Online dating dad and boyfriend think I'm poor

Yan Kong's Ye Yan once again sneaked a hasty glance, turned his head calmly, pretended to lower his head to look for books in his schoolbag, but held his heart, reminiscing over and over again in his heart.

This class was so worth it.

Just a little heartbroken.

He finally knew why no one dared to sit in this seat.

Ye Yan's thoughts of wandering in space were dragged back by the professor who walked in without knowing when and called him directly.

Only then did he realize later, he turned on the phone and memorized the senior's name in his mind repeatedly, and then waited anxiously for the name to be called.

After calling about a dozen names.

The professor on the stage: "Qin Shang——"

Ye Feng immediately had a conditioned reflex: "Here!"

He deliberately lowered his voice to appear more mature.

After shouting, Ye Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and inadvertently caught the flashing eyes of the mixed-race man next door again.

"...Well, I actually..." Ye Feng felt guilty, "I'm just young."

The man gave him a cold look and looked away.

He looked down at the phone screen and the chat box of #大一叶沨#.

Click on the avatar and see Kids Space, the last one on the top is the beginning of last month.

——"A university is incomplete without failing courses!"

He returned to the chat box and typed a reply: "A university is incomplete without failing courses."

Ye Yan was taken aback when he saw this sentence, and then the evil fire in his stomach suddenly rose up.I can laugh at myself, but I can't be laughed at by others!

He had to pinch his phone tightly because he was in class.

"Bu Hanchan—" The professor's voice suddenly came from the podium.

"arrive."

Ye Yan was interrupted by this voice, and was a little surprised when he heard the Chinese of the mixed-race man next to him. The pronunciation of this word was very accurate, and his voice was low and very magnetic.

It turns out that this senior is called "Bu Hanchan", and it seems that he is probably of Chinese descent or Central European mixed race.

After class was over, the sullen feeling in Ye Feng's heart just now dissipated.

He stayed up late last night to work the night shift, and now he is in a state of depression, not to mention the severe headache, and he is still very hungry.

He didn't catch a word in the postgraduate class as if he was listening to a bible.

Ye Feng thought for a while, and simply took out the textbook for the failed subject from his bag, took out a pen, and sketched the key points again on the textbook that already had notes.

After reading the book for a while, Ye Yan felt that reviewing was very difficult, and wanted to make a last desperate struggle.

He turned on his phone and pressed the shutter button on the textbook and desk in front of him.

"Crack!"

Damn, I forgot to turn off the flash!

Ye Yan hurriedly covered his phone, carefully raised his head and looked around, but fortunately no one noticed, even the mixed-race senior who was closest to him seemed to turn a blind eye to his side.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly sent the photo to the wicked senior, with a postscript:

-"Senior, I know you feel embarrassed. Doing so may be unfair to other students who failed the course. It's okay. I will study hard myself! I am working hard in the library! Fighting!"

Of course Bu Hanchan noticed the flash of light, his phone buzzed twice, and he clicked on it. It was the desk in front of the child, and there was that clumsy lie.

The desks in the library are different from those in the lecture theater.

He didn't reply, to prevent the other party from sending another message to harass him, he directly blocked the private chat conversation.

Ye Yan didn't receive a reply from senior W for a long time, so he simply opened the dog climbing notebook picture sent by Hu Mingzhe, and struggled to identify the key points of the exam and write them down, and then studied according to the textbook.

After studying for almost an hour, almost halfway through the eleventh hour, he was so hungry that he couldn't concentrate, so Ye Feng simply took a break and began to calculate his current financial situation.

The Internet cafe costs 100 yuan a night, plus the balance of 35 yuan, and 15 yuan for the substitute class in the morning, which is [-] yuan.

The apartment he rented was paid half a year, [-] a month, and [-] in half a year. Seeing that the rent was due in half a month, Ye Feng didn't even have [-], let alone [-].

What's more, he signed a one-year lease at the beginning. If he breaks the contract, he will not be able to get back the original deposit, and he will be deducted 3000 yuan a month's rent!

If he really gritted his teeth and gave up breaking the contract, but in the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive, the school beds are extremely tight, and it is impossible for him to apply for a dormitory immediately.

Then he will only have to pack up his bed and sleep on the flyover.

Young Master Ye, who used to spend money like water, collapsed, and even the mixed-race Marshal Bi next to him couldn't arouse any worldly desires in him.

His worldly desires are now only money and food.

Just as he was thinking, Ye Feng's stomach gurgled without warning.

His face became hot, and he quickly stretched out his hands to cover his stomach, and subconsciously glanced at the handsome mixed-race senior next to him... probably, probably... I didn't hear it.

The ear pinnae of the man next to him moved slightly, and continued to look forward without looking sideways, writing notes quickly with the pen in his hand.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Ye Yan immediately rushed out from the back door with a shoulder bag on his back.

