Chapter 995 The Deceased Has Passed Away, the Living Mourn

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Jiang Siming suddenly burst out laughing when he saw them. Is he so 'terrifying' that he has to notify the teacher when he comes?

"Senior Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!"

The elementary school girl hurriedly apologized.

Jiang Siming said dumbly: "You did nothing wrong. Besides, I was really a student here, but I just graduated a few years earlier than you."

"Senior Jiang, I'm also your fan."

The elementary school girl said excitedly, and felt that Jiang Siming was really as easy and approachable as the rumors, without any airs.

They welcomed a lot of old seniors and sisters today. Generally, people with high status came in with great fanfare, as if they were afraid that others would not know them.

But Jiang Siming is so low-key, as the richest man in Asia, he doesn't even have a bodyguard or secretary.

"Thank you, but can you let me in now?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, Senior Jiang, please come in."

The elementary school girl was embarrassed and quickly let Jiang Siming in. She blocked the richest man in Asia at the school gate and prevented her from entering. It was estimated that she would be able to blow for four years.

Jiang Siming walked into the campus smoothly, and soon, the school leaders came.

"Ah~ the trouble of becoming famous, I wanted to go to the old campus by myself."

"Mr. Jiang, welcome to your alma mater."

The speaker, Jiang Siming, knew the dean. In fact, the dean had a holiday with him before.

It was probably in his second year of sophomore year that Jiang Siming and a son from a wealthy family ran for the president of the student union.

Originally, he was the man of the school and had the most supporters.

But the dean finally defied all opinions and let the rich kid get elected.

It is estimated that the director has long forgotten about this.

Jiang Siming didn't even think about it now.

"Teachers, don't call me that, I'm always a part of the school, just call me Jiang Siming." Jiang Siming said politely.

Several school leaders beamed with laughter after hearing this, and boasted that Jiang Siming did not forget his roots and was indeed the pride of his alma mater.

Jiang Siming's ears would have cocoons when he heard these official words.

"Several leaders, what about my mentor Zhang Qiulan?" Jiang Siming didn't want to continue to be official here.

"Mr. Zhang is in the auditorium, but now Mr. Zhang has rheumatoid arthritis and can't come to pick you up. She said she is waiting for you in the auditorium."

"Rheumatoid arthritis?" Jiang Siming immediately walked to the auditorium when he heard the words.

He had been at this school for four years, and he knew exactly where the auditorium was.

Along the way, Jiang Siming took a look at the school environment, but it was still the same as before.

There are a few new teaching buildings and dormitories, but nothing else has changed.

Fudan Poetry Soul, Little White House, Yanyuan, etc., these iconic locations are still the same as when Jiang Siming first came here.

When passing by the school snack club, Jiang Siming stopped, turned and walked in.

I found a stall selling cold drinks, and found that the old grandmother who used to buy cold drinks was no longer there, but a middle-aged woman.

"Hello, where's Grandma Liu?"

"You're talking about my mother, right? She died 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 didn't have much money when he was studying, so he often worked at Grandma Liu's, helping her watch the stalls and collect money to sell popsicles.

The old man was very kind to him, and he even brought some delicious food to the school for him to eat.

Unexpectedly, only two years after he left the campus, the old man died.

Jiang Siming sighed, and finally looked at the cold drink stall and said to Grandma Liu's daughter, "Can you sell me a popsicle?"

"Okay, okay, a popsicle is a dollar, forget it, I'll give it to you, no money."

Jiang Siming felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it. The popsicles sold by Grandma Liu were still so cheap, and the price did not increase for so many years.

Jiang Siming didn't speak or give money. Instead, he turned around and took a pen on a table to write something. Finally, he handed a piece of paper to the other party in exchange for this popsicle.

After Jiang Siming left, the woman realized that she picked up the note and saw that it was a check.

Look at the 6 0s in the back and the 2 in the front. The woman is dumbfounded.

Walking out of the snack club with this popsicle, Jiang Siming disregarded so many school leaders following him, opened the popsicle and ate it.

It's still the same taste, but unfortunately the person is no longer that person.

Jiang Siming calmed down, the deceased has passed away, and the living mourn.

He left two million to thank the old man Zeng Jin for his kindness to him, hoping to take care of the old man's descendants.

I just eat popsicles on the street, and eat them with the leaders of the schools.

None of the key school leaders dared to be dissatisfied.

When I walked to the auditorium, I just finished eating the popsicles.

As soon as Jiang Siming walked into the auditorium, he saw Zhang Qiulan, his former mentor.

Now in a wheelchair.

Jiang Siming walked over quickly, and the people in the auditorium were also boiling because of Jiang Siming's arrival.

However, Jiang Siming ignored them, walked straight to Zhang Qiulan, and squatted 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 didn't

misread you. "

"It's all well taught by the teacher."

Zhang Qiulan smiled reassuringly, and said three times in a row, she was very happy.

"Teacher, your legs?"

"Oh, old cold legs, they froze again last year, so I can only use a wheelchair."

"It's okay, teacher. I have a private hospital in Shanghai. When the school celebration is over today, I will send you there. The doctors in it are all first-rate. Your illness will be cured soon."

"Really? That's great, the teacher will thank you first."

Zhang Qiulan did not reject Jiang Siming's good intentions. After all, no one wants to be paralyzed in a wheelchair for the rest of their lives.

Chatted with Zhang Qiulan for a long time until the auditorium was almost full.

The principal personally came over and invited Jiang Siming to take 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 cheered.

After all, in the eyes of these young people, Jiang Siming is God! Not just in-game gods.

In music, in basketball, in business, etc.

They are the most admired objects of the students.

Who can become the richest man in Asia after five years of graduation like Senior Jiang.

It took more than fifty years for Alima to become the richest man.

What about Jiang Siming? 26 years old! This is not what God is.

In addition, Jiang Siming is their school principal, so he looks so handsome.

"My God!"

"Jiang God!"

"Boss Jiang!"

"God Jiang Song!"

"Do Minjun!"

...

The last sentence 'Do Min Joon' even caused the audience to laugh.

Yes, a recent Korean drama is sweeping the attention of Chinese audiences.

Du Minjun, played by Jiang Siming, has spread to China.

For the love of the students, Jiang Siming could only wave to them with a smile.

This time the atmosphere of the students became more lively.

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