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Jiang Siming suddenly laughed when he looked at them. Is he so 'scary' that he still has to notify the teacher when he comes?
"Senior Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you who came!"
The elementary school girl apologized hurriedly.
Jiang Siming said dumbly: "You didn't do anything wrong. Besides, I was really a student here, but I just graduated a few years earlier than you."
"Senior Jiang, I am also your fan."
The elementary school girl said excitedly, and felt that Jiang Siming was really as approachable as the rumors said, with no airs at all.
They welcomed many seniors and seniors today. Generally, people with status would come in with great fanfare, as if they were afraid that others would not recognize them.
¡°But Jiang Siming is so low-key. As the richest man in Asia, he doesn¡¯t even have a bodyguard or secretary around him.
"Thank you, but can you let me in now?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.
"Okay, okay, Senior Jiang, please come in."
The elementary school girl was so embarrassed that she quickly let Jiang Siming in. She blocked the richest man in Asia at the school gate and refused to let him in. She would probably be able to play for four years.
Jiang Siming walked into the campus smoothly, and soon the school leaders arrived.
"Alas, the trouble of becoming famous. I originally wanted to visit my old campus alone."
"Mr. Jiang, welcome to your alma mater."
The person who spoke was known to Jiang Siming, the dean. In fact, the dean had had issues with him in the past.
It was probably during his sophomore year that Jiang Siming ran for student union president with a kid from a rich family.
Originally, he was a popular figure in the school and had the most supporters.
But in the end, the dean of teachers allowed the rich kid to be elected against all odds.
¡°I guess the director has forgotten about this a long time ago.
Jiang Siming never thought that he would still care about such a thing now.
"Teachers, there is no need to call me that. I have always been a member of the school. Just call me Jiang Siming." Jiang Siming said politely.
Several school leaders smiled brightly after hearing this and praised Jiang Siming for not forgetting his roots, which is indeed the pride of his alma mater.
Jiang Siming¡¯s ears were getting calluses hearing these official words.
"Several leaders, where is my mentor Zhang Qiulan?" Jiang Siming doesn't want to continue to be official here.
"Mr. Zhang is in the auditorium, but now she has rheumatoid arthritis and cannot come to pick you up. She said she is waiting for you in the auditorium."
"Rheumatoid arthritis?" Jiang Siming heard this and immediately walked towards the auditorium.
He has been in this school for four years, and he knows exactly where the auditorium is.
Along the way, Jiang Siming took a look at the school environment, which was no different from before.
There are just a few new teaching buildings and dormitory buildings, but there are no other changes.
Fudan Poetry Soul, Little White House, Yanyuan, etc., these iconic places remain the same as when Jiang Siming first came.
When passing by the school snack club, Jiang Siming stopped, turned around and walked in.
I found a stall selling cold drinks and found that the old lady who used to buy cold drinks was no longer there, but a middle-aged woman was there.
"Hello, where is Grandma Liu?"
"You're talking about my mother, right? She passed away three years ago." The middle-aged woman replied.
Jiang Siming was a little lost after hearing this.
Grandma Liu is the original owner of this cold drink stall.
Jiang Siming had little money when he was studying, so he often worked at Grandma Liu's, helping her run a stall and selling popsicles for money.
The old man was very kind to him. He tried some delicious food and brought it to school for him to eat.
Unexpectedly, only two years after he left campus, the old man would have passed away.
Jiang Siming sighed, finally looked at the cold drink stall, and said to Grandma Liu¡¯s daughter, ¡°Can you sell me a popsicle?¡±
¡°Okay, okay, a popsicle costs one dollar, forget it, I¡¯ll give it to you, no charge.¡±
Jiang Siming felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. The popsicles sold by Grandma Liu are still so cheap, and the price has not increased for so many years.
Jiang Siming did not speak or give money. Instead, he turned around, took a pen on a table and wrote something. Finally, he handed a piece of paper to the other party in exchange for the popsicle.
After Jiang Siming left, the woman realized that she picked up the note and saw that it was a check.
?Looking at the six zeros at the back and a two in front, the woman was dumbfounded.
Taking this popsicle and walking out of the snack club, Jiang Siming ignored the fact that there were so many school leaders behind him.Then, I opened the popsicle and started eating it.
It still smells the same, but unfortunately the person is no longer the same person.
Jiang Siming calmed down. The deceased has passed away, and the living should mourn.
He left two million to thank the old man for his kindness to him, hoping to take care of his descendants.
??Just eating popsicles in the street, and eating them with the company of school leaders.
¡° None of the key school leaders dare to be dissatisfied.
When I walked to the auditorium, I had just finished eating the popsicles.
As soon as Jiang Siming walked into the auditorium, he saw the figure of Zhang Qiulan, his former mentor.
Now he is sitting in a wheelchair.
Jiang Siming walked over quickly, and the people in the auditorium were excited because of Jiang Siming's arrival.
However, Jiang Siming ignored them and walked straight to Zhang Qiulan and knelt down.
"Teacher, long time no see."
Zhang Qiulan looked at Jiang Siming kindly, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ming, the teacher really saw you right before."
¡°They are all taught well by teachers.¡±
Zhang Qiulan smiled happily, said three good words in a row, and was very happy.
"Teacher, your legs?"
"Oh, my old cold legs were frozen again last year, so I can only use a wheelchair."
"It's okay, teacher. I have a private hospital in Shanghai. When today's school anniversary is over, I will send you there. The doctors there are all first-class. Your illness will be cured soon."
"Really? That's great. Teacher, thank you in advance."
Zhang Qiulan did not reject Jiang Siming's kindness. After all, no one wants to be paralyzed in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
I chatted with Zhang Qiulan for a long time until the auditorium was almost full.
The principal came personally to invite Jiang Siming to sit in the leadership position on the stage.
At this time, they specially prepared it for Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming accepted the invitation, temporarily stood up from the chair next to Zhang Qiulan, and walked onto the stage.
As soon as Jiang Siming stepped onto the stage, tens of thousands of students below spontaneously burst into cheers.
After all, in the eyes of young people like them, Jiang Siming is a god! Not just a god in a game.
In music, in basketball, in business, etc.
They are all the students¡¯ most admired objects.
Who can be like Mr. Jiang, who became the richest man in Asia five years after graduation.
¡°It took more than fifty years for Arima to become the richest man.
Where is Jiang Siming? 26 years old! This is not what God is.
¡°In addition, Jiang Siming is their classmate at the same school and he is so handsome.
"Mingshen!"
"Jiang Shen!"
"Boss Jiang!"
"Jiang Songshen!"
"Do Minjun!"
The last sentence ¡®Do Minjun¡¯ made the whole audience laugh.
Yes, a recent Korean drama is sweeping the attention of Chinese audiences.
"Du Minjun, played by Jiang Siming, has spread to China.
In response to the students' love, Jiang Siming could only smile and wave to them.
This time the atmosphere among the students became even more lively. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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