I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

The four old men who skipped class at the mahjong table all had something on their mind.

This is the place where Lao Fu and Uncle Li often come. They come to the mahjong hall to do nothing but stand inside and watch others play mahjong.

The two of them watched for two days in a row, and Lao Fu finally got itchy hands. When he was young, he was a master at playing mahjong.

He ignored Fu Lanshan's warning not to cause trouble, otherwise he would take away his pension for safekeeping.

Uncle Li had other ideas.

Although he came to the mahjong hall, his eyes were always glued to the Landlord game next to the mahjong table.

He was still brooding over the battle at the sports meet.

Whenever he lost all his Happy Beans, he would feel that his card skills had improved and would look for Aunt Liang and the others to play again, but in the end he won less and lost more.

As for Uncle Liao and Uncle Fan, one is a "mute" and the other is as happy as a flower.

One of them was forced to join, and the other asked for it voluntarily.

Originally, Uncle Li wanted to instigate Lao Fu to play Landlord, so he intercepted Uncle Liao who had just finished his morning exercise and tricked him into taking him to participate in "competitive sports".

When they were going downstairs, they met Uncle Fan, who was sighing and looking sad in the stairwell. He took the initiative to ask to follow them, and suddenly he couldn't stop laughing while looking at his phone along the way.

Old Fu thought that they were short of one player to play mahjong, so he enthusiastically invited Uncle Fan to join the truant team.

They still took the old route of "climbing over the wall".

The wall at the back door had been raised after Uncle Liao climbed over it to skip classes, but that didn’t stop them from learning how to use tools.

Old Fu and Uncle Li had secretly set up the ladder early in the morning.

……

As a result, when sitting at the mahjong table, no one except Lao Fu was looking at the cards seriously.

"What are you guys standing there for? I'll be the banker."

"Draw the cards, why are you all sitting still?"

"I have a feeling my cards are good."

Old Fu patiently drew the cards for the other three and distributed them to them.

"Okay, we can start."

He comforts himself.

"I know, you won't fight."

"Old Li, you must have learned something after watching for so many days."

"As for you two, let me tell you the rules."

"It's very simple, you must listen carefully."

Lao Fu felt that he had never been so serious in class, and finally he spoke until his mouth was dry and he was out of breath.

"This is the rule of mahjong, do you understand?"

Uncle Li sighed and said, "Brother, can we really not play Landlord?"

Old Fu was panting with exhaustion. He looked at him sharply and said, "Brother, how can four people play Landlord? We should play Mahjong."

Then he looked at Uncle Liao who had been silent all this time, "Old Liao, are you okay?"

Uncle Liao still didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Finally, Old Fu looked at Uncle Fan, who had not figured it out, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Uncle Fan was writing down a formula on a piece of paper and pen. He looked up and said casually, "I understand."

"You guys are such a jerk... I can't carry you." Old Fu slumped back and leaned against the chair.

"Never mind." Old Fu threw out a pair of cards with the determination to win. He looked up and found that the three people were busy with their own things.

Uncle Li hasn't sorted out his cards yet.

Uncle Liao is building a house with mahjong tiles.

Uncle Fan was even more suspicious, as a string of formulas appeared on his paper.

Just when he thought that today's mahjong game would be more boring than class, Uncle Fan took action.

Lao Fu perked up, carefully observed the cards he played, and sighed: "Lao Fan, you are a hidden talent."

"Isn't this very simple? Just use the formula." Uncle Fan didn't understand. "Do you want me to explain it to you?"

"No need," Old Fu still didn't understand.

Uncle Li finally sorted out his cards and managed to keep up.

Although Uncle Liao was out of shape, he was still able to fight.

Until a voice came from the tense game:

"Wait, I think I won."

Uncle Liao won the first game by taking advantage of the novice protection period.

Then Uncle Fan gradually got into the groove and won several games in a row.

Only Old Fu still got nothing.

Old Fu was depressed and tried to find a way out:

"I think it's wrong for us to skip classes."

"I'll contact someone now to pick us up and take us back to class."

He murmured in his heart: "It's not worth it to be caught skipping class and lose a day of playing cards."

Just as he was thinking about Uncle Li, his cell phone rang again. He glanced at the contact and hung up.

"It's over. The teacher called my son."

"I guess you guys aren't far away."

Old Fu felt even more uncomfortable and stood up first, "Let's go."

"It's still important to attend classes. You can't slack off from your studies."

"No, you can't leave yet." Uncle Fan, who had been silent the whole time, raised his head from the green chat box on the screen and said sincerely, "I need your help with something."

……

On the other side, Lin Qinglan, who got the clue, prepared to start searching from the mahjong hall near the school.

She called security guard Wang Dapeng and asked him to bring a few people to help.

Wang Dapeng was worried that he had no chance to showcase the security brigade's training results, when he suddenly received an important assignment from the principal. He was eager to get started.

I checked the surveillance footage and determined the direction they were running in.

Fu Lanshan sent her a message, "Principal Lin, come and close the net."

"I have brought people to surround the mahjong parlor."

Lin Qinglan looked at his incoherent words and suddenly slapped her forehead: "I forgot that the boss has money."

Because Old Fu is so funny, and Fu Lanshan also has a serious sense of humor, Lin Qinglan almost forgets that he is the president of the novel.

The encirclement that Fu Lanshan mentioned was indeed literal.

There was a circle of bodyguards outside the door, and the mahjong hall was booked out.

Just waiting to catch the turtle in the jar.

As soon as Mr. Fu opened the door, he saw his son with a gloomy face.

"Uncle Fu, skipping classes is against school rules." Lin Qinglan reminded them with a smile.

Old Fu dodged and hid behind Lin Qinglan.

"Principal Lin, I am willing to go back to school and write a self-review."

He was afraid that if he was a step too late, Fu Lanshan would ask him to go home and reflect on himself.

"You must write a self-criticism." Lin Qinglan said seriously.

"You made the decision on your own and made your teachers and family members worry. This is not right, so what are you going to do..."

The four people said in unison: "Apologize."

"That's right." Lin Qinglan confirmed what they said.

"Host, why do I feel like you're coaxing a child?" Xiao De teased her, and then acted cute: "Why don't you coax me too? I want to listen too."

"Xiao De is the best, so you need to keep working hard." Lin Qinglan felt so corny after she said this.

Xiao De was so happy to hear it that he recorded it and laughed foolishly while listening to it.

Lin Qinglan took four people back to school.

The four uncles apologized to the frightened teacher Meng.

Old Fu sent Fu Lanshan away, and Uncle Li called his son back.

Uncle Liao also explained the situation to the teachers who were worried about him.

Aunt Wen came over during the break to scold Uncle Fan and warned him, "Don't fool around with them next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Fu shouted at them: "Lao Fan, we will take care of what you asked us to do."