When Li Ye read the letter with a gloomy face, Wen Leyu, who was at the same table, casually glanced over to him,

But given Wen Leyu's good upbringing, she never really peeked at the contents of the letter.

But Li Ye was holding back his anger and writing the back of the letter, which made Wen Leyu very curious.

What did Lu Jingyao write to Li Ye to make this kind boy so angry?

In the end, the little spy finally couldn't hold it anymore, and quietly and slowly stretched his neck, like a kitten stealthily advancing to catch mice.

But at this time, Li Ye had already finished writing, folded the letter, and turned his head to hit Wen Leyu in the face.

Wen Leyu stiffened for a moment, retracted his neck with a "whoosh", sat up straight, and the pen in his hand wrote and scratched quickly, looking like a good child who was serious about learning every day.

This little beauty is interesting.

The unhappiness in Li Ye's heart was instantly eliminated.

He rested his cheek with one hand, propped his elbows on the desk table, and looked sideways at Wen Leyu, who was writing seriously, his eyes pure and peaceful, as if he was appreciating a beautiful and vivid painting.

Wen Leyu didn't seem to notice, the pen in her hand didn't stop, but a faint flush gradually appeared on her cheeks, adding vitality to her white and excessive skin.

"What are you writing about?"

Li Ye didn't continue to look at it, the girl was already embarrassed, and it was a considerate way to communicate by quickly opening her mouth to resolve the embarrassment.

Wen Leyu really breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the homework book in his hand to Li Ye, and then wrote a paragraph on the note.

"I have some questions for you to do, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's big performance textbook, looked at several pages of dense English test questions, and asked, "Why do you want me to do these questions?" Is that what Mr. Ke meant? ”

Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, quickly took the note, and was about to write a message to Li Ye on it.

Li Ye couldn't help but whisper: "Although your handwriting is indeed beautiful, can you talk to me?" ”

Wen Leyu was stunned again, and this time she was stunned for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice: "You don't want to go to the capital....... Qingbei? I think I can help you. ”

In fact, Wen Leyu's voice is very good, but I don't know what she has experienced over the years, so she has become a "little mute".

And when she said that Li Ye "went to the capital for the exam", she obviously changed her words urgently, and it is estimated that he originally wanted to say that he would go to the capital to find Lu Jingyao.

Li Ye smiled, nodded and said, "Thank you, I accept your help, but you also have to accept my help." ”

Wen Leyu blinked and said, "What kind of help?" ”

Li Ye took out his homework book and began to work on it.

"I'll give you a paper to make, you can ask me if you know it."

Wen Leyu was a little curious, and unconsciously leaned out his swan-like neck, looked at the pen in Li Ye's hand, and quickly wrote out one test question after another.

At the beginning, she was very confident, because she would know Li Ye's questions at a glance.

But when Li Ye wrote the third piece of paper, she became serious.

Because of these types of questions, she has never seen them.

"Do you know how to do any of these questions?"

"Of course!"

"Then how much did you score in math in the college entrance examination this year?"

“…………”

Li Ye stopped his pen, looked at Wen Leyu with a curious face, and said helplessly: "Can we not ask this kind of question?"

Wen Leyu first looked at Li Ye in confusion, then his eyes rolled and he nodded heavily.

It seems that Li Ye seems to have seen the cat he had raised in his previous life again.

It's stupid and cute, but it's actually ...... The thief is smart.

。。。。

"Jing Yao, you are so smart, Senior Brother Qian Shun just reminded you that day, your poems were really published?"

"Yes! Senior Sister Jing Yao's talent is good that I have never seen before, our Qingya Literature Club will rely on you to carry forward the ....... in the future."

In an activity room of the Beijing Institute of Foreign Languages, Lu Jingyao was surrounded by a group of seniors in the center, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.

When she was in Qingshui County, she liked to discuss poetry and literature with Xia Yue and them, and when it came time to choose a club in college, she naturally joined this literary club called "Qingya".

