"Walk by, don't miss out, no need to buy, just co and try!"
Shen Xu shouted out like a street vendor in class, fearless of the stage.
Cui Yu muttered from the back row, "Damn, all for the sake of making money, shalessness knows no bounds!"
In the front row, Xue Yuantong leaned on her desk, eyeing the gloves in Shen Xu's hands with slight curiosity, fluttering her eyelashes.
She saw these gloves online before, and of course, Xue Yuantong wouldn't buy them, because Shen Xu's gloves were rather ugly.
Before winter ca, Xue Yuantong had thought about how her hands might freeze playing on her phone, and she had worried about it. She considered buying a pair of gloves for herself and another pair for Jiang Ning.
But when winter actually arrived, it wasn't cold at all. Their spot in the classroom was a warm throne, cozy and warm, and even at ho, surprisingly, no cold hands!
Yet others were clearly cold.
Dan Kaiquan from the front row often shivered along with his desk.
Xue Yuantong couldn't figure it out, but ultimately she attributed it to herself – she must be eating well and growing stronger, so she didn't feel cold.
Xue Yuantong knew Jiang Ning wasn't cold either; several tis her tests had left her burnt by his heat.
A genius like Xue Yuantong had to know the reason; surely Jiang Ning had also beco stronger because he was eating almost the sa as her.
Definitely sothing worth celebrating!
Xue Yuantong took her warm phone out of the pocket of her down jacket, its screen incredibly clean without a single fingerprint.
This was because every ti she finished using her phone, she'd hand it to Jiang Ning, who had the skill to make it look brand-new with just a pass of his hand, truly impressive.
Xue Yuantong ssaged her mom to celebrate her and Jiang Ning becoming stronger, asking her mom to roast two chicken wings tonight, no, make it three!
Jiang Ning had bought a new oven for her ho, and combined with her mom's amazing culinary skills.
The resulting chicken wings, vibrant in color and slathered with honey, sprinkled with white sesa seeds and spices, were utterly enticing. She bit into it, and the heat made her teeth sing with delight, the texture crispy on the outside and tender on the inside...
In that mont, Xue Yuantong almost scalded herself with her own drool!
Jiang Ning looked at her oddly, "Are you okay?"
"Just kidding, what could possibly be wrong with ?" Xue Yuantong swallowed hard.
Shen Xu was still hawking his wares from the lectern, but his gloves weren't selling well today, priced at twenty-three yuan a pair, which was a bit pricey.
Shen Xu instinctively looked towards Dan Kaiquan sitting in the class. He rembered clearly that this guy always supported his business, having bought several tis before, and just from Dan Kaiquan alone, he had made forty to fifty yuan.
Yet today, Dan Kaiquan didn't buy?
How very odd.
Shen Xu was a bit miffed; class B8's Feng Shui must be off today. Usually, he'd sell a couple of pairs here, earn a bit more and live a little more luxuriously.
While Shen Xu's thoughts drifted, a voice rose from below:
"Let have a look!"
Shen Xu glanced over and saw a tall guy about 1.8 ters tall, stride towards him. However, Shen Xu was puzzled to see that the dude had rather unusual body proportions, with unusually long hair—almost ten centiters.
If this had been any other ti, Shen Xu would have mocked him, what the hell?
Not enough height, so compensating with hair?
If this had been middle school, upon seeing such an amusing classmate, Shen Xu would definitely have dragged him to the bathroom for so prank 'hairstyling.'
But now it was high school, and since Shen Xu was doing business, he naturally couldn't afford to be too arrogant.
With a grin, he cheerfully said, "Bro, co check out my gloves, they'll definitely serve you well."
ng Gui stepped up to the lectern, pinched the gloves, put them on to test with his phone, and found the touch sensitivity pretty decent—it was just perfect for playing with his phone.
"Make it a bit cheaper, let's say twenty," ng Gui bargained.
Hearing this, Shen Xu imdiately complained, "Bro, my gloves are of great quality. The cost price is twenty-one yuan. I'll sell them to you for twenty-three, only making two yuan. Isn't that fair enough?"
"Just make it twenty," ng Gui refused to believe he was only making two yuan profit. If it weren't for the fact that ng Gui didn't have online banking access and wanted the gloves right now, he would have bought them online.
At this late hour, ng Gui wanted to play with his phone and definitely needed these high-tech gloves.
Seeing ng Gui's stance, Shen Xu didn't get angry. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his clothes and, in front of the whole class, pulled one out and offered it to ng Gui.
"Bro, have one," he acted with the familiarity of a street-smart guy.
"No thanks," ng Gui refused.
"Take it," Shen Xu placed the cigarette above ng Gui's ear, then very adeptly slung his arm around ng Gui's neck.
"Bro, let's not haggle. Let's just be friends."
From the quadruple seat in the back, Cui Yu said, "Shen Xu's really sothing, directly handing out cigarettes. If our horoom teacher finds out, he'd skin him alive."
