After all, Jin Qing was a student for the first time. From the initial resistance to the current acceptance, Jin Qing felt very novel about everything in front of her.
Sitting in the last row like Jin Qing, a boy across the aisle was rubbing his sore ribs, which looked like they had been cracked by a kick, and squinted at Jin Qing's movements.
The boys couldn't understand how this Jin Qing could pretend so well. Just now he was so ruthless that he was going to kill them all. Now he continues to pretend to be an idiot like a normal person. This guy has overacted and made himself miserable. Has it turned into schizophrenia?
Just as the boy was secretly complaining about Jin Qing, Jin Qing suddenly turned to him and asked, "Do you have a pen?"
The garbage in Jiji's desk has been cleared away, but there is nothing except a few textbooks stained by garbage.
Jin Qing felt that he should find a pen and notebook. After all, he had decided that if he wanted to go to school, he should look like he was going to school!
The boy was originally immersed in his vicious complaints about Jin Qing, but he was frightened by what Jin Qing suddenly asked him.
The boy subconsciously looked next to him and saw that the people who were still peeking at Jin Qing just now lowered their heads after seeing Jin Qing turn their attention to him, as if they didn't hear anything, and they were thinking about it. While the boy was in silence, he was a little lucky: Fortunately, the crazy woman was not talking to him.
Realizing that his classmates were unreliable, the boy turned his attention to his deskmate, only to see that his deskmate was looking at a math problem book infatuatedly, as if he had been immersed in the ocean of knowledge and couldn't extricate himself.
Seeing this situation, the boy felt a sore nose. He didn't have any revolutionary friendship anymore. Where was the loving spirit that he usually bullied others with?
Seeing that his foreign aid skills would not appear, the boy returned his attention to Jin Qing.
Seeing Jin Qing staring at her with persistent eyes, her dirty clothes and messy hair made the scars on her face show a desperate determination.
The boy suddenly felt that not only was his nose sore, but his heart was also sore: He should be considered to have been robbed!
The boy looked at Jin Qing with resentment in his heart, then grabbed his pen holder angrily, put his hand gently on Jin Qing's desk, and said to Jin Qing in a gentle voice that could drip water: "Pick whatever you want!" Yes, he succumbed to evil forces so easily.
Jin Qing was not polite and took out the only pen inside and held it in his hand.
The boy felt that his heart was about to break when he saw Jin Qing's actions. That pen was a gift from his mother when he just entered high school. It was a gold pen with a 24k pure gold nib...
Seeing Jin Qing holding the pen in his hand and handing the pen holder back, the boy took the pen holder back and put it on the table with great sadness and indignation. He turned to Jin Qing and said kindly: "If you need anything else, you can do it." Tell me!" He admitted that he was such a loser, and those two kicks just now really convinced him.
Jin Qing looked at the boy with bright eyes, and realized that she seemed to have met a good person, so she looked at the boy with great relief and said, "Do you still have the book?"
The boy only felt that there was a surge of anger rushing from the soles of his feet to his head, making his brain buzz. He must be sick this season. Can't you tell that people are saying polite words? Since She wants everything, so why be shameless...
Although his heart was full of malice towards Jin Qing, the boy's actions did not stop. He was looking through the holes in his desk, trying to find an unused notebook inside.
But the boy didn't turn it over for a long time. Seeing Jin Qing reaching out to pat the shoulder of the girl sitting in front of her, the boy's deskmate suddenly handed him a soft leather-covered notebook.
The boy looked at his deskmate with great emotion: The relationship was still not in vain!
Unexpectedly, his deskmate pushed his arm nervously and asked him to quickly give his book to Jin Qing.
Just as the boy's hand holding the book reached out to Jin Qing, he saw that Jin Qing was about to touch the girl's hand in front of him and immediately pulled it back.
Then, the girl sitting in front of Jin Qing with her back stiffened slightly turned her head and looked at the boy with a grateful smile. Before the boy could react, his deskmate stretched out his head and gave it to the boy. The girl gave a comforting look: "I have everything."
The girl was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and then she looked lovingly at the boy's deskmate: She was really afraid that Jin Qing would crush her shoulder blade just now. After all, Jin Qing's fighting ability was obvious to all of them.
The flirting between the two made the boy in the middle very angry, and he stepped on his deskmate's foot: You didn't even fart when I was suffering, but now I have you when I'm picking up girls, why don't you go to heaven? !
The deskmate was still flirting with the girl, but when he received this sudden blow, he suddenly took a breath of air.
This voice completely attracted Jin Qing's attention to his notebook and pen. Jin Qing looked sideways at the boy: "Is something wrong?"
The boy was a little suffocated: he swore that this woman definitely didn't look like this when she just asked for something from him.
Jin Qing stared at the boy for a while, and reacted instantly when he saw the boy's expression of daring to be angry but afraid to speak.
Jin Qing reached into her pocket, took out a handful of banknotes and counted them. These were her spoils from last night.
Then, with the boy's stunned expression, he grabbed the innermost pile of change and stuffed it all into the boy's hand.
Although he has never been to school, Jin Qing vaguely remembers that pens are very cheap.
707: "..." Are you talking about the era when you moved bricks?
The boy looked at the handful of dime bills with a total value of less than twenty yuan, with the largest denomination being ten yuan and the smallest denomination being five cents. He moved his lips but couldn't say a word: If he didn't accept the money, he could still ask for the pen. Come back, but if he takes it away, the pen will no longer be his.
The point is, this little money can't even buy the paint on his pen, okay!
Jin Qing looked at the boy's troubled expression and asked seriously, "Is it too much?"
The boy turned his head in surprise when he heard this: Are you kidding me?
But Jin Qing looked at the boy's appearance and suddenly realized that he might have given too much.
Jin Qing hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took away the top ten-yuan note from the boy's hand: "No need to look for the rest, I'll give them to you!" It's really a good piece of silver.
The boy lowered his head and looked numbly at his hands. No matter how much he counted, he could not find the ten-dollar bill: How to find it, what to use to find it, was he obviously robbed?
