Primary school students of all worlds

"There's none?"

Illya blinked. "The little pocket money my parents give me isn't enough for me to indulge in, so I've always thought that when I grow up and start working, I'll buy lots of snacks and go to the cake shop every day. Now Wang Quan has achieved what I could only dream about in secret. He can earn money like an adult, so he must eat KFC every meal, right? I've heard other male classmates say that."

"..."

Wang Quan looked at Illya in silence. The silver-haired girl lowered her head and asked weakly, "Am I wrong?"

"No, you're right."

Wang Quan shook his head with emotion and said, "When I was little, I was just like you. I thought that once I grew up and could make money, I would have to eat at KFC every day. But only when I really grew up did I understand - adults' hunger can't be satisfied by just a few meals at KFC. Even now that I have my own chain of Western fast food brands, it's still the same."

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up his feature phone, typed a text message, and sent it out: "Wait a moment, I'll have someone send some snacks over. Before the snacks arrive..."

Wang Quan pointed to the TV next to him and asked, "Are there any animations or movies you want to watch?"

"I'm more interested in that than animation."

Li Xiaolang pointed to the cabinet beside him with a strange look on his face: "Don't you have too many calendars at home?"

"that."

Wang Quan paused, looking thoughtfully at the three curious students before him. "Those are the calendars I specially ordered. There are 1985 calendars in total, from 2025 to 40."

"unclear meaning."

Meiyou looked at Wang Quan in confusion: "People this year don't need next year's calendar, let alone calendars from decades later. Why would they need to order these?"

"Nothing, just a reminder to myself."

Wang Quan tapped his temple and said, "After all, who knows if my brain will still be as sharp as it is now in a few decades. So I've planned my life for the next few decades in advance, noting what I should do at each point in time. So these calendars can be considered the outline of my life."

"Well, I know that."

Illya whispered, "My brother also taught me this trick. He said to set a small goal for yourself first, and then work steadily towards it. But the application of this method should be scenarios like 'next exam', 'next cooking', 'next run', etc. Setting goals for yourself for decades... I can't imagine it at all."

"So you guys wanna take a look?"

Wang Quan suggested.

"That's your life outline, classmate Wang Quan, right?"

Li Xiaolang looked at Wang Quan in astonishment: "Is this something you can show to others?"

"Of course not."

Wang Quan said as a matter of course: "But you are an exception, because..."

"Because we're partners?"

Illya answered quickly, then lowered her head in frustration as Wang Quan looked at her like an idiot.

"Because you're elementary school students, it doesn't matter if I show it to you. You won't understand it anyway, not to mention that I used encrypted language."

As he spoke, Wang Quan excitedly brought a stool to use as a footstool, then unlocked the self-destruct mechanism on the cupboard to prevent thieves and took out the calendar. He couldn't wait to share it with these elementary school students, even though he knew he shouldn't do that.

But he really couldn't hold it in any longer!

The glory of life needs decades of preparation, which requires him to wait patiently and lock this big secret deep in his heart in the process, and not tell it to anyone even in the coffin.

But the feeling of hiding such a huge secret really made him feel uncomfortable, and he wanted to reveal the secret!

After all, he is a vulgar man who wants to express his dreams loudly and wants the world to suffocate for his dreams.

Fortunately, Illya and the others appeared. Even if these naive children knew his dreams, they would not realize the value behind these dreams, and they did not have enough language expression skills to explain his dreams to others. Therefore, explaining his dreams to elementary school students could not only satisfy his desire for spoilers, but also had almost no risks.

So look!

He held several encrypted calendars and placed them in front of several elementary school students, proudly spreading them out.

This is the glory in life that he has always dreamed of and is proud of!

"Uh? Classmate Wang Quan..."

Looking at the calendar in his hand, which showed the year 1994, Li Xiaolang pointed at a date and looked at Wang Quan in confusion. "Why is it marked here? You're going to go to Hangzhou on this day and knock down all the small stalls selling Yiwu small commodities? Is your dream and your glory built on knocking down other people's stalls?"

"That's a good question."

Wang Quan nodded approvingly and said, "But I have a better question. Why in the story of the hero and the demon king does the demon king have to stay in the castle and wait for the hero to come and kill him? Can't the demon king go to the novice village to block the door and give the hero some strength?"

"Eh? Is this okay?"

Illya exclaimed, hugging the calendar, "That's so unfair to the hero, isn't it?"

"So, you elementary school students are too naive. The cruelty of business wars is no less than that of battlefields."

Wang Quan crossed his arms and said matter-of-factly, "So I won't give the hero time to slowly level up. Even if that guy surnamed Ma was so poor that he had to sell things on the street to pay the rent, as a [Fifth Grader of Wall Street], I would rush to the scene and tear down his street stall immediately! Then, amid his tearful sobs, I would clap my hands and walk away."

