Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The boy's slender eyes showed sobriety, and his soft voice didn't fluctuate too much, as if he was just making an objective statement.

Yin Zihan was speechless by Song Zui's sharp words. He was the one who took the test paper. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't get angry. It was like punching cotton with a fist, so he had to smash his clenched fist on the table and leave angrily.

When Yin Zihan left, Wu Zhen who was sitting next to the young man opened his mouth in a daze, "Did you know that he would take the test paper?"

Song Zui, who was sitting by the window, nodded slightly.

Wu Zhen couldn't help casting admiring glances, he was trembling just talking to Yin Zihan today, he didn't expect Song Zui to have the courage to deal with Yin Zihan.

No wonder the boy went to the copy shop downstairs halfway yesterday, and when he learned that there was no fluctuation after the test papers were changed, he couldn't help but rejoice: "Fortunately, the teacher can't distinguish the handwriting, or else he will suffer."

Song Zui just listened quietly. When he was in Xu's house, he often imitated his handwriting to write homework for Xu Ning. From the initial stumbles to the handy, he could finish the homework in less than 10 minutes.

Wu Zhen is used to the quietness of young people, as long as Yin Zihan is unhappy, he is happy, so much so that he opens his mouth to treat guests: "Come on, I invite you to eat at the canteen in the North District."

Shanghai has a large number of college students, and there are six canteens in total. The North District canteen has the most abundant things, not only selling seafood but also hot pot.

When they walked to the canteen in the North District, Wu Zhen said generously, "Order whatever you want."

Song Zui was just waiting in front of the ordinary window. Before Wu Zhen could persuade him that today is a good day and don’t save money, the young man politely said to the person at the window, “Please order some fried pork and broccoli.”

He hurriedly swiped his card on the credit card machine, but the Kung Fu Boy turned back and transferred five yuan and twenty-eight cents to him, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​treating him to dinner.

They took a plate and found a place to sit down. The young man sat quietly on the chair and ate. Wu Zhen saw the food on Song Zui's plate.

Boys of this age generally eat a lot, and can eat three dishes per meal. Song Zui has a bigger appetite than him, but usually he only eats two dishes, and then bowl after bowl of extra rice.

He couldn't help being more curious about the boy's family background, saying that the poor bar is not active in subsidizing poor students, and he didn't hand in the application form when the school started.

Said he was rich, the clothes on his body were all old, and he usually only ate meat and vegetables. He heard that he had a reasonable nutritional ratio, but he still felt a little sad looking at it.

The fan on the right wall slowly blows air from the air conditioner to dissipate the heat of summer. The place where they sit is a treasured place of geomantic omen in the canteen of the North District. Not only the fan is facing the LCD TV.

A picture was broadcast on the TV opposite. On the TV, a well-dressed man handed out a piece of paper to the lovely and pitiful woman: "If you need help, you can call me."

Song Zui raised his head when he heard these words, there are not many people with such a high moral character nowadays.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhen, who would follow dramas in the cafeteria every day, saw this scene and couldn't help but say: "This man is so shameless!"

The teenager realized that he seemed to have said this sentence before, without changing even a single word. He stopped his hands that were pulling Xiaochaorou and calmly asked, "Is there any problem with this sentence?"

Anyone who has seen the charming beauties will say so, share discount information or exchange money-saving tips, this can be considered as a comprehensive test at the end of the love assistance period.

"The protagonist is living a good life, but this person will do anything to get the protagonist and even pretend to care about him today." Wu Zhen followed the plot thoughtfully, "I just want to support him when I give money."

Hearing the last sentence, the air fell silent, and realized that something was wrong with the young man, he thought of it and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you, you are definitely not such a person, I'm just afraid that the male model will misunderstand and cause unrealistic effects on your spending power expectations."

He completely believed in Song Zui's character, what bad thoughts could a good baby who reads every day have?

Song Zui pulled out his curly hair. If Yin Zihan said that, Song Zui must think that his thoughts were dirty, but when Wu Zhen said that, he really felt that there was something wrong with him.

"He just told me his name yesterday."

If you leave your contact information to ask the convenience, and wish to see each other every day, Song Zui will become suspicious instead.

A look of enlightenment appeared in Wu Zhen's eyes: "This is playing hard to get, otherwise why would it happen to appear behind you by coincidence? I heard from Yin Zihan that they greet high-quality guests every day, and they will definitely come to you today."

The moment the boy held the phone, he felt hot. The other party couldn't really call, he didn't have any money to spend.

In the afternoon in the laboratory building of the Faculty of Grammar, Xu Ning sat in his seat and listened to the class after a long absence, looking at the writing on the blackboard as if it had been a lifetime ago.

It stands to reason that he should be happy that he doesn't need to go to Tianyuan for an internship. He completely gave up the idea of ​​studying finance, so he should honestly count money at home.

