The fashionable man turned pale and subconsciously covered his wrist:
"This... this is a high imitation!"
"High imitation?" Jiang Muyao chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
(Six months ago, he cried during a livestream about his mother's cancer, and fans gave him money!)
(The six o'clock mark on the dial is engraved with L and W, which should be the abbreviation of his financial sponsor)
"That titanium chain around your neck,"
Jiang Muyao narrowed her eyes: "She gave it to me, right? There's a number engraved on the inside, number 07."
"It's a very fancy necklace."
The fashionable man finally couldn't help it and said in a hurried voice: "What nonsense are you talking about! This is my own thing!"
Jiang Muyao didn't say anything else and turned to look at Tiantian beside her.
Although Tiantian is young, she comes from a wealthy family and has seen a lot since she was a child. Naturally, she cannot tolerate such deception.
She looked at the trendy man coldly, with disappointment in her tone: "You are with me for money, right?"
The trendy man was speechless for a moment, his face flushed, and he wanted to explain, but Tiantian had already picked up her bag and turned away.
The trendy man got anxious and shouted at her back: "Don't leave, listen to my explanation!"
Tiantian left the room without even looking back.
The trendy man was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and didn't even pick up his phone, and swore at the live camera:
"Just wait! This isn't over yet!"
After saying that, he hung up the live broadcast angrily. He was the only one left in the room, standing there with a gloomy face.
Jiang Muyao disconnected from the trendy guy, but the barrage of comments was still madly flooding the screen with criticism.
She had casually sent out a new lucky bag, and the person who grabbed the lucky bag was an ID named Yaoyao.
However, this time, after waiting for a long time, the rocket special effects did not appear.
(Does this Yaoyao count? If not, then don’t fight for it. It’s really like occupying the toilet without doing anything.)
(Isn’t it hard to grab Master Jiang’s lucky bag? Even if you grab it, it doesn’t count, what a waste of expression.)
Yaoyao hadn't spoken on the public screen for a long time, and even Jiang Muyao thought she had given up.
Just as I was about to say that I would send out another lucky bag, a rocket special effect suddenly appeared on the public screen.
The connection was connected instantly, and a haggard and childish little face appeared on the screen.
"Master Jiang, I...I want to calculate, is it really useless for me to study?" Yaoyao's voice trembled, and her eyes were red.
"I have good grades, but my parents say it's useless for girls to go to school. It's better for me to get married early and earn money for my younger brother's dowry..."
Her fingers were tightly clenched on the corner of her clothes, her knuckles were white, and her heart was filled with despair.
She couldn't remember how many times she had argued with her parents. Every time she brought her report card home, her father would glance at it coldly and then throw it away:
"What's the point of a girl studying so much? The more important thing is to get married early and save up the dowry for your brother!"
The mother sighed and said nothing.
She was unwilling to accept it, really unwilling to accept it.
She could obviously get into a good university and change her fate through her own efforts, but her parents were unwilling to give her even this opportunity.
She even secretly hid the report card that ranked first in the grade and looked at it under the covers every night.
I fantasize about standing in front of my parents one day with an admission letter to prove that my studies were useful.
But the reality was like a bucket of cold water poured on her.
Her father has arranged a blind date for her, a man who is more than 20 years older than her and is said to be willing to give a betrothal gift of 200,000 yuan.
Two hundred thousand is just enough for my younger brother’s high school tuition and tutoring fees.
She felt like a commodity waiting to be sold.
When she saw that she had won the lucky bag, she hardened her heart, looked at the only one thousand yuan left in her phone, and sent a rocket to Jiang Muyao.
She had watched the live broadcast and knew that Jiang Muyao was very accurate, so she wanted to ask Jiang Muyao to calculate it.
Is it really useless for her to study?
She hoped to hear Jiang Muyao say that her studies were useful, so that she could show it to her parents and tell them that her studies were useful...
Can she continue to study...After she finishes her studies, she will continue to make money to help her brother get married...
Jiang Muyao stared at the "Wenquxing" between Yaoyao's eyebrows and smiled:
"You ranked first in your grade in the final exam last year, but your dad used your scholarship to buy a video game console for your younger brother, right?"
The girl was stunned, tears welled up in her eyes:
"How... did you know?" Her voice was choked, as if the deepest grievance in her heart had been touched.
She hid that report card for a whole year.
Every time her father got drunk and called her a "money-loser", she would secretly take it out and look at it, as if it was her only hope.
"You still have that report card hidden in the pocket of your schoolbag. You look at it under the covers every night, fantasizing about the day you'll be admitted to university..."
"It's a shame your dad doesn't even want to pay for tuition."
(They hid the report card? Are these parents human?)
(If I had such good grades, my parents would be so happy.)
(Don’t be afraid, sister! We’ll crowdfund your education!)
Jiang Muyao continued:
"Your younger brother is in the eighth grade this year, and his grades are at the bottom, yet your parents have enrolled him in five cram schools."
"They said...my younger brother is the hope of the family..." Her heart ached.
My younger brother's grades are terrible, but my parents are willing to spend all their savings on him.
She even had to secretly work part-time to save money to buy a tutoring book.
"Your father borrowed high-interest loans last year to buy a house in your brother's school district, and now the creditors are coming to his house every day."
"They want you to marry, not for the bride price, but to pay off the debt."
(Another preference for boys over girls? I'm so pissed!)
(School district housing? My younger brother is only in the 8th grade!)
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