Fu Ping'an can smoke, and he steals his father's cigarette when he goes to junior high school, but he is just a young man pretending to be mature, not a real big bang. At this moment, he is sitting in a high-end off-road vehicle priced at 1.2 million yuan and smoking a box of 60 yuan. There is also a cool and beautiful sister sitting next to him. He can't help but feel a little dazed, fantasizing that he has become a big boss in black and white, taking a bus late at night to deal with a difficult thing. The person driving his own bodyguard, and the beautiful assistant who is both civil and military... He just wishes that he can't take this scene, otherwise it will definitely cause a sensation in the whole school tomorrow.

Sister Qian didn't know that "Master Fu" had already yelled herself in her mind. She was concerned about the road conditions and told the bald to drive slowly from time to time. It was dark and the road was slippery, and it was snowing heavily. Even the four-wheel drive Hummer had to be carefully climbed slowly.

The destination is Binjiang Avenue three kilometers away. There are hotel bar karaoke bars along the river street. Hummers are parked at the door of a renovated bar. The neon lights are not powered yet, so you can only see the words "rococo". Fu Ping'an jumped out of the car and threw the cigarette butts that were put in his hand into the trash can on the roadside, saying, "Rococo Bar."

"Brother, do you know what it means?" Sister Qian lit another cigarette. This time she smoked a slender lady cigarette, but she didn't hand it to Fu Ping'an. She looked charming and charming in the world. Fu Ping'an was stunned for a moment and replied quickly: "Roco is an artistic style. It was born in the 18th century in Europe. It is the continuation and late stage of the Baroque style. Its characteristics are complex, exquisite, luxurious and delicate."

Sister Qian snapped her fingers and said, "Bald, you hear, our younger brother is a talent."

The bald man took it for granted, took out a cigarette and handed it to Fu Ping'an, and said, "That's a must. Can the person I'm looking for?" He had a Northeast accent and said the word "must" and "must" tremble, which most people can't learn.

The bar is in the final stage of decoration, with bright lights inside. The decoration style is indeed a typical Rococo style. The colors are bright and bright, and the decoration uses a large number of shells. The entire bar curve is gentle and exudes a sense of luxury and enjoyment.

Fu Ping'an walked around, but didn't see a stage for her to play. That's right, the bar is not an Internet cafe, did Sister Qian make a mistake?

"Brother, you can pretend to be the jukebox. It will be opened tomorrow. It must be done tonight. Otherwise, when a few bosses arrive tomorrow, they will lose their face, and my face will be gone." Sister Qian pointed to a small platform in the center of the bar and said.

Fu Ping'an has never been to the bar, but has never seen Pig Run and always eat pork. I have seen it online. This is the place where the resident singer performs. It has a surround Dolby audio system. The core of the technology is a jukebox. This is a machine I have never seen before. It has a large LCD screen and no stylus. You can click on the content with your fingers.

"Damn! Multi-touch capacitor screen!" Fu Ping'an is an old user of Computer News. He is a technical stream of paper talks. He used to have touch screens that could be clicked, but they were all backward resistive screens. The most typical representative of multi-touch screens is the first-generation mobile phone released by Apple last summer. Fu Ping'an dreamed of having an Apple phone, but it was too expensive, so he could only think about it.

"Look, you're an absolute expert." Sister Qian praised Fu Ping'an again. Several decoration workers in the bar also came to watch the fun. One person said that they should quickly debug and ask Sister Qian to sing "Qingdao Plateau" to us to wash their ears.

What, debugging this thing? Fu Ping'an then realized that he was confused. He was not a technician who installed a soundtrack, a network manager, so how could he understand this? He asked Sister Qian where the technician was. Sister Qian shrugged and said that she fell down and was hospitalized when riding an electric bike. Anyway, the lines were all out, so she was just about to debug. We tried to do it for a while. I thought we had to find someone who knew the technology. I couldn't find anyone in the middle of the night, so I invited you, brother.

