Sister, you miss me

Chapter 84 Campus Stars

When he returned home, his father and sister were in their own room, and Yang Feng walked into his father's room first.

"Come back..." Yang Zhantian looked up from the book, saw Yang Feng's face full of injuries, and hurriedly got up: "Xiao Feng, what did you do?"

"I fell on a bike."

"Huh?" Yang Zhantian slapped his head: "I blame me. I will throw away the broken car for everything this time. This is the second time!"

"Well, I agree."

"What car do you want? Dad will buy it for you."

"Four rounds, Japan and South Korea are not required, European and American joint ventures are acceptable. After the license is completed, it will be a little over 100,000..."

Yang Feng stared at his father, before finishing talking, he laughed first.

Dad smashed a book in angrily, Yang Feng grabbed it, and Yang Zhantian laughed and scolded: "It's all like a bear, and I'm still in the mood to make a joke. I asked you whether you want a two-wheeled vehicle that burns oil or gas. ."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Dad, the crying child has milk to eat, this is true."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Feng smiled and said, "President Jiang also saw my bear look just now, and without a word, he sent me a Poussin from school.

"Is this... appropriate?"

"I was also your reaction at the time. Guess what President Jiang said?"

"You said."

"Principal Jiang said that in some places, houses and cars are used to reward and stimulate outstanding students, so this broken car is nothing."

Yang Zhantian was also surprised: "There is such a thing."

Yang Feng nodded: "I Baidu it, and it really does."

Yang Zhantian sighed: "There really is a golden house in the book."

Leaving his father's room, Yang Feng walked to his sister's door and said, "Xiaoxue, I'm back."

"Wait." Qin Xue opened the door and saw Yang Feng's face hurt, and asked with concern: "Brother, how did you do it?"

"Skin trauma, it's okay."

"What did President Jiang talk to you?"

Yang Feng smiled bitterly: "He said he would call the whole school to learn from your brother."

"Great, how much can brother take this time?"

"you guess."

"Take ten more."

"more or less."

"Oh, brother, you are a stranger, you are going against the sky."

"Girl, look for a fight!"

...

After washing in the yard and lying on the bed, Yang Feng felt so tired, confused, and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Feng opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself in a golden palace.

The sapphire floor, gold as bricks, carved beams and painted buildings, are magnificent.

Three statues of golden body sitting high in the front are the ancestors of the Three Qings.Eguan Bo belt, the bones of fairy wind, lifelike.

Yang Feng was shocked by this magnificent aura. He crossed the one-foot-high cooked copper gate, and his eyesight stood at the extreme of a mountain. The mountain was like a sword like a halberd, pointing straight to the blue sky, just like the pillar of the sky.

On the mountain, two golden characters are shining-Qionghua.

...

Longyang City, Su Family Courtyard.

This yard occupies a very large area, with winding corridors, small bridges and flowing water, and rockery.

If you look down from the air, you can find that the design of the Su Family Courtyard is very special, like countless "hui" characters of different sizes put together.

It's the same thing to see with the naked eye. If you use electronic devices, you can only see a chaos, and so is the powerful Google satellite map.

At this moment, in the middle of the compound, a green tree shades the hut, and there is a light in the house, an old-fashioned light bulb, about thirty watts.

Two people stood under the dim light.

A short and lean old man, dressed in white robe, cyan trousers, leggings, cloth shoes, holding a jade pipe pot in his skinny hands, with white hair tied into a ponytail behind his head.

In front of the old man, a man in black clothes was looking down and reporting something.

The old man smashed two pipes and pots, squinted his eyes and said, "You said Yang Feng went to Qifeng Mountain."

"Yes, old man." The hard-dressed man did not dare to look up. Even so, he felt a great deal of pressure in front of this moody and cruel Patriarch.

"Did Jing Song also find out?" the old man said to himself.

The man with strong clothes did not comment. He dared not make any comments.

After another while, just when the man in his rigorous outfit was soaked in sweat and almost collapsed, the old man waved his hand: "Go, keep paying attention."

The strong-dressed man nodded, exited the hut, and disappeared into the night.

...

In the afternoon of the second day, the third mock test was published.

At the same time, each class used the class time to watch multimedia and advanced materials about Yang Feng.

There is no preaching in the video, but a record of the little things in Yang Feng's life.

There are some pictures like this.

In the middle of the summer night, Yang Feng stood under the street lamp with a book in his hand, driving away mosquitoes and eating sweetly.

In the early winter morning, Yang Feng held a book and sat on the heating manhole cover, tirelessly.

At noon on the dog's day, Yang Feng delivered cakes under the scorching sun.

In the dusk of thirty or nine days, Yang Feng braved the cold wind to buy flour.

Yang Feng dropped out of school without hesitation and gave his sister the only chance to study. When he left sadly, his back came to an end and bleak.

At this moment, countless students wet their eyes with tears.

Then, the screen flashed.

Yang Feng was energetic and returned to campus.

At this moment, the background music has become agitated.

For the first time, 657 points.

For the second time, 667 points.

The third time, 677 points.

Finally, there are two couplets.

There are roads and diligence as a path in the mountain of books, and there is no end to study the sea.

Painful people, the sky is worthy, one hundred and two Qin Guan will ultimately belong to Chu; if there is a will, everything can be done, three thousand more can swallow Wu.

