Chapter 1071 Campus sweet text darkening the female supporting role (18)

 Brother Ming had an old blood clot in his throat, and he almost bled three liters.

But the police were still watching. In order to escape as soon as possible, he did not bring an IOU, so he had to write a receipt on the spot under the eyes of the police comrades, showing that he had paid off the money.

 “You are quite capable!”

Seeing as the duck that reached his mouth flew away, Brother Ming squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

 Xu Yin: “What ability do you have? I haven’t even finished compulsory education.”

 Jiang Zuoyu: “…”

 Brother Ming: “…”

 What are you implicitly alluding to?

Although they have graduated, it is as if they have not attended junior high school for three years.

Xu Yin took the IOU and glanced at it, then put it away. She turned to Jiang Zuoyu and said, "Don't worry, I will ask your brother to reimburse you."

　　　…”

Ming Ge and several others were taken into a police car, and the boy who was beaten also contacted his parents. He first went to the hospital to have his injuries examined, and then was accompanied by his guardian to take notes.

Xu Yin had nothing to do, so she hurried to school.

 She missed the morning self-study. She didn’t want to miss even the first class, otherwise she would be waiting to be called to the office by her boss to talk.

 Taking a few steps, I found a tail trailing behind me.

“Why are you following me? Aren’t you still in junior high school?”

Only then did Jiang Zuoyu realize that he had unconsciously followed this woman almost to the gate of her school.

His young face was embarrassed, and he turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Xu Yin shook her head funny: Adolescent children are really unpredictable.

 After that, it was another day of being bombarded with simulations and real questions issued by teachers of various subjects.

Not to mention other students, even Xu Yin, who often secretly adds extra meals and drinks Linghu water to keep the Lingtai clean and clear, is so tired that she can’t bear it and can’t remember what happened in the morning.

She also threw the eight hundred yuan receipt behind her head.

 She is not short of money now.

Xu’s mother gave her all the income from tea and drinks in the canteen, and she earned at least one hundred and eighty yuan every day.

    In addition to having enough to eat and drink, what else does a senior high school dog need to spend money on?

Moreover, she is a rich woman who has traveled through N mission worlds and has accumulated countless valuable goods. How could she keep this mere 800 in mind?

 She completely forgot about it, but Jiang Zuoyu was worried all day long.

I didn’t go anywhere after school. I got home at 5:30. Not only did I wash the dishes and chopsticks I threw in the sink when I left the house in the morning, put the pajamas I changed on the sofa into the washing machine, I also washed a handful of vegetables left in the refrigerator. Clean and drain in the drain basket.

I originally wanted to cook the noodles, but I continued to eat noodles with meat sauce for dinner. I found that I couldn’t cook them. Should I put the water or the noodles first? How much water should be added?

He was helpless in the kitchen, staring at a handful of noodles as if he were staring at the most difficult thing in the world.

Jiang Youjin opened the door and came in.

 Seeing his brother at home, he was slightly startled.

Since his parents died and his younger brother entered adolescence, he was brainwashed by his uncle's family and regarded himself as the bad brother who took away his parents' compensation. This was the first time that he was at home when he got home from school.

 Looking around the living room, there are no clothes or socks littered on the sofa. The table is also very clean. There are no takeout boxes or used tissues. The dishes and chopsticks from the morning have also been cleared away.

Jiang Youjin couldn't help but glance at his brother, "Has he changed his gender?"

"...I'm hungry, do you still want to eat noodles tonight?" "Well, I'll cook it, and you go to the balcony to collect the dry clothes. It might rain tonight."

 Normally, Jiang Zuoyu would ignore him.

 But don’t you feel guilty today?

Jiang Youjin looked back and saw that his younger brother was really obediently collecting clothes on the balcony, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He had no money to spend and couldn't wait until next month for living expenses, so he did some housework to earn pocket money?

Jiang Zuoyu was also secretly taking a look at his brother.

Seeing that he showed no signs of getting angry, I felt really puzzled: I spent 800 to dye my hair, and I was almost tricked into a loan shark trap by Ming Ge, but his brother wasn't angry?

Absentmindedly, he put the clothes into the room and hesitantly came to the kitchen. Seeing that his brother had already cooked the noodles and boiled the vegetables, he stepped forward and rushed to take out the jar of meat sauce from the refrigerator.

“This meat sauce is delicious. Where can I buy it?”

 It’s not that I have nothing to say, I really think it’s delicious.

Not only is it delicious, but the key is that the meat is very large. You can tell it is authentic beef at a glance. In addition to the beef, there are also peanuts, diced mushrooms, and dried tofu. It is delicious and delicious and goes well with rice.

After finishing the meal and burping, Jiang Zuoyu remembered what happened in the morning. He simply closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and confessed: "I know you must know. This time I was careless and thought Brother Ming was a good person. I almost missed it." I followed his advice. I won’t do it again. The eight hundred...at worst, it will be deducted from my living expenses next month."

"Um?"

Meeting Jiang Youjin’s doubtful eyes, Jiang Zuoyu was sure that he really didn’t know.

“This morning, that girl...the girl who went to school with you last time, didn’t you tell me?”

"say what?"

　　　…”

 Does this count as self-inflicted?

 Woo woo woo…

 Jiang Zuoyu was so stupid by himself!

I thought he would be lenient if I confessed. Seeing that he had such a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, his brother must have forgiven him after a few words. The living expenses for the next month will be paid and the eight hundred will not be withheld.

Now…

 “Brother, I was wrong!”

After enduring the twitching of the veins in his forehead, Jiang Youjin finally understood why he went home so early today and his performance was good, but he felt guilty for co-writing.

“She didn’t tell me that I would pay her back tomorrow.”

 After a moment's pause, Jiang Zuoyu waited for his verdict:

“This eight hundred yuan will be deducted from your living expenses in four installments.”

He hummed and knew that was the case.

But fortunately it was not a one-time deduction, but divided into four installments, which is still acceptable.

Jiang Youjin glanced at him: "I told you before that any enjoyment expenses that are not in line with your current status will not be reimbursed."

Jiang Zuoyu pouted: "The money is in your hands, you can say whatever you want... Is that your girlfriend? You won't spend more money when you are in love? Is this consistent with your current status? You just know that I... only Xuzhou officials set fires and did not allow the people to light lamps, huh!"

"come here."

Jiang Youjin said to him, then entered the room and opened the locked drawer, taking out two passbooks, a card, a statement issued by the bank and a small notebook.

"This is the compensation from my parents. After receiving it, I opened a bankbook. This card is the savings left by my parents. I drew the list after they left. After I drew the list, I transferred the money in the card to deposit In this passbook, I recorded every expense. The first expense was for my parents’ funeral arrangements. I also recorded the white envelopes given by relatives in my hometown, leaders of my parents’ workplace, and colleagues. Yes, these favors will have to be repaid in the future. The following is the monthly living expenses of our two brothers. You can see if I have taken more."

Jiang Zuoyu stared blankly at these passbooks, cards, and the accounts in the book written in his brother's tough and thin gold style, detailing where each expenditure was used and the reason for each favor.

As well as the scholarships his brother has received since he entered high school, they have all been used to supplement the family's income.

An indescribable sourness welled up in his heart.

 (End of this chapter)