"It's obviously winter vacation, why do we still have to attend classes?"

In the classroom, Niu Qingliu lay on the desk, lamenting like this. Unfortunately, this sigh did not resonate with any resonance, but only attracted the ridicule of friends.

Zuo Rong: "We have been in tutoring classes for more than a week. You are just saying now that your reflex arc has been circled outside the body?"

Niu Qingliu patted the table: "If you become a good student, can't you understand our feelings?"

Zuo Rong: "I care about your mood. Don't talk nonsense, get out of my seat."

At this time, the chair Niu Qingliu was sitting on and the desks he was patting were all Zuo Rong. It was lunch break now, and everyone came back after lunch. The atmosphere in the classroom was quite lively, and many students were chatting in groups of three or three.

Niu Qingliu stood up and gave up Zuo Rong. But instead of returning to his seat, he sat on the desk, bent down and leaned over, and asked whispered: "When will you pay me back?"

Zuo Rong: "Wait until I get the New Year's money."

After buying clothes and shopping in the snack street, his disposable change was only a few dozen yuan left, and the borrowed money was 100 yuan. If you want to pay it back, you naturally have to wait for the New Year’s Eve money, which is the big deal.

Niu Qingliu asked again: "How does the new skin feel?"

"It feels like..." Zuo Rong paused, "It's not bad. The key is that it looks good."

Niu Qingliu: "It's a pity that I don't play King of Kings and can't see your new skin."

Zuo Rong: "Yes, you only play first-person shooting games, understand."

At this moment, the Chinese teacher came to the podium.

There was no ringtone for the tutoring class during the holiday, and the appearance of the teacher meant the end of the break. The students returned to their seats and sat down, and Niu Qingliu was no exception.

Zuo Rong suddenly heard the voice of the girl beside him: "Are you still playing King?"

Actually, I haven't played for a long time. I used to borrow some money by buying skins as a reason, but naturally I can't reveal it at this time, so Zuo Rong replied: "Play some occasionally."

Qian Yingxue: "Do you want to play with me?"

Zuo Rong: "I don't have time to play games."

"How come there is no time for a game for more than ten minutes..." Speaking of this, Qian Yingxue suddenly realized, "I don't even play such an entry-level game. So that's it. Is this the reason why your grades are improved?"

Zuo Rong: "That's not the case. The key is that I just found a little trick."

A spell that is versatile and has made up for the weakest project, and the science score has also improved slightly, so the overall score has improved significantly.

At this time, Zuo Rong was thinking about a question. What was the tutor who helped him learn about it?

———

Duna stood in front of the mirror at the door of her house and looked at herself in the mirror.

At this time, she was wearing a whole set of new clothes, sweatshirts, skirts, and pantyhose, which outlined the girl's delicate and stylish figure quite perfectly.

"He clearly doesn't know my body size, why did he buy it so accurately..." the girl murmured to herself in confusion.

A person walked out of the master bedroom. Du Yalan, wearing pajamas and looking lazy. She looked at her daughter in front of the glass and asked with a smile: "The clothes your brother bought for you?"

Duna said "yes", wrapped her hands in front of her chest, and continued to stare into the mirror.

Du Yalan's smile suddenly froze, and she was quite surprised - when she talked about the word "brother" this time, why didn't this child resist? Does this mean accepting his fate or agreeing?

She walked behind her daughter and said casually: "The clothes your brother bought for you are pretty good."

Duna stared at her mother in the mirror and asked, "Do you know how much pocket money Zuo Rong has now?"

"It's about 300 yuan, Zijian told me..." Du Yalan smiled, "Why, do you want to plunder all his pocket money?"

Duna bit her lower lip and shook her head, hesitating for a while.

Then the girl whispered, "He should have spent it all, maybe not enough."

Du Yalan: "You mean this outfit? How did you know?"

Duna: "I saw the purchase record when I borrowed his mobile phone to play last night."

Du Yalan: "So that's the case. Maybe he used the money he saved before. Anyway, what Zijian told me was that Xiaorong's pocket money has never been much, and the child seemed to have no money to use."

Duna lowered her face, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly turned around.

She looked up at her mother and said, "Can you give him more pocket money?"

However, the mother smiled and shook her head: "This is Zijian, and she has specially instructed me to not give the child too much money... Why did you start thinking about your brother?"

Duna raised her hand and touched the hair in her ear, and said uneasy: "What brother, I can only be considered a friend. By the way, have you arranged the magic circles near your home?"

"If Krimans invades today, he won't be able to get in without me taking action."

Du Yalan said this and glanced at the cage on the windowsill.

The little hamster in the cage seemed to be electrocuted, and his movement of gnawing melon seeds suddenly stopped, huddling under the roller, fearing that the two evil female mages would focus on themselves.

"By the way, Nana, I'll buy you another pair of shoes," Du Yalan added, "using the money I earned in cat cafes."

Duna: "It's better to let Zuo Rong choose, just pay."

Du Yalan was a little surprised: "Do you think my shopping taste is not good?"

Duna: "Although I don't want to say that, it really doesn't work. The first set of clothes you bought for me after coming to this world is... very ugly. Although it is washed very clean, it is all old clothes no matter how you look at it."

Du Yalan: "Of course, that's because I don't have money, so I got free clothes! But if I spend money to buy them, it will definitely be different. Even bargains in this world can look very good and strong..."

The further I talked, her volume became smaller and smaller. Because this mature woman discovered that perhaps because her life was too stable and mentally slack, she had already let go of her words.

Sure enough, it was Duna's turn to look surprised this time: "You didn't spend money on that set of clothes? But you said there was no dinner that day because you bought me clothes!"

Du Yalan: “…”

Duna: "Did you eat meat by yourself?"

Du Yalan: "Let it go over the past, don't worry about it..."

"Did you eat meat hidden from me that night? Tell me the truth!"

Duna grabbed her mother's shoulder and shook her hard.

Du Yalan: "The skewers can't be packed, you can't blame me..."

Duna made an angry accusation: "Mom, you are too much, Zuo Rong even took me to eat skewers!"
Chapter completed!