

Tang Wanghai: "Can it be worse than what I cook?"

Xu Zhe: "That's definitely not possible."

Tang Wanghai frowned: "There's no need to be so blunt..."

Xu Zhe patted his chest and said, "It's okay. Since you are willing to trust me this time, I promise that both of us will make money."

"Of course I am willing to believe you, otherwise, why would you even prepare this?"

As he spoke, Tang Wanghai picked up two pieces of paper on the table next to him. One was a blank piece of paper, and the other was a carbon paper of the same size, both of which were blank.

He picked up a pen and started writing on the spot.

[Tang Wanghai lent Xu Zhe two thousand yuan in total and deposited it in Tang Wanghai’s stock market account…]

Xu Zhe was shocked when he saw this: "You already have a contract?"

"It's more formal this way. When it comes to money, it's better to put it in black and white. This is also a secret between the two of us. I won't tell my wife and Xiaofei, and you don't tell your parents either."

Soon, Tang Wanghai finished writing the contract, stuffed the white paper under the computer keyboard, and handed the carbon paper to Xu Zhe.

After Xu Zhe took the contract, he saw Uncle Tang's hand stopped in front of him and made a strange gesture.

"What does that gesture mean?"

"Hook and hang."

Xu Zhe: "...Excuse me, isn't this a little childish?"

A 40-year-old man who was criticized by a first-grade kid as childish: "Huh?"

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It's Monday evening and time to go home from school.

When the last bell rang, Xu Zhe had just finished the last question of his math homework. He folded the exercise paper and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Song Xingye next to him suddenly asked, "Have you finished all the homework for each subject?"

Xu Zhe nodded: "Yes, that's enough time for class."

Song Xingye: "But if you don't listen in class, how do you know how to solve those problems?"

Xu Zhe: "It's not that I don't listen at all. I listen first, and then I do my homework after I make sure I have mastered it. Of course, this method only works for me, and I don't recommend it to others."

Except for those who have been reborn, this is really not suitable for other children.

Song Xingye understood something else, of course: "Except for a genius like you?"

Xu Zhe smiled, feeling that it was difficult to explain, so he didn't force an explanation.

Song Xingye glanced out the window.

It's sunny outside.

"Then let's go. I told my parents yesterday that there's no need to drive me to school in the future because my home is not far from school. So this morning, I walked to school alone."

Xu Zhe: "Yes, it's the first step towards self-independence."

Song Xingye zipped up his schoolbag and asked, "Will you come with me today?"

The two of them walked together last Friday. It was raining at the time, and Xu Zhe found an opportunity to spend time with her and enlighten the girl's depressed mentality. But now it seems that she doesn't know a fact. That is, Xu Zhe and her family are almost in the opposite direction.

It's okay once, but if I have to send her home every time, it would really be a waste of time.

Xu Zhe was in a hurry to finish all his homework at school so that he could do other things when he got home, such as reading a book or the news, or locking the door and secretly turning on the computer... He didn't want to spend time making an extra trip every day.

He scratched the side of his face and was about to find an excuse to shirk his responsibility when he heard Tang Lingfei's voice coming from the classroom door:

"Hey, why aren't you leaving yet?"

He saw Tang Lingfei standing at the door with her hands on her hips, staring at him with her chin raised.

Song Xingye asked doubtfully: "Xu Zhe, she seemed to be shouting at you?"

"Yes, she is my friend, Tang Lingfei."

As he said that, Xu Zhe brought his deskmate to his childhood sweetheart. The three of them walked out while introducing each other. Of course, it was Xu Zhe who introduced them.

"This is Song Xingye, my current deskmate. Um, Tang Lingfei, what's your expression?"

Qingmei looked surprised: "Your deskmate is so pretty?"

Song Xingye was a little embarrassed: "No, you are very beautiful..."

Xu Zhe: "That's good. They are very sincere in praising each other."

Tang Lingfei glared at him: "What do you mean by flattering each other? She is obviously very beautiful, and even if you are my deskmate, I still think you are not worthy of her."

Xu Zhe: "Seating is based on grades, not appearance."

Song Xingye added in a low voice: "And classmate Xu Zhe is also very good-looking."

Tang Lingfei curled her lips: "Him? He's obviously a boy, shorter than me."

Xu Zhe: "When talking about appearance, don't mention height. Don't change the concept."

Tang Lingfei: "If you can't beat me, just say so!"

Song Xingye covered her mouth and laughed secretly: "You two are quite funny. Xu Zhe would never be like this in class."

Tang Lingfei patted her chest and said, "Of course not. I know him too well! He can act cool in front of others, but not with me."

While chatting, the three of them had already walked out of the teaching building and the school gate was right in front of them.

At this point, Xu Zhe had to say something.

He stared at Song Xingye and said, "Actually, Tang Lingfei and I are on the same route, and we're heading north to go home."

"My home is south..." The girl stopped talking halfway. She was stunned, feeling that reality was a little different from what she had imagined.

