"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 negative emotion points!"
Zhang Di smiled and began to eat heartily. He ate pancakes and wontons while chatting with the boss.
Zhang Di glanced at the wontons in his bowl, which were only a dozen or so, and then looked at the wontons of the old man next to him, which was full.
Zhang Di frowned and looked at the boss: "Boss, same bowl, same wontons, why mine doesn't taste as good as this old man's?"
"Really?" The slightly fat boss wondered: "These wontons, they are all the same stuffing, why don't they taste as good as his?"
Zhang Di was a little indignant: "The same wontons are six yuan a bowl, mine only has a dozen, his only so much, you say, can I eat these wontons?"
The slightly fat boss glared: "Eat your wontons, why are you so troublesome? He is my father, what do you care?"
Zhang Di opened his mouth, damn, I was caught off guard.
I'm so angry. Why can your father eat so many wontons, but I can only eat a dozen?
With such a bad attitude, I can't even ask a question? Do you believe that I will ride your father to People's Park to feed the old man?
Oh, you don't even ask who has the final say in People's Park? Since you bully me, don't blame me for bullying your father.
Zhang Di smiled at the old man with missing front teeth who was grinning at him and said, "Uncle, what do you do?"
The old man also laughed and said, "I'm old and retired a long time ago. I mainly stay at home to take care of my grandchildren. What about you, young man?"
Zhang Di: "Hey, I used to run a breakfast shop like your son, but it's closed now."
The old man was surprised and said, "Why did it close down when it was fine?"
Zhang Di shook his head: "I can't get up in the morning!"
Then he ate wontons.
"..." The old man blew his beard and glared.
Damn, this young man.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 points of negative emotions." This may be the daily life of a person with social compulsion. After dinner, Zhang Di came to Lao Qian's funeral home. Lao Qian stared at Zhang Di's head for a long time, then laughed and said, "Change your hairstyle." "Change your hairstyle? Uncle Qian, do you think I have a hairstyle?" Uh, Uncle Qian smiled awkwardly: "Xiao Zhang, why are you here again? What kind of paper products do you want me to help you make this time?" Zhang Di took out a drawing from his pocket and waved his hand: "Uncle Qian, make it for me according to this, Barrett only needs one." This kind of large sniper rifle, only the old man in the whole underworld is worthy of it, no one else is qualified. "First, put 10,000 grenades here, 20 RPG mini cannons, an AK, and 100 Gatling guns."
"The more bullets and rockets, the better. Put as many as you can. I'll come to get them once a day in the future."
Old Qian looked at the lifelike weapons on the blueprint with his mouth open, and looked up at Zhang Di: "What are you going to do, kid?"
"Is your old man really rebelling underground?" Old Qian grabbed his head and looked puzzled. This is not how you spend money.
Zhang Di's face became serious: "Uncle Qian, can't I help the poor?"
"Let's go. Come back tomorrow afternoon to get it. Remember to work overtime!"
Then Zhang Di left.
Old Qian pulled his mouth and looked at Zhang Di who was riding an electric bike: "Poverty alleviation? Brat, do I need your help?"
"At least my family has two cars, one single-row to carry goods, and one sedan to carry people. I think you are the hardest bone to chew in the battle against poverty, right?"
...
A handsome guy with a glowing head walked into the high school campus.
Attracted countless classmates' sidelong glances.
Classmates pointed at this bald head.
Zhang Di found that the atmosphere was a little wrong as soon as he entered the campus.
Several police cars and private cars gathered downstairs of the school office building.
There seemed to be a middle-aged woman crying loudly at the door, crying and shouting about her poor son.
A group of students gathered near the office building. Almost all the teachers in the school were there to send students back to the classroom, and then the bell rang.
Zhang Di glanced at the time. At this time, didn't the class just end?
Why is there another class? Doesn't the principal have Alzheimer's syndrome?
Back in the classroom, the teacher was not there. The classroom was in a mess. Zhang Di's appearance attracted everyone's attention.
For his new look, the male classmates shouted "WTF", and the female classmates also pointed and talked.
"Fuck, Zhang Di, why are you bald?"
"Your hairstyle must save a lot of electricity bills a year, right?"
"Fuck, I'm dying of laughter, Zhang Di is actually bald."
"What's the point of saving electricity? The key is to save shampoo, mousse and hair gel, saving a lot of money a year, hahahaha."
"You know what, bald Zhang Di is quite handsome."
"I'm handsome, otherwise why would Qin Meng like me?"
"Don't you like me?"
"Ah, I... I don't like me."
"From a distance, it looks like a light bulb, but if you look closely, it's a bald head. If you look closely, Zhang Di has no hair on his head, hahaha..."
Zhang Di's face turned black. Why is he making up a jingle?
"Good guy, Zhang Di, your head is polished, right?" Wang Sihan passed by Zhang Di and touched his head.
Zhang Di walked into the classroom with a dark face and remembered the faces of each of them.
Don't let me find a chance to forget how Wang Chaoyong became the treasure king boy Chaoyong?
Huh? Why isn't Wang Chaoyong here?
Didn't he come to school today?
Zhang Di ignored the envious looks of others, went straight back to his seat, and asked the stunned Qin Meng: "Wang Chaoyong didn't come today?"
Qin Meng looked at Zhang Di's bald head and burst into laughter, and then laughed with red eyes and tears.
Zhang Di wondered: "Are you crying or laughing? I just shaved my head, the lethality shouldn't be so strong, right?"
Qin Meng finally couldn't hold it anymore and turned around, tears popping.
What's wrong?
Zhang Di asked in a low voice: "What happened?"
"It's all your fault!" Qin Meng complained: "If you hadn't sent me a message this morning, I wouldn't have laughed so loudly."
Zhang Di looked innocent: "You laughed so loudly, which proves that you are very happy. If you are very happy, why are you crying?"
Qin Meng's mouth shrank: "But I was in class at that time. The whole class was looking at me. My phone was confiscated. The key is that the teacher of this class is still English teacher Zhao Zhiming, woo..."
Zhang Di's mouth twitched, and then: Hahahahahahahaha...
Then Zhang Di was hit hard by Qin Meng's 嘤嘤拳.
Zhang Di grabbed Qin Meng's wrist and said seriously: "Okay, stop making trouble. It's all my fault. I'm sorry. Say it's okay!"
"..."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 points of negative emotion value."
Qin Meng was sulking.
Zhang Di continued, "If Zhao Zhiming dares to confiscate your phone, I'll find someone to put him in a sack, put rocks on it and throw him into Long Lake after school."
Qin Meng hurriedly said, "Don't mess around. He returned my phone to me after school. He doesn't know the password anyway."
Zhang Di nodded and said, "Okay. By the way, what's going on in the faculty building? I see police cars and parents. Is there something wrong?"
Qin Meng said nervously, "Our school is haunted."
Haunted? Zhang Di's eyes lit up; I'm a professional!