Chapter 9 (1/2)

[host, why is Sheng Jingheng favoring you or 0? He took the initiative to talk to you!]

Listening to this modest question, Nam Yue smiled and asked back with interest.

How much do you think he should like

[should there be a basic liking? 5 or 10.]

With his hands in his coat pocket, Nanyue crossed the road and walked to the convenience store not far away.

Oh, Xiao Wu, you are still too young

【……】

005 inexplicably felt guilty and turned to ask.

[host, do you really not consider the grand scene of the strategy? I have all his information and secrets that others don't know!]

It's not free, is it

[HMM... it's not expensive. You only need 100 spirit stones to get it!]

100 is not expensive? She did a main task and only gave 100 spirit stones.

South Vietnam sneered, refused cleanly, and then shut down again.

South Vietnam did not care about it. It opened the door of the convenience store and went in. It strolled through rows of shelves. It was both nostalgic and strange.

Finally, I didn't think about what to buy, so I had to go to the cashier and buy some strings of Kanto cooking.

This is the only hot thing in this store.

When he took another bottle of water and went to pay, Nanyue scanned the code according to his memory and looked at his balance.

There are less than six hundred in Alipay and more than 200 in WeChat.

If I remember correctly, there is no money left in the bank card - because she has turned 18 this year and her living expenses have been cut off at home.

What's more, the original art school is a five-year system, with two years left, but the family doesn't plan to pay tuition at all.

It has been more than two months since the beginning of school. The money earned by working in the summer vacation is not enough to pay the tuition. By default, he was dropped out of school.

After sorting out the memory, Nanyue couldn't help but tut. She had no time to manage the cashier's little brother to peek at her flashing eyes, and her ears were a little red.