Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 23 Talent Group

"Liu Haitao, I'm so sorry, the academic affairs office confiscated my breakfast..."

At 7:52 a.m., Fu Chen returned to the classroom of Class 5, Grade 11 and "truthfully" told the tragic story of what happened to his classmates' breakfasts.

The classroom, which was as noisy as a vegetable market, fell silent instantly.

If you said this to students in other grades, they might have some doubts.

If they are freshmen who have just entered the school, they will definitely believe it, after all, they know the school's academic affairs office's attitude towards student management.

Liu Haitao patted Fu Chen pitifully, who looked very remorseful.

"I knew the breakfasts would be confiscated; there was a possibility. That's a total of thirty-eight breakfasts. I had expected it."

"If you knew this all along, why did you let Fu Chen go through all that trouble to buy us breakfast? You've ruined me! I have no breakfast to eat, and I'll be stuck in the toilet with nothing to do!" Quan Jiafei pointed at Liu Haitao and started cursing.

"I...I know you're doing nothing..." Liu Haitao's voice also weakened.

Fu Chen said with obvious regret, "I'm also very embarrassed. Although the Academic Affairs Office is indeed very strict about checking students for breakfast this time, if I had noticed it earlier and been more attentive, the consequences might not have been like this. Here, I'll give you the money for the breakfast!"

"Hello, you must be Fu Chenhuo. Thank you for your hard work. I don't think it's a big deal. As long as the academic affairs office hasn't held you accountable, that's all that matters. Don't worry about it. You're such a nice person, bringing us breakfast. We certainly can't let you pay for it. Would we even be human if we did that?"

There's an old Chinese saying: "What man does, Heaven reaps." Fu Chen's kindness to us is obvious to everyone. The academic affairs office and the school cafeteria have been ripping us off; they'll definitely get their comeuppance!

"Tell me, who was that teacher who confiscated breakfast? Let's find a chance to 'teach her a lesson'!"

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Fu Chen felt a pang of guilt, thinking of the inexperienced new teacher in the Academic Affairs Office, but didn't say anything more.

Wait, how can I still be thinking about this?

He looked up and realized that the classmate who was rambling on was a dark-skinned person.

Even Ni Ge and his black dad have fallen on hard times and ended up attending a "useless middle school"?

That doesn't seem right.

Or is there a special policy?

"Dude, where are you from?"

Edwards touched his short, curly hair; his dark, shiny skin made him stand out among the other forty-nine students in the class. He replied with annoyance, "I'm Chinese!"

"Where are you from?"

Edwards repeated, "Lanshan City, China! I was born here, this is my ancestral home, I am Chinese! I love China!"

Splash!

Edwards pulled up the hem of his short-sleeved shirt, and the girls around him screamed and covered their eyes, then revealed the tattoo on his lower abdomen: I love China!

Fu Chen: "...Where is your mother from?"

"native."

"And what about your dad?"

"Then I don't know."

"Can you tell me if you find it?" Edwards's eyes seemed to bulge out, large and round, and his eyelids couldn't even contain the whites of his eyes.

Speaking fluent Mandarin, Edwards waved his hand helplessly and added.

"My goodness, this is such a sad thing. I am heartbroken. May God be with you, and pray for our classmate Edwards!"

At this moment, a fair-skinned boy joined the chat, but he spoke with a translator's accent that seemed to be something you only hear or see in movies or novels.

"And who are you?"

"It's an honor to introduce myself, my friend. My name is Yang Mike, you can call me Mike, or whatever you call me, it's also a symbol of our friendship!"

Edwards, ranked thirty-seventh in the class, and Young Mike, ranked thirty-fourth in the class, are both "strong" and should not be underestimated.

Fu Chen knew very well that they were definitely a major obstacle to his progress towards last place!

He rubbed his head.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful girl dressed in what resembled medieval wizarding attire, with magic orbs and crystal accessories adorning her waist and hair, spoke arrogantly to those around her:

"See? I told you Fu Chen's breakfast purchase wouldn't go smoothly. I just did a tarot reading, and the Wheel of Fortune card came up late in the deck, which means there will be obstacles!"

Chen Jiaxin, who is a huge believer in tarot cards and claims to have become a tarot reader, strode towards the third group of bald boys in her 15-centimeter-high platform boots.

There were a few copper coins in front of the bald boy.

He had just obtained the Guimei hexagram from the Six Lines divination, which is composed of the upper trigram Dui (lake) and the lower trigram Zhen (thunder), signifying that things are not going well.

The I Ching and Tarot are inherently incompatible; their relationship is like that of sweet and savory tofu pudding in Northeast China…

And so the two began a betting contest over this one thing.

Chen Jiaxin kicked the bald man, Hua Gua, in the shin, crossed her arms, and with her heavily made-up Western-style wizard makeup, looked down at him with a cold, mocking gaze, as if he were a nobody.

"This trashy divination method is worse than a single tarot card; hurry up and call me 'Mom.'"

These are their stakes in the bet.

"Mother…"

Haha, the whole class burst into laughter.

Ke Hua, his head brimming with beads of sweat, still protested: "What I just divined was fate. What if things don't go smoothly because of a change in people?"

Holy crap? This blind cat actually guessed right by sheer luck?

Fu Chen retorted, "Are you implying that I deliberately got arrested and had my things confiscated?"

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, Chen Jiaxin slightly raised her hand and asked with a heroic air:

"Fu Chen, what's your zodiac sign?"

Fu Chen shook his head: "I don't know, I was born in April."

"Bingo!" Chen Jiaxin glanced coldly at Hua Gua and said arrogantly, "April is Aries month. Aries are sincere and frank. Fu Chen wouldn't lie to us!"

Fu Chen placed his hand on her shoulder and casually played with the planet ornament on her head: "Hmm, the tarot cards are indeed accurate."

The process of communicating with them was much more arduous than the diligent study and martial arts training I had previously undertaken.

I also took a look at these two heavyweight classmates.

Chen Jiaxin ranked 43rd, and Hua Gua ranked 20th.

None of them were easy to deal with. It seems I still have a long way to go to reach my goal of finishing last.

Fu Chen held his head and silently returned to his position as the top student in his class.

He didn't notice that Yao Zhi'ai next to him seemed to be looking at him strangely.

Snapped.

She slammed 388 yuan onto Fu Chen's table.

A look of anticipation on his face.

She looked forward to seeing Fu Chen's excitement at discovering the extra interest he was paying him.

"Huh? Why is it 388?"

Yao Zhi'ai said proudly, "Apart from the 200 I lent you, the other 188 is the interest for you."

Fu Chen: "I know."

"If you already know, why are you asking what it means?"

"What I mean is that this number isn't very auspicious. Do you think 38 sounds good? Let's add another hundred..."

No, 488 doesn't sound good either. Let's add two hundred, 588, you send it and I send it too.