Ch 88

　Or sooner.

　　...

　　When I was in my third year of high school, Beiwan No. 1 Middle School began to select district-level top three students.

　　Being a top student is only an honor and there is no bonus. However, the school provides a scholarship of 5,000 yuan out of its own pocket, so the competition for this only spot is extremely fierce.

　　Fu Yingcheng was also among them.

　　Unlike others, he actually cares more about the bonus than the honor.

　　When he was a child, the Fu family was indeed the richest man in Beiwan.

　　His father lives a life of debauchery and is an out-and-out dandy. His mother married into a wealthy family just to enjoy the blessings of being a rich wife. She doesn't like taking care of children, so the way to care for him is to buy him luxury goods.

　　All this came to nothing in 2003.

　　The company went bankrupt, the compensation was sky-high, and his parents divorced. He was thrown into his grandma's house like garbage, and his monthly living expenses were strictly limited.

　　Therefore, when he was in high school, Fu Yingcheng was much poorer than others imagined. He was so poor that he had no New Year's money during the Chinese New Year, and he had to consider cost-effectiveness when ordering meat dishes in the cafeteria.

　　so.

　　When he wanted to give Ji Fanling money, he found that he had no money at all.

　　The cash-strapped young man began to save money secretly, including bonuses for participating in subject competitions and living expenses he saved in daily life. In addition, he privately took on a lot of tutoring jobs. By the time the first semester of his senior year of high school started, he had already saved 15,000 yuan. .

　　If he gets the 5,000 yuan bonus from three good students, he can save 20,000 yuan.

　　He wanted to lend all the money to Ji Fanling so that she could eat well, buy some clothes, concentrate on her studies, and get into college in her last year of high school.

　　However, things went counterproductive.

　　Not long after Fu Yingcheng's list was reported, the district education bureau had not yet approved it. The news leaked out from nowhere, and it actually topped the list of hot searches that night.

　　"The son of the chairman of the counterfeit medicine incident rated the city's top three students as having a bright future."

　　The Education Bureau quickly issued an article to refute the rumor, saying that the city's three top students were still in the selection process and that the list was fabricated by the media and was not true. However, public opinion has already erupted.

　　Netizens insulted each other by name and name:

　　"The Internet has no memory, right? Can Fu Zhiyuan's son be cleared?"

　　"We are not unreasonable. We don't let him study. We don't let him.

　　"Is there no other student in the whole Beiwan City who is worthy of being admitted to the university?"

　　"It's reasonable to guess that his family is related. Maybe Fu Zhiyuan is gone by now ?" He's in jail."

　　"Fu Yingcheng has a bright future, but where is the child his age lying on the hospital bed?"

　　"The Holy Mother who said he is innocent, can you kowtow to the victim's family first?"

　　… …

　　The public opinion outside the school quickly spread to the school.

　　At that time, rumors were flying around Beiwan No. 1 Middle School, and even teachers from other grades couldn't help but talk about it.

　　When Fu Yingcheng walked on campus, there were always people pointing fingers at him and looking at him with disapproval from all directions, as if he was an outlier.

　　Those admiring and envious eyes in the past have completely changed.

　　So what if I'm first in grade? Can't you afford to improve your academic performance?

　　His dad killed so many people!

　　For this reason, Old Tang called him into the office alone, and Tang Seng talked a lot in a nonchalant manner.

　　One moment he was said to be a good boy in the teacher's mind, and the other moment he was praised as a white lotus that emerged from the mud and was untainted. In short, there was only one core idea.

　　Fu Yingcheng knew.

　　He probably won't be able to get this bonus.

　　When leaving Old Tang's office, Fu Yingcheng passed by Ji Fanling as he entered.

　　The girl's eyes were drooped, sleepy, and she didn't even look at him.

　　"One thousand and twenty-one, tuition plus book fees," a girl's voice came from behind, "click on it."

　　Old Tang: "Hey, I told you that the tuition fee is not urgent..."

　　"Two "I collected it months ago."

　　"Didn't I help you with the money? The teacher is not in a hurry to use the money. I know your family..."

　　After the conversation, Fu Yingcheng had already walked out of the office. Can't hear it anymore.

　　But he understood something.

　　Ji Fanling even managed to pay for his tuition by saving money.

　　It doesn't matter if you don't have this bonus for being a good student.

　　He didn't want to wait any longer and wanted to give the money to Ji Fanling now.

　　Giving money at school was too conspicuous. Fu Yingcheng stood in the corridor at the door of the office, waiting for Ji Fanling to come out. He wanted to ask her to meet in the evening, but was interrupted by Cheng Jiali and could not finish his sentence.

　　Fu Yingcheng was so angry that he didn't want to talk to her, so he asked Zhou Sui to send a message to Ji Fanling: "When Ji Fanling comes back, ask her if she has time, and tell her to meet at seven o'clock in the evening."

　　Zhou Sui: "Huh?"

　　Fu Yingcheng: "Wait until Ji Fanling comes back and ask her..."

　　Zhou Sui said hurriedly: "I heard it, I heard it... Where can I meet you?"

　　Fu Yingcheng replied: "She knows."

　　- Only A place they both know.

　　Fu Yingcheng has never believed in gods and Buddhas. He only believes in himself and firmly believes that there is nothing in the world that is beyond the reach of manpower.

　　She shouldn't just live for a moment, she should live in a beautiful future. Even if she can't do it herself, he will try his best to give it to her.

　　At that time, the sky was high and the sun was bright.

　　It seemed like everything was about to get better.

　　Chapter 28 Anonymous

　　After school in the afternoon, Fu Yingcheng returned home and put the fifteen thousand yuan he had saved so hard in a cowhide-colored envelope and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

　　Half past six in the evening.

　　Fu Yingcheng was already carrying his schoolbag and standing on the rooftop of the unfinished building.

　　The weather was still sunny when school was over, but in an instant, thick dark clouds gathered in a dense mass, the wind howled, the mountain-like clouds crashed into the sky with roaring thunder, and the rain poured down in waves.