The freshmen did not have classes in the first week of school, but Song Jin and they did, and there were three or four major festivals at the end of the day.

The teacher of the professional class opened a PPT on the stage to explain the course, and the people in the audience were playing with their mobile phones idly, and Song Lulu didn't know what medicine she had taken wrong, so she actually followed Zhu Mimi and Guan He to class together.

This teacher's teaching management is very loose, even if he doesn't bring textbooks to class, he won't say much, but Song Lulu took advantage of a loophole and didn't drive her out of the classroom directly.

Song Jin wanted to skip class to go to a part-time job, but she didn't look for her once in the past few days, but it made her feel inexplicably flustered, let alone making money, and she didn't even dare to use WeChat more, for fear of encountering the same words and deeds to make money when she was working part-time.

The only good news is that Song Jin's father seems to be cooperating with some big group recently and has made a lot of money.

Even the living expenses for her start with 10,000 words.

The phone vibrated slightly, she took it and looked at it, and it was another transfer transaction reminder.

She doesn't have an online banking, so there are only simple transaction money tips on the interface, and no one can see who turns it, but I think only her dad will do it.

But Song Lulu, who was sitting on the side and playing with her mobile phone, didn't receive any news.

Song Jin frowned, didn't think much about it, the Song family was seriously biased, everything was Song Lulu first, maybe she had already received the money.

Looking at the huge sum, she endured it, and it was rare that she didn't spend them immediately, and turned her head to WeChat.

I haven't been on it for a few days, and there are a lot of messages on WeChat, but most of them are group chats.

However, the number of [Words of Poverty] was clean, and it was squeezed down by many news boxes.

Song Jin replied to other people's messages one by one, and after a lot of hesitation, he opened the WeChat of words and deeds, thought about it, and transferred the 20,000 yuan he had just received.

In the tone of a kind and good senior sister: You use this money first, and then return it to me when you apply for poverty recognition.

After reading it a few times and thinking it was okay, she sent it.

After a pause, he added: Don't put too much pressure on me, I may run out of money soon, just think of it as you help me keep the money [smile] [smile]

For so many days, he didn't come to her, either because he was shy, but he didn't look like a person with such emotions, or he was scheming and unfazed, but she felt that how could he, a poor student, have so many twists and turns like a cunning businessman.

Thinking about it, it is very likely that he was also deceived by Zhu Mimi after he was drunk, so from beginning to end, he was drunk, and he didn't know who she was at all!

was already poor, and the only clean body was still put to sleep with, which is pitiful to think about.

Of course, Song Jin's money has the meaning of buying peace of mind.

The phone shook quickly.

It was sent by words and deeds: Thank you, senior sister, invite senior sister to dinner in the evening. ：）

Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he really didn't know that she slept with him, otherwise how could he be so calm.

"Brother, your face is not very good, do you want to call 120 for you?"

In the boys' dormitory, Lin Zheng got off the bed with a chicken nest on his head, squinted dimly, and suddenly saw a cold face, and his words and deeds were full of cold air, and he almost rolled out of bed with no feet.

"It's fine, it's just a prostitution payment." The words and deeds hooked his lips slightly, his tone was cloudy, and the smile was very deep, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

The pen in his hand snapped and broke in two.