Worrying about running out of money every day

The first floor, Class [-], Senior [-].

"Yang Lei, are you going to the second floor? Do me a favor." The front desk turned to him with a smile.

Yang Lei replied blankly: "Ah, good."

Yang Lei lowered his head and looked at the darkened screen, stroking the back with his fingertips.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to milk tea later." The beautiful eyes at the front table lit up immediately, Yang Lei lowered his eyelashes to cover them, and said yes in a low voice.

"No, no." He wanted to stop it.

The front desk stuffed the pink box into his arms involuntarily, "It's useful, please, please give this to Jishen for me, you will definitely help me, right, you are so diligent."

"Well... I will help." Yang Lei looked at her timidly.

The front table had already turned to talk to her little sister, Yang Lei looked at the message on the phone and smiled, how could he be as stupid as before.

【Strike him】

Yang Lei secretly rejoiced, but then darkened when he saw the handsome boy next to him at the same table.

Guilt mixed with joy made his heart extremely entangled.

He collected himself, and raised a gentle smile.

"This classmate, can you call your Song Ji for me? I have something to do with him."

The classmate who was called was a girl. She looked at Yang Lei suspiciously for a few seconds, and asked him inexplicably, "What are you calling our school belle for?

Yang Lei stopped holding the powder box, and asked with a smile: "Then can I call Ji Qingyan, I know he has a very good relationship with Song Ji."

"Okay, but you have to be clear, Ji Shen may not come out." The girl reminded him.

"It's okay, thank you."

Yang Lei looked around unconsciously, pushed his glasses and poked his head into the classroom.

He was a little worried that Ji Qingyan would not come out.

"What do you want from me?" Ji Qingyan came out, thinking that it was Song Ji's friend, and frowned when he saw him.

Yang Lei hurriedly took out the box, and hurriedly said, "I, I'm here to deliver something for someone else, and she gave it to you."

He handed the box forward, bowing his head in embarrassment: "Also, I still want to thank you, thanks to you last night, otherwise I..."

Ji Qingyan interrupted him unexpectedly: "You don't need to thank me, they blocked my way first, and it just so happened that you were also blocked."

These words were too straightforward, Yang Lei's face turned pale instantly, his voice trembled, "But I still have to say thank you, here you are." With a pale face, he quickly stuffed the powder box into Ji Qingyan's arms, and ran away.

Ji Qingyan glanced at him inexplicably, then threw the pink box into the trash without even looking at it.

"Who is looking for me?" Song Ji was busy copying the math papers without raising his head.

"It's Teacher Yang's nephew."

"Oh, he, why do you want me?"

Song Ji didn't have a good impression of Yang Lei. He didn't like people who kept their heads down and spoke in a low voice, which made him feel like he was bullying others.

Song Ji didn't even remember his face, what he remembered most clearly was that he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and he looked silly when he looked at it.

"I didn't look for you, I came here to deliver something for someone else. I guess I called you because I only knew you." Ji Qingyan handed him a cup of hot milk, and said, "Can you finish copying today?"

"I've finished copying!" Song Ji was so depressed that Lao Liu was so angry that he was asked to copy the paper after he had attended the lectures. If he hadn't--

Song Ji snorted angrily: "Don't underestimate me, as long as I'm serious, I can finish the copy." At worst, call Wang Xiaojun and the others to come and help.

He was followed by a large group of younger brothers.

Song Ji copied himself and giggled.

Ji Qingyan was delighted to see it.

"There are still two classes after school, where do you want to eat at noon?" Ji Qingyan started his daily routine inquiry again.

"Hmm." Song Ji stopped writing, thought for a while, "Today I went to the cafeteria with Wang Xiaojun, and I won't be with you anymore."

"Alright, then I'll go to the company. Be careful yourself, and call my cell phone if you have something to do." Ji Qingyan quickly decided on his next formation, and told Song Ji by the way.