Bu Hanchan, who had just finished writing the last stroke under her hand, paused slightly while holding the pen, then drew a full stop, put the cap of the pen away calmly, and put it back on the notebook.

Ye Yan bought a Shandong pancake without fruit from the cafeteria, and reluctantly added a two-yuan sausage. He took a big bite, squinted his eyes contentedly, and enjoyed the wheat fragrance of the food on his taste buds.

He ate and walked towards home.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the apartment complex, a little yellow dog flew over from a distance, jumped at his feet in the blink of an eye, wagged its tail happily, and jumped up and down excitedly.This is a stray dog ​​near the community. After Ye Feng fed it a few times, the little guy became very clingy to him. Every time he saw him from afar, he would run to greet him.

Ye Yan reached out and rubbed the little guy's furry head. Seeing his anxious eyes, he knew that it was hungry, so he gritted his teeth, pulled out the sausage from the pancake fruit, and reluctantly broke half of it to feed it.

Seeing the little guy eating happily, he said melancholy: "Xiao Huang, you are half of me and half of me. A son doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a dog doesn't think his family is poor. Your father is down and out now, the tuition has not been paid, and the rent has not been paid. Let's make do with it first." Let's eat. When Dad gets rich, what do you want, right? Come on, give Dad two barks to recruit noble people and fortune."

After eating the sausage, Xiao Huang gave him two "Wow-Wow!"

Although it is a milk dog, there is no lack of majesty and majesty in the immature voice.

After stroking the little milk dog, Ye Yan also ate half of his own sausage, clapped his hands, stood up and walked towards the apartment building where he lived.

After Ye Yan finished class in the afternoon, he went to the cafeteria and lingered repeatedly in a row of windows worth [-] cents to [-] yuan. He stared at the stewed pork ribs with winter melon in the [-] yuan window for a long time, and finally turned around and packed dinner worth [-] yuan in total.

They are scrambled eggs with tomatoes for [-] yuan, fried vegetables with garlic for [-] cents, and rice for [-] cents.

After eating, Ye Yan tidied up without hesitation, and opened the live broadcast room of Xiaopozhan on time at seven o'clock in the evening.

Ye Feng decided to become a game streamer after learning from the pain twelve days ago, ending his wandering life as a worker.

He firmly believes that with his skills and charisma, he will not fail to meet a rich and stupid father like him, reach the pinnacle of life, and live a well-off life with meat every day.

This was Ye Feng's first dream.

It turns out:

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

After Ye Yan persevered in live broadcasting for almost a week, he finally realized how cold the skinny reality is.

He is now counting on increasing the popularity of fans, getting Xiaopozhan to sign a contract and go through the review, let him broadcast live every month, get full attendance and then work part-time to collect money to pay the rent.

What he regrets most now is that he gave up his bed in school so soon.

Ye Feng has not yet become an official contract at Station B.

The cover of Ye Yan's live broadcast room is his own hand-painted cartoon portrait, with a few large characters on the right to introduce:

"Chiffon"

【Although you have a wife, I'm not bad either】

Fixed subtitles on the screen in the live room:

【You whore for nothing and I whore for nothing. The anchor will sleep on the flyover tomorrow】

Captain group number: 7758258

[As long as 998, the host will take it home]

That is, you only need to tip a dream box worth about [-] cents, and the actual [-] yuan, you can get on the car and become a member of the fan group captain.

So far in this group, there is only one person, Ye Feng, the leader of the group. After recruiting three good buddies to help build the group, he immediately kicked everyone out.

broadcast.

There were less than 100 people watching one after another. After Ye Yan greeted the air, after waiting for a few seconds, the bullet screen was clean, as if it had never been opened.

Although Ye Yan had expected it a long time ago, he was still a little disappointed. He forced himself to start the game.

Prepare passerby double row today.

In order to avoid embarrassment and pursue the effect of live broadcast, Ye Yan will take the initiative to greet and chat with his teammates after passing by passers-by.

For three consecutive rounds, the teammate closed the microphone like a man-machine.

Ye Yan, a lone wolf, drove his car in the desert with pits and holes, and overturned himself to death.

[Fuck!Ha ha ha ha!What a ghost scene! 】

A bullet screen floated on the public screen for a long time.

Ye Feng exited in embarrassment and clicked to re-match.

Entering the terminal square, Ye Feng prayed repeatedly in his heart: There must be Mai, there must be Mai, teammate!Stand up!

After praying, he pretended to be calm and tested his teammates: "Hello? Is there any wheat?"

No one answered.

I must be not cute enough.

Come again.

"Is there any wheat? You can turn on the wheat and play together ~ I will take you to eat chicken and fly you~"

After two seconds of asking, there was still no answer.

Ye Yan murmured in disappointment: "...not again."

"Dasistmit." (This has.)

A low, short male voice suddenly appeared in the headset.