A Lucky Coin

Inside and outside the dormitory was quiet, even the one who was pressed on the table by the first day of junior high school didn't care to make a sound. He was stunned with the participants and the audience.

Everyone was silent.

He was very surprised that his "finished" sentence would have such an effect.

But the embarrassment has not been relieved, because he does not know whether he needs to speak the next sentence, and what to say.

Freeze frame for ten seconds, someone in the audience whistled.

The first day of junior high school took this opportunity to let go.

A few people in the room had a movement. They got up and patted their pants.

The other leader came to the first day of junior high school.

This man is taller than junior one. According to the feeling of junior one, he is half a head higher than Yan hang. He should be able to stand side by side with Li Ziqiang and his younger brother Li Zihao.

Ah.

Think of Li Zihao, he suddenly some emotion, just a summer vacation, his classmates, seems to have been left in the distant memory.

He has never had any friendship with any of his classmates. Once no one bullies him any more, he will lose the last bit of connection with all the classmates around him. His classmates no longer remember him, and he doesn't know where they have gone, so what now

The man standing in front of him cleared his throat.

The first day of junior high school suddenly found that he was distracted. He quickly took back his thoughts and turned away.

As he turned around, the man said, "you..."

After the first day of junior high school's wandering brain returned to its original position, it was controlled by his long-standing habits. With so many people, he didn't want to stand in the middle of the crowd.

So even if he heard this man's voice, he suddenly thought that this man came to him to talk to him.

Maybe it's a provocation, maybe it's a delay, or it's a way to get revenge in the future

But he didn't stop because of his inertia. He walked to the window which is the farthest away from the crowd in the dormitory, and then looked back at the man.

The man's mouth was half open, and the expression on his face was unpredictable. After one or two eyes with junior one, he said again: "you loser, I remember."

Several people pushed the crowd out.

Junior one was relieved.

In fact, according to his years of experience of being bullied, this kind of fight is not so easy to end.

I guess it's because I'm in the dormitory now, and I'm all freshmen. I'm afraid of recruiting people from the school

"It's all over, it's all over," Hu biaochong said with a wave from the audience standing at the door, closing the dormitory door. "There's no more to see."

Just as the door was about to close, it was pushed open again, and Su bin squeezed in.

"I'm fuckin 'waiting for you!" As soon as Li Ziqiang saw Su bin, he immediately passed by and grabbed Su Bin's collar. "I've never seen such a person as you!"

"What are you doing?" Su bin yelled, "how! I have nothing to do with it. Do I have to go up and get beaten? "

"Forget it, brother Daqiang," Hu Biao went to pull Li Ziqiang, "calm down. I'll go to get my clothes later."

"What kind of clothes are you going to get?" Li Ziqiang glared at him, "do you have no clothes to wear? Go to get them!"

"The clothes for military training," Hu Biao sighed, "just made a big noise. Don't recruit the school leaders later..."

"Forget it." Zhang Qiang glared at Su bin.

Li Ziqiang released his hand and pointed to Su bin unhappily: "don't make any excuses. It has nothing to do with me or Zhang Qiang. Have we run away? It has nothing to do with Hu Biao. Did he run away! If you dare not go up, you can squat there! It has nothing to do with the first day of junior high school. He didn't come back all night! "

"I'm sorry to everyone," someone nearby said, "this matter has something to do with me. You are all involved."

"No, it's a dormitory." Li Ziqiang waved his hand.

At this time, he remembered that there was one more person in the dormitory. He took a look there.

There was a boy standing near the utility rack by the door. He was cleaning his glasses now. He looked very quiet, but he was no better than big or small when he was fighting.

"That flat mirror of yours is wiping farts back and forth." Zhang Qiang said.

"You have to wipe any mirror," the man said with a smile. He put on his glasses and went to the first day of junior high school. He held out his hand. "My name is Zhou Chunyang. Thank you just now."

"First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment and reached out to shake with him.

It felt as if he was shaking hands with someone for the first time. With such a grand ceremony, he almost extended his left hand.

"Go and get the clothes?" Hu Biao never forgets the matter of getting clothes.

"It's OK for the sheriff to get it," Zhang Qiang said. "Who is our Sheriff?"

You look at me, I look at you to see a circle, and finally turned to look at the first day.

"No The first day of junior high school quickly refused. He had never been the head of a four member group in a primary school, let alone the group leader. Even if there were only two people, it would not be him to choose one to do something. Although the head of the house was not a great official, he had to do something. He was afraid that he could not understand.However, this simple "no" made several people dumbfounded.

I wanted to add something to make my tone more relaxed, but I couldn't find it.

"Then I'll get it," Zhou Chunyang said. "It's OK after I get the clothes. Let's go out for lunch. It's my treat."

