When teacher Yu announced that I would be the PE committee member before school ended, there was a huge uproar in the class (Friendly note: Not Gong CaiCai's uproar).
There were those who were simply worried:
"Hey, is it okay to let someone like him enter the class committee? He even bullies his childhood friend, Xiao Qin! "
"That's right! Maybe he came up with some bad ideas to become the PE committee member? "
"But it's a bit strange … it's not strange that teacher Yu was threatened by Ye Lin, but why didn't the class leader do anything?"
There were also some who protested for Niu ShiLi:
"Why can't Brother Niu go up! Brother Niu won't lose to anyone in terms of stamina! "
"But isn't Niu ShiLi already the physics class representative …"
"It's a part-time job! Isn't Gong CaiCai also the study committee member and life committee member? Even if we need another male PE committee member, it won't be Ye Lin! "
"That's right! Support Niu ShiLi, defeat Ye Lin! Oppose political corruption! We demand a referendum! "
Of course, there were also people like Eunuch Cao who wished for the world to be in chaos:
"Good job master! With you backing us up, we can do whatever we want in 28 Middle in the future! "
"Eh, that sounds reasonable? Aren't all PE committee members the ones who lead the fights in other classes? We were even laughed at by other classes for being a female PE committee member. If someone like Ye Lin becomes the PE committee member … "
"How many times do we encounter group fights in a year? But in the future, as long as we mention who the PE committee member is, no one will fight with us for the sports field! "
Niu ShiLi, who was considered a strong contender for the PE committee member position, did not publicly express any opinions. I only felt that he hated me even more than before. Xiao Qin was a complete outsider.
Xiao Qin, on the other hand, was a complete outsider. When she heard that I suddenly became a sports committee member, she blinked her big eyes. She didn't understand how this would affect my school life.
"Ye Lin classmate, Ye Lin classmate! Why is four-eyed frog classmate looking at you with a scary gaze? "
Don't give people nicknames, okay? Although Niu ShiLi is four-eyed, he has a strong body, how can he be described as a frog? At the very least, it was a bullfrog!
As for why Niu ShiLi doesn't like me, there are many reasons. For example, I scored one point higher than him in physics during the midterm exam, and I competed with him in pull-ups during PE class. Now that I am also a member of the class committee, and compared to the class representative, the PE committee seems to be closer to the core of the class committee's power, at least more work will be assigned to my shoulders.
To be more specific, he would have to be a coolie, carrying shot put, barbells, and hurdle frames to the sports equipment room?
"Will you join the class committee?" Xiao Qin tilted her head and pretended to be in deep thought. "I heard that the class committee seems to be called the hawks and dogs of the imperial court?"
Eh? Don't be fooled by the fact that you haven't been to school for many years, but you've summed it up quite well. But I wasn't interested in being the school leader's dog, and Shu Sha had already taken the position of Eagle …
Wait a minute! Wasn't it too rash to assign the eagle to Shu Sha? Doesn't that mean I'm only left with dogs to choose from? I'm an all-powerful Iron Blood Lone Wolf, why should I be tamed by Shu Sha and become a useless watchdog? Don't look down on me! Can you afford the price of raising a wolf? If you don't feed it enough, the wolf will eat you!
I originally thought that becoming the PE committee member would be a big challenge for me. The previous black sheep suddenly became the one maintaining order. It was almost like the change of Liangshan being recruited by the imperial court.
I never thought that this change would be nothing compared to the stormy waves I was about to face.
Now that I think about it, the time that changed my fate should have been last Friday, which was the day before I went to the movies with Xiao Qin and the others.
That day was very ordinary. I just carefully returned Xiao Qin's school uniform, sneakers, and underwear that she left at home. I wrapped them in three layers of black plastic bags and carefully returned them to her.
"Um … you don't actually have to return the underwear to me …"
I clearly remember that I used a disgusted expression to attack Xiao Qin's infatuated behavior.
The only unusual thing was that Eunuch Cao came to look for me on behalf of Director Cao. He asked me if I was willing to play the role of Jin Ling Young Thug's youth in the short film "Bloody Battle of Jin Ling". Anyway, the current actor "Depressed Bro" Wu Sheng was chosen by Director Cao based on my appearance. Let alone playing the role of his youth, he could even disguise as him with makeup.
The reason why Director Cao had this idea was because although depressed bro's acting skills weren't bad, he didn't have any muscles. For a kungfu movie, it always felt like something was missing. Director Cao hoped I could make a cameo appearance and show some flesh to attract attention.
I always felt like Director Cao still hadn't given up on the idea of making me a male lead in an AV film. Also, I deeply doubted his claim that he wanted me to show off my muscles. No one can guarantee whether the scenes Director Cao wants me to show off are fighting scenes or sex scenes.