However, Tang Lingfei asked casually: "There should be a lot of people living with you, right? Don't you have any classmates or friends who want to go with you?"

Song Xingye was even more stunned.

Seeing this, Xu Zhe sighed silently.

In order to prevent the psychological counseling effect of last week from fading, he said: "It's okay. Although it's not on the way home, if you want to invite us out to play, we can do it as long as we are free."

Song Xingye came back to his senses a little: "Come out to play?"

Xu Zhe: "Yes, for example, on weekends. Is there any place you like to go?"

Song Xingye whispered: "Bookstore..."

Xu Zhe nodded: "That's good. I like going to bookstores too."

Tang Lingfei finally realized something and raised her right hand: "And me, I want to read comics!"

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Chapter 18 Quasimodo's Gift

2023-09-06

"Doesn't she have any friends in your class?"

On the way home, after saying goodbye to Song Xingye, Tang Lingfei asked this.

Xu Zhe nodded: "His popularity is not very good."

Tang Lingfei was a little curious: "Why? She's pretty, don't you guys want to be friends with her?"

Xu Zhe: "If you were a boy, would you feel inferior when you saw a girl who is good at studying and pretty?"

Tang Lingfei suddenly flashed her big eyes without impurities: "Why do you have to feel inferior?"

Seeing her like this, Xu Zhe suddenly felt that this girl's mental state might be more like that of a first-grade boy than himself.

He had to explain: "Because junior high school boys basically have two criteria for judging the opposite sex, one is appearance, and the other is grades. Song Xingye's scores in these two items are too high, which leads to boys who don't rate themselves high, not daring to go to her, so as not to humiliate themselves."

"Then why are you... Oh yeah, you give yourself a very high score, right? You have good grades and you're handsome?"

"I don't think I'm handsome, and good grades are only one aspect of it. But I don't rate myself like other people do. It's a difference in mentality."

Tang Lingfei frowned slightly: "Your mentality is different from others?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said nothing.

If I really want to be honest, it's "You are all little kids, why should I be nervous?", but there is no need to say it out loud.

He just said casually: "When you go to the bookstore on the weekend, you can talk more with Song Xingye. Since you also know that she has no friends in school, isn't it good for you to have one more friend?"

Tang Lingfei: "Why do you care so much about whether she has friends?"

Xu Zhe: "It's simple, because I have a kind heart."

Tang Lingfei: "Tsk..."

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When Xu Zhe returned home, his father had not come back yet and his mother was busy in the kitchen.

He took the initiative to enter the kitchen: "How can I help you?"

Zeng Jing, the mother, stopped the kitchen knife in her hand, turned her head and looked at her son, with a look of satisfaction on her face: "You have really grown up."

Xu Zhe: “It’s okay…”

The reason why he took the initiative to go into the kitchen was, on the one hand, that he felt his mother was not as good at cooking as he was, and on the other hand, there was nothing else to do.

It's best to wait until after dinner when both parents are firmly on the sofa watching TV before using the computer. It's not safe now, if dad suddenly comes back and looks into his bedroom and sees some clues, it will be bad.

But Zeng Jing said, "Come with me later. I have something to tell you."

So Xu Zhe followed his mother to the master bedroom belonging to his parents, and then watched her take out an electronic product from the drawer of the bedside table.

PSP, Sony's handheld game console.

Zeng Jing handed it to her son and solemnly reminded him, "I have discussed this with your father. Your grades are so good this time, so we should encourage you. But the same old saying applies. It cannot affect your studies, you cannot bring it to school, and you cannot play with it while doing homework, let alone while sleeping. Do you understand?"

Xu Zhe also answered seriously: "Put this in the living room. When I want to play, I can play it under your eyes."

Zeng Jing was more and more pleased. This son was really sensible!

Xu Zhe secretly complained in his heart - playing with a PSP was a small matter, but if it attracted unnecessary supervision and accidentally exposed the laptop, that would be a big problem.

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"It's the weekend in two days, let's go to the bookstore..." During the noisy break, Song Xingye suddenly asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Xu Zhe: "We've already agreed on this, no problem."

Song Xingye: "Do you like reading books?"

“Yeah, I read all kinds of books.”

However, what Xu Zhe was thinking about at this moment were mostly e-books. After the car accident in his previous life, he had to stay at home unless necessary. In addition, the Internet was becoming more and more developed, so no matter it was genuine or pirated, any book could be read online.

"Don't tell anyone, look!"

Song Xingye lowered his voice and took out a book called "Summer's Desire" from under the desk.

Xu Zhe: "..."

Song Xingye: "Why don't you speak?"

Xu Zhe: "I'm just a little surprised. I thought you would like Notre Dame de Paris, Dream of the Red Chamber, etc."

Song Xingye: "I wouldn't be so obedient. And you are also a good student. Have you read those famous books I just mentioned?"

Xu Zhe: "Yes. I've already said that I've read quite a lot of books."