The rebirth confession failed, the school beauty is anxious

Chapter 57

"Do not believe!"

Chen Xiaolong shook his head.

He would rather believe that Zhou Chen can tell fortunes than believe that Zhou Chen is a time traveler.

Metaphysics and mythology are two different things.

Zhou Chen had previously added the player who taught him how to play Fantasy Westward Journey in the Internet cafe.

His game name is The World's Most Mean Knight.

Friend messages flash on the game interface.

I clicked on the message and saw that it was the message from the Bitch Knight: "Brother, I haven't seen you in the Internet cafe for a long time!"

Zhou Chen replied: "I came to Jiangzhou to go to school!"

The cheap knight: "A college student?"

Zhou Chen replied: "Yeah!"

The mean knight: "Brother, can we discuss something?"

Zhou Chen: "Say it!"

The mean knight: "Can you lend me a hundred dollars?"

Zhou Chen: "Are you in trouble?"

The mean knight: "My sister broke her leg. I have sold all my gaming equipment, and now I still have little money for surgery. I have borrowed everything I should have borrowed. I am really at my wits end!"

Chen Xiaolong caught a glimpse of the chat history between Zhou Chen and the Bitch Knight, and immediately said: "Brother Chen, don't believe it. This is fake. My sister is going to have an operation. How can he still be in the mood to surf the Internet?"

After Zhou Chen thought for a moment, he typed a reply to the base knight: "Is one hundred yuan enough?"

The cheap knight: "It's not enough, but I only dare to borrow this much from you. You're not very old, so one hundred yuan should be your limit!"

Zhou Chen asked again: "How much is left?"

The mean knight: "Five hundred..."

"Brother Chen, do you really want to lend it to him? Five hundred yuan is equivalent to one month's salary of an ordinary person!"

Chen Xiaolong became anxious and reached out to turn off Zhou Chen's computer.

Zhou Chen patted Chen Xiaolong's hand away and said calmly: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If something happens to his sister because he didn't collect enough five hundred yuan, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life..."

Chen Xiaolong said loudly: "Are you familiar with him? There are so many poor people in the world, can you help them? Do you really think that you are a philanthropist if you have a little money?"

Zhou Chen knew that Chen Xiaolong was doing it for his own good, he was just worried that he would be deceived.

But I have had contact with cheap knights before. Based on my experience of reading people in my two lifetimes, cheap knights don’t look like liars.

Zhou Chen patted Chen Xiaolong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Five hundred yuan is not much, just buy it for peace of mind!"

"whatever!"

Seeing that Zhou Chen was determined to have his own way, Chen Xiaolong rarely continued to persuade him.

Zhou Chen took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Brother Meng, the owner of the Internet cafe.

"Which..."

Brother Meng is posting on the forum selling dragon slaying.

Now the price of dragon slaying has reached 130,000, and he is in a very good mood.

"Brother Meng, I am Zhou Chen..."

"Chen Zhou?"

Hearing Zhou Chen's voice, the cigarette in Brother Meng's mouth fell on his crotch.

Why did Zhou Chen suddenly contact him?

Did he regret it after seeing the price of dragon slaying exposed on the forum?

Oh shit…

There is no regret medicine in the world.

If he dares to come to your door, give him some advice yourself.

But thinking that he had washed his hands in a golden basin and thinking of his pregnant wife, he was hesitant.

If it doesn’t work, give him some points!

"Brother Meng, can you lend me five hundred yuan? I will go to the bank to transfer the money to you tomorrow!"

Passbook transfers can only be processed at the counter.

The bank had already closed at this time, so he could only find Brother Meng in the Internet cafe.

"That's it. Come to the Internet cafe and I'll give it to you right away. You don't have to pay it back..."

Brother Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Five hundred yuan is not small money, but he is about to earn 50,000 yuan by slaying dragons, so five hundred yuan is a small thing.

Zhou Chen tilted his head and clamped the phone on his shoulder, typing to ask the base knight what phone number he was on.

"I'm in machine number 8 on the first floor!"

The mean knight replied immediately.

Zhou Chen told Wang Meng about the cheap knight.

Hearing that his customer's sister was suffering from leukemia, Wang Meng said cheerfully: "Brother Zhou Chen, you are a good person. Let's do this. I will give him another five hundred in my own name..."

"Then thank you Brother Meng..."

Zhou Chen glanced at Brother Meng a few times.

Of course, he didn't know that his dragon-slaying weapon had been sold to a sky-high price of 130,000 yuan.

Wang Meng hung up the phone and went to get the money from the cabinet in his bedroom.