The loss in grades is only temporary, and the identity of the little princess of the Imperial Nangong family is something that no one can shake!

Nangong Meng's face finally gradually looked better, and with a wave of his hand, he gave away all the more valuable limited edition pens, pencils, ballpoint pens and the like at hand: "You can use it as you like, I have it at home." ”

"Wow, Miss Dream is really generous and magnificent!"

"Mengmeng, thank you for bringing us good luck!"

"I can't wait to get my pen to the exam room!"

Xi Ruzhu's movements were half a beat slower, she didn't grab any gifts, and looked at these brand-name stationery with a little greed.

Since Xi Yuanshan was hospitalized, her pocket money has decreased a lot, and she can no longer buy whatever she wants, not to mention that she lost nearly 100,000 yuan to Xi Yuanshan last night, and it cost Xi Yuanshan another 100,000 yuan to bail before...... She could foresee that she would be very poor for a long time.

It is impossible for her to be coquettish like Xi Rubao and go to Gu Qiusha to ask for money.

can't pull off that face, and it doesn't match her sensible and well-behaved personality.

The more she looked at it, the hotter her eyes became, jealousy, Xi Ruzhu's depressed mood had nowhere to vent, until when a group of people left the class, passing through the corridor outside the Donghai class, her heart moved.

"Those people are still talking about 2B pencils...... she added, pretending to be inadvertent.

Really.

Nangong Meng also glanced inside, and said disdainfully: "The 2B pencil I gave you is imported from a famous brand." One is hundreds, how can these poor sour pencils compare to mine. ”

"Whoop——!

Hundreds of pencils a piece, everyone really hasn't used it, and I've seen it for a long time.

"Miss Meng, how much does this pen cost?" Someone was holding up a pen she had given her.

"It seems like more than a thousand, I can't remember clearly, it's the most expensive anyway."

Nangong Meng said casually.

Suddenly, there was a string of envy and exclamations.

The exclamation outside the corridor made the people of the Donghai class notice, and when they heard that a pen would cost hundreds or thousands, they couldn't help but be a little speechless: "Crazy, the people in the Nanshan class, stationery has to be compared." ”

These second ancestors usually don't buy more than fifty yuan of pens, okay?

However, this complaint quickly provoked a counterattack from Nanshanban.

Everyone scolded each other through the window—

"Hehe, you are known as the second ancestor, and you have never even used imported stationery, so you are embarrassed to say that you have a mine at home?"

"We don't have such a big boss when we have mines, neuropathy, and we have to import pens to buy pens?"

"You don't understand this, I'll give you a long insight, this is the fountain pen that Miss Meng and her uncle brought back from abroad, I wrote ten words, you can't write a word, this is the gap between luxury goods and stalls!"

"You're just using the land stall, I like to use domestic products, what's wrong? Is it better to have a round moon in a foreign country or a in a foreign country? ”

"Hehe, are you going to admit that you're poor? You, the second ancestor of the small county, became scum in front of Miss Jinmeng, who came from our imperial capital, and you can't hold your face, right? ”

Depend on.

Angry individuals.

No matter how reasonable the people in the Donghai class are, the Nanshan class outside the window is a sentence of "I have an imported pen, do you have it?" and "We have Miss Dream, do you have it".

But Wu Minghao and the others were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves and were about to go to war.

Xi Zuer was playing with the phone and watch, suddenly raised his eyes, his big eyes flashed, and he was a little confused: "What are you arguing about?" ”