Chapter 60 Forced to become a migrant worker [Recommendation for reading monthly ticket]

Imperial No. 3 Middle School, ten o'clock in the evening.

Wang Yu ended the day's evening self-study with satisfaction.

As the monitor of Class 1 and the top student in the second year of high school, Wang Yu has very strict requirements for himself.

Not only the daily homework set by the teachers must be completed perfectly, but the additional difficult exercises for yourself are also indispensable.

Only in this way can he lead all the way and maintain his impressive performance of being first in the grade.

And for some reason, today's results were particularly good. It only took him half an hour to master a new problem-solving idea perfectly.

This made him extremely happy.

After exchanging pleasantries with a few close classmates, Wang Yu walked out of the class.

Get ready to go back to the dormitory to wash up and have a perfect end to this fulfilling day.

However, when he just walked out of the classroom, his mind was a little lost.

If it were normal, there would definitely be students walking back in twos and threes in the corridor outside the classroom at this moment, and a group of students would stay in the classroom for a few more minutes to ink, and then go back to the dormitory after the crowd is gone.

There definitely won't be too many people in the corridor.

But today, not only were the corridors full of students, but there were also many students who were hurriedly rushing forward at an excruciatingly fast pace.

‘What happened?’ Wang Yu didn’t know why.

Looking at the Wuyang Wuyang student in front of him, he was a little curious for a moment.

'How about we go over and have a look?'

With a trace of doubt, Wang Yu also moved forward with the flow of people.

As the distance shortened, a faint aroma drifted into his nose.

'It smells so good!'

'Is this someone cooking in the classroom?'

For no apparent reason, Wang Yu's stomach moved, and a sense of hunger arose spontaneously.

And the students around him were no better.

"I smelled this fragrance just now in the classroom. I thought I would finish my evening self-study immediately to see what was going on, but the classes in front of me blocked the corridor. Class 9 is so disrespectful!"

"Why Class 9?"

"Who else could they be? News came from the front just now. It's that Class 9 is studying for self-cooking in the evening, which makes all the sophomores in high school very hungry!"

"But it's okay. At least after the offensive from the previous classes, Class 9 compromised and said that students from other classes are welcome to dine in Class 9."

"So you are all waiting to go to Class 9 for dinner?" Wang Yu pushed up his glasses and said curiously.

"Otherwise?" The other party replied casually: "It tastes so good, and you can get it for free, so why not eat it?"

Other students nodded.

Wang Yu suddenly realized that after working for a long time, he was really cooking. Although it was a bit strange, it didn't seem very out of place in Class 9.

After gently rubbing his belly, Wang Yu decided to sleep for a while tonight.

Having already reached this position, he wanted to try what kind of dinner Team 9 made.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys line up, don't grab, don't grab, we made a big pot today, make sure everyone can get a bowl, bah!

Make sure everyone gets a small portion of a bowl of rice!"

In Class 9, the squad leader stood on the table with a sad face, holding a frying spoon and an aluminum basin, banging them constantly while mumbling something.

Below him, there was a long queue of people. Students from other classes looked expectantly at the large wok not far ahead.

I swallowed from time to time. Occasionally, a few students who did not follow martial arts ethics would sneak into the queue, causing the queue to become somewhat chaotic for a while.

As for the other students in Class 9, they were scattered around the fried rice, either trying their best to maintain order, or holding a spoon and serving rice to the students who were queuing up.

Their teacher Ren, on the other hand, stood aside with a cup of tea and looked at the scene with a smile.

During this period, I also chatted with the head teachers of other classes.

For a moment, the squad leader really wanted to get bloodied with Ren Yan.

He really couldn't figure out how his head teacher could care for the students in every possible way and yet be so inhumane.

Since the end of the evening self-study get out of class, Class 9 has attracted a lot of foreign students because of the delicious smell of risotto.

At first, everyone was a little embarrassed to watch Class Nine eating and drinking outside. Although it was a bit uncomfortable to be watched by a large number of people, Class Nine had long been used to it after seeing strong winds and waves.

He said that these were just small scenes and could not shake their determination to work hard at all.

But when there were more people watching, the situation reversed. These foreign class guys began to resist their very tempting behavior, and threatened to use facts to prove that cooking in the classroom is wrong!

It’s not conducive to the unity of all high school students!

They want to use their own stomachs to stop this 'catastrophe', and they also want to join the ranks of Class 9!

There were even many students who spent their little pocket money to buy such a meal.

Originally, in fact, this matter is not that big. Just close the door of the class and say a few sarcastic words and it will be over.

As for what other classes will think about Class 9 in the future?

That has nothing to do with Class 9. Anyway, they have always been regarded as a typical class and they have long been used to it.

Anyway, if there are too many lice, I won’t bite you.

But just when they were ready to do this.

However, his class teacher and the maker of risotto, Teacher Ren Yanren, walked to the door of the classroom first and threatened:

“All foreign students, as long as they line up, can eat Spanish seafood risotto from Class 9 for free!”

Then he looked at himself and the others with a sly smile:

"As for you, just be responsible for arranging their meals. Anyway, you have almost eaten. You can use this time to change their view of Class 9."

"By the way, I want to exercise my adaptability. But let's agree on one thing in advance. Everyone must be able to eat. If there is no one who can't eat in the end."

"Then I have to consider whether to resign this class teacher."

Ever since, the scene inevitably turned into this.

All the students in Class 9 became canteen employees and fully experienced the hardships of the canteen aunties.

And he himself is more like a shouting doorman. He has been standing here shouting for fifteen minutes, and his voice is almost hoarse.

But the grandchildren below still went their own way.

In addition, I have to look at the number of people and the amount of food, and make a rough optimal solution in my mind to meet Teacher Ren's requirements.

This made him extremely tired.

I also realize more and more how difficult things are in the world.

‘Is this a fucking day for workers?’

The monitor felt like crying.

At the same time, I felt a little nostalgic for the past days.

That was his lost youth.
Chapter completed!