Fu Ping'an said you are really smart. At this time, only the Internet cafe is open. In addition, he is uncensored and looks like an adult, so he scared Bald and Sister Qian. However, it is like a mountain. Even if he can handle some technical problems in the Internet cafe, it doesn't mean he can handle this. However, the arrogance of the young man made him unable to say weak words. He held his chin with his hand, pretended to check it out, and asked, "Is there any manual?"

The manual does have it, but it is all in English, and the interface of the display is also all in English. No wonder these people in society can't play with it. Fu Ping'an is not very good at English, but no matter how bad a fresh senior high school student is, it is not a big difference. Compared with Bad Zi and others, it is not a gap between good and bad, but a natural barrier between good and no one.

It is extremely difficult for high school students who know a little English to understand the obscure English manual. Fu Ping'an looked at two pages and sweated down. He knew the letters and was not familiar with the words. He even suspected that this was not real English. Fortunately, Sister Qian was understanding and asked him if he didn't know some words. As he said that, he found Wenquxing and an Apple phone from his bag.

With the Wenquxing Electronic Dictionary, reading the manual is much easier. With Fu Ping'an's rich book knowledge, he soon discovered that this jukebox is a stand-alone machine using the Linux system. It has a super large capacity of 500g hard drive and saved 100,000 songs. It is connected to the amplifier and speaker microphone to realize the function of karaoke. As long as you understand the principle, it will not be difficult to do.

It is easier said than done. Fu Ping'an checked the dictionary and troubleshooted the problem. Others couldn't help, so he simply started playing poker. Only Sister Qian was the most considerate and came over to care from time to time. Seeing that Fu Ping'an was busy holding a flashlight in one hand and holding a screwdriver in the other hand, Sister Qian took out a cigarette and lit it, and then stuffed it into Fu Ping'an's mouth: "Brother, take a break when you are tired and have a drink."

This is the cigarette that the beauty had ever held. Isn’t it equivalent to indirect kissing? Fu Ping'an was excited and said it was okay not to be tired, and it would be fine immediately. In fact, he had touched the door and knocked on the door. The system was completely fine. It was probably because a certain line was not connected properly. Just check the speakers all over the venue. As expected, the key problem was in the power supply. There was an air switch in the distribution box and forgot to close it.

It is very simple to solve the problem. Just close the air switch in one second, but it took four or five hours to find the problem. Fu Ping'an then completed the matching of two rare wireless Bluetooth microphones. It was dawn outside. Sister Qian was very happy and went on stage to sing a song. It was indeed the sound of nature, comparable to Faye Wong and Na Ying.

"Brother, thank you, please tell me how to count." Sister Qian was in a good mood.

Fu Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Give it ten yuan." He felt that he had gained a lot this night, learned a lot of skills, and even took a Hummer, and took at least half a box of soft China. If the lion opened his mouth wide, it would be inappropriate.

"Okay, be righteous." Sister Qian took a thumbs up and took out ten dollars to Fu Ping'an's hand. "I won't give you it, let the bald man drive you back."

Fu Ping'an walked out of the Rococo bar, got into the Hummer again, returned to the door of the Internet cafe, and before getting off the car, the bald man handed him a long strip of items wrapped in newspaper: "Take it, Sister Qian gives it to you."

"No, I've taken the money." Fu Ping'an refused, but the bald man was afraid when he glared at him, so he quickly took it away.

The Hummer left, Fu Ping'an opened the newspaper and saw Hong Cancan's outer packaging and Huabiao. This was a Chinese cigarette! "It's so big..." he said silently.

While feeling moved, a strong force suddenly came from behind. Fu Ping'an was kicked and fell on the snow. Looking back, Mu Lan stood with a fierce voice on her hips: "How many calls are you? Will you die if you answer it!"

Fu Ping'an felt guilty, and he was so proud that he had forgotten that there was still Mu Lan who was concerned about him. He took out Xiao Lingtong and saw that there was more than 80 unanswered calls, but his phone was silent, no wonder he didn't hear it.

