Chapter five hundred and fortieth mysterious token
"You two are dressed up like red envelopes. It's quite festive." After Zhang Wei walked to the table and stood up, he saw Lu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia dressed up, and his thoughts were similar to Hu Yifei's.
Chen Meijia was very satisfied with the gift given by Hu Yifei.
Now she is curious about what tokens Zhang Wei and Zhao Haitang will give.
"Cut the nonsense."
"Where's the token?"
Zhao Haitang held the gift box and was about to give it to Chen Meijia.
Zhang Wei stretched out his hand to stop him: "I will go out to mediate the case later, let me come first."
Finished speaking.
A confident smile appeared on Zhang Wei's face.
The gift box is opened.
Tang Zhan, Zhuge Dali, Hu Yifei, Chen Meijia, and Lu Ziqiao saw one thing?
shirt?
And there is another...
Strong and pungent smell.
Zhang Wei picked up the shirt with both hands and said with emotion: "This is a piece of clothing that means a lot to me. I bought it after working frugally and saving up three months' salary."
When Zhuge Dali heard that Zhang Wei bought a shirt in three months, he looked incredulous: "How much was your monthly salary back then?"
Zhang Wei didn't want to answer the embarrassing question: "I have been wearing this shirt until now. It was originally blue, but it turned white after washing."
"Now!"
Zhang Wei held the shirt in both hands and tossed it in the air.
Zhao Haitang was slapped in the face by his shirt. If he hadn't known that he was slapped by his shirt, he would have thought that what Zhang Wei was holding was a belt.
This shirt!
It's simply incomprehensible.
No wonder it has been worn for so many years.
Made of canvas, right?
Zhang Wei shook his shirt: "I want to give it to you with my own hands, and tell Xiaobu that seeing a shirt is like seeing a person."
He was thrown away and fought by Zhang Wei.
Tang Zhan, Hu Yifei, and Zhuge Dali all covered their noses.
Chen Meijia's disgusted expression.
She found that her expectations for Zhang Wei seemed to be a little too high.
It seems that Zhang Wei is still so unreliable.
Lu Ziqiao held up her shirt in disgust, feeling helpless to her good friend: "Thank you."
Don’t forget to remind me either.
"Meijia remember to take it for disinfection."
"Begonia, where's yours?"
Zhao Haitang looked at Zhang Wei mockingly, glanced at Tang Zhan provocatively, and took a step forward holding the gift box: "This is the certificate from my elementary school composition competition. It is the first honor on my literary path. I give this certificate to you."
Giving it to Xiao Bu as a token is not only a token, but also an incentive BUFF (addition) that I give to Xiao Bu. Xiao Xiao Bu’s future performance on the writing road will definitely make you jaw-dropping."
After Chen Meijia opened the gift box, she frowned and said, "Zhao Lihua won the title of 'Little Master of Nonfiction' in this composition competition. I am sending you this letter as an encouragement."
"What exactly did you write?"
Zhao Haitang said proudly: "The teacher asked me to write a story about a spring outing. I wrote a story about a primary school student who encountered a monster during a spring outing and then invited the monster to come to school."
Zhao Haitang became more and more excited as he talked: "The monster stayed for two days and then ran away from the earth crying. Because the homework was too difficult, I became a superhero who protects the world. Isn't it ironic?"
As a teacher, Hu Yifei couldn't help complaining: "Your Chinese teacher didn't let you stand in the corner and even gave you a certificate. You are really broad-minded."
"Are you not satisfied with my token?" Zhao Haitang could see the disgusted expressions on everyone's faces: "Then what did Tang Zhan give?"
Everyone looked at Tang Zhan.
Tang Zhan smiled: "My gift will be revealed soon."