booktalesy 10: To look askance at it
10: To look askance at it
Yang Xiaoming's tone and expression were very casual, as if it were a casual question asked on a whim by a good friend.
After the question was asked, the students, who had been talking all at once, suddenly fell silent.
This is also the question that everyone is most eager to know the answer to.
Li Xiwei leaned forward instinctively.
Xiao Ze glanced at Yang Xiaoming indifferently.
Most people probably didn't think much about it, they were just curious about the answer to the question.
But Xiao Ze saw through his casual demeanor and immediately sensed his deliberate targeting from the question itself.
Xiao Ze was well aware of the reason.
Xiao Ze smiled slightly. He asked casually, and Xiao Ze answered casually in return:
"The price of the watch doesn't matter, as long as you like it."
"Being poor in the past doesn't mean you'll always be poor, Xiaoming, don't you agree?"
Yang Xiaoming's face stiffened.
"Ring ring ring," the class bell rang, and the lecturer walked in carrying the teaching materials.
The students returned to their seats.
Xiao Ze put on his headphones and opened WeChat.
I transferred 1,000 yuan to Li Xiwei first, with the note "daily wage".
Xiao Ze had actually considered transferring more money to her, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.
Simply put, I don't want her to be full too early.
After she finished walking around, Xiao Ze noticed that she didn't look at her phone and was still sitting upright, looking like a model student.
After a moment's thought, Xiao Ze sent three more messages.
Xiao Ze: (If you want a bonus every day, you have to be more proactive.)
(Don't wait for me to say what I need; learn to offer it proactively.)
(Remember, all I want is one thing: pleasure.)
After she finished distributing the textbook, Xiao Ze noticed that she had deliberately held it up to block the lecturer's view.
Then he secretly took out his phone to look.
Xiao Ze stopped paying attention to her and opened the WeChat account labeled "Mom".
I transferred 10,000 yuan to them first.
Note: Scholarship.
Xiao Ze's academic performance was at best average in his class, and he received a scholarship, which he actually felt ashamed of.
The key is that my "Tang Monk" mom only buys this kind of thing. If I add a note about part-time jobs or something similar, in her eyes it's just plain frivolous.
I'm going to be driven crazy by my mom's "tightening spells"!
I don't dare transfer too much money for now, because I'm afraid of what my mom will say!
Xiao Ze began to think about how to make it super fun.
Then, I received a text message from the property manager...
Li Xiwei quickly clicked to receive the payment, then looked at the three messages Xiao Ze had sent.
His heart was filled with a mixture of resentment, bewilderment, doubt, and surprise, making his emotions extremely complex.
A moment later, Li Xiwei opened the WeChat account labeled "Dad".
Li Xiwei: (Dad, how is Aunt Xiao doing lately?)
I received a reply in less than two minutes after sending the message.
Dad: (Daughter, why did you suddenly ask her that?)
Dad: (Still the same old story, useless at everything, but a master of nagging. Why even ask her?)
Li Xiwei thought about it for a moment and then replied.
Li Xiwei: (Dad, be nicer to Aunt Xiao and pay more attention to her.)
Dad: (Daughter, your mom's watching the news too!)
Li Xiwei: (I meant be nicer, what were you thinking? Never mind, I'm in class.)
Exiting WeChat, Li Xiwei opened Taobao.
First, I took a picture of a Dior lipstick that cost over 400 yuan that had been in my shopping cart for more than a month.
Then I opened Doubao.
Ask Doubao three soul-searching questions
Question 1: What do boys like?
Second question: How to make a guy feel the most pleasure?
Three questions: If a boy's animalistic instincts are unleashed, what self-protection methods do girls have?
The afternoon's classes passed by in a flash.
The students stood up and got up to leave.
It was at this moment.
In front of his classmates, Dong Dapeng suddenly bowed deeply to Xiao Ze and shouted in a very childish way:
"Your Majesty, would you like to attack the King? If so, I will arrange it immediately."
The female cultural committee member turned her head and asked curiously, "What else do you need to arrange for playing King of Glory? Are you arranging kills?"
"Haha..." The students laughed.
However, Dong Dapeng didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Amidst the laughter of the students,
He remained respectful, standing with his head bowed before Xiao Ze, like an obedient little dog.
Xiao Ze was speechless at his behavior.
Although I had known for a long time that my roommate was shameless, it wasn't until this moment that I truly witnessed just how shameless he was.
Xiao Ze didn't know whether to admire him or despise him.
But to be honest, if he suddenly went from being a poor second-generation heir to a rich second-generation heir...
Xiao Ze felt he couldn't do what he did, immediately humbling himself to ask to be his underling in front of his classmates.
From this perspective, Xiao Ze really thinks he's pretty awesome.
Xiao Ze said, "Second brother, act normal."
Dong Dapeng kept his head bowed and cupped his hands in greeting:
"If Your Majesty doesn't want to play King of Glory, would you like to play basketball? If so, I will arrange it immediately."
"I want to hit you," Xiao Ze said helplessly.
"You could at least call me 'Brother Ze,' what the hell is 'King'? You have the nerve to call me that, I'm embarrassed to even respond, it's so stupid!"
Dong Dapeng nodded emphatically: "Okay, Brother Ze, you don't need to call me Lao Er, I'm not worthy. You can call me Dapeng or Pengzi."
The students immediately turned their heads to look at him.
Some people looked down on it with disdain, while others admired its courage.
Yang Xiaoming suddenly stood up and walked out without saying a word.
He believes that a person can be poor, but they absolutely cannot be without dignity.
Dong Dapeng publicly fawned over Xiao Ze, and even as his roommate, he felt ashamed for Xiao Ze.
I disdain associating with them.
Before he could even leave the classroom, he caught a glimpse of the sweet-looking class monitor, Li Xiwei, getting up and walking towards Xiao Ze.
Contrary to her usual arrogance, she asked Xiao Ze in front of the whole class:
"What do you want for dinner? I'll go buy it for you."
"Pfft!" The female student council member sprayed the water she had just drunk all over the face of the boy sitting next to her.
In an instant, whether the students were sitting or standing,
They all stared wide-eyed and gaped in shock at Li Xiwei and Xiao Ze.
Yang Xiaoming and his two companions had already witnessed Li Xiwei's subservience to Xiao Ze at the Haidilao hotpot lunch, so they weren't too shocked.
But for most of the other students, it was their first time seeing it.
Although Xiao Ze has some money now, Li Xiwei is the school beauty.
Even if the school beauty has to bow to money, she can't do it this quickly!
Xiao Ze didn't care what his classmates thought; he had already decided how he would enjoy himself tonight during class time.
Xiao Ze got up and walked out, with Li Xiwei following closely behind like a little fangirl.
The two figures had just disappeared down the corridor,
The class was in complete uproar.
The students' constant use of phrases starting with "I" such as "Holy crap," "Damn it," and "My goodness"
They coalesced into a wave of sound that swept across the entire classroom.
Led by the female student council member, the students pestered Xiao Ze's three roommates, Xu, Dong, and Yang.
Pressing for details, they asked if the two were together.
If so, who pursued whom first? When exactly did they get together, etc.
Yang Xiaoming's face turned ashen as he forced his way through the encirclement and ran out of the classroom.
An inexplicable, suffocating feeling welled up in my chest.
Yang Xiaoming, filled with resentment, threw a punch that slammed into the white wall.
With a "bang",
A speck of dust falls onto the white wall.
Yang Xiaoming's knuckles immediately turned red and his fist went numb!
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