MTL - Rebirth 80: Xueba’s Wife is a Little Sweet-Chapter 42 borrow money to eat

   Chapter 42 Borrowing money to eat

After being punished, Zhao Xinlan and Zhou Siyu both stopped a lot. In the second math class, neither of them paid any attention to the other. Zhao Xinlan even took advantage of the break time to draw a line of thirty-eight in the middle of the table with chalk. .

   Zhou Siyu was so angry that he thought to himself that he would not copy her homework next time.

The weather was gloomy outside, and before the second class was over, ice beads began to fall outside, Shen Mianmian thought to himself, Shen Jianhua was quite good at watching the weather, depending on the situation, it would be white outside by the end of school, and there would be a chance to ride a bicycle. Very slippery.

  Snow got into his neck, and it was also very cold.

  The other students were also paying attention to the situation outside the window. Those who brought meals were secretly grateful, and those who didn’t were crying.

   Sure enough, just as Shen Mianmian expected, after the ice beads passed, there was a heavy snowfall outside, and by the time school was about to end, the snow had already covered the ground.

   The last class was a math class, and Chen Jie reminded him before get out of class.

   "Home is far away, go back and ride your bike and pay attention to safety."

   The bell rang for the end of get out of class. This time, the students did not run out in a rush. Those who were close to home returned home, and those who were far away were watching with sad faces at the door of the classroom.

  Shen Mianmian sat on the stool in no hurry to go out, Lu Siyuan lay down on the desk, sleeping again.

   "Aren't you going back?"

   "No." Lu Siyuan didn't lift his head.

   "I'm going out to dinner, are you going? If you don't bring any money, I can lend it to you first."

   There are no two cents for the Band-Aid. It is designated that you have no money. If you don’t go back, you will be hungry.

   The weather is cold now, and it hurts to move my feet while sitting in the classroom.

   Shen Mianmian's physical age is in her teens, but her mental age is almost forty years old. She has no other thoughts and only treats Lu Siyuan as a child.

  Lu Siyuan raised his head and asked awkwardly, "How much money did you bring?"

   It's not hard to see that this guy must never have borrowed money from others.

   "There are still two cents and three." The swollen hand like a steamed bun compares a two and a three, "Two bowls of noodles are enough."

  Lu Siyuan was not polite at all, got up and walked out, but the refreshing Shen Mianmian didn't respond.

   He urged, "Hurry up, there must be a lot of people going to eat noodles today, and you will have to queue up later."

  Shen Mianmian: "…"

   This kid really doesn't treat himself as an outsider!

  The students have already left, and everyone left behind without money or waiting for others, and no one paid much attention to Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan.

   That guy has long legs and tall stature, and he left Shen Mianmian behind a lot, so no one doubted that the two were together.

  Snowflakes drifted into his clothes, and it was a little cool. Shen Mianmian couldn't help shrinking his neck and wrapped himself more tightly.

   Several noodle restaurants outside the school were already full of students at the moment. Both of them were not crowded, so they went to a noodle restaurant far away from the school by coincidence.

   In addition to the two adults, there were only two boys who didn't know each other. Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan found a place to sit down and shouted at the boss who was busy in the kitchen.

   "Boss, here are two small bowls of noodles."

   As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Siyuan added, "Two more steamed buns."

   "You sit down for a while, it will be fine." The shop owner's voice came from the kitchen.

  Shen Mianmian: "..." After so many calls, have you finished eating?

   Noticing her expression, Lu Siyuan thought she was worried about money, "Don't you have 23 cents? Counting the Band-Aid money, I'll pay you 14 cents tomorrow."

   Steamed buns cost a dime each, and they can afford it.

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   (end of this chapter)