The first publicity caused a strong response across the campus.

Next, according to the school's arrangements, Yang Feng gave several speeches in the auditorium. The auditorium with a capacity of 1,000 people was full of seats each time, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

Soon, Yang Feng was jokingly called brother inspirational by his younger brother and younger sister, and the reputation of being a schoolmaster and school grass also spread like wildfire.

People are afraid of becoming famous and afraid of being strong. Yang Feng encounters human flesh, family address, family background, family members, everything is no longer a secret.

Some people are even troublesome and built a Baidu entry about Yang Feng. There are pictures and the truth.

As a result, Yang Feng was no longer able to live, as if a star, wherever he went, people were paying attention.

There are three auras of Xueba, Xiaocao, and Inspiring Brother on his head, and Guanghua can't look directly, so there are unavoidable school girls admiring, and there are really many people who secretly promise.

Yang Feng walked on the road and was often overwhelmed by autumn waves. Individual brave and enthusiastic school girls would even block the way to offer love letters.

In this regard, Yang Feng often laughed.

It used to be difficult for the sea, except Wushan is not a cloud, Yang Feng is surrounded by top school flowers, and his eyes have long been used to be unworthy.

...

On Saturday afternoon, Yang Feng worked part-time in the cake room as usual.

Not long after, the two girls came in to buy snacks. When they saw Yang Feng, they were shocked and then smiled.

Where did Yang Feng know these two MMs, and was a little uncomfortable by them laughing.

The two MM stared at Yang Feng for a while, and the one who was more generous came forward to strike up a conversation: "You are Yang Feng brother."

The little girl's voice was very soft, and she was pretty good-looking. Yang Feng smiled and replied, "That's right."

The little girl blushed for no apparent reason: "I want cake, egg tart, pork loaf."

Yang Feng nodded, took something to her, collected the money and got change.

The two girls sat on the table by the window and began to whisper each other, looking at Yang Feng for a while.

Then, the one who just bought something took out his cell phone and dialed out a call: "Come on, let's Brother Feng sell cakes in the cake shop. The cake chef wears his clothes, so handsome, don't regret it if you don't come."

Yang Feng's ears have always been very good, especially after fusing the Spirit Devouring Orb, he heard these words clearly, and suddenly he was full of black lines.

...

On Sunday afternoon, Yang Feng accompanied Wang Fenglin to the consultation.

A young girl was waiting in line for a doctor. She saw Yang Feng opposite Wang Fenglin and immediately took out her mobile phone: "Hey-come on, Brother Yang is wearing a white coat. It's so elegant and terrible!"

Yang Feng glared at the little Lolly, and closed her eyes in pain.

...

As a result, such strange phenomena appeared.

Every Saturday, the business of Linlin Cake Shop is surprisingly good. The customers are mostly 16 or 17-year-old young girls. Sales on Sundays will plummet again.

Every week, the county hospital is the same. There are always many little girls in the patient line.

Even the school doctor's room of No. 1 Middle School was filled with patients.

...

Some are happy and some are sad.

The hospital doesn't care about this patient, but Linlin's cake room is different. Chen Lin sees it in his eyes and loves it.

Women's instincts are terrifyingly sensitive, and Chen Lin can see at a glance the purpose of these little girls, which are all directed at Yang Feng.

It was Yang Feng who allowed his younger brother to commute his sentence, and it was Yang Feng who brought business to the cake room. Chen Lin is a wise man. She hinted more than once: Yang Feng, sister Lin has been convenient recently.

Since talking with Jing Song, Yang Feng has basically believed in his special physique. Although it was refreshing, he didn't pay the price of his life.

Ever since, when she felt Sister Lin’s hint, Yang Feng said weakly: "Sister Lin, I’m not very convenient these days."

Once, twice, and three times, Chen Lin's heart slowly became cold. She felt that Yang Feng had a broader vision, and the squandered flowers were gradually becoming charming, no matter where she could be seen as a dilapidated willow.

Slowly, the boss lady returned to her former cold and arrogant, even better than before.

...

Qin Xue was very distressed, and many good classmates also asked her to send love letters to her brother.Don't send it, for fear of breaking the classmate friendship; send it, it seems that I feel uncomfortable in my heart.

That night, Qin Xue carried his schoolbag and pushed open Yang Feng's door.

"Xiaoxue, what are you..."

Without a word, Qin Xue opened his schoolbag, poured out dozens of letters, and then looked at Yang Feng quietly.

They are all letters written by girls. The special letter paper for love letters has a refreshing fragrance, and many of them are folded into heart shapes.

Looking at the envelope on a table, Yang Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "Xiaoxue, you..."

Qin Xue hugged her head: "Brother, I have had enough. You can announce a girlfriend quickly, otherwise they can annoy me."

"Announce girlfriend? Can the school agree?"

Qin Xue blinked suddenly: "Brother, do you have anyone you like?"

Yang Feng looked at Qin Xue and smiled slightly: "You know it."

"I... what do I know?"

"Know who your brother likes."

"Who?"

"Qin Xue."

"Huh?" Qin Xueqiao blushed, "but we are brothers and sisters."

Yang Feng scratched the bridge of Qin Xuexiu's nose: "Haha, you take it seriously, wash and sleep!"

"You... don't make such silly jokes with me in the future." Qin Xue snorted coldly and walked away.