expired brother

Chapter 62 Will the kid sell it?

The classroom was full of laughter and noise, Huang Yang chased Huang Leiyue and ran around the classroom.

Zhang Xinghang was sitting on the seat writing math problems, when he looked up, he saw a furry head poking inside the door.Ruan Fangyu was called away by the eighth princess after class, and he and Lin Xuan had a face-to-face exchange.

Lin Xuan scratched his head. Although we must have played games, eaten together, and fought together, he still didn't know what attitude to use if he faced Zhang Xinghang alone.

He walked in restrainedly, stood still in front of Zhang Xinghang, and asked, "Is Ruan Ruan not here?"

Zhang Xinghang said, "Not here."

The two looked at each other, Lin Xuan said in his heart, Wo Ri, why should I ask such a mentally retarded question?

Zhang Xinghang thought to himself—why should he care about his mental retardation?

"Ruan Ruan is not here, it's the same as telling you." Lin Xuan stuffed his hands that had no place to rest into his trouser pockets. "Then what, the high school basketball league is held in the attached high school this Sunday. If you have nothing to do, you can watch it together."

Looking at his embarrassed face, Zhang Xinghang clearly saw a blush spread from his neck to the back of his ears from this position, and smiled suddenly.

Lin Xuan was anxious and inexplicable. "why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Xinghang said, "I'll tell my brother, let's go together."

Just as Lin Xuan was about to say that he was sick, he drifted off the line and inadvertently saw a whole page of proving questions on Zhang Xinghang's paper—this man just talked to him and didn't stop studying.

"..." Lin Xuan's eyes widened, and finally he cursed from the bottom of his heart. "Dog Xueba, crazy."

Because Ruan Fangyu has part-time jobs on Saturdays and Sundays, she always squeezes in Friday nights to finish all her homework.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the scattered stars were sprinkled in the sky, and they were not high, as if they could fall down at any time, filling the galaxy in the midsummer world.Zhang Xinghang has been staying at Ruan Fangyu's house since the last susceptible period, and huddled with him on the small desk after dark.

In the middle of the night, the chirping of insects and cicadas stopped, and the heat wave pouring in from the window gradually turned cold. Ruan Fangyu got up and turned off the squeaking fan behind her.

"Brother, if you write like this, we'll have to stay overnight." Zhang Xinghang said while wearing two undershirts for ten yuan that his grandmother bought from a street stall, holding the paper.

"You can go to bed first." Ruan Fangyu is also wearing the same style of clothes. Every summer, grandma will prepare two of these clothes for him. Although they are not good-looking, they are very practical. They are cool to wear at home.

Zhang Xinghang skimmed through the questions on the test paper. According to the IQs of the two of them, the questions are not difficult, but the process is long-winded and wastes time. For a proof question, at least point out the conditional logic and process. After this, 10 minutes passed .

"I've read it, and many of the question types on the test paper given by Lao Huang are repetitive." The purpose of brushing up the questions is to deepen and consolidate the students who are not proficient, but for Ruan Fangyu, it is a waste of time. "I will circle the same type of questions with the same color pen. You only need to do the most typical ones. I will write the rest and you can copy them."

Ruan Fangyu raised her heavy eyelids and squinted at him.Just when Zhang Xinghang thought he would refuse, he lay down with his arms under his head, drowsily surrendering. "Then I'll squint for a while, and after you tidy it up, call me to get up and copy."

The night was as dark as ink, everything was silent, a small open window, a dim desk lamp, Zhang Xinghang sat under the lamp, lightly moving, rustling the scroll.

He wrote the question for a while with the rustle of the pen tip, and couldn't help turning his face to look at Ruan Fangyu, who was softly sleeping and was covered with a layer of light yellow by the light.

"Brother, let me tell you a secret." Zhang Xinghang put down his pen, defeated by the temptation, and said softly, "I can support you."

"Even if you get tired of me and lose me in the future, I will always support you." In the quiet room at night, he made people feel sad without complaint or regret.

Ruan Fangyu, who was sleeping, raised her hand, flicked her bent index finger on the center of his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are poisonous." The shoulder blades lying on the table shrugged, and then leaned heavily on the back of the wooden chair, making a creaking sound. Ah, he pushed the hair from his forehead to the back of his head, waking up very hard.