Seeing my lack of interest, Eunuch Cao said something that sounded strange to me now:
"Leader, don't be so sure! Some people can't even get this kind of opportunity even if they want it! Think about it, if the audience is willing to support you, you can soar to become an international superstar. Then wouldn't you be able to eat well and piss off the people who treated you badly in the past? "
"Who treated me badly?"
"Um … I was just saying it casually, don't get angry. I just think that if master becomes famous and rich, wouldn't your heartless mother who ran to America be filled with regret?"
I admit that I was moved at the time and felt that the future Eunuch Cao described for me was worth looking forward to.
Actually, I don't really have any deep hatred towards my birth mother who abandoned me because I never loved her, so I don't really hate her. Dad, on the other hand, had even more reason to hate her. However, my useless and often drunk dad had probably left a sacred place for my birth mother in a corner of his heart that couldn't be violated.
That's right, I don't even know my birth mother's name.
My dad might have mentioned it to me before, but I forgot.
Maybe I'm not good at remembering names, or maybe I purposely forgot.
I felt like I didn't care about her, other than bringing me into this world, her life had nothing to do with mine. It was like the meaning of being pregnant for ten months, it was just to end our biological relationship as mother and son.
But today when Eunuch Cao suddenly mentioned her, it made me realize that I still care about her a little.
At least, for a short moment, I fantasized about using the screen as a tool to let her know that my father and I were doing well, and that I could live well without her.
On Friday, it seemed like a very inauspicious omen to casually mention the woman who abandoned her husband and son.
But at the time, I didn't notice the approaching storm. After eating dinner at home, I was still talking to the thermos that Xiao Qin left behind (there was a listening device inside) as usual, making my dad think I was crazy.
Then Ai Mi called me.
She first scolded me for not personally sending Obama back that day (because the class leader and I encountered a hoodlum), then she asked me if I broke up with Xiao Qin, and finally mentioned the real reason she called me — — she ran out of practice books to copy the Bible, and she needed new ones.
Not only was it a problem of running out of stock, the original date to check the practice books was set for Saturday, but this time because Ai Mi's mother had a contract discussion on Saturday, the inspection was brought forward to Friday.
Brought forward? Why didn't you say so earlier! Look at what time it is! It's almost nine o 'clock in the evening!
Doesn't your mother always ask you to fax the practice books at ten o 'clock in the evening (ten o' clock in China is ten o 'clock in the morning in the US)? There's only an hour to prepare, where am I going to find someone to copy it for you!
And based on your current relationship with Xiao Qin, if she finds out that copying the Bible is to help you, she will definitely turn around and not do it!
"I don't care! Anyway, the manservant has to think of a way! "
Ai Mi seemed to be quite dissatisfied that I didn't break up with Xiao Qin.
It had only been a few days since I used Ai Mi's credit card to pay for brother Gang's medical expenses. I was in a state of 'I have to act on favors', so even if Ai Mi was very fierce towards me, I still had to help her.
But there was too little time! If I include the taxi ride to Qing Zi Academy, I only had less than half an hour left. Where can I find a copyist with the same level of skill as Xiao Qin in half an hour?
After thinking about it, I could only use my dad's butcher knife to kill the chicken.
I previously said that my dad's pen writing was good enough to be exported to earn foreign exchange.
So in order to make the practice books more believable, I told my dad to write with his left hand, which he wasn't used to, and told him: "It's best to imitate the level of a sixth grade girl."
My dad's request was very strange, but because I don't often ask my dad to do things for me, he readily agreed.
But he wasn't as happy when he wrote.
Seeing how strenuous it was for my dad to write, I realized that calligraphers purposely write badly, just like how it was difficult for me to write myself well.
My dad's face was distorted and he was sweating profusely in order to write badly. When he finally handed me the finished product, he was already exhausted and gasping for breath on the sofa.
His handwriting was still better than mine.
Even if he used his left hand, even if he deliberately wrote ugly.
Especially in the last few pages, there were a few words that were exactly the same as my dad's right hand, the strokes were vigorous and powerful, it was extremely handsome.
I hope Ai Mi's mother won't look so serious? The first few pages can still fool her.
And even if this little trick was exposed, how serious could the consequences be? At most, Ai Mi would be scolded, and from then on, she could only practice writing by herself.
It turns out that I was gravely wrong.
This world was also gravely wrong.
For a long time, I actually had to fight against my own mother.
She was aloof, as merciless as the snow in Alaska. She was well aware of the dark side of humans, and would do anything to achieve her goals. When she moved towards her goals, there was no unnecessary hesitation in her heart.
Pity and sympathy did not appear in her dictionary at all.
She would use anything that could be used, even if it was someone else's love for her.
She rewarded loyalty and punished betrayal, but she would not love, she would never love anyone other than herself.
She should be the woman wearing a wedding dress and wearing a haughty expression that my dad hid in his old photo album. She should be the culprit who broke my dad's heart into a thousand pieces.
I couldn't help but remember the name of this terrifying enemy — — her name was Ai ShuQiao.
She was my and Ai Mi's birth mother.
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