Before school in the afternoon, Zhao Nuancheng was sorting out the form.

She is the organization committee member of the class. She usually organizes students to participate in any activities in the school. Her leaflets are placed on the table.

"The National Mathematical Olympiad Competition for Primary and Secondary School Students has officially begun, and students are welcome to sign up."

The most eye-catching thing about that big red list is the central black font: the first place bonus is 8,000 yuan.

Eight thousand yuan.

Meng Ting was a little lost. The 8,000 yuan this year is not a small amount. The monthly salary of Shu Zhitong Research Institute is only 6,000 yuan. Her own scholarship is 5,000 yuan a year.

The family is actually quite poor. For the sake of the surgery fee for his own eyes, Shu’s father ran around and borrowed money from his relatives. Every weekend, he could see relatives urging Shu’s father to repay the loan. Shu Zhitong could only smile with a good temper, apologize and say good things, and then delayed again and again.

Later, because she couldn't hold on, Meng Ting was disfigured again, so Shu's father would do the most dangerous radiation work.

Zhao Nuancheng didn't notice that Meng Ting was so stunning. While packing her schoolbag, she told gossip: "The last birthday of Chen Yuqing, I heard that Jiang Ren didn't go. Then I didn't know what happened just now, but she said that Jiang Ren invited the people in their class to play in Xiaogang City on weekends. Listen, do you know Xiaogang City?"

Meng Ting shook his head.

Zhao Nuancheng's eyes were bright: "I haven't been there, but I know that I can spend at least tens of thousands of dollars at a time." She was excited and flattered again, "Everyone knows that Chen Yuqing wants to show off, but Jiang Ren is really rich and generous. Alas, whoever makes Chen Yuqing look beautiful, we don't have this opportunity."

Meng Ting lowered his eyes, picked up the form, and wrote his name carefully.

She knew that the world was unfair. Some people squandered money at will, while others were struggling to make life difficult.

"Listen, do you want to sign up for the Olympiad?"

"Um."

"Have you learned it?"

"I learned a little when I was a kid, and there are two weeks left. I will practice more and I can try it."

Zhao Nuancheng couldn't help but think that Meng Ting was really amazing.

Meng Ting sighed in her heart, after all, it's 8,000 yuan, and it's okay if it doesn't work. She wants to save Shu's father from doing radiation experiments. The first is that she cannot repeat the mistakes of disfigurement and burns, and the second is to find ways to make more money.

However, she is only seventeen years old now and is still in her second year of high school. Shu’s father definitely doesn’t want her to delay her study for other reasons, but the competition is different.

Meng Ting was stunned. She glanced at the Olympiad's math brochure and suddenly knew how to make money.

She asked Zhao Nuancheng: "Apart from the publicity of Olympiad, are there any other competitions?"

"Yes, there is also an English speech contest, but that's summer vacation."

Meng Ting was a little disappointed.

Zhao Nuancheng thought for a while: "But I heard that there are many such projects in the next vocational high school, such as singing, dancing and playing the piano. Their school has accepted art students. But listen." Zhao Nuancheng looked at her, wanted to speak but stopped, and after a while, he said, "Forget it, nothing."

Listen to how you can dance and play the piano if you have your eyes hurt.

It was Zhao Nuancheng's turn to be on duty today. It was very simple for the students on duty at No. 7 Middle School. After school, wipe the blackboard and close the doors and windows.

Meng Ting helped her.

When the two girls closed the window, they realized that it was not good. Thunder sounded and it rained heavily. Zhao Nuancheng cursed inwardly.

"Listen, have you brought an umbrella?"

Meng Ting No.

Zhao Nuancheng didn't either.

There are no umbrella facilities for the 7th Middle School this year. Meng Ting had to wait for Zhao Nuancheng, so Shu Yang had left long ago.

The two girls went to the first floor and looked at the rain all over the sky, feeling a little worried. Their school did not allow them to bring their mobile phones. Meng Ting didn't have any mobile phones this year. She looked at the electronic watch - 18:32.

It’s nine o’clock in the evening after get off work.

Zhao Nuancheng was also worried: "My dad should come to pick me up after get off work, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several sports cars drove in at the school gate. The silver-white sports cars were cool, so they turned a corner and stopped at their teaching building.

The lead is a supercar.

The car window landed, and Meng Ting saw Jiang Ren's face.

He put his hand on the steering wheel and looked at Meng Ting. Meng Ting lowered his head and avoided his gaze.

