After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"He must have been caught stealing something. Look at how poor he is, and his shoes are torn."

After saying this, he was afraid of being beaten and ran away immediately.

Liu Xin got angry and was about to chase and beat him, but was stopped by Hou Xiaobing.

"That rotten mouth of his has only the power to spread rumors all day long. Just ignore him."

Only then did Liu Xin give up.

We lined up in the playground, but there was no music. Instead, we found a temporary platform in front of us with a microphone on it.

Then, Hou Xiaobing and the others saw his best friend and the principal come to the front of the stage.

He also noticed two policemen in uniform and the class teacher, Xiong Da.

Hou Xiaobing felt a little strange.

But his best friend looked calm, as if nothing serious had happened.

The students in Class 2-3 of Senior High School also noticed this strange combination and discussed it in a low voice.

dong dong.

"Hello, hello."

Principal Jin then walked up to the platform to test the microphone. The sound amplified by electromagnetic induction came out of the loudspeaker and echoed throughout the playground.

"Good morning, fellow students of No. 3 Middle School. I am your principal, Jin Wenyu. I am standing here today to share some good news with you."

"Just three days ago, Lu Qingfeng, an outstanding student from Class 2, Grade 3, helped the police crack a major human trafficking case while on his way to buy books. With his wisdom and courage, Lu Qingfeng fought the criminals, rescued the abducted child, and bought time for the police to apprehend the criminals."

"This is a testament to Lu Qingfeng's outstanding quality of not fearing danger and is also a testament to the outstanding educational achievements of our No. 3 Middle School."

"Next, please invite Lu Qingfeng to come to the stage and share his experience in this incident with us."

As he spoke, he was the first to applaud and stood on the other side of the platform.

There was a sudden explosion below.

"Lu Qingfeng, is he the one whose article appeared in the magazine?"

"They said it was Class 2 of Senior 3, so it must be him."

"Why is he so awesome?"

"I'd like to know how he got into this situation. Human trafficking. I've seen this kind of news online."

"This guy is happy, he will definitely get extra points on the college entrance exam."

"What's the use? His grades are terrible."

……

There were more than 1,200 students on the playground, arranged into square formations according to their classes. Now they were in chaos, whispering to each other and talking non-stop.

This kind of thing is extremely rare across the country, let alone in a small No. 3 Middle School.

The students couldn't stop themselves from enjoying the show.

Fortunately, before the incident started, the news was distributed to the class teachers, and they were all in the playground at this time to maintain order.

"Oh my god, what's going on? Ah Feng is so unbrotherly that he didn't even tell us about such a big thing."

In the chaos, Liu Xin ran from the back row to Hou Xiaobing and said excitedly.

"Can you believe it if I tell you?"

"That's right. It feels a little unreal right now."

"Xiong Da is coming. Go back quickly. We'll ask him about the details after this is over."

Liu Xin ran back immediately.

The playground soon became quiet, and Lu Qingfeng walked onto the platform.

In No. 3 Middle School, the name Lu Qingfeng is not unfamiliar to many people, because they occasionally hear this name because of various things.

But few people have actually seen him.

This was the first time someone saw his real appearance after hearing this name.

The same school uniform that never changes, with the zipper pulled all the way to the chin, a short and thin figure, messy hair, thin cheeks, and canvas shoes with broken glue.

The whole person standing there even looked lonely and a little pitiful.

All eyes were on him.

There was curiosity and disappointment, as he felt that the image of Lu Qingfeng did not match what he had imagined.

Nor does he look like someone who could help the police solve a case.

Many people began to have doubts.

Wasn’t he an idol before? Why is he like this now?

I feel like I can do it too.

Especially when I saw that the microphone was too high for him and he had to stand on tiptoe to speak.