bookpub Chapter 54: A Thought Between God and Demon
Chapter 54: A Thought Between God and Demon
Chapter 54: Chapter 54: A Thought Between God and DemonJiang Nian patted her head, "Alright, don’t be sad."
"It’s not your piggy bank that got smashed, boohoo!" Song Xiyun cried, partly for the broken piggy bank and partly because the money was returned.
No one can understand the shame she feels about poverty, like carefully offering the family’s best pastry, only to find out it’s used for Qingming tomb-sweeping.
Something normally used to prop up a table leg and never eaten was politely returned to her. The gentle return seemed like a thorn in her side at that moment.
Four hundred in change probably means nothing to him.
"Hmm, you have a point," Jiang Nian waved her over, "Well, baby, I have to go home and talk to my piggy bank."
Song Xiyun cried even harder, "Are you even human!"
"Stop crying, it’s just a piggy bank," Jiang Nian said, "Now that we’re here, you unexpectedly gained over four hundred bucks today, how about treating me to something nice?"
"What unexpected gain?" Song Xiyun stopped her tears, somewhat collapsing, "This was my money to begin with!"
Outside the school gate, Jiang Nian squeezed through the crowd with ten bucks and shouted,
"Miss, give me four shrimp cakes!"
Jiang Nian handed one of the four small oil paper bags to Song Xiyun, while he ate three himself. He also used her money to buy a bottle of Sprite and a bottle of orange juice with pulp.
Purely selling grandpa’s fields, no heartache.
No worries, there’s a reason to return the favor next time.
While Jiang Nian returned the money, Song Xiyun was still wailing about her pink piggy bank, but now Jiang Nian was spending her money without remorse.
She held the edges of the oil paper like a hamster, eating voraciously!!!
Jiang Nian was also eating voraciously!!!
Before entering the school gate, they had finished the shrimp cakes in their hands. As they stepped into the campus gate, they simultaneously twisted open the bottle caps with a fizz sound, glug glug glug.
Jiang Nian tightened the bottle cap and said, "I’ll give you a piggy bank in a few days."
"No need, I’ll buy one myself," Song Xiyun said sullenly, lowering her head.
She planned to go home, pick a suitable box to store money, or maybe choose a favorite book. She’d stuff ten or twenty-dollar bills between the pages.
"Ha, so tough, huh?" Jiang Nian laughed, "Aren’t friends supposed to give and take?"
Song Xiyun muttered, "I can’t be friends with you, I only have four hundred bucks."
He initially wanted to say he was friends with her mom, but feared Song Xiyun’s outburst, so he thought better of it.
"I never consider money when making friends; anyways, you don’t have more money than me," Jiang Nian could only brag a bit in front of Song Xiyun.
"Hmph, one day I’ll be richer than you!" Song Xiyun retorted stubbornly.
"Sure, sure, just bide your time, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west," Jiang Nian scratched his face, "What’s that saying, I forgot."
"Don’t bully a poor girl!" Song Xiyun couldn’t resist chiming in, "And also, tear-soaked drumstick rice, vow to fight for a million."
"Oh, oh, now that you say it, I remember," he feigned enlightenment, "Death is a grand thing!"
"You..." Song Xiyun was fuming.
But after they parted in the third-floor hallway, Song Xiyun suddenly wasn’t angry anymore. She had personally shattered her dignity-representing piggy bank, yet Jiang Nian had made it whole again.
Walking down the fourth-floor hallway, Jiang Nian held a bottle of Sprite. His face was calm and composed, but he felt somewhat touched that Song Xiyun really handed over the money.
If only it were four hundred yuan, but it had to be four hundred and twenty-five yuan.
He pulled out his phone, opened Taobao, and began
"Hmm... do homework, then check Douyin, or maybe Xiaohongshu," Zhang Ningzhi suddenly exclaimed, "Oh right, I haven’t added Beibei as a friend on Xiaohongshu yet!"
"You better not add her," Jiang Nian advised.
"Why?" Zhizhi baby looked puzzled.
"Well, uh... ask Li Hua, he knows Yao Beibei’s Xiaohongshu nickname," Jiang Nian directly passed it to Li Hua next to him, who immediately looked horrified.
"Whoa, don’t make stuff up, I don’t know!"
Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then opened the Xiaohongshu following list, found Yao Beibei’s personal page, and handed it to Zhang Ningzhi.
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