What will Mr. Koo buy today?

As spring goes and summer comes, Zhao Xingluo is finally about to graduate.

On this day, Zhao Xingluo opened the class group, wanting to see if there were any announcements about the latest schedule, such as graduation ceremonies, but as soon as he opened it, he saw his classmates discussing their new lives there.

"Have you found a job yet?" A classmate asked, with a frowning face, it seemed that he hadn't found a final solution yet.

"Let's find one to do it first." The other said.

Zhao Xingluo looked at the students chatting nonchalantly, and when he raised his eyes and saw Gu Shang coming out of the library, he waved to him.

Gu Shang came over to sit with him, and Zhao Xingluo handed him the mobile phone, which was still his class group, and there happened to be a sand sculpture emoticon in it singing loudly.

Gu Shang: "=.="

"Are you planning to use this meme for the rest of your life?" Gu Shang said expressionlessly.

"Yes." Zhao Xingluo nodded proudly instead of ashamed.

Gu Shangsheng looked at the sand sculpture emoticon without love and stopped talking. He silently thanked Zhao Xingluo for not making his version into an animation and saving it as an emoticon, and used it repeatedly when chatting with him.

Then Gu Shang saw that the classmate who just posted the emoji of singing and singing sand sculptures posted his monthly income, which should be the salary of the internship period. According to the local living standards, it is indeed not low, and it can even be said to be in the middle. above the income.

For a college student who has just stepped out of school, this is indeed not a small achievement. It is no wonder that the student's expression is so excited. Although he is young and frivolous, it is also natural.

However, not all the students in the class seem to be as Buddhist as Gu Shang, maybe this student is usually suspected of showing off, and soon some students came to destroy his prestige.

"This salary slip is posted in another class and we will bear it. Do you have the nerve to show it here?"

"That's right. Next, we invite outstanding graduate representative and supermodel student Zhao Xingluo to post his monthly income and perform face-slapping activities on the spot. Let's applaud."

Gu Shang took a look at the following string of words and expressions of "啪啪啪", there are more than 20 in total, and it seems that there are only so many people in his class.

Gu Shang: "..."

Gu Shang handed the phone to Zhao Xingluo.

"Everyone asked you to send your monthly income." Gu Shang said.

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

Zhao Xingluo looked at the context, shook his head and smiled wryly, pretending he didn't see it.

As a result, the group was quiet for a while, and immediately another classmate joked, "What is the salary level of a supermodel? It's impossible to post it if you save someone's face."

The classmate who was showing off before also followed suit and sent a "light a cigarette for the big brother" emoji, and the matter was over.

Zhao Xingluo looked at the conversations in the group, shook his head and smiled, and closed the dialog.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Shang said.

"I'm laughing that everyone's brain skills are quite strong." Zhao Xingluo said.

"Actually, I haven't thought about that."

"Then where are you thinking?" Gu Shang asked curiously.

"My first reaction was that my monthly income couldn't fit in the dialog box," Zhao Xingluo said.

Gu Shang: "..."

Zhao Xingluo opened his own account book in his mobile phone very intuitively. He has been exposed to this knowledge since he was a child, and he has developed the habit of keeping accounts very early.

It records his various incomes this month.

Among them, the ones from Gu Shang alone accounted for countless, and they were accompanied by transfer messages.

"It's too cold, buy some clothes."

"It's too hot, buy some clothes."

"On the eve of the show, don't be nervous."

"After the show, encouragement is needed."

"Graduate immediately, as encouragement."

"There is no reason, just give it if you want."

There are quite a few items below, which can be regarded as a four-character long poem together.

"Xiao Shang, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Zhao Xingluo looked at his "Book of Songs"-like message and thought for a while.

"Maybe a bit." Gu Shang thought for a while and said.

Then he took Zhao Xingluo's cell phone and kept down the entries on the ledger.

His finger slid down from the top of the phone, swipe once, swipe again, and swipe again, but it didn't end yet, and what he looked at was still in the category of his own "four-character long poem". less than marginal.

Gu Shang: "..."

"Have I turned around so many times?" Gu Shang said in disbelief.

"You're almost moonlight, don't you know?" Zhao Xingluo said dumbfounded.

"I don't know," Gu Shang said, "I live at home every day, eat at home, and have a car and [-] kicks when I go out. I bring my own thermos, and I don't even buy drinks."

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

He is a person who just lives, Zhao Xingluo thought to himself.

Gu Shang saw that there was a function on the bill that could generate a picture, so he clicked it, and then printed the picture with a printer.

He looked at the length, and then at Zhao Xingluo's phone.

"I really can't let go." Gu Shang said.