It would be useless to explain it. Mu Lan snatched Xiaoling's breath and left. She looked like I didn't listen or not. Fu Ping'an had to hand over the shift. The Internet cafe usually had no business in the morning, and it was the boss's father. An old man in his sixties who was used to getting up early came over to take over. After handing over, Fu Ping'an hurried home. He wanted to get home before his mother woke up.

When I arrived near my home, I saw a familiar figure, with a slender and slender red and white sportswear with a three-leaf clover logo. Almost every time I came home in the morning, I could meet this girl who was practicing in the morning. The other party was also very impressed by Fu Ping'an. He smiled at him and ran over with his ponytail. Fu Ping'an couldn't help but look back. The pair of Nike running shoes on the girl's feet cost more than a thousand yuan, and he had longed for it for a long time.

Upstairs and entering the door, the clock on the Eight Immortals Table pointed to 5:30. My mother was still sleeping soundly and my younger brother was sleeping well. Fu Ping'an first hid the Chinese cigarette under the pillow. He wanted to turn on the fire and cook some porridge, but a feeling of sleepiness came. He felt that there was enough time and it was okay to take a nap, so he took off his clothes and went to bed and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun was already shining. Fu Ping'an shook and got up: "Oh no, I'm late!"

The house was empty, and my mother and brother didn't know where they went. Fu Ping'an hurriedly got up, put on his clothes and shoes, glanced at the clock, and it was half past nine! He felt desperate, but he went downstairs as quickly as he went out and came back, forgot to bring his schoolbag.

Huaimen City No. 2 Middle School is Fu Ping'an's alma mater. He also studied here in junior high school. Originally, there were eighteen high schools in Huaimen City. Over the years, vocational education has been vigorously developed. Many high schools have been merged or converted into secondary technical secondary schools or vocational high schools. There are only four ordinary high schools in Huaimen, namely No. 2 Middle School, No. 1 Middle School, Railway Middle School and Normal University Affiliated High School. First Middle School is the provincial focus. Tiezhong and Affiliated High School each have their own strengths. Second Middle School is the most inconspicuous, ordinary high schools.

The school is not far from home, and Fu Ping'an climbed to the school. The school gate was closed. The late students were not qualified to walk through the gate. They had to leave. Wait for the conference next week to report. So Fu Ping'an chose to climb in through the playground wall. This is a shortcut that only students know.

The entire No. 2 Middle School was silent. The other grades had not started. There were only people on the floors of the third grade. Fu Ping'an was very clever in the toilet until the end of get out of class. In other words, students came to the toilet in groups of three or three to go to the toilet. He smuggled into the classroom, sat in his seat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone next to him snorted coldly, it was Mu Lan, and the desk of No. 2 Middle School was an old-fashioned double table. Originally, there were no male and female tablemates in the third grade of high school, but both male and female were odd, and in the end they could only sit together, which was the two of them.

"What did Teacher Ni say?" Fu Ping'an asked. Teacher Ni is a Chinese teacher, class teacher, a 30-year-old girl, who is still unmarried and has devoted her energy and enthusiasm to this class of students.

"I asked, I'm so big, I can't even find out if I don't think so." Mu Lan said, "Don't be afraid, I'll ask for leave for you."

Fu Ping'an knew the bad thing, and Mu Lan took action and no one was born.

"What did you say?"

"I said you went to the hospital to get a bag, hahaha~" Mu Lan smiled badly and slipped away before Fu Ping'an took action.

Sun Jiebao and Shen Kai came over with two best friends, looking mysterious: "Insurance, you are in trouble, the sports student is going to deal with you."

Insurance is Fu Ping'an's nickname, and sports students are a unique group of No. 2 Middle School. They are generally good in physical fitness and poor in their studies. They are out of tune with ordinary students. They often bully others by their power. If they provoke them, they are equivalent to not having a good life in school.

Fu Ping'an wondered, "I didn't offend them."

Sun Jiebao said: "I'll remind you about what happened last night."

Fu Ping'an suddenly realized that at least one of the four people was his classmate, a sports student from No. 2 Middle School.
Chapter completed!