"It's the final exam." I put my hand on my forehead and pretended to be helpless and said, "It will take a few more months. When will I be able to hold this beauty back in my arms?"
"For a man, what he can't get is always the best. Tingting, don't let him catch you so easily." Song Ying hooked her arms around Chu Tingting's neck and giggled.
I realized that women are really fickle animals. They were on my side just a moment ago, but they changed their stance so quickly.
Li Sijia took out a brand new ten-dollar bill from her pocket and handed it to me. I asked curiously: "This is it?"
"Your royalties." Li Sijia said with a smile: "Originally, the three of us planned to embezzle, but later we felt uneasy about our consciences, so we gave it to you. Just treat us to a meal." [
"Okay, okay." I took the ten dollars and I was very proud. This was the first time in my life that I had received royalties. I couldn't be more proud to see that my words could be exchanged for money.
"Wait a minute." I suddenly reacted: "Where are you going to ask me to treat me to dinner?" If it were in the cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School, ten yuan would be enough, but...
"Of course it's a restaurant outside. If you don't have four dishes and one soup, how can you be worthy of a great writer who is about to become famous?" Li Sijia's tone seemed to be blaming me for making such a fuss.
"I knew it..." I put the ten dollars on the table helplessly: "You must have embezzled..."
In the end, we went to a restaurant off campus to have a delicious meal to celebrate. Originally, I was prepared to live without food this week, but when it came time to pay the bill, the little rich woman Song Ying rushed to give out the money.
When it comes to money, it's another headache for me. I still owe Xiaoyu a thousand yuan and I haven't paid it back. Although he has never asked me to pay it back, it doesn't mean that I pretend to have forgotten it. Xiaoyu
No matter how rich Yu is, it belongs to him and has nothing to do with me.
But I really can't think of where to make this thousand yuan. If I borrow money from Jin Ren Jinyi, it would be equivalent to tearing down the east wall to pay for the west wall. The essence remains the same.
If it weren't for my own conditions, I would have wanted to dance like Han Bing or Xiaojiao, and the scale of my exposure would definitely be larger than those of them... The key problem is that no one would see me if I exposed myself.