At this age, not many people smoked, so it was quite a statent to make.
Guo Kunnan chid in, "He's indeed a bit too bold. Smoking... what's so good about it? I never smoke."
Cui Yu said, "Pretending, huh? Which decent student smokes?"
However, seeing ng Gui accept the cigarette, Cui Yu felt a secret joy in his heart. He and ng Gui both liked Jiang Yanan, and now that Jiang Yanan was not around, he could find an excuse to reveal ng Gui's smoking to Jiang Yanan. How would he compete with him for Jiang Yanan then?
Jiang Yanan would surely think ng Gui was no good. Wouldn't ng Gui be done for?
The honest and simple life committee mber Hu Jun said:
"I've disliked people who smoke since I was young. I've seen a video on the dangers of tobacco, and the miserable state of those patients, it's quite frightening."
"Including now, when I see people smoking around , I always hold my breath and walk away to ensure I don't inhale any smoke."
Ma Shicheng said, "Is Brother Jun still afraid of smoke?" He didn't smoke himself, but he didn't really care if others did.
Hearing Ma Shicheng's words, Hu Jun gave him a disdainful glance, and with a sense of righteousness, pompously said:
"It's not that I'm afraid of smoke. I want to have healthy lungs so that one day I can donate them to benefit others!"
Ma Shicheng looked at him differently, not expecting Brother Jun to have such an ambition. His vision was truly high!
Guo Kunnan praised, "Brother Jun is a man of great ambition."
Although Cui Yu felt Hu Jun was a bit dumb, having such people in society was indeed a good thing, so he joined in the praise.
Hu Jun indulged in the gazes of the few, feeling a bit of pride in his heart. What's called greatness? This is greatness!
Sacrifice oneself, achieve others!
Wang Longlong suddenly shouted, "Brother Jun, are you confused?"
"What if your lungs get donated to soone who smokes?"
Hu Jun's smile stiffened. Fucking Wang Longlong, can't you talk less?
…
Shen Xu successfully sold the gloves for twenty-three yuan to ng Gui. Now holding the money ng Gui gave him, he felt light and superior as he looked at his classmates in class eight.
There was a feeling of superiority in his heart. While these people were still relying on their parents for living expenses, he was already making money on his own. What's this called?
This is capability.
He looked at the other students as if they were children. What's the use of good grades?
My grades may be poor, but I can make money, and in the future, I'll make even more money!
If you compare a bit, you'll know who has the bigger picture. Later, when I get more money, I can recruit a couple of underlings to help sell goods. Wouldn't that be even more imposing?
Being good at studying, what capability is that? Making money is what counts!
With these thoughts, Shen Xu prepared to leave. The feng shui for class eight today wasn't too good, only one item was sold, earning him eight yuan. But that was enough for a al.
In the west side of the classroom, Miao Zhe stuffed his phone into the desk slot. He had just glanced at the ti; there was one minute left before class began.
The last class of the evening self-study had no teacher supervising, and the class monitor Huang Zhongfei had taken leave.
This was the perfect ti to go to the bathroom. Coming back a little late wasn't a problem, and he would get to enjoy the quiet campus outside a bit.
Miao Zhe made a good plan. He sidled his body, navigating the narrow gap between desks, with difficulty, behind Pang Jiao's sizable fra.
As soon as Miao Zhe left his seat, he beca full of vigor.
Anxious to go to the bathroom, he crouched down and in a few steps dashed onto the podium, jumping over Shen Xu with his bag on his back, and sprinted for the door.
And just at that mont, an unfamiliar girl entered the classroom door. She was above average looking.
Miao Zhe was too late to stop. Facing the girl he was about to collide with, he instinctively tried to avoid her, his arms curling in front of him like a kangaroo.
Miao Zhe, being about one ter sixty-eight, was just slightly taller than the girl. Crashing into her head-on like this, his curled hand imdiately touched a place it shouldn't have.
The girl was knocked back a step, screaming in alarm!
Miao Zhe looked up and saw the girl's face. She wasn't from their class. He angrily said:
"Which class are you from, huh? Not looking where you're going?"
The girl didn't reply but turned to look at Shen Xu on the podium.
Shen Xu's face darkened. The girl at the door was his girlfriend.
Fuck, his girlfriend got touched by another guy right in front of him. Could he bear it?
Unbearable!
Shen Xu had been a delinquent in junior high, on the sa level as Deng Xiang, who had co to fight Dan Kaiquan in class eight the last ti.
These days, he had only been selling things with a smile to make money. Now that his girlfriend had been touched, his true nature burst out instantly.
Hell, he could just stop doing business with class eight from now on!
Shen Xu dropped his backpack, his face harsh, and quickly walked behind Miao Zhe.
He struck the back of Miao Zhe's head with a slap and shouted angrily:
"Motherfucker, can't you see where you're walking?"
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