Chapter 177 What is Tossing Turning around, he took out his cell phone and called An soon as the phone rang, the other party hung up. "I'm in class." An Ran replied to him in time. Sheng Fuhua immediately replied, "Send me the address of your kebab shop, and I'll bring my brothers to support you next time." An Ran quickly sent him the address, and then sent him a text message, "I'm very busy recently, and I may not have time to see you. When you come, go directly to the store to find Aunt Li. I will tell her in advance." "Being a boss is really different." Sheng Fuhua quickly pressed the keyboard of his mobile phone, "Then tell me when you are free. When you are free, I will go to your store to find you." In Class 1, Grade 1, An Ran, who was sitting in the classroom doing a physics test paper, took out an efficiency notebook from the drawer, flipped through her recent plans, and sent a time to Sheng Fuhua. "Got it. See you then." Sheng Fuhua happily put away his phone, turned around and ran back to the classroom, where he found a group of boys and girls who he usually played well with sharing barbecue skewers. Some even shouted, "I want to drink Coke, is there anyone who wants to drink with me?" Of course there are, and there are a lot of them. After a group of people finished talking, several boys in the crowd stood up from their seats. When they saw Sheng Fuhua coming in, they said with a chuckle, "Mr. Hua, let's go buy some drinks. What do you want to drink, Sprite or Coke?"
Sheng Fuhua waved his hand and said, "Coke and Sprite." "Okay." Several boys jumped out of the classroom happily, causing a sensation. Sheng Fuhua quickly glanced at his desk and found it was empty. He glared at the boy sitting next to him, who was also one of the boys who went out to get the skewers. "You beast, there are so many skewers, but you didn't leave any for me?" "I'm keeping it!" The boy quickly put a bag of skewers on the desk in front of him on Sheng Fuhua's desk. "This bag is full of your favorite beef and mutton. I'm saving it for you. Look at it carefully." Sheng Fuhua jumped into his chair, opened the bag and saw that it was indeed filled with a lot of grilled skewers, still hot, packed in thermal bags. He picked up a kebab and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it while saying to the boy next to him, "This kebab is really good." "Yes, it's delicious." The boy had obviously tried it before and liked the taste of the skewers very much. "Brother, where did your aunt buy these skewers? They are so delicious. Next time, let's go directly to that store to eat them!" "It's delicious, right?" Sheng Fuhua said meaningfully, "Guess who owns this kebab shop?" "How can I guess?" The boy was confused by him, "It can't be your aunt's family, right?" "Silly, my aunt's house is my grandparents' house." Sheng Fuhua was really speechless by the IQ of his deskmate. "That's right." The people around him were also clear about the situation in Sheng Fuhua's family. After thinking about it, they found that their guess was indeed wrong. If my eldest grandparents sold kebabs, they would definitely know it based on their four years of friendship from junior high school to high school. "I can not guess it." Sheng Fuhua did not continue to keep his deskmate in suspense, but asked, "Do you still remember An Ran?" "An Ran?" The boy next to him was stunned for a moment, but soon remembered, "You are talking about the very beautiful An Ran from Class 3 of our school?" "Hmm." Sheng Fuhua nodded, wiped his mouth, and picked up another veal skewer. "This skewer is from her family." "What the hell?" My deskmate was confused. "Why did her family stop doing electronics and start selling kebabs?" Sheng Fuhua felt that it was simply too much. He really couldn't expect this idiot at the same table to be any smarter. "When I said hers, I meant that this kebab shop was opened by her herself, not really by her family. Do you understand?" My deskmate was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, "I see, so this means that these skewers are from Miss An's own store." He took out a chicken wing from the bag in front of Sheng Fuhua in a daze. "I just don't understand, how come Miss An, who is so celestial, walks with her chin raised high and her eyes look as if there are no mortal beings in the world, opened her own kebab shop? Didn't she just appear in the news and be dubbed an 'artist' by the news media?"
Although they think that artists are very capable, they can't help but feel that they are somewhat pretentious. But even if he was just pretending, when they honestly asked themselves, this artist's reputation and temperament were indeed consistent with the temperament of An Ran themselves whom they had seen before. "How come he just became an artist and then became the owner of a kebab shop? The contrast is too big." The boy sitting in front of Sheng Fuhua turned his head and joined their conversation. “Who says artists can’t open a kebab shop?” Sheng Fuhua said, “Even movie stars open hotpot restaurants!” The two boys looked at Sheng Fuhua and hesitated to speak. One of them said, "An Ran went to No. 1 Middle School, right?" Sheng Fuhua nodded. "No. 1 Middle School is full of top students, so the study is very strict." With such strict requirements on study, how did the young lady manage to open a kebab shop? My deskmate scratched his head and said, "She is really capable of doing this." "Can you speak? What do you mean by making trouble?" If it were in the past, when the younger brothers around him said something sarcastic to An Ran, Sheng Fuhua might have echoed them, because in his opinion at that time, apart from her good looks and multi-talents, there was really nothing pleasing about An Ran. Normally, looking at them is like looking at garbage. Who would like such a person? But after their last filming collaboration, his impression of An Ran has changed drastically. He now feels that An Ran's aloofness is not arrogance, but rather deep and profound! People look down on them, not because they think they are great, but because compared to her, they are really useless. People who are truly capable look down on losers and don’t like to play with losers. It’s nothing, it’s just human nature. People are divided into groups, and things are gathered. "She's a good student and got into No. 1 Middle School on her own merit." He analyzed An Ran's shining points one by one with his younger brothers, "She's smart and knows how to open a store and make money on her own in the first year of high school. Is this what you call struggling?" ——"This is called tossing and turning. Show me how to toss and turn." "If I had that kind of brains, I wouldn't be sitting here eating skewers, waiting for Erguo and the others to bring over the Coke." My classmate laughed. "That's right, maybe he's also going to No. 1314 Middle School to practice questions." The boy at the front desk also sighed, thinking of what his father said when he got home last weekend, "Forget about opening a store to make money. If I had the ability to get into No. Middle School like An Ran, I would do nothing in the three years of high school and make a million yuan for my dad." (End of this chapter)