Jiang Yifan and the acne-ridden boy looked at each other, feeling both sorry for them and sighing with emotion.

"Normally, those rich young ladies order others to buy them milk tea and coffee, but they never pay for it."

"Yes, they're so rich and they still try to take advantage of us, but you're so considerate of us."

Ming Xiaoxiao's independence, self-reliance, and lack of flattery or materialism deeply moved these middle-class men.

The shop owner couldn't help but roll his eyes as he watched the group of people showering the girl with compliments.

Since you're so understanding, why didn't you just pay for her purchase after spending half an hour fussing around in her shop, looking like you were definitely going to buy something?

She spent half a day styling her hair and makeup, only to get it all for free?

Ming Xiaoxiao noticed the shop owner's eye roll, her face instantly turning red. She whispered an apology and then turned and ran out of the shop.

She didn't understand why the shop owner was so snobbish. Was it just because she didn't pay?

Xie Li and the others just tried on the flower hairpins in the store, but left without buying anything.

Ultimately, it's because she's poor and lacks ambition.

Moreover, she was somewhat bothered by the sight of that handsome figure grabbing Xie Li's arm from behind while she was standing in the shop just now...

Although she couldn't see his face, she felt a sense of déjà vu, which made her feel vaguely uneasy.

Ming Xiaoxiao lowered her eyelids to hide the thoughts in her eyes, but when she turned to face Jiang Yifan and the others, she gave them a bright smile.

"By the way, where is that poetry challenge you mentioned before? I'd like to try it out too."

——

Xie Li followed Luo Zhihan for quite a distance before stopping.

Luo Zhihan: "You don't need to pay attention to those people."

Xie Li nodded, looked into Luo Zhihan's eyes, and gestured, asking if he should let go of her hand.

However, she couldn't help but marvel at how perfect Luo Zhihan's hands were, resembling a work of art.

Unfortunately, such beautiful hands have a thin layer of calluses on the palms and fingertips.

Xie Li knew this was caused by years of practicing ancient martial arts. The other party had a heart problem, yet he was so diligent. He truly deserved to be called a very capable city dweller.

Just then, Li Chen strode up and, seeing this, hurriedly stepped forward and roughly pulled Xie Li behind him.

Seeing Luo Zhihan look up at him with a cold glint in his eyes, he straightened his neck and said loudly, "Aren't all the students at Linjiang No. 1 High School good students? They don't do that kind of thing as puppy love. Boys and girls should still keep their distance!"

He had actually been holding back for a long time, and really wanted to announce to this group of people that he was Xie Li's fiancé.

But he was also afraid of angering Xie Li, because he couldn't handle Xie Li's anger.

So the only way to subtly remind the other party is in this way.

He had just spoken with that dejected senior surnamed Gu and learned that this student, Luo Zhihan, was a top student in the senior year's elite class.

People like this shouldn't waste their energy on romance.

Learning is the most important thing to them, so this person's good relationship with Xie Li is probably just a friendly exchange about learning between academic geniuses.

Even though he tried to comfort himself with these words, Li Chen still felt extremely unhappy.

He felt he should talk to Xie Li next time, telling him he couldn't be so unguarded with everyone. There were plenty of hypocritical scoundrels taking advantage of young girls these days.

Xie Li: "You're right, I also think that students' main task is to study."

She had finally managed to come to the city to study, and she wouldn't consider anything else until she got into the Imperial University of Beijing.