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2485 The script is mu Xiaoxiao’s (1)
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, mu Xiaoxiao was stunned.
How could this be ...
Did he have to die so quickly?
Was this a guilty conscience?
Mu Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but think of the worst this time. If the other party didn’t have a guilty conscience, how could he have hung up immediately after hearing that she was mu Xiaoxiao?
However ... What she didn’t understand was that there was no name written on her notebook. The other party should not have known that the notebook was hers when he picked it up.
Then, why did the other party immediately hang up the phone when he heard her name?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMu Xiaoxiao couldn’t understand.
At the same time, on the other side.
Year two’s teaching block, art studio.
Zhao Xiaolu had just picked up the phone when she heard the other party say, ” Hello, I’m mu Xiaoxiao. she was stunned. Before she could react, she was pushed by a classmate behind her. She lost her grip on the phone and it fell to the ground. The screen went black.
“Argh! My phone!”
The classmate said embarrassedly, ” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to borrow your purple watercolor. I’ve used up mine, so can you lend it to me first? ”
However, he didn’t seem to be really sorry.
Zhao Xiaolu frowned. She still gave her the purple watercolor first, and then picked up her phone.
The phone screen went black.
She opened it again, and the sensitivity of the touch was a little strange, as if it had been broken.
What to do ...
She looked at her phone anxiously and frowned.
Finally, the student still had some conscience. He looked up and asked, ” how is it? The phone wasn’t broken, right? I don’t think it’ll break from the fall.”
Zhao Xiaolu said, ” my phone fell once the day before yesterday ...
She dialed left and right and felt that it wasn’t very smooth. She knew that the phone was not far from being broken.
Upon hearing this, the classmate said, ” then it’s none of my business. You fell down before, so maybe it was a little broken then. Aiya, isn’t it just a cell phone? haven’t many brands released new models recently? You have an excuse to ask your family for money to buy a new phone. You should be thanking me. ”
Zhao Xiaolu looked at her a little resentfully, her thoughts spinning.
“I just bought this phone last year ...”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf she were to ask her father for money to buy a new phone, her stepmother would definitely say all kinds of nasty things.
That classmate laughed and said in a slightly disdainful tone, ” who would want to use a phone for two years? I bought this phone at the beginning of the year. It’s not even a year old and I already want to change it. You’re still using it for two years. If word gets out, I’ll be laughed at to death.
Although Zhao Xiaolu did not like to hear such words, she had to admit that this was the reality.
After all, shangde was a school for the rich, and more than 99% of the students were children from rich families. Everyone used cell phones that cost a few thousand Yuan, and they got new ones almost every year.
Especially for their art class, their daily expenses were very high, and the tuition fees were more expensive than ordinary students. Therefore, it was impossible for the children of poor families to come to shangde to study in art class.
Zhao Xiaolu thought about this and did not reply.
She could not let her classmates know that her family was different from theirs.
He would be laughed at.
She knew that she would be laughed at.
She didn’t want her life to become a situation where she was laughed at every day.
At this time, another student came over with a phone in his hand. He asked Zhao Xiaolu with a surprised look, ” Xiaolu, Xiaolu! A post revealed that young master Jie’s painting was drawn by you? Is it really you?”
Upon hearing this, it immediately attracted the attention of the others.