Elementary School Students Team Building Travel Destination: Chapter 29 Let’s Suffocate for Our Dreams Together!

The more Li Xiaolang read Wang Quan’s life glory plan, the more confused he became.

What does it mean when Mr. Ma is so poor that he has no money to pay the rent and has to set up a street stall, his street stall is overturned?

What does it mean to open the box of Mr. Ma when he is so poor that he can only dress up as a woman to chat and attract users?

What does it mean to deflate the tires of Mr. Ma's electric bike when he is so poor that he only has a few electric bikes left?

He looked up blankly, looking at Wang Quan who declared that he would suffocate the world for his dream. He remembered that his mother once told him that there was a rumor in the Eastern Jin Dynasty that "Wang and Ma shared the world."

"I thought Wang and Ma had a good relationship, but why does it feel like Wang Quan and everyone with the surname Ma have an irreconcilable blood feud?"

"Shopping malls are like battlefields."

Wang Quan said as a matter of course: "Business wars don't tolerate any human feelings."

Li Xiaolang looked at Wang Quan awkwardly and said, "Turning over someone else's stall, opening their boxes, and deflation of their tires, how can you call this a business war?"

"Don't tell me, King Wen of Wei once asked Bian He a similar question."

Wang Quan crossed his arms and explained to Li Xiaolang, "Among the three Bian brothers, Bian He's medical skills are the worst. Bian He's eldest brother is the best. However, because Bian He's eldest brother can directly kill the patient's illness before it even develops, almost no one knows how great Bian He's eldest brother's medical skills are."

"Does it matter?"

"Of course."

Wang Quan nodded affirmatively and said, "Because I wiped out the formidable enemy before it could even become powerful. This is undoubtedly the most brilliant business strategy. It's a pity that ordinary people can't even see how advanced my business strategy is."

Li Xiaolang looked at Wang Quan awkwardly and said, "I really don't understand what's so clever about these business tactics like knocking over people's stalls and deflation of their tires."

"Student Li Xiaolang, do you still want to teach me how to conduct business battles?"

Wang Quan looked at Li Xiaolang with amusement: "I'm more than willing to listen."

"You want to learn? I can teach you."

Li Xiaolang suddenly became excited and spoke incessantly, "You can move the treasure tree placed on the other party's wealth position to face the toilet, and use the filthy air to destroy the other party's wealth. Or you can simply burn the treasure tree to death with boy's urine, or smear the other party's God of Wealth statue with black dog blood, or rent the house opposite, hang scissors, and then set up a feng shui formation for me..."

"stop!"

Wang Quan looked at Li Xiaolang speechlessly and said, "Instead of spending my free time looking for boy urine, I might as well spend more time uncovering a few more stalls. That way it would be more efficient."

"Student Wang Quan."

Miyu picked up a 1997 calendar and asked Wang Quan, puzzled, "What does it mean when it says we're going to participate in the nd Southeast Asian Free Fighting Championship? Do you know how to fight?"

"It's mainly to make up for the regrets."

Wang Quan casually said, "In 1974, at the opening of the first Southeast Asian Free Fighting Championship, Japan's heavy hitter Lei Long defeated all the competitors and won the championship. That year, I was randomly born in a trash can or a bathroom, unable to stop Lei Long's rampage. So, at the second Southeast Asian Free Fighting Championship held in 1997, I was the natural choice - Soros, he and I will meet at the top!"

"Student Wang Quan's words are really hard to understand, but..."

Miyu thought for a moment and suggested to Wang Quan, "My sister, Miss Luvia, is skilled in English wrestling, and her special move is the German arch bridge back throw. I heard that she has always been worried about not being able to pass on this traditional skill of ladies. If you are interested, I can introduce you to it."

Wang Quan was about to refuse, but then he thought of Fat Tiger and nodded hesitantly: "I'll think about it, but I have a very important meeting that I need to attend soon, so it may take a long time."

At this time, Ilya also held up the 1991 calendar and asked in confusion, "Student Wang Quan, it says here that you will be going to Moscow in December to show your skills. Is there a free fighting tournament being held there?"

"That's not true."

Wang Quan shook his head and said, "I'm planning to do some business there."

"Business?"

"Well, like exchanging shirts for AKs, canned goods for Tu-16s, vodka for Kuznetsovs, etc., because as the business grows, a group of private soldiers who can become my armor and my sharp blades are necessary."

Wang Quan rubbed his chin and said, "If I'm lucky, I should be able to find a local black car driver there, and then I will cordially invite him to join my professional team. If Putin, the black car driver, doesn't want to join my big ship, I will go and deflate the tires of his black car that he uses to make a living. I think he will know what to do when he sees the deflated tires of his own black car."

