Sister, Shut Up!

"You'll talk nonsense." Su Huai porridge gave him a white look, "I didn't see how serious you were in the previous games."

"How? I'm serious."

"Liar, I see you've been playing with your phone all the time."

"Then senior sister, you are not serious. You kept staring at me during the game." Jiang Miao shook her head and sighed, and asked curiously, "You have been supervising me, how do you see the performance of the players?"

Su Huaipu stretched out his hand, grabbed Jiang Miao's palm, and kneaded it vigorously as a punishment.

But Jiang Miao just enjoyed the massage from the senior sister, and even held both of her little hands in the palm of her hand.

If time permits, it is no problem to let him feel the patina.

Near six o'clock in the evening, members of the debate team arrived one after another.

As the opposing party tonight, the accounting school debate team has two rows of seats exclusively for itself, located at the front of the right side of Hall 1.

In addition to the three captains and vice-captains, and 13 first-year freshmen, other sophomore debating team seniors also came here upon hearing the news.

Well, senior sister, there is no senior.

Except for Zhao Lu, a boy, there were no other men in the last debate team.

And this year's class is not much better, except for Jiang Miao and Wang Zi, the other 11 members are also girls.

It can only be said that the Yin of the Finance Institute is prosperous and the Yang is declining, which is true.

These seniors obviously also knew about Su Huai Congee's feat of an old cow eating tender grass. When they arrived at Hall 1, they couldn't help sneaking up to her ear and teasing her, making Su Huai Congee blushing and pushing her away. shoved them.

After the seniors were all seated, Jiang Miao went to hold Su Huai Porridge's little hand, but she slapped it away.

It was obviously too embarrassing to be said, and he was in a cooling state.

After all, when we usually chat, it is just a joke between girls that we are going to harvest elementary school students.

Who would have thought that Su Huai porridge, which was the most serious back then, was the fastest to start.

How long after the new semester has passed, it is really surprising that such a fresh and juicy elementary school boy as Jiang Miao has been included in his bag.

But Jiang Miao didn't care much about these things, even though he had imagined that his future girlfriend must be younger than himself.

But after Su Huai Porridge appeared, his previous fantasy was overturned and broken, and he didn't feel disappointed at all.

"Senior sister..." At this time, Ding Ning suddenly brought Chen Haotang to this side, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it possible for members of the debate team to sit here? Or I will take my seat later when I come on stage." Lend it to my friend?"

"It's just your friend?" Su Huai Porridge heard this, looked at Chen Haotang who was following behind, and immediately laughed, "It's fine if it's a family relationship."

"Eh?!" Ding Ning's face turned red all of a sudden, he hesitated and couldn't speak, "This, that..."

Just when she was blushing and at a loss, Chen Haotang had already sat down beside Jiang Miao under Jiang Miao's call.

Seeing that senior sister Su had no intention of objecting, Ding Ning realized that she was playing tricks, stomped her feet immediately, and sat down next to Chen Haotang in embarrassment and annoyance.

In the end, before Jiang Miao could snicker, Wang Xin and Song Huanhuan walked in at the entrance of Hall 1.

Seeing the hands held by these two people, the smile on Jiang Miao's face froze, and she felt as if she had seen a ghost, and quickly shook Chen Haotang next to her.

"Brother Tang, take a look." Jiang Miao pointed in Wang Zi's direction, "Is it my eyesight?"

Chen Haotang glanced at it, and said calmly: "You are not dazzled, I just saw it on the road when I came here by bike."

"Hiss..." Jiang Miao took out her phone and took a photo of Wang Zi and Song Huanhuan holding hands.

He had no other intentions, he just wanted to share the good news about his roommate with Gouzi after returning to the dormitory.

Congratulations.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xin, who originally thought he would be single until graduation, would be able to leave the single in the first semester of university.

The dog will be very happy to know.

But I don't know if it's because of shyness, as soon as they entered the door and didn't take two steps, the two silently let go.

But it's not important, Jiang Miao couldn't wait to go back to bed, so she sent the photos to the dormitory group.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: (picture) @然RAN的狗

[Ranran's dog]:? ? ?

[Ran Ran's Dog]: What the hell? !My prince! ! !

【Ran Ran's Dog】: (Beautiful girl crying bitterly.jpg)

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Miao was overjoyed, and took another photo from the angle of Chen Haotang and Ding Ning.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: (picture) This is Brother Tang’s (funny)

[Ranran's dog]: ...you stop posting!

Jiang Miao was not willing to let him go, and took a picture of her senior sister's little hand.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: (picture)

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: This is me and my senior sister (dog head)

【Ran Ran's Dog】: (vomit blood.jpg)

System prompt: ["Ranran's dog" has exited the group chat]

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: ? ? ?

