The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 652: Help Me Pull The Car Out

Zhou Yang yelled, jumped up on the spot, and instantly bounced to a height of two or three meters above the ground. He stretched out his hand and held the two students in his arms. After landing, he rolled.

The young couple Wang Zihui and Yan Xiaochen followed Zhou Yang and rolled on the ground several times before standing up.

"Okay, everyone is gone, let's go!" Zhou Yang waved, and the others immediately followed.

The students from Class 8 mixed with the children from Lijiazhuang, chatting in a low voice.

"Brother, is your head teacher so good?" a junior high school girl asked Lu Shanhe.

Lu Shanhe curled his lips, looking like you don't know, you don't understand, and said, "Where is this...you haven't seen us when you are in a good position."

"Isn't it..." Chen Hudong said mysteriously, "We, old Zhou, are immortal."

"The car won't die, everyone has flown out seven or eight meters, it's okay!"

"The whole body is on fire, it's okay!"

Speaking of the magic of Lao Zhou, the students in Class 8 were all excited, and surrounded the children of Lijiazhuang, walking and talking about Lao Zhou.

"Equipment in two tons...the kind that is lifted by a big crane, Mr. Zhou alone, carried it up!"

"My goodness!"

The children in Lijiazhuang's eyes widened, and their faces were shocked.

The man holding the torch was at the back of the team and asked a staff member of the concise middle school in a low voice: "It's all true?"

The staff member glanced at the principal's wink, then nodded and said, "It's true."

The expressions of the villagers holding the torch are extremely wonderful.

Qiao Shu and Zhou Yang walked behind, listening to the children's flattery, they couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing.

"Zhou Yang, are you very proud now?" Qiao Shu smiled.

"That's not the case. Pretending to force this will make pretending to be tired. In fact, I now hope to bring more practical things to the children." Zhou Yang said seriously.

"Zhou... Teacher..." A junior high school girl from Lijiazhuang came to Zhou Yang.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.

"Ms. Zhou, you are so amazing, are you... a god?" The little girl blinked, and Qiao Shu could even see the feces in the corner of her eye, feeling uncomfortable.

The families of these children simply cannot take care of them.

"Of course not." Zhou Yang smiled.

"Oh..." The little girl was a little bit disappointed, but she lowered her head and thought, and raised her face again, "Then you know how to build steps, can you build a step on the cliff just now, Xiao Cui has fallen to death. I don’t want another classmate to have an accident."

Zhou Yang said with a solemn expression: "Okay, I promise you to fix it before we leave."

"Ms. Zhou... don't make this kind of promise casually." Jin Linzhi immediately reminded, "If you can't, it will hurt the children's hearts."

Zhou Yang smiled freely: "Since I have said it, I will definitely do it."

Jin Linzhi seemed to have something to say, but finally held back.

All the way, all the way, by 7 o'clock in the morning, the torch had been extinguished and the flashlight had been turned off.

Before they knew it, everyone had walked for three hours.

"Well, everyone, take a break and have breakfast." The villager in charge of the **** shouted.

"Everyone, let's eat too!" Zhou Yang waved.

The children in Class 8 picked up a clean spot on the side of the road, opened their backpacks and took out their breakfast.

Even the villagers who sent their children to school began to eat.

However, when both parties took out breakfast, the situation was a bit awkward.

A sharp contrast appeared.

The children in Lijiazhuang almost have a steamed bun and a piece of pickles.

And the children in Class 8 have all kinds of delicious food in their little lunchboxes.

Ham sausage, dried fruit, vacuumed bread slices, and marinated eggs.

You know, parents attach great importance to the travel these days, and every child brings a backpack full of food.

Lu Shanhe is a sports student, and the breakfast he eats is extremely luxurious.

Even in winter, the aroma of food is slowly drifting away.

"Gulong..." A little boy in Lijiazhuang swallowed.

The villager escorted the villagers frowned, and patted the little boy on the back of his head: "Look at you for what you look like."

The little boy was unwilling to glance at the lunch box not far away from Lu Shanhe, lowered his head and began to gnaw on the buns.

Suddenly, his bun was taken away.

Looking up, Lu Shanhe brought his lunch box to his eyes: "You are welcome, why don't you change your breakfast."

The little boy was obviously at a loss, looked at the villagers who were escorting him, and then shook his head vigorously.

Lu Shanhe didn't care so he stuffed the lunch box into his hand, grabbed the steamed buns and pickles, and returned to Zhou Yang, opening his mouth to bite.

"Oh!" After this bite, Lu Shanhe yelled, "So hard?"

The steamed bun in his hand is like a stone.

Taking another bite of pickles, Lu Shanhe vomited out.

It's terrible.

"Let's... change it back!" The little boy came over so timidly, and handed the lunch box to Lu Shanhe with both hands.

Lu Shanhe shook his head and said, "No change, you can just eat mine."

After speaking, Lu Shanhe gritted his teeth and bit off a piece of the steamed bun, chewing hard, and stuffed all the steamed bun in a few bites.

The little boy opened his mouth and looked blank.

The villager who escorted the children came over with an embarrassed look: "The children are poor at home, this steamed bun... is breakfast and lunch."

what?

Lu Shanhe was dumbfounded.

On impulse, he even ate two meals.

In addition to him, some 8th class students exchanged breakfast with the children of Lijiazhuang. After taking a bite, they were silent.

Some of the children in Lijiazhuang ate hard steamed buns, and some brought home-made pancakes. The most extravagant one was an extra egg.

The clothes they wore were shabby, with patches missing, and their faces were dirty...

Their hair was stranded, and their eyes were blank and uneasy.

The sharp contrast is shown in front of the children in Class 8.

For the first time, the children from Class 8 who grew up in Donghai and are well-off families faced another kind of life.

Yun Siyu cried suddenly.

She was so distressed that she hugged a girl in elementary school and cried.

There are also many girls quietly rubbing their eyes.

Lu Shanhe pushed the lunch box into the child's hand: "Today you will eat this...tomorrow's meal, we will eat together."

"Tomorrow you will have dinner with me." Wang Zihui also took the hand of an elementary school boy.

Soon, the dozen or so children in Lijiazhuang all formed temporary pairs with the students in Class 8.

Their food for the past few days has finally come to an end.

An inexplicable mood spread in the hearts of the eight children.

Think about these children, and then think about yourself. I don't know the blessing in the blessing, and it is them.

Jin Linzhi stood beside Zhou Yang and said, "I hope your action this time will touch the children."

Zhou Yang nodded slightly and said, "Hope..."

After breakfast, the relationship between the children of the two sides became apparently harmonious. In the next hour's journey, everyone walked briskly.

Going out at four o'clock and arriving at school at eight o'clock, this is the difficult journey of Lijiazhuang children to school.

At about 7:30, three or four kilometers away from the central town where the children went to school, a large off-road vehicle rushed to the bottom of the hillside, and a few well-dressed people stood by the side of the road, helpless.

Seeing Zhou Yang and others, they were obviously excited.

"Classmates... classmates! Would you like to do me a favor?" A young man stopped Zhou Yang and the others with a smile, "Help us get the car up and we will give you money!"