"I'll go with you," Zhang Qiang said. "You'd better not be alone."

After they went out, Li Ziqiang went to the first day of junior high school and handed him a cigarette: "you are such a cow."

"No, I can't smoke." Junior one said.

"Can't you?" Li Ziqiang looked him up and down for a while, handed the cigarette back to Hu Biao, "don't pretend to me."

"Not really." Junior one said.

"Where did you go last night?" Hu Biao asked him with a cigarette in his mouth, "isn't your home eighteen thousand miles away?"

"Friends home." When the first day of junior high school answers, I suddenly feel some inexplicable pride and satisfaction.

Friends.

Not only do I have friends, but I can spend the night at my friend's house!

"You know people here?" Hu Biao said.

"Well." Chuichi smiles.

"That's not bad," Hu Biao said. "Just those are local, and they are crazy."

"What's the matter?" The first day of junior high school, he asked, once he went back to school, he tossed about like this, until now, he didn't understand what just happened.

"The leader, who knew Zhou Chunyang, had a grudge before," Hu Biao said. "Last night, he almost had a fight. When she came, she Guan didn't succeed. As a result, after a night's sleep, she didn't pass and came again early in the morning."

"Come and fight when you come back," Li Ziqiang said. "I'll tell you, I used to live in school, and a dormitory is a group. If we don't screw together, we will all suffer losses in the future."

Then he took another look at Su bin.

Su bin has not spoken, lying in bed playing with a mobile phone.

The first time I saw him playing with his mobile phone, I remembered that his mobile phone was still there, so I went over: "my hand, mobile phone."

Su bin glanced at him and took out his mobile phone. When junior one was about to reach for it, he bypassed junior one's hand and put it on the table.

"Thank you." Junior one doesn't care much about his action. He has been used to this kind of treatment for a long time. Besides, Su bin helps him keep his mobile phone.

Hu Biao, who was next to him, was a little upset: "I didn't say that Su bin, who lived in a dormitory, would stay together for so long in the future. How can we get along with you like this?"

"The dormitory is the place to sleep," Su Bin said, "what kind of small groups."

"Screw you," Hu Biao said, "go, stand outside for a while."

Three people stood in the corridor, holding the railing, chatting and looking at the people coming and going below.

Junior one with a mobile phone, sent a message to Yan hang.

-The people in our school were so fierce that they got into a fight as soon as they got there.

Yan hang was probably busy, and it took a while to get back to him.

-Don't be afraid, you can play two or three now

- well

on the first day of junior high school, looking at several chat records separated by a year, I feel a kind of steady warmth, just like lying on the sun covered cotton.

Next to Hu Biao and Li Ziqiang have been chatting, the first day of junior high school did not interrupt, listening to their chat.

This is the first time that he has been standing side by side in the corridor chatting with his classmates.

He finally knows why many people are willing to stand like this after class. This kind of pleasant and relaxed feeling makes people feel comfortable.

Listening to their chat, junior one has a general impression of several people in the dormitory.

Hu Biao and he, who are both strong and weak, can't get into the general high school. Su bin is said to have a good result, but his family is in trouble. So he came here. I think he is not in the same class with them. Zhou Chunyang is a local, and his family is very rich, so he just comes to muddle along.

Zhou Chunyang brought back his military training uniform, and then several people went to dinner together. Naturally, Su bin didn't go with their "small group".

When going downstairs, Li Ziqiang expressed strong dissatisfaction with Zhou Chunyang's taking Su Bin's suit back.

"They're all tied up, and those who didn't come back together," Zhou Chunyang said. "Did I dismantle his suit on the spot and throw it away Think about what to eat. "

"You're local, and you ask us?" Hu Biao said, "you lead the way, we just eat."

"Let's take a taxi," Zhou Chunyang said, "to eat Western food."

"Western food?" Li Ziqiang looked at him and said, "why don't you eat seafood?"

"What's the hurry? I'm afraid there's no seafood here," Zhou Chunyang said. "I want to eat Western food today. I took my dad's card. It's a little expensive if I don't brush it."

"Western food," Hu Biao said, "expensive," immediately clapped his hands, "Western food."

Standing in Chen Jinling's office, Yan hang was a little worried: "sister Chen, I really haven't written a summary, let alone a summary in English.""Just this summary," Chen Jinling opened the drawer, took a summary and handed it to him. "I'll show you what I wrote before. It's about this. You can write it without worry. I'll help you correct any mistakes."

Yan hang took the summary and looked at it.

"I know you don't want to be a foreman," Chen Jinling said. "Now it's just for you to act as an agent for a period of time. Whether you want to go to the kitchen or do something else, it's helpful for you to understand all the positions in the restaurant, right?"

"Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I'll try."

He didn't tell Chen Jinling that he didn't want to be a foreman, or that he wanted to go to the kitchen. He could only say that Chen Jinling was not a foreman for nothing, and he observed her people very carefully.

"Just write it and send it to my mailbox directly," Chen Jinling said. "After a while, you watch more. I asked for leave in the afternoon. I have to go to the hospital in two days. I have to go back and clean it up."

"OK," Yan hang nodded, "if you have anything to help, please tell us."

"I won't be polite to you. If you have anything I can do for you, you have to say," Chen Jinling said with a smile. "I'm afraid I won't get used to it if you haven't been so fierce for so long."

When Yan hang came back to the front hall, he felt a bit of pressure.

In fact, Chen Jinling has been taking him all this time and will tell him all kinds of work processes. But for Yan hang, the pressure is not only from the position of foreman.

He has been working in the restaurant for nearly a year and has never made any mistakes. He has also been named and praised by the supervisor several times. However, even if he is only an acting foreman now, he still has several years to work and is an old employee of the waiter.

He has been hanging around with his father since he was so old. Even if he wants to go to the kitchen, he has never made any serious plans. It's really a bit impractical to throw such a job to him.

As soon as he got back to the bar, Zhang Chen came over and whispered to him, "what's the matter? Has it been handed over? "

"No," said Yan hang, "in a few days, maybe."

"Don't have pressure," Zhang Chen said. "You have the ability and popularity. No problem. I'll help you too. I'm older than you."

Yan hang took a look at Zhang Chen and said with a smile, "thank you."

"You're welcome," Zhang Chen said. "Just teach me how to cook two dishes next time."

At noon, the number of customers gradually increased. Yan hang stood at the bar and watched. In the past two days, the ordering system has been changed. Some of the waiters are still not familiar with it. He has to pay attention at any time. If there is a problem, he has to go to help immediately.

He is very familiar with the work of the waiter, but from this point of view, he will find that there are many things he doesn't pay attention to at ordinary times, such as whose dress is wrong, where the hygiene is not handled in time, where the guests are not dissatisfied, and where the table is not set up properly

This kind of tension and pressure, he has no place to get rid of, at this time, he will miss Dad.

Cui Yi is very kind to him, but after all, he is only a friend of his father. He can't say whatever he wants to say to his father, and Cui Yi's work is as busy as a dog every day.

Several guests came in at the door. Zhang Chen went to greet them immediately.

Among the waiters, this little girl is the one who reacts most quickly, but she is a little careless and makes mistakes from time to time.

After Zhang Chen took a few guests to sit down, Yan hang noticed that they were students.

Their restaurant consumption is very high, generally no students come to dinner.

He took another look and was stunned.

A face to this side of the students raised his head, to his side after a look with him at the same time stunned.

On the first day of junior high school, when he got up and went to the bar, several people were ordering. Zhou Chunyang chased him and said, "Hey, why are you going? Order something first."

"Just like you." Chu Yi looked at the bar and said.

"All right." Zhou Chunyang said.

In fact, when he took a taxi, he always paid attention to the route. In the morning, Yan hang told him the location of the hotel. When he saw that the routes overlapped, he was already excited.

When he entered the restaurant, his first glance was to sweep the waiters' faces around him.

After sweeping around, I didn't see Yan hang. I thought it was not the same place. When I was disappointed, I suddenly saw Yan hang standing behind the bar.

He was supposed to stand up and rush to the table for the first time, but he was still at the table for several seconds.

It's so cool.

All his memories about Yan hang are casual, casual clothes, sportswear and running shoes.

At most, I have seen Yan hang in his ugly work clothes in the coffee shop.

Now Leng Buding can't recognize Yan hang in his black uniform.

He never imagined that Yan hang had such a side.

When I went to the bar, I felt a little excited and wanted to turn.

"What can I do for you, sir?" With a smile, Yan hang asked when he came to the bar."I want to take a picture of you." Junior one stares at him.

"Sorry," Yan hang said with a more obvious smile, "we are not allowed to take photos during working hours."

"Ah." Junior one still looks at him.

"If you want to take a picture of the waiter or the foreman," Yan said, "you have to take a picture secretly."

"Ah," Chuyi chuckled, "the time I stole and photographed, I photographed a pot and covered it."

"I'll serve you later," Yan said with a smile. "You can take it slowly."

"Why are you different from other people's clothes?" Junior one stares at him up and down.

"The leader's clothes," said Yan hang, "were changed only in these two days."

"Handsome." Junior one said.

"Always handsome," Yan hang looked at their table, "your classmate?"

"Well," the first day of junior high school also looked back and saw that Zhou Chunyang was looking at them, nodding and smiling at them, "we stayed and gave up."