Ruan Fangyu turned her head and met Zhang Xinghang's eyes, she was still sleepy and her voice was hoarse. "You call me brother, and I'll let you rely on me for the rest of my life." After finishing speaking, he slanted angrily. "There is time to think about it, have you finished writing the inscription?"

Zhang Xinghang said: "Not yet, I'm writing..."

This Saturday, Ruan Fangyu took a part-time job tutoring primary school students' homework, and went to see Lin Xuan's game with Zhang Xinghang on Sunday.

The sun is very sunny and the weather is very hot. There is a suffocation in the early morning. The cicadas are singing in the trees, and the lively and dynamic music is played in a loop through the loudspeakers in all directions.

Lin Xuan, who was warming up, accurately caught Ruan Fangyu's figure from the crowd in the stands, and saw him carrying several boxes of water and snacks up with Zhang Xinghang.

Zhang Xinghang wore a baseball cap on his head, and sat in front of a pile of things, with a handwritten sign next to him - selling things.

Below it is written in a line of small characters: beer, beverages, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, snacks...

Ruan Fangyu blocked the oncoming sunlight and fanned the wind with her collar. She was sweating all over early in the morning and asked the loveless Zhang Xinghang. "Do you remember the price?"

Zhang Xinghang nodded slowly, and glanced to the side blankly, always feeling that this brand was selling him.

This year's "Middle School Basketball League" was held in Chaoyang High School, it was Sunday, the students were free, several colleges and universities gathered, and there were many people who came to cheer. The group of people has always been active, and they are "world friends" with the sports class. It doesn't take a while Huang Yang brought a few boys in the class to cheer and wave the flag.

"Wow—Brother Ruan brought so much food?!" Huang Yang saw the boxes full of bright lights in front of Zhang Xinghang, and reached out to pick up a bottle of Sprite.

The next moment, Zhang Xinghang raised his head and reached out to him, and said flatly, "Sprite is four yuan, four bottles for 15 yuan."

Huang Yang was dumbfounded.

Ruan Fangyu chuckled, held back and patted Zhang Xinghang on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "You did a good job, keep up the good work."

Huang Yang knelt down. He knew that Ruan Fangyu loved to do small businesses, but he didn't expect to be dragged along with Zhang Xinghang. It wasn't too ostentatious to see him set up a stall under the sun wearing a commemorative baseball cap that could buy these boxes.

"Dad, if you're kidnapped, just blink."

Zhang Xinghang looked at him and blinked.

"..." Huang Yang followed Ruan Fangyu's gaze weakly. "The son also lives under tyranny, powerless."

Ruan Fangyu left Zhang Xinghang and a group of poor people where they were, and brought a small box of water to Lin Xuan and the others for "material support".

Huang Yang and the others met other acquaintances from the school not long after they accompanied Zhang Xing Terminal.They are all natives of Chaoyang. They have accumulated a lot of classmates from elementary school to junior high school. Now they are scattered in various high schools. They meet enthusiastically in the league with their arms around their necks and gags.Whenever you pick it up, it's always fresh.

Zhang Xinghang watched them come and go and scattered... He had no friends or classmates, only snacks and drinks that were urgently needed to be sold.

Good-looking people take advantage of everything, but Zhang Xinghang does nothing, and attracts enough attention just by its brand and appearance.There are still things about him on the post bar. People from several high schools saw him buying goods, just like the rich second-generation male protagonist who experienced life in a novel.

The Omegas came here pushing and shoving. They had no cash and wanted to transfer money via WeChat.He took out his mobile phone and put it on his lap for the other party to scan the code. In less than half a day, he sold out several boxes.

The sun moved up a few more points, and the sun shone on his face. Zhang Xinghang pulled down the brim of his hat, wondering why Ruan Fangyu had been away for so long and didn't come back.

Someone lightly rubbed the top of his head, and Zhang Xinghang was forced to look up.Zhang Nanxing stood in front of him to block the sunlight, and read the sign next to him softly, "Beer drinks, mineral water, peanuts and melon seeds snacks..." He burst out laughing, then lowered his waist and asked, "Such a good-looking kid sells a lot. Do not sell?"

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Xinghang has no blood relationship with Ruan Ruan, not an orthopedic department, not an orthopedic department...