But he was drowsy listening to the class, couldn't last half of the class, closed his eyes and fell asleep on the table. After class, his classmates woke him up: "The homework is due in the next class."

He collapsed on the table and subconsciously said, "Let Song Zui pay."

Song Zui would always attend class for him and help him complete his homework. He didn't need to study at all, he could just play by himself, but the classmate asked doubtfully, "Didn't you kick him out?"

Hearing these words, Xu Ning woke up. He raised his head and opened the book to finish the homework by himself. The homework of the physics department was not written by humans at all. How could he know what the single-slit Fraunhofer diffraction is.

In the past, he didn't think about why Song Zui came to the unfamiliar grammar school alone, and he didn't think about how difficult it would be for Song Zui, who hadn't been admitted to university, to do his homework on Baidu.

When he was doing his homework, he realized that it was not an easy task. It was difficult to find the exact same answer on the Internet. It only took him half an hour to do the four questions. The young man must have taken the trouble to search over and over again.

Xu Ning lost the patience to copy homework by himself, so he called Jin Ming to help him write it when he got home, but the other party didn't know how to do it at all.

He suddenly felt that Song Zui saved a lot of trouble by his side, and he felt uncomfortable without the young man. The other party would not really be admitted to a prestigious school, so he couldn't help calling Song Zui.

But no one answered the phone all the time, and the boy who had only seen him in the past refused to answer his calls, and suddenly an unspeakable feeling emerged in his heart.

Song Zui finished reading "Weinberg Field Theory" and "Introduction to Differential Geometry and General Relativity" in the library in the afternoon.

In the middle, Xu Ning called. Although he didn't know why he called, most likely because he drank too much at the bar, he still didn't even think about being blacklisted.

Maybe there was gratitude in the past but it disappeared after that day, and he didn't really want to be associated with someone who didn't know what single-slit Fraunhofer diffraction was.

Except for this phone, the phone is still silent, no one calls, and the screen that was originally hot is gradually turned off.

He touched his purse and breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but wonder if all male models are so unprofessional?Realizing that he was not a high-quality customer, he pursed his lips and turned off the phone.

Song Zui put away his books and walked into the elevator. In the elevator, he heard someone gossip. He heard that the owner of a shopping mall and his sister-in-law ran away, leaving a store of clothes for clearance.

He has no interest in this news. From an economic point of view, the discount is price discrimination against consumers. He originally only spent 20 yuan and unknowingly spent [-] yuan.

The people on the side talk about the price.

"Short-sleeved fifteen."

"Hat thirty."

"Twenty boots."

Song Zui silently deduced the Boltzmann formula in his heart, and his ears finally couldn't help but prick up when he heard that the down jacket was [-] years old.

Big cities are indeed different from small places. In the past, 1000 yuan was enough to live a year in the Southwest, but now there are more and more things I want to buy, and if I don’t pay attention, I will step into the consumption trap of capitalism.

He was thinking about what kind of clothes he wanted to buy. The last time the supermarket in Shanghai had a discount, he had already stockpiled enough paper for a semester, and it didn't hurt to buy clothes at a good discount.

When he was about to take a ride to the supermarket, he caught a glimpse of the mobile phone in the bag, and finally couldn't resist making a call.

The other party should need cheaper supplies more than himself. He knows how uncomfortable it feels to be in debt, as if he can't straighten his waist with a heavy stone on his back, and feels inferior to others in everything he does.

In the conference room, the Thailand development project was discussed in full swing. Chen Ming, 57, was full of spirits: "The construction will start at the end of this month. I will take the initiative to apply for another follow-up project."

Secretary Zheng next to him thought that Chen Ming had a really big appetite, so He Shanting, who never asked about development projects, asked lightly, "Has the Bai family's funds been in place?"

Chen Ming was taken aback when he heard the words, the joint development of Bangkok by the three companies is a certainty, and there should be no changes, but He Shanting's words still made him feel uneasy.

The representative sent by the other party responded: "The funds will definitely be in place in time, and we will notify you as soon as it is in place."

When the voice fell, He Shanting's phone rang just in time, and the people in the meeting room immediately looked over, even Chen Ming, who was with the old god, was no exception.

The man in the main seat saw the name on the screen and turned off the phone for a moment. Chen Ming next to him immediately became anxious. Judging from He Shanting's expression, it must be an important call.

The phone rang again.

He Shanting still didn't answer.

Chen Ming couldn't hold back and asked, "Why are you refusing to answer this call in front of us? Is it because it involves funds for the development project in Thailand?"

As if his persecution had had an effect, the noble-looking man finally opened the screen and connected the call. Everyone was thinking about this crucial call, and the meeting room was so quiet that a pin could be heard falling on the ground.

However, in the next second, the juvenile's cheerful voice, which was trying to be reserved but to no avail, came from the phone: "Will you come to the mall for [-]% off stock clearance!"

The author has something to say: He Shanting: It seems that everyone really wants me to answer my wife's phone call (bushi)