"What's the fight about today?" Yan hang asked again.

"It's too much..." Before the first day of junior high school, a little girl came by.

"Hangge, I'm sorry," said the little girl, "the guests over there have questions about the dishes."

"I'll be right there," Yan hang looked over there, came out from behind the bar and said in a low voice to junior one, "I'll treat you to dinner in the evening, and you can speak slowly."

Chuyi nodded and walked back, looking at Yan Hang's back.

Yan Hang's uniform fits very well, and his uniform pants are longer than Yan Hang's sports pants. Now he feels that Yan Hang's legs are 1.8 meters.

"Your friend?" Hu Biao looks at him.

"Well." I nodded a little and sat back in my seat with my eyes still looking over there.

At that table sat a couple of foreigners. After Yan hang passed by, they began to talk.

The voice is very low. It's impossible to hear what they are saying from the first day of junior high school, but it's definitely not Chinese, and it seems to speak very fast.

The speed of speech is very sensitive in junior one because it is very slow.

Yan hang always responded with a smile and relaxed appearance, which made him understand his English level for the first time outside Yan Hang's magical circle of friends.

"I ordered a COD for you," Zhou Chunyang said. "No problem?"

"No problem," the first day of junior high school said, "I haven't eaten any. I have."

"Is your friend a foreman?" Li Ziqiang said, "why didn't you say that when you first came here?"

"I don't know. He's here." Junior one said.

"What's your friend's name?" Zhou Chunyang asked in a low voice after drinking water.

"Yan hang," Chuyi looked at him, "how?"

"No," Zhou Chunyang looked over there again. "I haven't seen him before when I came to eat with my father. The foreman here used to be a beautiful woman."

"You can probably see beautiful women," Hu Biao said. "Men can't see."

"Not necessarily." Zhou Chunyang smiles.

Yan hang walked away after he had finished talking with the guests at the table. He didn't mean to stare at him all the time.

But he was a little distracted all the time. Li Ziqiang didn't pay attention to what they said until Yan hang came with a tray.

"We are all students of grade one in junior high school, in a dormitory." Li Ziqiang said.

"Just listen to him," Yan hang said with a smile, putting the dishes on the table, "you have the best relationship."

"That's right. We just had a fight with people in the morning," Li Ziqiang said. "Before the beginning of school, our auto repair became famous, and then our dormitory pointed to the first cover of junior high school."

Yan hang took a look at the first day, and the first day suddenly felt embarrassed: "mistake, misunderstanding."

"Can I have a business card?" Zhou Chunyang looked at Yan hang.

"Yes." Yan hang took out the card holder from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Zhou Chunyang.

The first day of junior high school is a little depressed.

Yan hang had a business card, but he didn't know it. He knew he should have had one yesterday.

I don't know why I need a business card.

"Give me one, too." Hu Biao immediately joined in and said.

"I'll have one, too." Zhang Qiang followed.

Yan hang smiles and gives them business cards. Then he looks at the first day of junior high school: "you don't have to use it, do you?"

In this sentence, the mood of junior one was suddenly pulled up.

"Yes." He said with a smile.

Yan hang then also handed him a piece: "you eat slowly, call me if you have anything."

"Yan hang," Zhou Chunyang looked at his business card, then turned to look at Yan Hang's back, "your friend doesn't look very old. Have you become a foreman?"

"He's special. He's awesome." Junior one said.

"I see it." Zhou Chunyang smiles.

It has to be visible. I've seen it for a long time.

The first day of junior high school put Yan Hang's business card into his pocket and stuck it with his leather clothes.Yan hang has been serving the dishes himself, as well as delivering desserts and drinks. There is an indescribable sense of happiness in junior high school.

He didn't even find a similar description when he felt this feeling for the first time.

This meal cost Zhou Chunyang a lot of money. I didn't see the menu on the first day of junior high school and didn't know the price.

When Zhou Chunyang goes to the bar to check out Yan hang, he hears that Zhang Qiang and Hu Biao are helping Zhou Chunyang to settle his account. Then he suddenly reacts that the western restaurant where Yan hang works is very senior.

"If we don't let the waiter come to check out, are we afraid that we will have a burden?" Hu Biao said. "That's why he can afford it. We usually just roll a string."

"If you are invited to eat, you can eat," Li Ziqiang said. "I'm sorry, but I didn't ask you to reply."

The first day of junior high school has been silent, holding his chin and looking at the bar.

Zhou Chunyang didn't know what to say, and Yan hang laughed.

Tut. The first day of junior high school, I took a cup and poured two mouthfuls of water.

I have to go to the bar to find the foreman to settle the bill. Today, what he said to Yan hang was not as much as what Zhou Chunyang said to him.