After a few months of familiarity, Lu Jingyao had the courage to submit a manuscript to the school magazine of the School of Foreign Languages, but she did not expect it to be published.

Then there was an embarrassing scene, and the seniors of several clubs complimented her for not asking for money.

In particular, the eyes of several of them seemed to eat her, and the enthusiastic and excessive attitude made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Ahem, the publication of Jing Yao's work today is a major event of our Qingya Literary Society, so I propose that everyone go out for dinner, okay?"

"Good!"

"As it should be!"

"Let's go, have a good night and wine tonight, and don't get drunk and don't go home!"

The people of the club went out to dinner happily, which allowed Lu Jingyao to get rid of the dilemma of "eating sycophants until she vomited".

But then she started to worry again.

The last dinner party of the Qingya Literature Club cost more than two yuan per person, which is more than one-tenth of her monthly student subsidy.

Because she had to save money and send it home, a week after the dinner, Lu Jingyao was steamed buns and pickles.

Although the school magazine published her poems today, there was a manuscript fee of five yuan and five cents, but Lu Jingyao originally wanted to scrape together ten yuan and send it home to subsidize the family, but if she had another dinner, it would not be enough to make up ten yuan.

"Let's go Jing Yao, what do you want?"

He Xue, who is also a member of the Literary Society, grabbed Lu Jingyao's arm and dragged her to catch up with the others.

Lu Jingyao came to his senses and said, "Oh, I didn't think about anything, I left." ”

He Xue said excitedly as she walked: "I finally have someone to treat me today, I want to rub it hard, braised pork, braised elbow, sweet and sour fish ......."

Lu Jingyao's heart was light, and even her steps were a little brisk: "Really?" Who's in for a treat today? ”

He Xue turned her head to look at Lu Jingyao strangely and said, "Of course it's you!" You won't be recognized as a contributor to the manuscript, right? The tradition of our literary club is that whoever earns the manuscript fee will be treated! ”

“..........”

Lu Jingyao's footsteps sank, and she felt that her legs were suddenly filled with lead-like heaviness.

[I'm in for a treat? It turned out to be a treat for me....... When did I say I wanted a treat? The traditional ....... of the Literary Society What does it have to do with me? 】

【Braised pork, braised elbow, sweet and sour fish....... A dish is as little as four or five cents, and as much as eight or nine cents, in terms of the amount of food of the people in the literary club, it is like playing three dishes by one person. 】

[Not to mention drinking, these people drink to death, a bottle of liquor is cheaper for three or four cents, and it is several more expensive, how many bottles do you have to drink if you don't get drunk? ] 】

[What's darker is beer, a bottle of two cents, several bottles don't matter......]

It only took Lu Jingyao less than a second, and even if the cost of today's dinner was calculated, it would be at least thirty yuan less, and she had to put in all the food stamps issued by the school for several months.

She regretted it, she regretted why she joined this youth club, and she regretted why she published poetry in the school magazine.

Thirty bucks! His monthly subsidy is only twenty-two yuan and a half, and he has to calculate and take out a part of it every month and send it home to redeem the bicycle for his younger brother.

The current Lu Jingyao, let alone thirty yuan, can't take out even twenty yuan.

"Hey, Jing Yao, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly? You can't be worried about money, right? ”

"Huh? No no...... It was a little cold when the wind blew just now. ”

Lu Jingyao lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly and dragged her steps forward, her heart was a mess and entangled.

She has the heart not to go, but she is afraid of ridicule,

But if they go, where will they have the money to pay the bills?

Lu Jingyao felt that she had suddenly returned to more than a year ago.

The rain leakage in the family's house is getting worse and worse, and my mother's cough is getting more and more intense, but the family can't come up with an extra dollar.

Then, a boy broke into his life, poked a hole in the gloomy sky, and sprinkled the bright sun.

And today, where is your own sunshine?