"Student Wang Quan, are you really sure you want the world to suffocate for your dream?!"

Li Xiaolang asked uncertainly, "Although I'm still young, I still understand some basic common sense. The so-called dream should definitely not be to let the air out of someone's tire! This kind of behavior that causes trouble to others will not achieve any dream, but will only make you a lot of enemies."

Illya and Miyu beside them nodded in unison.

"How could that be?"

Wang Quan immediately found a 2001 calendar and opened it, showing it to Illya, Miyu, and Li Syaoran: "Look, I'm preparing a banquet to invite everyone to settle their grudges."

Li Xiaolang leaned forward to take a closer look and found that Wang Quan had indeed written it. He wrote that on September 9th, he would hold a banquet to entertain all the enemies whose tires he had deflated. He asked everyone to gather at a place called the Twin Towers, where he would express his most sincere apology to everyone.

"I have every reason to believe so."

Wang Quan pressed his chest and said with certainty: "After that banquet, no matter what conflicts we had before, our enemies will put aside all their hatred."

"Since you want to apologize, it's not too bad."

Li Xiaolang scratched his head and said, "But since you know that doing this is bad, it's better not to do it in the first place. Deflating other people's tires will only make you lose merit."

"We can't just let the heroes level up and fight monsters, and then fight them to their heart's content after they become stronger, right?"

Wang Quan muttered softly, "Although my battle with the brave will become a legend, what if I flip over? So it's better to be cautious and deflate their tires."

Li Xiaolang looked at Wang Quan awkwardly. He suspected that this fifth-grade student didn't intend to suffocate the world for his dream, but rather wanted to suffocate the man surnamed Ma and the illegal taxi driver together.

Elementary School Students Team Building Travel Destination: Chapter 7: The Tyrant Force Field that Tramples Fantasy

Meiyou closed the calendar in her hand and looked at Wang Quan, who declared that he would suffocate the world, with a complicated expression.

Although she couldn't understand much of the diary, she could still see some of the essence. This new friend of Illya's was serious and had already arranged his future firmly. However...

“Isn’t [a future that can be seen at a glance] a derogatory term?”

"Miyu-san, I didn't quite hear you...what did you just say?"

Wang Quan looked at Meiyou in confusion, and after hesitating for a moment, Meiyou whispered, "I know it's not good to rashly criticize other people's decisions, but I'm really curious—don't you feel uncomfortable with the fact that your own fate has already been arranged?"

"really."

Wang Quan nodded thoughtfully and said, "It's true that it's not right to let others dictate my fate, but these calendars and these predetermined destinies were not arranged for me by anyone, but by me."

He pointed to his chest and said confidently, "This is the destiny I arranged for myself, the destiny I control. So why shouldn't I accept it? Haven't you thought about your future careers? I just planned it a little more detailed than you."

That's right!

He looked at the 40 calendars with excitement. Unlike other ordinary people who could only go with the flow, he knew the general direction of history. He did not need to go with the flow. He could fully control and dominate his own destiny!

Illya and Li Syaoran also nodded in agreement, thinking it made a lot of sense.

But Miyu couldn't agree with that. As a wish-granting machine once bound by fate, family, and mission, she could feel a strong sense of dissonance between these calendars and these predetermined "destinies"! But where exactly was the dissonance...

As she kept thinking about this, she felt for the first time the embarrassment of her lack of knowledge and insufficient language organization skills.

'ding dong'

The doorbell rang at the right time, interrupting the silent atmosphere.

"Go in... No, forget it."

Wang Quan shook his head. The desk was now full of calendars. It was okay for primary school students, but it couldn't be seen by adults.

Thinking of this, he stood up and said, "The snacks should be here. Does anyone want to help me get them?"

"I'll go."

Li Xiaolang stood up and went downstairs with Wang Quan. Illya, who was originally planning to go downstairs to help, was grabbed by Miyu's hand.

Facing Illya's puzzled gaze, "What's wrong?", Miyu reached into her bag and pulled out her sapphire wand. "Illya, don't forget, we're not here for snacks or to check the calendar. We're here to investigate what's going on with that inherent barrier."

"Inherent barrier?"

A clear voice asked doubtfully, "Is that what you call the Tyrant Force Field?"

Illya widened her eyes and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and then saw a woman wearing a witch's pointed cone hat covering her long flowing golden hair.

Miyu looked warily at the strange person who suddenly appeared in front of her and Illya. The extremely revealing off-shoulder and tube top she wore was very incomplete and not something a normal person would wear outdoors. Could this woman be...

"Ah, I think I've seen you before..."

Illya rubbed her eyes and carefully looked at the blonde witch in front of her, then exclaimed, "I saw you in the card hanging around Wang Quan's neck!"