When Teacher Yu announced before school that I would serve as the sports committee member, there was an uproar in the class (friendly reminder: it was not Gong Caicai's fault).

Some simply expressed concern:

"Hey, doesn't it matter if someone like him is allowed to join the class committee? He even bullies his childhood sweetheart Xiao Qin!"

"Yes, yes! Maybe you have some bad idea when you want to be a sports committee member, right?"

"But it's a bit strange... It's not unusual for Teacher Yu to be coerced by Ye Lin, but why doesn't the monitor care?"

There are also some people who are complaining about Niu Shili:

"Why don't you let Brother Niu go? Brother Niu won't lose to anyone in terms of physical strength!"

"But hasn't Niu Shili already served as the physics class representative..."

"It's a part-time job! Isn't Gong Caicai also a study committee member and a life committee member? Even if we need to add another male sports committee member, it won't be Ye Lin's turn!"

"Yes! Support Niu Shili and defeat Ye Lin! Oppose political shadyism! We demand a referendum!"

Of course, there are also people like Eunuch Cao who fear that the world will not be in chaos:

"Well done, Master! With your support, we can go sideways in No. 28 Middle School from now on!"

"Hey, does it sound reasonable? Is it the sports committee that takes the lead in gang fights in other classes? Our sports committee is female and has been laughed at by other classes. If someone as good as Ye Lin becomes the sports committee..."

"How many times a year can we get into group fights? But from now on, as long as we mention who is the sports committee member of our class, no one will dare to take over the sports ground from us!"

Niu Shili, who was at the center of the whirlpool and was considered a strong contender for the Sports Committee post, did not publicly express any opinions. I just intuitively felt that he hated me more than before.

Xiaoqin was a complete outsider. When she heard that I suddenly became a sports committee member, she suddenly flashed her big eyes and didn't understand what impact this would have on my future campus life.

"Classmate Ye Lin, classmate Ye Lin! Why is the four-eyed frog looking at you with a scary look?"

Can you please stop giving people nicknames? Although Niu Shili has four eyes, he is strong and strong, so how can he be described as a frog? At least he is also a bullfrog!

There are many reasons why Niu Shili doesn't like me. For example, my physics score in the midterm exam was one point higher than his, and I competed with him in pull-ups in physical education class. Now I am also a member of the class committee.

, and the sports committee seems to be closer to the core of power of the class committee than the class representative, at least more work will be assigned to my shoulders.

Specifically, working as a coolie to carry the shot put, barbell and hurdle frame in the sports equipment room?

"Will Ye Lin join the class committee?" Xiaoqin tilted her head as if thinking seriously about the problem, "I heard that the class committee is called the eagle dog of the imperial court?"

Eh? Even though you haven’t been in school for a few years, you’ve summed it up pretty well? But I’m not interested in being a flying eagle lackey for the school leaders, and Shusha has already taken the position of an eagle...

Wait! Is it too hasty to assign the eagle to Shusha casually? Doesn’t this mean that I only have dogs to choose from? Why should I, this all-powerful iron-blooded lone wolf, be tamed and treated as a worthless dog by Shusha?

Watchdog? Don’t underestimate people! Can you afford to raise a wolf? If you don’t feed enough, the wolf will eat people!

I originally thought that serving as the Sports Committee would be a very important challenge for me. The black sheep in the past suddenly became the one who maintained order. This was as big a change as being recruited by the imperial court in Liangshan.

I never thought that this change would be nothing compared to the stormy waves I was about to face.

Looking back, this incident that changed my destiny should have really happened last Friday, which was the day before Xiaoqin and others went to see a movie.

That day was very ordinary. I just left Xiaoqin’s school uniform, sneakers, and underwear at my house, wrapped them in a three-layer black plastic bag, and carefully returned them to her.

"Um...actually you don't need to return the underwear to me..."

I clearly remember that I severely hit Xiaoqin’s nymphomaniac behavior with a disgusted expression.

The only thing that was a little unusual was that Eunuch Cao came to me on behalf of Director Cao and asked me if I would like to play the youth of Jinling's bad boy in the micro-movie "The Battle of Jinling" - anyway, the current actor "Melancholic Brother" Wu Sheng,

Director Cao chose me based on my appearance at that time. Let alone playing the role of youth, there is no problem in putting on makeup and directly pretending to be him.

The reason why Director Cao had this idea is that although Brother Melancholy's acting skills are pretty good, he doesn't have much muscle on his body, which is something shortcomings for a Kung Fu movie. Director Cao hopes that I can make a cameo and show some flesh to attract attention.

I always feel that Director Cao has not given up on the idea of ​​me becoming an porn actor, and I am deeply suspicious of his so-called "want me to show my muscles". No one can guarantee where Director Cao wants me to show my flesh.

Is it a fight scene or a sex scene?

Seeing my lack of interest, Eunuch Cao said something very strange to me now:

"Master, please don't keep talking! Some people want this kind of opportunity but can't get it! Think about it, if the audience is willing to support you, you will become an international superstar in the future, and you can be popular and drink spicy food."

