Chapter 4

In the afternoon, the head teacher's class, the old class mentioned the martial arts registration again.

The situation of Yangcheng No. 1 middle school is not too bad. A few years ago, Yangcheng No. 1 middle school also admitted to martial arts every year. There was an outbreak last year, and five people were admitted at one time.

Although class 4 of senior three is only an ordinary class, two of the five people who were admitted to the martial arts last year came from the ordinary class!

Now, even the school leaders who didn't have much hope for the ordinary class in the past pay great attention to the enrollment of martial arts this year.

No matter whether you can get into the exam or not, if you sign up, you won't have a chance at all if you don't sign up.

But the high registration fee is the first barrier, blocking 99% of the people.

It costs 10000 to sign up. Unless you are confident in yourself, no one is willing to fish in troubled waters. It's another matter if you have money at home.

So when the head teacher mentioned this, there were few respondents, and only a few students in the class who had little hope catered to it for a while.

After finishing the registration, the old class finally said, "for the students applying for the martial arts, the school will organize a pre examination question answering meeting next Wednesday afternoon.

The school spent a lot of money and invited Wang Jinyang of Nanjiang Wuda to return to the school to give a speech. We should cherish this opportunity.

Students who sign up for martial arts will be notified by the school at that time. Remember to dress neatly... "

The head teacher told me for a while, which probably meant to show an attitude of importance.

Wang Jinyang, a freshman from Nanjiang Wuda, was admitted to Nanjiang Wuda from Yangcheng No. 1 middle school last year.

However, only freshmen from the University of martial arts pay great attention to the teachers of Yangcheng No. 1 middle school.

At this moment, Fang Ping once again realized the status gap between ordinary people and martial artists.

Chen fan, who is beside him, is different from Fang Ping's focus, but subconsciously whispers: "the school really pays off this time, and the appearance fee should be at least 50000 or 60000..."

Fang Ping's eyebrows beat slightly, and he couldn't help saying, "go back to your alma mater and your younger brothers and sisters. Just say something about experience, and you have to charge?"

Chen Fan said with a smile, "of course, do you think martial artists are so easy to invite?

Martial arts students are much busier than liberal arts students. We still have winter and summer holidays. They also have to make money and practice during holidays.

If you don't give money, who will waste time instructing others?

Even if Mr. Wang doesn't accept it, the school will take the initiative to give it.

Human relations will run out sooner or later. If these martial arts students are allowed to give a speech to the school for free every year, it's OK to give a speech once or twice. With more times, this human relations will be exhausted.

Now, if you give me some entrance fees, I can still make a good score. In the future, these martial arts senior brothers and sisters will stand out and remember the old times. "

When Chen Fan said this, Fang Ping completely understood it.

Then he looked at Chen Fan strangely and said, "I didn't expect it. Your boy looked very thoroughly."

Chen fan is just a high school student. There are some things that Fang Ping didn't expect because of the differences of his previous life. This guy has a clear door.

"What is this..."

Chen Fan smiled at himself, shook his head and didn't continue to talk.

And Fang Ping didn't go on, but calculated that the martial artist made money much easier than ordinary people.

A freshman went to the school to do a pre exam answer. He lasted only two or three hours, and the appearance fee was fifty or sixty thousand.

Although it can't be treated as a common phenomenon, his parents can't earn so much for fifty or sixty thousand yuan a year.

……

At the end of the teacher in charge's class, Fang Ping had several more classes, and the bell finally rang after school in the afternoon.

There is no evening self-study at school today Saturday.

In fact, now it is not far from the college entrance examination. Some students prepare for the martial arts examination. They usually go and stay at will whether they come to the school or not. The school attaches far more importance to martial arts students than liberal arts students, even if few of them are admitted every year.

Chen fan and several fairly familiar classmates left the school together. At the school gate, we went our separate ways.

Along the familiar route in his memory, Fang Ping walked all the way home.

Walking, Fang Ping hesitated. Although this world has many similarities with the world in his memory, it also has many differences.

Is your home still in the same place?

Even if the family is still there, their parents won't change, will they?

As an adult with a psychological age of nearly 30, Fang Ping can't say it if he suddenly changes his parents.

"Shouldn't it change?" Fang Ping comforted himself uncertain.

Students have not changed, teachers have not changed, no reason, their parents have changed.

Of course, the same is the best. Even if it changes, the person is still the same person, and the family environment changes very well. For example, Fang Ping goes home next moment and finds that his family is the richest man in Yangcheng, which is the best!

Or, if your parents are the top martial arts strongmen, that's even better!

Of course, just think about it.

Feel the malicious Fang Ping from all over the world, and don't report the slightest hope for it.

……

More than 20 minutes later, Fang Ping walked to the community where he lived.

Jinghuyuan community.

The name sounds good, but in fact it is one of the few old communities in Yangcheng with a housing age of more than 30 years.

Seeing this familiar old community and some dilapidated old buildings, Fang Ping completely lost his mind that he was a rich man.

In my memory, Fang Ping has been complaining for so many years.

That's not the second generation!

