When I was in Reply 1988

Chapter 825 School Anniversary

She felt that Jung-hwan was more than just stupid.

Since the two houses are so close, couldn't you find some time to secretly give it to her?
What did she take it to school for?
Is it just for people to look at and have fun with?

Zheng Huan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Li Renyong was driving attentively.

He said in a low voice, "I saw my older brother take a glass bottle out this morning, so I..."

Deok-sun sighed and said, "Leave it in the car, give it to me after evening self-study. By the way, why is your bottle not even half full?"

She shook the bottle, making a hissing sound.

Jung-hwan explained, "I go to school during the day and have evening self-study sessions in the evening, so I can only use my spare time to fold paper."

The expression on Deok-sun's face was unreadable.

Zhengfeng gave Manyu a gift because it was her birthday.

But Jung-hwan gave himself a gift, which was a collection of less than a thousand origami cranes.

There is absolutely no comparison.

Of course, she was very happy that Jung-hwan had given her a gift.

To avoid discouraging him, Deok-sun said, "We need a thousand origami cranes to give them away. Let's fold them together from now on. Once we have enough, you can give them to me."

Jung-hwan suddenly looked up and said, "Okay."

Li Renyong gripped the steering wheel, listening to the conversation between the two.

Jung-hwan has changed in his approach to relationships, but he's still not as mature as Jung-bong.

Time passed slowly, and the car soon arrived at the school.

The banner for the school's anniversary hung above the iron gate, billowing in the morning breeze.

Students entered the campus in twos and threes, while a teacher waved a wooden stick at the gate.

This is to check students' attire or to prevent anything bad from happening.

In the past, some students who rode motorcycles to school were spanked.

Many students had already arrived in the classroom.

Everyone was excited because they didn't have to go to class in the morning.

Li Renyong went to his seat, took out his textbook, and prepared to review.

Soon, Liu Donglong and Shanyu arrived.

"You're here so early? Phoenix Hall said you left long ago."

Li Renyong looked up and said, "Paula didn't need a car today; she drove here."

Jung-hwan asked, "Sun-woo, how's the script preparation going?"

He was to speak on stage as the student council president and student representative.

He wasn't included in the previous two years; this year is the first time.

Sunwoo was a little nervous: "I've written down all the lines, I just need to read them."

After morning self-study, the students slowly made their way to the indoor stadium.

In the past, it was always held in the auditorium, but I don't know why it suddenly changed this year.

In addition to all teachers and students, some parents were also invited this year.

The group found their respective classrooms.

Li Renyong plopped down on the floor, preferring to sit rather than stand, and to lie down rather than sit.

The school leaders don't even know when they'll arrive. Aren't they tired of standing like this?
Teacher Liu frowned, but didn't say anything.

At 8:30, everyone had arrived.

A host walked onto the stage with a prepared speech.

"Dear leaders, parents, and students..."

Li Renyong sat cross-legged on the ground and muttered, "Boring."

It's the same routine every year.

First, they would offer greetings, then talk about the significance of the school anniversary, encourage the graduating high school students, and share stories of students who have been admitted to prestigious universities in the past.

These are all fine, but what's more problematic is the principal's speech.

Each time, he would say a few more words, but each time he would say a very long sentence.

Only the students' artistic performances were somewhat worth watching.

Apart from the senior year students, students in the first and second years of high school are required to perform on stage.

There are singing, short plays, and traditional folk performances.

When Li Renyong was in his second year of high school, the most amazing performance he had ever seen was a magic show.

Liu Donglong also sat down cross-legged and said, "Look, Shanyu went upstairs."

Zheng Huan laughed and said, "His manuscript was written with the help of A Yong." Because the three of them were sitting on the floor, the entire class sat down.

Teacher Liu couldn't pretend she didn't see it: "You little rascals, stand up! What kind of behavior is this?"

This year's cultural performances were not particularly impressive.

There's a rumor that Yu Hui's homeroom teacher wants him to sing on stage, but he absolutely refuses.

After the school anniversary celebration, each class slowly returned to their classrooms under the leadership of their class monitor.

Back in his seat, Liu Donglong took out the movie ticket and said, "Ayong, here you go. I'm going to a singing competition tomorrow, so I probably won't need it."

Li Renyong asked in surprise, "The movie is in the afternoon, but the singing competition should be in the morning. You can go watch it after it's over."

Liu Donglong said, "It should be afternoon when it's my turn."

Li Renyong took the movie ticket and said, "Four-Eyes, do you want to go see it? It's an insider ticket."

Four-Eyes shook his head and said, "I'm going to stay home and read tomorrow."

Since no one else wants it, we can only give it to Zhengfeng.

It's just that the numbers aren't linked to each other, so I don't know if Zhengfeng would be willing to accept them.

As for the screening room, he didn't plan to tell Zhao Junnan.

Although it's a small matter, it's still a favor.

……

the next morning.

At Zhengfeng's home.

President Kim was lying on the floor, covered with a blanket.

Ra Mi-ran held a cup with a straw inside and brought it to President Kim's lips.

This is true enjoyment.

When clothes come, I stretch out my hands, and when food comes, I open my mouth.

"Should I go with you?"

Luo Meilan looked disgusted: "Where are you going? With your back like that. Just stay at home, you'll be back after the competition."

President Kim said, "You can't just run off to somewhere else because you're ashamed of losing the election. Remember to come straight home. I still need to use the restroom and eat. I can't live without you."

I don't know why he would associate going to the toilet with eating.

Of course, the most beautiful love confession is that I need you.

In this respect, President Kim is quite reliable.

This family probably has the highest happiness index in the alley.

Luo Meilan smiled and said, "I understand."

Suddenly, Kim Sun-young's voice came from outside the door.

"Big sister, shouldn't we be going now?"

Luo Meilan said, "Come in."

"Oh, Jung-hwan's dad." Kim Sun-young pushed the door open and said, "Sister, let's go together. I'm going to be your manager today."

The ugly aunties decided that only the two of them would go today.

Huili has to work, and Li Yihua has to prepare things for Baora to take to the exam center.

Luo Meilan looked at the clock and said, "There's still time. I need to put on some makeup."

"The eggs are here~~~"

The sound of an egg vendor's loudspeaker kept coming from outside the door.

Even now, there are still many people who go from street to street selling things.

They sell everything from rice cakes and tofu to coal briquettes.

There used to be people who collected hair, but back then Paula was trying to supplement her family's income, and Li Renyong stopped her.

Kim Sun-young said, "The eggs are here. I need to buy some eggs today. Wait a minute."

Ms. Luo stood up and said, "Let's buy some together."

……

Paula's house.

Li Renyong and Huili pushed open the door and entered.

Li Yihua sat in the living room, her eyes glazed over, seemingly lost in thought.

"Auntie Ilhwa, good morning! Is Paula there?"

(End of this chapter)