Zhao Nuancheng quickly pulled Meng Ting back, thinking to himself what was going on with the doorman, and actually let the group of vocational high school drivers drive in.

After a while, a laughing sound came from the upstairs, and Chen Yuqing and a few girls walked down.

The valuable sports car made the eyes of several girls lit up.

They shouted in a pleasing manner: "Hello, Mr. Jiang, Mr. He."

He Junming raised his eyebrows: "Beauties get in the car, don't get wet."

Several girls got into the car separately. Chen Yuqing sat in Jiangren's car.

Jiang Ren stepped on the clutch, and his black eyes suddenly looked at the quiet girl who was sheltering from the rain in the corner: "On there..." He didn't even know what her name was, "Get on the bus and take you to the bus stop."

Meng Ting raised his eyes.

She was not used to these eyes for the time being, and she still felt pain after using them for a long time. But under the dim sky, she no longer had to close her eyes.

Meng Ting shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

"Get into the car, don't let me say it for the third time." His tone was already faintly impatient.

Meng Ting opened her mouth, and Chen Yuqing stuck her head out: "You are the classmate in the class with bad eyes, get in the car." Her tone was cheerful, but she didn't know what was going on in her eyes.

He Junming behind him was also shocked.

When did Brother Ren become so kind? He really cares about disabled people?

Meng Ting knew Jiang Ren's personality, and the more he disobeyed him, the more he became. If she didn't get in the car, his feet would never loosen the clutch.

Jiang Ren is eighteen years old. He has stayed at the level, one year older than his peers, and has already obtained his driver's license. Everyone was watching them, and Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng had to get into Jiang Ren's car.

Zhao Nuancheng, who usually talks a lot, is as cowardly as a little quail.

The car was very quiet.

Chen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had irritability and generally would not act clever and provoke him.

Jiang Ren drove the car for a long time, and a soft voice came from behind him: "Just under the platform in front."

The sound seemed to be mixed with the sweetest honey, or the soft water of the ancient southern town I went to when I was a child. It was just that my attitude was alienated and cold.

Jiang Ren held the steering wheel tightly and suddenly laughed: "You are really not blind."

As he said, as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the bus stop was wrong in front of them. Meng Ting was a little panicked. She was holding the blind stick that was placed horizontally and a little uneasy. She didn't mess with him, why did he hate it so much?

Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuancheng beside him, and Zhao Nuancheng didn't dare to say anything.

Jokes about irritability is terrible.

If you get crazy...

The group got off at Xiaogang City.

There were raining sounds outside, and the streets were wet and transparent in a blink of an eye. When night came, neon lights in the city were flashing.

The three big words Xiaogang City are shining with dazzling purple light.

Meng Ting got off the bus and stood at the door. Xiaogang City was quite far from her home, so she didn't have enough money to take a taxi back.

Jiang Ren hung the keychain on his index finger: "Grand student, go in and play."

He called them to go in and play, not to ask for advice.

Several burly security guards at the door knew him and bent down to call Mr. Jiang. Jiang Ren smiled slightly coldly on his lips, and the back of his hands still hurts. He looked down on them, so he had to play together.

Meng Ting also knew that he would not give up until he achieved his goal, so he could only go in with Zhao Nuancheng.

Chen Yuqing looked at Meng Ting in surprise and doubtfulness. The girl behind her leaned into her ear and said, "Yuqing, don't worry, I just asked He Junming, and he said that the blind man beat Jiang Ren. What's more, she is such an ugly blind man, Jiang Ren will not like her."

Chen Yuqing's face was much better.

Compared to the slightly cooler autumn outside, the inside of Xiaogang City is much warmer.

Meng Ting has never been to such a place.

In her memory, she got along with Jiang Ren more often after her eyes got better. He always chased her and never cared about being rejected by her. In order to please her in the last life, Jiang Ren would not force her to come to Xiaogang City.

Warm yellow lighting layout, luxurious and soft sofa.

There are several competitive handles on the table, a private room, microphone, red wine, and billiards, all available.

There are also food and pastries on the big table.

A group of people ate the meal first.

"Brother Nin, have a drink."

Jiang Ren clinked his glasses with him.

The dining table was very lively, and only Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng were out of place.

Jiang Ren looked at Meng Ting. She was having a small stutter. Although she could see that she was uncomfortable, she sat very well.

Most of the girls on the table said they were full after dipping a little bit. She was quiet and ate a bowl while they were drinking. Then she put down the chopsticks and didn't say anything.
To be continued...