Yes, are you so angry at those people who treated you badly in the past?"

"Who treated me badly?"

"That...disciple, I just said it casually, don't be angry, I think, master, if you become famous and get rich, won't your heartless old lady who ran to the United States regret it?

"

I admit that I had a thought at that time and felt that the future that Eunuch Cao described to me was quite worth looking forward to.

In fact, I don't necessarily have much deep emotional hatred for my biological mother who abandoned me, because I never loved her, so I can't say how much I hate her. My father has more reason to hate her, but that useless one is always drunk.

Dad, I'm afraid he still has left a sacred place for my biological mother in a corner of my heart that cannot be violated.

By the way, I don’t even know the name of my biological mother.

Dad may have mentioned it to me, but I forgot.

Maybe I'm not good at remembering people's names, or maybe I forgot them on purpose.

I feel like I don't care about her. Apart from bringing me into this world, her life has no intersection with mine. It's like the meaning of being pregnant for ten months is just to let us, the biological mother and child, end here.

But today, Eunuch Cao suddenly mentioned her, which made me realize that I still care about her a little bit.

At least, for an extremely short moment, I fantasized about using the screen as a tool to let her know that my father and I were living well, and that I could live well without her.

On Friday, casually mentioning this woman who abandoned her husband and son seemed to be a very unlucky omen.

But at that time, I was completely unaware of the storm that was about to hit the shore. After dinner at home, I still routinely talked all kinds of nonsense to the rice cooker left by Xiaoqin (with a bug inside), which made my father

He thought I had a brain convulsion and was insane.

Then Amy called me.

She first blamed me for not sending Obama back in person that day (because the squad leader and I met the gangsters who were following us), then asked me if I had broken up with Xiaoqin, and finally mentioned the real purpose of her calling me - to copy the Bible.

The stock of calligraphy practice grid books has been exhausted and she needs new ones.

Not only was the problem of running out of inventory, the original date for checking the calligraphy script was set on Saturday, but this time because Amy's mother had to negotiate the contract on Saturday, the check was moved forward to Friday.

Ahead of time? You didn’t tell me earlier! Look what time it is now! It’s almost nine o’clock now!

Doesn’t your mother always ask you to fax your calligraphy script at ten o’clock in the evening (ten o’clock in the evening in China is exactly ten o’clock in the morning in the United States)? You only have one hour of preparation time. Where can I find someone to copy it for you?

ah!

And based on your current relationship with Xiaoqin, if she knew that copying the Bible was a favor to you, she would definitely turn her back on it!

"I don't care! Anyway, the valet is responsible for finding a solution!"

Amy seemed quite dissatisfied with me for not breaking up with Xiaoqin.

At that time, it had not been a few days since I used Amy's credit card to help Brother Gang pay for medical expenses. I was completely in the state of "eating people with short mouths and taking people with short hands", so even if Amy spoke harshly to me, I would not

I had to help her with this.

But there is so little time! Including my taxi ride to Qingzi Academy, I only have less than half an hour left. In half an hour, where can I find someone who is on the same level as Xiao Qin?

Where is the scribe?

After much deliberation, I had no choice but to use my father’s knife to kill the chicken.

I have said before that my father's pen calligraphy is so good that it can be exported to earn foreign exchange.

So in order to make the calligraphy practice script more believable, I asked my father to write with his unaccustomed left hand and told him: "It's best to imitate the level of a sixth-grade girl."

My father's request to me was very strange, but because I don't often ask my father to do things for me, he agreed happily.

But he was not so happy when he wrote.

Seeing how hard my dad was writing, I realized that calligraphers intentionally write bad words just as hard as me trying to write well.

My father was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely because of his poor handwriting. When he finally handed the finished product to me, he was exhausted and sat on the sofa panting.

This handwriting is still better than mine.

Even if you use your left hand, even if you deliberately write in an ugly way.

Especially when writing the last few pages, there are occasionally a few words that are exactly the same as what my father wrote with his right hand. The pen is powerful and powerful and penetrates the back of the paper. It is so handsome.

I hope Amy’s mother won’t take it so seriously, right? You can still fool around with it in the first few pages.

And even if this little trick is exposed, how serious can the consequences be? At most, Amy will be scolded and will have to practice calligraphy by herself from now on, right?

It turns out I was terribly wrong.

This world is also terribly wrong.

In the next long time, I actually had to fight with my biological mother.

She is aloof and as ruthless as the ice and snow in Alaska. She is well aware of the dark side of human beings and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. When she moves towards her goals, she does not have any unnecessary hesitation in her heart.

Pity and sympathy did not appear in her dictionary at all.

She will use anything she can use, even other people's love for her.

She rewards loyalty and punishes betrayal, but she cannot love, and she will never love anyone other than herself.

She should be the woman in a wedding dress with a proud expression that Dad hid in his old photo album. She should be the culprit who left Dad's heart full of holes.

I can't help but remember the name of this terrible enemy - her name is Ai Shuqiao.
Chapter completed!