Gouzi's psychological endurance is a bit weak, Jiang Miao smacked his lips, wondering if he was going too far.

But thinking back to the beginning of school, when Xun Liang showed off his girlfriend in the dormitory all day, Jiang Miao's conscience settled down.

This is probably retribution, right?

……

At 06:30 in the evening, the final of the Fenghua Cup Debate Competition officially kicked off.

The host made a speech, and then asked the school leaders to speak on stage, announcing the start of the finals. After more than ten minutes, it was finally the turn of the contestants to come on stage.

Jiang Miao yawned, and felt a little sleepy after listening to Zheng Fang's speech, so she just closed her eyes and rested.

Su Huai Porridge next to him listened very carefully, and prepared a pen and paper, intending to record the offense and defense of both sides, so as to predict the outcome of the game in advance.

Chen Haotang on the other side listened very seriously, especially when Ding Ning got up to speak, his eyes were particularly bright, as if there was only one person left in his eyes.

It's just that after reading the draft of the first debate, there is no chance to express it.

When the second debate and third debate began to compete, Chen Haotang obviously lacked interest. He only occasionally glanced at Ding Ning on the stage, and put the rest of his attention on Jiang Miao.

"The book you wrote, the grades are very good?"

Jiang Miao slept soundly, but suddenly such a sentence rang in his ear, which made him tremble all over.

After opening his eyes and seeing Chen Haotang next to him, Jiang Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body eased.

But in the next second, he tensed up again, and asked nervously, "Did you see it?!"

"No." Chen Haotang shook his head. His time and money are precious, so he doesn't have time to waste reading books. "Ding Ning said that your book grades are very good."

"Ah..." Jiang Miao came to her senses and confirmed that it wasn't her roommate who read his book in person. Finally, she calmed down and her body relaxed, and replied, "It's okay... so-so."

"So-so..." Chen Haotang fell into deep thought, "How much do you mean? Hmm... It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Miao's first reaction was, Chen Haotang wants to borrow money?

But after getting along during this period of time, I feel that this guy doesn't seem like a character who would borrow money.

So Jiang Miao didn't intend to hide it, she blinked at him, and stretched out two fingers.

"Two thousand a month?" Chen Haotang asked in surprise. He never thought that Jiang Miao could earn this kind of income by writing casually on the Internet.

For normal college students, this kind of part-time income can be said to be very good.

But Jiang Miao coughed twice, and whispered a little embarrassedly: "There is a zero missing."

Chen Haotang: "?"

"Of course, this is because I have written a lot in recent months." Jiang Miao explained, "A normal month is about [-] or so."

Chen Haotang: "..."

Looking at Jiang Miao's serious expression, Chen Haotang felt a little dazed.

He worked hard every day delivering food and playing power leveling, and his monthly income was between [-] and [-].

It's all in exchange for time, physical strength and energy.

As a result, can roommates earn so much by typing on the keyboard every day?

Hearing this news, Chen Haotang's Adam's apple twitched, his voice became a little lower, and he tried to keep calm and asked, "The kind you wrote...Do you think I can write?"

Jiang Miao: "...?"

Startled by Chen Haotang's brain circuit, Jiang Miao shook his head again and again, and hurriedly persuaded: "Don't, don't, Brother Tang, calm down."

"Can't I write?" Chen Haotang asked seriously.

"This is not a question of whether you can write or not..." Jiang Miao had a headache, "The main reason is that the time cost is too high. If you are short of money, writing online articles must be the worst way."

There is a saying in the Internet literary world-to persuade you to write Internet articles, you will be struck by lightning.

At present, there are about tens of millions of registered authors on the entire network. After squeezing the water, a website can have [-] to [-] registered authors.

tsxsw.la

As for authors who can reach the signing level, it is estimated that there are 1 authors.

Not to mention that most of the people here can't even make it to the shelves.

Those whose monthly income can reach four figures have already defeated more than [-]% of their competitors.

As for the monthly income of more than [-], it is estimated that there are only a few hundred people on each website.

It is still unknown whether there are five digits in the whole network.

Anyway, the number of takeaway boys across the country combined, the number of people with a monthly income of over [-] must be much more than the number of web writers.

Jiang Miao earnestly talked to Chen Haotang about a lot of seemingly exaggerated but real data, and said: "I started writing in high school, and only this book has this kind of income recently. Just a few thousand."

"Let's not mention the first few books. It can be said that there is basically no income. It is purely based on several attendance awards to earn back the printing fee and courier fee of the contract."

"It's not enough for my monthly food expenses, let alone make money."

After hearing these words, Chen Haotang, who was still a little moved, calmed down, and didn't say anything about writing a web article.