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Su Ning didn't beat around the bush and finished speaking in one breath.

"When your brother's classmates learned that your family owns a large shopping mall and is very wealthy, they often asked your brother to treat them to meals."

"Your brother is different from you. He has a strong sense of self-esteem. His classmates are willing to flatter him. With just a few words, your brother is willing to treat them to a meal."

"Before, everyone was underage, there were few places to play, and the biggest expense was food."

"After entering college, some of your younger brother's classmates were admitted to the same university. His former classmates praised him highly, creating the impression that he was very generous in front of his college classmates."

"His college classmates and former classmates often make trouble and ask your brother to treat them to meals, drinks at bars, and travel."

"Expenses have increased, and your brother can't make ends meet. He's had no choice but to start taking on projects with your parents to earn money, but it's obvious that it's still not enough."

Su Ning took a breath and continued, "He met you in the game by accident, and used the pseudonym Xiaoya by accident as well."

I am not a rich second generation, but I have full faith in the anchor.

When he heard what happened to his brother, he felt distressed, helpless, guilty, and a little bit relieved.

What makes me sad is that Xiaoya doesn’t have any friends around him who cares about him.

Unfortunately, Xiaoya doesn’t know how to refuse.

He felt guilty that as a brother, he did not see Xiaoya's predicament.

Fortunately, Xiaoya's lie to him was an accident.

"I'll tell you the rest." Since everyone had already said everything, Xiaoya didn't care anymore.

"I'm sorry." Xiaoya said to me guiltily, "Meeting you in the game was indeed an accident."

"You didn't notice. Our first game was a distance match. I rarely spoke during the game. When they started scolding you, I didn't care."

"It wasn't until you turned on the voice chat and I heard your voice that I helped you scold them."

"Then why didn't you tell me that you were Xiaoya?" I am not a rich second generation and I was very curious.

Xiaoya snorted and gave him a look to let him figure it out himself.

"You registered a new phone number. You didn't want me and my parents to find out that you stayed up late playing games. I told you I'm Xiaoya, and then you cancelled your phone number and got a new card to register a gaming account."

I'm not a rich second generation. Feeling guilty, I whispered, "It seems so."

He is too new to team up with people he knows.

He is very satisfied with his new account, and his game friends are all strangers.

Staying up late to play games will not attract attention.

Xiaoya sighed again, "You're such a newbie, I can only pretend to be a stranger and teach you how to play games. I don't know why you want to be my girlfriend."

"Since we're connected online and you don't know who's on the other end, I agreed. I made up the family story to make you afraid of my family."

"Half a year later, during the winter break of my freshman year, I didn't have much extra money. With New Year approaching and friends gathering more and more often, you offered to give me money again."

"I suddenly had a sudden thought and clicked accept. Everyone knows what happened next."

The barrage of comments kept scrolling.

[I hate friends who eat and drink for free, but if I had a friend like Xiaoya, I would definitely be very happy.]

[Stupid guy, he earned money and spent it on his drinking buddies, and he also cheated on his own brother.]

[Please reject ineffective social interaction!]

[Friends are not about quantity, but quality. I don’t want many friends, I just want a small friend.]

[The netizen above is calculating loudly.]

Xiaoya realized his mistake and said stubbornly, "I just borrowed my brother's money to spend for a while. I will pay him back when I earn money."

I am not a rich second generation who lowers his head to send messages to his parents and faces the camera.

"Thank you, Master, and thank you netizens. I have already told my parents about my brother's situation, and they are already rushing home."

"The following scene is not suitable for broadcast. I won't waste your time. Goodbye."

Before the video ended, everyone heard Xiaoya's voice breaking down, "Why did you tell my parents?"

"You have some social and ideological problems. As your brother, I have the responsibility to explain your situation to your parents." I am not a rich second-generation and I said cruel words in a gentle tone.

The video ends here, and netizens have only eaten half of it, feeling uncomfortable and itchy.

[No, I've already taken off my pants, how can there be no follow-up?]

[I want to see stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, and I want to see the cool and abstinent male god get beaten up, shashasha.]

[Want to see +1.]

[Anchor, I want to watch it, please follow up.]

Su Ning looked at the lively netizens and said with a faint smile, "Xiaoya's parents won't beat him, nor will they intervene to stop his abnormal social activities. He will meet true friends in the future. Even if I'm not a rich second-generation, I will still meet my true love."

"They both have not had any major ups and downs in their lives, and they will have a bright future and smooth sailing."

Just as Su Ning said, Xiaoya's parents did not beat Xiaoya when they returned home.

They reflected on themselves, why would Xiaoya use money to maintain an abnormal friendship?

Is it that they did something wrong as parents and neglected Xiaoya's psychological growth?

Xiaoya's parents had a long and detailed talk with their two sons late at night, had a few drinks, talked, and found problems.

The next day, Xiaoya sent a message to the dinner group, disbanding the group chat and never contacted them again.

Five or six so-called friends came to Xiaoya's home and asked him why he disbanded the group chat.

This was the first time Xiaoya looked these friends in the eye.

It's ridiculous. It's not worth it for the so-called face.

"I'm going to be a junior soon, preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, and I have to help my parents with business and personnel management during my free time. I don't have time to eat with you."

"Our group only chats when we eat, drink, or go out to play. I won't have time to organize activities in the future, so naturally it doesn't need to exist."

Friends laughed and took it as a joke.

"Xiaoya, you don't have time to go, but we do. There's no need for you to disband our friendship group."

Others echoed, "Yeah, we can get together when you have time, or when others get together, just go to the place we often go."

"You sometimes didn't have time to go before, so we just organized it ourselves, just like before."

Xiaoya looked at everyone in a daze. At this moment, he completely let go of these so-called friends.

"You guys gather and put it on my account and wait for me to pay?"

Friends: "Isn't it always like this? Xiaoya is not a stingy person. The cost of our meal is just a small portion of your pocket money."

"Don't come to my house in the future. I don't welcome you." Xiao Ya didn't give them a chance to speak and continued.

"If you come to my house again, I will ask your parents one by one for the money you have separately put in my account."

Xiaoya's voice was cold and emotionless, as if he was just stating something that had nothing to do with him.

The events he attended were charged to his account and he paid for them.

He won't spend money on events he doesn't attend.