"How about this," Zhao Qingzhen said, "I'll give you eighty yuan a month, including room and board, how about that?"

"Okay, thank you, sister, thank you so much." Wang Zhen beamed, surprised that she found a job so easily.

In a maximum of two months, I can earn a salary of 160 yuan.

Paying tuition of one hundred yuan allows you to continue studying at school.

"Alright, it's settled then," Zhao Qingzhen said with a smile.

...

Classroom 1.

After finishing the last class, Wang Peng put down his pen and rubbed his sore wrist.

I haven't finished my homework for today. I still have two workbooks to do and a reading response to submit to my homeroom teacher.

"Mengjiao, are you going home for dinner after school?" he asked softly.

Li Mengjiao nodded, her eyes fixed on the workbook in her hand.

"Could you please come to my house and tell my cousin that I won't be home for dinner tonight?" Wang Peng said.

“I have a lot of homework today, and I’m not going home. I’ll ask Xiao Jing to help me notify them.” Li Mengjiao took out a dollar and gave it to him. “Order me a serving of fried rice with eggs too.”

"Okay." Wang Peng got up from his seat, went to the back row to find Xue Dongshan, and gave him the two yuan.

"Hey bro, Mengjiao and I ordered two takeout meals. Could you deliver them to the classroom for me?" Wang Peng said.

“Okay.” Xue Dongshan returned the money to Wang Peng. “Brother Peng, don’t take the money. This time it’s on you.”

"Haha, thanks a lot, little brother." Wang Peng didn't stand on ceremony with him.

Back in his seat, he returned the one yuan to Li Mengjiao, saying, "Dongshan treated us to dinner; you're basking in my generosity."

"Hmph." Li Mengjiao continued studying the practice questions.

When the bell rang, Wang Peng went outside the classroom to get his takeout. He saw Wang Zhen as soon as he stepped out.