Xiao Jiu took a deep breath: "What do you want me to say? That I earned money from a summer job and got a new school uniform, which upset you?"
"You! I don't believe you'd be willing to buy it. A school uniform costs 20,000 yuan, and you only make 20,000 yuan a month working part-time in the cafeteria!"
"Yes, so I worked day and night during the summer vacation, two jobs a day, for a month and a half, and the money I earned was enough for me to buy school uniforms."
If you're not happy about it, you can work and earn money to buy your school uniform. What gives you the right to question me?
There are advantages to being an orphan, though. You can earn your own money and spend it as you please. But this Keiko Yamamoto can't do that.
Even if she goes out to earn money, she has to hand it over to her family. Her parents usually manage the money. As long as she has clothes to wear, they don't care if they are second-hand or not.
The reason she's arguing with Xiaojiu is simply because she can't accept the fact that Xiaojiu is doing better than her.
How can someone who works part-time at school be doing better than me?
"I'm going to report you. You don't deserve to have a part-time job at the school. You clearly have money, so why are you taking advantage of the school?"
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone looked at her with undisguised surprise. "Huizi, to be honest, no one in our class is doing worse than Jinghe!"
"Yes, Huizi, Jinghe bought the school uniform because her old school uniform shirt was yellowed and tattered, and the color of the skirt didn't match ours. It was too worn out to wear after washing. Besides, she earned the money from her holiday job, not for anything else. School uniforms are worn every day!"
Her classmates tried to persuade her, but Yamamoto Keiko didn't care. All she knew was that Ito Shizuka had changed into a new school uniform, and hers was the most tattered in the whole class. No way, she was going to report it, to report that Ito Shizuka didn't deserve the school's subsidies.
She made a real-name report, and the school leaders took it very seriously, immediately sending a teacher down to investigate.
They even checked the warehouse where Xiaojiu lived and found that apart from some books and old clothes, she really had nothing.
The cafeteria staff also said so.
“This child has suffered. He only eats free food and has never spent money on meat, eggs, or dairy products. He is also very sensible and helpful, and has helped us a lot.”
Her classmates also said that she is usually low-key. She had no choice but to leave school during the holidays, but she usually stays at school and hardly spends any money.
Keiko Yamamoto even threatened to go to where she works to ask her how much money she actually earns. She said that food and lodging are free, and she doesn't believe she would have any money left over to buy a school uniform.
Her persistent attitude displeased the school, who felt the child was too harsh and directly asked her parents to take her home for discipline.
Jinghe was not affected at all; in fact, the school told her to ask a teacher for help if she needed anything.
After the matter was settled, Xiao Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "That was terrifying! Sure enough, wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue!"
Xiao Jiu proactively told the teacher that she had the library key so she could go there to study on the weekend. She also said that she could help clean during the holidays so as not to take advantage of the school for nothing.
Seeing the teacher pat her on the shoulder with satisfaction and leave, she couldn't help but sigh, "Anyone can say nice things, but the key is to hit the right spot."
After this incident, Xiao Jiu made a special trip to the wholesale market over the weekend to buy a few cheap sportswear outfits to use as storefront decorations.
She looked at the clothes she got from the mall; they were all brand-name items. Counterfeits hadn't appeared yet in this era, and given her current status, they were indeed unsuitable and inappropriate for her to wear.
Fortunately, even the clothes worn by ordinary people in this era were sturdy and durable. I bought several sets of sportswear so I could change into them for PE class or extracurricular activities.
As for things that others can't see, like underwear, she naturally uses brand-name products and even specifically chooses sizes that she can wear. Teenagers, if no one is there to supervise them, they have to take care of themselves.
Thankfully, the school toilets had doors, so she wasn't openly seen by everyone when she changed her sanitary napkins.
Classmates would sometimes borrow sanitary napkins from each other when they had their periods, but Xiao Jiu always remembered her status and never dared to lend her sanitary napkins out.
Even the high-quality baby toilet paper she got looked extravagant compared to her classmates'. Luckily, she was quick-witted and replaced it with the slightly lower-quality ones used domestically, which prevented them from verbally attacking her.
Because everyone seemed to be holding regular toilet paper, and even the purplish-red toilet paper commonly seen in China appeared.
It is said that Xiao Rizi has taken great care in protecting its vegetation. Most of the paper towels are imported, especially since in the late 1990s, my country's disposable chopsticks were used to make paper.
In order to conserve their local energy resources, they go to great lengths, using all their talents to get the best things with the least amount of money.
Just listening to their local music gives you a creepy feeling of Japanese invaders entering a village.
Damn it, this music is nothing compared to the grandeur and style of my great China.
The most painful thing is that she also has to take these music classes to cultivate her mind and sing their national anthems.
Each time, she would only open her mouth without making a sound, silently singing the March of the Volunteers countless times in her heart to soothe her wounded soul.
Not only that, their calligraphy and art are all blatant plagiarism of our culture.
Shameless! They even have the audacity to call it their cultural heritage. Where's their sense of shame?
The scariest thing is that they want us to dance their traditional dance. Damn, is that even a dance?
That was clearly the Awa Ode performed by the Japanese invaders during their massacre of the village. They called it a symbol of peace, but it's like a damn symbol of peace!
However, it's a group dance, so we can't skip it. While dancing, we must remember to bow and apologize to our predecessors in our hearts.
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The library changes its newspapers daily, and newspapers from all over the country are available in the library.
The small land area means speed; they can change all kinds of newspapers every day.
She would also sit down from time to time and flip through recent newspapers, because it wasn't convenient for her to have a TV or radio.
Newspapers became his only way of understanding the outside world and the country.
Then she saw two un-blurred photos of the bodies she had dissected.
Six bodies were thrown away, but only two were found. The remaining four bodies were probably eaten by fish.
One wonders if the people involved will faint from shock if the corpses, which should have been in China, have traveled across the ocean and returned to their homeland.
The body had become gigantic due to the heat; to recognize it would truly be a sign of deep affection.
After a semester of adjustment, her spoken English no longer had any foreign accent, and she spoke very slowly every time it was her turn to speak.
She had to make sure there were no grammatical errors, and as for her stiff, robotic speech, that was all due to her personality.
"No wonder Jinghe doesn't talk much. You can tell by listening to her speak. It must be due to delayed speech and congenital developmental problems."
Hearing that a guy had already made excuses and defended her, she was overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much!"
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