Chapter 613 My Dad Made Me Spend Money 4
The English teacher was pleased with the student's attitude and stopped keeping an eye on her since she was listening attentively in class.
After evening classes, Su Mengmeng dragged Ning Yan towards the cafeteria, saying, "Hurry up, hurry up, or we won't have any choices. The food in the cafeteria is already terrible, and I don't want to go hungry during evening self-study."
Ning Yan had no choice but to run with her.
Sigh, it feels lonely to have no friends, but it feels crazy to have friends.
Ning Yan felt like her face was all distorted from running; this girl can really run!
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When Ning Yan came out on her skateboard after evening self-study at 9:40 p.m., she found Comrade Ning Hongxuan waiting at the school gate.
"Dad, what brings you here?"
"Ah, I got off work early today, so I'll wait for you."
Ning Yan picked up her skateboard and sat on the back of the electric scooter. "Let's go, Dad. Have you had dinner yet?"
"I've prepared a late-night snack. Have a bite when you get home."
"Oh, my dad is so thoughtful, I'm starving."
She gets hungry easily from reading too much, so she definitely needs another meal at night.
Ning Hongxuan was so flattered by his daughter that the two returned home in less than five minutes.
Soon, three dishes and a soup were placed on the table: braised yellow croaker, stir-fried pork, stir-fried celery, and old duck soup.
Although Ning's father's cooking skills were average, the food was much better than the school cafeteria food. Ning Yan ate quite a lot. After the meal, Ning's father urged her to go back to her room to rest while he cleaned up the dishes.
Ning Yan didn't stand on ceremony. She went back to her room, read for a while, and then went to bed at eleven o'clock.
Just after midnight that night, the "Spendthrift System" task came again, this time requiring 500,000 yuan, with a time limit of one month.
Ning Hongxuan breathed a sigh of relief. His daughter should be able to spend the 500,000 yuan in a month, right?
Whether she spends it or not, I'll just transfer the money to my daughter first, and if necessary, I'll urge her to spend it quickly tomorrow.
The next morning, Ning Hongxuan got up early to make dumplings. After the dumplings were cooked, he put a portion of the braised chicken feet and side dishes he had taken some time to make the day before on the table, and then called his daughter to eat.
It was only six o'clock.
Ning Yan got up, quickly washed up, and sat down at the dining table.
The house is too small, so the dining table is set up in the living room. The small table is filled with just a few plates of dumplings.
"Dad, what kind of filling are the dumplings?"
"Pickled cabbage and pork."
"It's my favorite filling."
"Then eat more, I cooked fifty of them."
He made a hundred dumplings early in the morning, cooked half of them, and put the rest in the refrigerator.
In the past, thirty of them were enough for the father and daughter to eat.
But his daughter's appetite has increased these past two days, so he cooked more.
Ning Yan ate with great relish, finishing a large bowl of dumplings in no time. She even drank half a bowl of dumpling soup and picked out seven more dumplings from the plate before putting down her chopsticks.
After rinsing her mouth again, she went back to her room, put on her schoolbag, and said, "Dad, I'm going to school."
Day students do not need to attend morning reading sessions, but they must be at school before 7:10 a.m.
"Hey, Dad gave you some pocket money again. Remember to spend it."
Ning Yan feigned surprise, "Redirecting again? Okay, I understand."
I have classes from Monday to Friday, so I can only go shopping on Saturdays.
Ning Hongxuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait a minute, Dad will take you to school."
"No need, no need. I'm not a three-year-old child who needs to be driven by my parents. I can skateboard very fast."
Ning Yan ran away as soon as she finished speaking; she didn't want to have to be picked up and dropped off by her parents every day when she grew up.
Today, Ning Yan continued to read her own books during class. She didn't have her Chinese textbook with her; instead, she brought her junior high school textbooks for the other subjects.
A tall stack of them was placed on the desk.
Su Mengmeng was completely impressed by her deskmate. She never listened in class, but she never answered the teacher's questions wrong. Her reading speed was unparalleled. It seemed like she was just flipping through books as if she were playing, but Su Mengmeng was certain that her deskmate was really absorbed in the reading.
After the third period, "Hey, you'd better get ready for the next English class."
Ning Yan reluctantly put away her junior high school physics book and took out her English book.
Just then, a classmate walked in through the door, holding a pink letter in her hand. "Ning Yan, your letter!"
The students immediately started cheering and shouting, "Ning Yan, did someone send you another love letter?!"
Ning Yan glanced at the classmate who had helped deliver the letter, "I don't want it, you can take it back."
The other person's hand, which was handing over the letter, froze awkwardly. "Well, you should still take a look at this."
"Wang, no matter who asks you to deliver the letter, I will not accept it."
You're a high school student now, I don't need to explain the dangers of early romantic relationships to you, do I?
After she finished speaking, she looked around the classroom. Those who had been making a fuss had already quieted down. Her gaze fell on Wang again. "Please return the letter. I'm sorry."
The boy surnamed Wang quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have helped run this errand."
He hadn't thought much of it at first; it was just helping to deliver a letter. But he forgot that they were only fifteen or sixteen years old, with piles of homework to finish, so how could they be dating?
He turned and ran out, and when he returned a short while later, the letter in his hand had disappeared.
He had barely entered the classroom when the English teacher arrived. Ning Yan listened to the teacher's lecture while doing her English exercises, then checked the answers herself, marking the wrong ones and writing them in her error notebook.
During the class, you said she was focused, but there were middle school English and first-year high school English workbooks on her desk.
You said she didn't pay attention in class. The English teacher called on her four times in one class, and she answered correctly every time.
After several attempts, the phrase "multitasking" finally found its perfect meaning in Su Mengmeng's mind.
During lunch, Su Mengmeng asked Ning Yan with a bitter expression, "Tell me the truth, after the next monthly exam, will we have to go our separate ways?"
"Good heavens, they've even gone through a breakup? Stop messing around, or I'll spit it out!" She was drinking soup.
"You're working so hard, I feel like our scores will definitely be far ahead next time."
Ning Yan: "It would be great if you could improve your math grades."
Su Mengmeng knows that, but she just can't do it, can she?
The two sat together and sang, when three boys walked over.
Students are required to wear school uniforms. The one in the lead was wearing a shirt and jeans, and had an expensive-looking watch on his wrist. He tilted his head, put his right hand in his pocket, and looked at Ning Yan with a crooked mouth, exuding the unruly air of a young gangster.
"Ning Yan, be my girlfriend!"
Ning Yan looked at the idiot in front of her with an expression as if he were a fool!
Fortunately, Gu Yuxing on the other end wasn't stupid. He added, "I am Gu Yuxing! If you agree, I will support your schooling and cover all your expenses!"
Su Mengmeng nudged Ning Yan, then chirped a few times in her ear. This was Gu Yuxing, the son of the richest man in M City, a popular figure at school, a year ahead of them, currently a sophomore. She heard that he specifically sought out pretty female classmates to date, but they would break up within two months.
Judging from what he just said, is he planning to keep his deskmate as a mistress?
Ning Yan tightened her grip on her chopsticks: "Sorry, I refuse!"
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