"Then it's settled!" Song Ji suddenly lost the mood to write the paper, and threw away the pen, "I want to order food, do you want to eat, I'll send it to you."

"I want to eat, uh—" Song Ji mumbled the names of a few dishes, afraid that Ji Qingyan could hear them in a low voice.

"I'll order it for you, don't let me find out that you're eating indiscriminately again." Ji Qingyan didn't want to come back and see the young master holding his stomach and whimpering.

"You don't believe me." Song Ji glared at him angrily, his peach eyes widened like a puffer fish.

Ji Qingyan couldn't stop smiling, and smiled.

"I remember that you have a lot of criminal records, so you have to guard against it."

Under his pressure, Song Ji handed over the phone depressed.

Seeing him order several light dishes, Song Ji was filled with indignation.

"Also, you are not allowed to drive secretly." After ordering the meal, Ji Qingyan added.

Song Ji is completely furious, this person is so annoying (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

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The top members of the Ji family were actually Ji Qingyan's people long ago, but Ji's father was still living in his own world and didn't realize it.

Ji Qingyan went today to simply deal with the backlog of documents and arrange Ji's pace by the way.

Although there were not many things but they were piecemeal, it took some time to deal with them. When Ji Qingyan returned to school, he did not see Song Ji.

Without even thinking about it, he knew that the Eldest Young Master was driving around secretly again.

Ji Qingyan laughed, he knew he couldn't stop following Xiao Wang and the others.

Not knowing where they are now, he released his consciousness, and without any accident, he found the young master in the driveway of the mountain behind the school.

With a flash, he appeared at Song Ji's next stop.

"You guys are so slow, hurry up and keep up."

Song Ji squinted his eyes to enjoy the wind blowing across his cheeks, urging all the slow-moving younger brothers.

The younger brothers are all obedient and well-behaved cuties, Song Ji is very reassuring about them, and he also knows that there must be people arranged by his parents, but it doesn't matter if he has a good time with them.

He turned his head to speed up, but—

"Why are you here?" Song Ji slammed on the brakes, looking at him with a guilty conscience.

Ji Qingyan smiled slightly, and Song Ji couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed.

After parking the car and letting the attendants drive back, Song Ji walked over, and a group of younger brothers behind pushed and shoved over to say hello, and then dispersed in a crowd.

Song Ji looked at Ji Qingyan, couldn't help but rubbed his arms, "Don't laugh like that, it's really weird."

"I finally understand why those girls are afraid to hand you love letters in person." Song Ji added, muttering.

Ji Qingyan tilted his head to look at him: "Then how should you laugh, is this so?" As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Song Ji was stunned, Ji Qingyan was good-looking, on par with him, but always smiled lightly, with a very indifferent alienation, suddenly such a bright smile, Song Ji suddenly felt remorse.

Strangely good-looking.

Song Ji nodded fiercely, but his eyes were erratic and he didn't dare to look at him.

Ji Qingyan handed him a bottle of water very naturally, and said with a smile: "Since you don't play anymore, go back, and class will start soon."

"Ah?" Song Ji came back to his senses, "Oh, okay, by the way, what about Wang Xiaojun and the others?" He grabbed his hair, looked at the empty driveway, and was dumbfounded.

Ji Qingyan grabbed his hand and smiled lightly: "They left early, when you were stupid when you saw me."

Song Ji's face turned red in an instant, he punched Ji Qingyan, and cursed in a depressed voice: "Hmph, a group of villains who are greedy for life and afraid of death, I will never ask them to play again."

"Let's go." As he said, he pushed Ji Qingyan forward, his steps were quite fast, and he knew that he was bouncing around without looking, and he didn't know where the energy came from to be so lively every day.

Downstairs in the teaching building, Wang Xiaojun and the others were gathering together, and there seemed to be someone inside.

Song Ji walked over, "What are you doing? Do you know if you're blocking the way, go away quickly."