Jinghuyuan community has been rumored to be demolished since the beginning of the 21st century. As a result, it is rumored that it will be demolished every year, but until 2018, jinghuyuan is still jinghuyuan.

In fact, Fang Ping only went back to Jinghu park to see his parents a few days before his rebirth.

Today's parents are younger, which is a good thing, and there is no need to have too many complex emotions.

Room 101, building 6.

Standing outside the door, Fang Ping didn't knock. He took out a key from his pocket and opened the door directly.

As soon as the door opened, the narrow living room came into view.

As an old community with a housing age of more than 30 years, the house types are not large. Most of the old houses in that year are small house types.

Although Fang Ping's home is a two bedroom and one living room pattern, the area is actually very small, about 60 square meters.

In addition, after living for so many years, there are many miscellaneous things in the family, and the originally small living room is even more crowded at the moment.

Although it was crowded, it was not too messy. The small living room was cleaned up by Fang's mother.

As the first floor of the old community, it has many disadvantages. It is easy to provoke snakes, insects, rats and ants, easy to get damp, and there is much dust. When residents on other floors go upstairs, they often hear footsteps when they are louder.

However, the only advantage is that it can hoop a small courtyard.

Moreover, in an old community such as jinghuyuan, the property has long been abandoned, and other relevant departments will not cast too many eyes here, and the yard will not be demolished as illegal construction.

The Fang family is like this. In front of the living room, there is a door leading to the backyard.

The kitchen and bathroom at home were built in the yard, while the original kitchen and bathroom were transformed into a small room, that is, the room where Fang Ping lives now.

It is reasonable to say that there is no need to transform two bedrooms and one living room at home.

However, Fang Ping also has a sister who is in junior high school. A family of four people are crowded in this small house. It's really difficult to do without a yard.

Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao will appear.

Fang Ping was squatting and changing shoes. Thinking about these, she heard her sister's voice from the small room on the right side of the living room.

"Fang Ping, you still have the courage to come back!"

Fang Yuan's voice is a little sharp, but Fang Yuan is only 13 years old this year. No matter how sharp the little girl's voice is, it's not as harsh as the old woman.

With the sharp sound of anger, a figure rushed out of the small room soon.

In a short square, at this time, there are some baby fat on his face. He looks round and staring. It's not annoying, but more lovely.

As soon as he saw Fang Yuan, Fang Ping felt itchy, didn't ask Fang Yuan why he was angry, let alone say anything else.

Without saying a word, he got up, grabbed the little girl's cheeks, and tore them on both sides with a little force.

Under the angry look in Fang Yuan's eyes, Fang Ping said with a look of enjoyment: "I haven't pinched it for a long time. I finally caught the opportunity!"

Now the little girl with a round face suddenly changed her melon seed face in a few years, and the meat on her face didn't know where to go.

This is what Fang Ping has always regretted!

The meaty round face feels good when pinched. It suddenly changes into a melon seed face. It's annoying.

Fang Ping was satisfied, while Fang Yuan was angry. When he opened Fang Ping's claws, he said angrily, "Mom, Fang Ping pinched my face again!"

In the courtyard, Fang's mother Li Yuying, who was busy in the kitchen, didn't look back. She said with a smile: "stop it. I'll have dinner when your father comes back later. I made you delicious food today."

"Mom!"

Fang Yuan shouted reluctantly. Seeing that her mother didn't support herself, she glared at Fang Ping angrily.

Then he remembered his business and said angrily, "Fang Ping, pay back the money!"

"What?"

"Still pretending to be stupid! Mom gave us 50 yuan and agreed to give you half and me half. How can I have 5 yuan on my desk? There's still money!"

Fang Ping's eyes are dull. What's the matter?

So, the total assets of 28 yuan in my pocket today are all the girl's except for the lunch?

But Fang Ping, who was already destitute, had only 15 yuan left in his pocket. Big men can't leave a penny in his pocket.

Fang Ping, who had no intention of paying back the money, shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe you spent it yourself. Look for it yourself."

"Fang Ping!"

"Call brother."

"Brother, you know bullying little girls. Mom, you don't even talk about him!"

“……”

The brother and sister quarreled for a few words, and finally the little girl was defeated, with a sullen face.

While Fang Ping was funny, he also had some helplessness. It was a miserable day.

Just for this pocket money, how did you bully this little girl.

In Fang Yuan's skeptical eyes, Fang Ping promised countless benefits, and finally let the little girl forget that her eldest brother just cheated her 20 yuan.

If he hadn't had the heart, Fang Ping felt that he could still cheat the girl's remaining 5 yuan.

Having finished the work, Fang Ping went into the kitchen and said hello to his mother.

Out of the kitchen, the most thought in my mind is: "a penny can't beat a hero!"

Just after a few words with his mother, Fang Ping remembered that because he was in senior three, his mother only worked half a day to take care of him and Fangyuan.

It's not a technical job, and Yangcheng is not a rich area. My mother works half a day, and her monthly salary is only 800 yuan!

It's only $10000 a year.

I was going to talk about applying for martial arts, but I couldn't say it when I thought of it.

Rubbing his face, Fang Ping murmured, "sure enough, there is no time without money..."

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