Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 22 A Battle of Wits at its Peak!

Unexpectedly, the rainy season was still not over at the beginning of September.

Fu Chen, who was riding his bicycle, was caught in a sudden downpour and ended up in a sorry state. He put a plastic bag over his head and continued riding to school in the rain.

There weren't many people on the road.

After all, the two main roads of Pui Choi Middle School are relatively remote, and most of the students are boarders, with the few scattered students being day students.

*Sizzle*... I'll play Chopin's Nocturne for you, to commemorate my lost love...

Fu Chen found a roof to shelter from the rain, patted the raindrops off his clothes, and answered the phone.

"What's wrong, Liu Haitao?"

"This is Liu Haitao, I'm calling you. Brother Chen, you're a day student, could you please bring us some breakfast?"

Liu Haitao cursed on the phone: "Damn it, that idiot cafeteria charges three yuan for a vegetable bun! Three and a half yuan for a fried dough stick, I'll eat that!"

"Could you please get us some egg pancakes, steamed buns, rice noodle rolls, and fried dough sticks outside the school? Please, Brother Chen, Dad Chen, Grandpa Chen, my ancestor!"

Fu Chen is easily swayed and can't stand seeing his good classmate be so humble.

"Okay, I'll buy whatever I think is appropriate. How many portions do you want in total?"

"Yes, I know you're buying what you think is best, that's exactly what I mean!"

"Don't repeat myself, I fucking said how many portions I want!"

One or two portions is fine, it's on the way, five or six portions is also acceptable, we can charge a small delivery fee, but Liu Haitao said a surprising number.

Thirty-eight portions.

Fu Chen: "..."

Liu Haitao: "Brother Chen, you're the only day student in our class, so we'll be counting on you for breakfast from now on!"

There are only fifty people in the whole class. Am I supposed to bring breakfast for the entire class? Am I some kind of mule?

Besides, once you do something that's thankless and exhausting, you'll do it countless times.

But it doesn't matter, Fu Chen has his own solution.

"Where's the money?"

Liu Haitao: "After you get the money to school..."

Fu Chen: "I was in a hurry to leave today and didn't bring much money. I think it would be better to transfer the money to me first, and I'll refund any overpayment or make up any underpayment later."

Liu Haitao, who was originally speaking his own mind, seemed to be programmed to automatically take other people's words as his own arguments:

"I knew you didn't have that much money with you, so I'm transferring it to you now."

310 yuan arrived in the account. About eight yuan was for breakfast for each person, and the remaining six yuan was for Fu Chen's errand fee.

Damn, these bastards are so stingy.

Fu Chen was very simple-minded and actually used the money to buy them breakfast.

Of course, I also had a breakfast at a breakfast shop. Steamed buns and soy milk are good for the stomach. Everything I ate last night was expelled by Liu Liping's terrible breakfast this morning, and now I'm hungry.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, the breakfast shop owner thoughtfully provided him with a red, white, and blue burlap bag for his thirty-eight breakfasts.

It's packed like a blanket or luggage.

Fu Chen then realized that there was a reason why the landlady was so skilled; many of his classmates, who were around the same age, were even wearing the school uniform of Pei Cai Middle School.

These day students also bring breakfast for their classmates.

I finally rode to the school gate.

He hesitated for a moment, and then the other students who were bringing breakfast for their classmates went in.

The security guards didn't actually stop anyone or open their luggage to check.

Just make sure they don't have cell phones on them.

In addition, the red, white and blue snakeskin bag really looked like luggage or a blanket, so no one would suspect anything.

cough cough.

Fu Chen walked through the sparse crowd.

There are three security guards at the entrance: one standing guard, one sitting guard, and the third carrying a riot shield and a fork, responsible for protecting the flowers of our motherland.

Are they really flowers?

Fu Chen looked at the students, some with dragon and tiger tattoos, others with bizarre outfits, and quite a few wearing slippers. Some even urinated or spat indiscriminately at the school gate.

The student who spat on the ground was spotted by a teacher from the academic affairs office, who slapped him across the face, leaving half of his face swollen like a pig's head. The freshman, who also had a fiery temper, bared his fangs and tried to slap the teacher back.

I was immediately pulled to the administration office by several people.

It's so hard to guess what will happen next...

Who says a man-eating flower isn't a flower?

All the other students with red, white, and blue snakeskin bags passed the inspection at the school gate without incident, and it was Fu Chen's turn.

He deliberately opened a hole in the snakeskin bag and then went inside.

First, we passed a security guard wearing a riot fork. He glanced at us but didn't say anything. Well, I understand; this guy is there to protect the students' safety.

Then he passed by the security guard on duty. The aroma of the steamed buns clearly made him sniff the air, but he didn't react.

Fu Chen thought it was normal; it's a public image position, and usually the one sitting down is the one doing the work.

Finally, he lifted the burlap sack full of breakfast in front of the security guard on duty.

The security guard glanced down, then looked away.

Why isn't there any response? Didn't you see it?

He unzipped the zipper even wider, and the hot, fragrant aroma emanating from inside became even more pronounced.

"Hurry up and go inside, the bell will ring soon."

Dude, if you saw it, why didn't you confiscate it?

Fu Chen was confused: "Excuse me, security guard, these 'breakfasts' are too heavy, they're making us walk slowly."

School rules prohibit students from bringing their own breakfast, so Fu Chen emphasized the word "breakfast" very much.

The security guard stood up abruptly.

They finally confiscated it.

Yes, she stood up, but walked over to another open space near the entrance, as if she hadn't seen Fu Chen at all.

Holy crap.

Aren't they relatives of the cafeteria owner?

Indeed, Fu Chen guessed correctly; it was none of their business, so they couldn't be bothered to get involved.

You guys are so incredibly irresponsible! The school pays you to work here, and this is how you behave?

Fu Chen picked up a bowl of soy milk and steamed buns and ran to the teacher in the academic affairs office, eating as he walked.

A round-faced, sweet-looking teacher from the academic affairs office patted Fu Chen on the shoulder and whispered, "Student, please respect some school rules. We don't allow students to bring breakfast onto campus without permission!"

"What am I going to do with all this stuff I brought? Are you going to confiscate it, teacher?"

Teacher Tian looked around, her voice gentle and pleasant: "Those bigwigs from the school aren't here, I'll pretend I don't see them. You'd better put it away and not be so conspicuous..."

"Good morning, Principal!" Fu Chen suddenly called out to the empty space behind the sweet-looking teacher.

The sweet-looking teacher looked like a frightened bird; after trembling violently, she quickly straightened up and spoke indignantly:

"Student, school rules strictly prohibit bringing breakfast to school. Please respect your learning attitude. School is not your home, not a place where you can do whatever you want. All breakfasts will be confiscated!"

She didn't dare turn around while she was speaking. Although her words were sharp, her expression was full of pity and guilt.

Fu Chen could tell at a glance that this guy must have just started working.

But it's not a big problem.

The breakfast was indeed checked. Since the teachers from the academic affairs office had spoken up, the security guards all came over and confiscated Fu Chen's breakfast.

Hehe, I was asked to bring breakfast.

It's simple to avoid offending your classmates: just do what you're told.

But whether this can be accomplished is unclear.

In any case, his attitude was correct, that's beyond doubt, and his classmates couldn't criticize him.