The classroom door was suddenly pushed open, Qian Jialai was carrying a schoolbag - what, as a high school student, he was still carrying a schoolbag? I rubbed my eyes, he was really carrying a schoolbag with Huanzhu printed on it.
Ge Geli’s little swallow and fifth elder brother.
Are you kidding me? Meteor Garden’s F4 is popular now. How about money? You’re so stupid!
The head teacher was about to fall asleep on the desk, but he suddenly jumped up. When he saw clearly that the money was coming, he asked sharply: "Why are you here now?"
Qian Kuilai said aggrievedly: "The circular bus I want to take is only available at seven o'clock."
The whole class was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.[
The recirculating bus is a commuter bus only used by workers. It only runs twice a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. The recirculating bus has been running for more than ten years. It is old, worn out, and slow. The only advantage is that the ticket
Only one yuan.
However, the key problem is that taking other buses is only 50 cents more expensive than the circular bus!
The head teacher was extremely speechless and didn't know whether to encourage or criticize Qian Kuilai's frugality, so he had to let him sit down first.
But everyone's laughter continued, and some even joked with him: "Come on the money, you can wash my clothes once, can I give you 50 cents?"
Anyone who hears such insulting words will be angry. When Qian Qian came, his eyes lit up: "Really?"
The classmate was speechless: "Ah... this..."
Qian Qianlai took out a wrinkled, dark fifty cents with something stained on it from his pocket, and handed it to the small glasses sitting next to him: "I owe you the money I bought for the crispy noodles last time!"
The little glasses were surprised and he took them over. Before he could say anything, Qian Kuilai concentrated on reading the book.
No matter how others ridiculed him, he looked indifferent. Everyone found it boring, and the atmosphere in the class gradually became quiet.
When the old man, the head teacher, saw that almost everyone was here, he went out and wandered around somewhere.
But No. 1 Middle School is still No. 1 Middle School. We are all elites selected from all over the country. No one talks and everyone is reading. I also took out my chemistry book and pretended to read it for a while, but I was still thinking about Li Sijia’s piece of paper.