A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

At the back door of the school, under the I-shaped overpass, Huo Yan and his classmates Shu Yang and Liu Xiaojiao were setting up a stall and selling books.

This book is a collection of essays, documentaries, scientific research discussions, and even photography, jointly produced by the school's faculty and staff.

The school assigned each department, grade, and class a charity sale, with all proceeds donated to the elderly and orphanages.

The thing itself is a good thing. The only bad thing is the students who were assigned to carry out this task.

Books are really hard to sell!

Shu Yang bought two cups of milk tea and invited Huo Yan and Liu Xiaojiao to drink.

"We've tried our best. If we can't sell it, then we can't sell it."

Huo Yan was worried. "The squad leader said that if we can't complete the task, we can buy these books ourselves."

Where does she get that money?

And where should I put two hundred books?

Liu Xiaojiao was also worried. She sucked the pearls in her milk tea without saying a word.

Shu Yang glanced at the books on the stall and said, "We haven't sold any. If we buy them ourselves, we can each get 66 books, and I can get two extra books."

Huo Yan was unwilling, "The price is 45 yuan per copy, which means yuan per person."

Why?

This is the task of every class. Why should they just listen to Xie Ke's words?

Liu Xiaojiao nodded silently, but still didn't say anything.

Huo Yan held the milk tea, which was a little hot. She absolutely disagreed with Shu Yang's suggestion.

Shu Yang was born into a well-off family. His parents were willing to spend money on him. It was easy for him to get three or four thousand yuan a month for living expenses from his parents.

Like today's charity sale, he felt that if he talked to his parents about it, three thousand yuan would not be a big problem.

It was because he had offended the squad leader before, and Xie Ke was deliberately making things difficult for him, and he knew it in his heart.

Shu Yang stood far away from the bookstall. He felt that the two girls were stingy, but he didn't say it out loud. He felt that he could handle his share by himself, so he didn't want to stand there and embarrass himself.

Huo Yan turned around and handed the milk tea to Shu Yang, "I don't like milk tea, you drink it."

Shu Yang looked at Huo Yan's face, which was a face that would be hard for a boy not to be moved.

It looks just like the one modeled in the game.

"Don't all girls like milk tea?"

"I don't like it." Huo Yan insisted on returning it to him.

Shu Yang refused to take it and said arrogantly, "If you don't want to drink it, just throw it away."

He had never encountered a situation where he invited a girl to drink milk tea, but she returned it. It was embarrassing.

Huo Yan was standing in front of the bookstall, holding a cup of milk tea.

Ji Wuwei's car stopped in front of the bookstall.

Their bookstall was set up under the overpass, and Ji Wuwei's car could just be parked next to the bookstall.

A car stopped in front of the bookstall, and Liu Xiaojiao hid timidly behind Huo Yan.

"Are we not allowed to set up stalls here?"

"No way?" Huo Yan was not sure.

The next moment, Ji Wuwei got out of the car.

"Huo Yan!"

Ji Wuwei shouted loudly and loudly, then took a few steps to Huo Yan.

"Why are you here? Aren't you playing with your friends?" Huo Yan was a little surprised.

She just received a call from Ji Wuwei and Xie Ke, asking her when they would come over. It had only been twenty minutes and Ji Wuwei came here by himself.

Ji Wuwei grinned, "What friends? They're not important."

What he wanted to say more was: No one is as important as you.

Ji Wuwei smiled foolishly. The two people behind him had already gotten out of the car and walked over.

Cheng Bin said cheerfully, "He's talking about me."

Feng Jie continued, "And me."

As soon as Feng Jie spoke, Liu Xiaojiao, who was hiding behind Huo Yan, instantly turned red.