"He Xiyan, get up quickly! It's time to go to class! ”

In his sleep, He Xiyan was woken up by his classmate Yang Jing.

She rubbed her eyes. Because she hadn't rested well for two consecutive nights, she looked very tired, and her eyes couldn't see Yang Jing's face clearly.

"What time is it?" She asked. She remembered setting the alarm, and she didn't hear the alarm ring.

Yang Jing patted He Xiyan's shoulder vigorously, wanting to wake her up, "It's 7:40, class is going to be at eight o'clock, it's Professor Chen's class, if you escape, you know the consequences." ”

When He Xiyan heard this, he hurriedly crawled out of the bed.

Then quickly get dressed and get off the top bunk.

There are four beds in their bedroom, everyone lives in the upper bunk, and there is a desk under the bed.

There was no time to tie his hair and eat breakfast, He Xiyan simply freshened up, and then took the book and picture book out of the bedroom.

The school building of the design institute is a bit far away, but fortunately she has a bicycle, so when it is too late, she rides her own small car to class.

She is a second-year graphic design student at the School of Art at Z University, and a year ago, she was admitted to this university with excellent cultural and fine arts grades, which is also her dream university.

Because he went a little late, He Xiyan could only sit in the last row with his classmate Yang Jing in the same dormitory.

"What's wrong with you? It looks so haggard. Yang Jing asked He Xiyan in a low voice.

She found that He Xiyan had come back very late in the past two days, and it seemed that she came back at more than 10 o'clock last night.

He Xiyan leaned into Yang Jing's ear, "I found a part-time job outside, went to a training class to teach children to draw. ”

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, and looked at He Xiyan with a frown.

"Why are you still looking for a part-time job, this semester is very full, you will delay your studies like this."

He Xiyan smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, I can get used to it."

He Xiyan didn't say it because she had no money. She went to a design school, and the tuition fee was more expensive than other departments, her tuition last year was a student loan, this year's tuition loan was part, and she borrowed a part, as for the living expenses, she has to earn it herself, otherwise she doesn't even have money for food.

She only has more than five hundred dollars in her card now.

"You're asking for your own trouble." Yang Jing sighed speechlessly.

He Xiyan cherishes every opportunity to learn, in class, she is very serious, and her notebook is full of writing.

In the morning, he had four consecutive classes, and after class, He Xiyan, like other students, went to the cafeteria for lunch.

Her tableware was the kind of lunch box she bought for more than ten yuan, and the box was not big, because she had eaten less.

He Xiyan walked into the second canteen, there were so many canteens in the school that she couldn't remember how many. There are many classmates who do not eat in the cafeteria, but go to a small restaurant in the neighborhood to eat, but she has never been there because she is reluctant to eat. It costs more than 20 yuan to go out to eat a claypot rice or something, but in the cafeteria, you can eat a meal for five or six yuan.

He Xiyan made a meal of 7 cents, and then came to the ordinary vegetable area and made a fried meat with beans, 4 yuan, four yuan and seven cents, she couldn't save any more.

After finishing it, she did not eat in the cafeteria, but brought the food to her dormitory, where most of her classmates ate because the cafeteria was too noisy.