Xiao Jiu is speechless. Just because someone is poor doesn't mean they deserve to be looked down upon. It seems like this happens in every country.
Last time she bought a school uniform, people questioned her; now, even using the same pen, she's being wrongly accused.
Fortunately, the ones she could get openly used all came from legitimate sources, so she calmly looked up at Makika.
I know a girl with a pure and innocent appearance. Although I don't interact with her much on a daily basis, I've learned that she's a bit of a green tea bitch.
I don't know if she really lost her pen, or if she offended her in some way without realizing it.
So, Xiao Jiu calmly capped the pen she was writing with and placed it on the table.
He crossed his arms and leaned back, raising an eyebrow at her with a relaxed expression: "You say this is your pen, where's the proof?"
Makika's eyes reddened. "I just bought it yesterday. Everyone saw it and even gathered around to look at it. And now it's gone."
Then, looking at her with a pitiful expression, he said, "I've never seen you use this pen before today. How come you reacted so strongly the moment I lost it?"
Did you take it out and use it?
Xiao Jiu was speechless. Who knows what kind of pen she usually uses? She's in the front row, and she's in the back row. They usually sit in separate seats and don't interact at all. Who knows what kind of pen she uses at any given time? Yet she compares herself to others and tries to outdo them.
When it comes to pens, isn't it true that anyone can use whichever pen they want?
Although this brand of pen is not cheap, it's not like everyone can't afford it, right?
Why are you acting so pitiful? Who are you trying to impress?
Xiao Jiu took a deep breath, about to say something, when the male classmate next to her spoke up.
"Makika, Ito is right. What evidence do you have to prove that this is your pen?"
"Then what evidence does she have to prove that this is her pen?"
As soon as Keiko Yamamoto opened her mouth, Xiao Jiu rolled her eyes.
Why is this guy everywhere? He just bought a school uniform, how could he offend people so thoroughly?
How can this person be so petty?
"First of all, she claims the pen is hers, so she needs to provide evidence to prove that it is her pen."
If she can prove the pen is hers, and I can't prove it's mine, then it belongs to her.
You need to figure out the order first, instead of letting me fall into her trap and making me prove that the pen is mine.
That doesn't make sense. She raised the question, so it's most appropriate for her to provide a perfect answer.
She wasn't foolish enough to fall into the other party's trap; this is what's known as a self-proving trap.
If she is labeled, she will try her best to prove and refute it. If she does that, wouldn't she be falling into her trap?
"It's simple. You need evidence to call the police, right? Show me your evidence, and the pen is yours!"
Makika was stunned; she hadn't expected Sake to say that. A pleading look appeared in her eyes.
"Jinghe, this pen was a birthday present from my father. Can you give it back to me?"
Xiao Jiu scoffed, "So you have no proof that this pen is yours? If you have no proof, what makes you say it's yours? There are plenty of identical things in the world. If you want, you buy it; if not, I'll buy it."
"Can you afford it? This pen costs tens of thousands, and you think you can afford it?" Keiko Yamamoto's voice was both sarcastic and brainless.
"In that case, I suggest you call the police. Makika, you can't provide any evidence, and you shamelessly let the trolls around you attack me. I can't be bothered with her. The best way is to call the police. Since this pen is so valuable, you should naturally try to find it back."
Unexpectedly, as soon as she made this suggestion, Maki's face turned pale and she waved her hands frantically.
"No need, no need. Since you say it's yours, then forget it. Maybe I'm mistaken. Maybe it's at home. I'll go back and look for it again."
"No way, I don't want to be wrongly accused. If you won't call the police, I will."
Tao Tao didn't have time to play these childish games with them all day, so she went directly to the school's security office and reported the matter.
Then the school called the police. Since the police were dispatched, they had to take statements. The two Japanese police officers took them back to the station very responsibly.
At this point, Maki was so frightened that she burst into tears, "I don't want it anymore, okay? My pen is really gone."
I was just asking her; I didn't say hers was mine!
Look, she's acting all wronged. Hmph, I won't let her get away with it. I'll just pull out my purchase receipt as evidence.
On the other hand, Makika repeatedly said that she had lost her pen, but she couldn't remember the time or place.
In the end, he not only apologized to her in front of the whole class, but was also criticized by the police.
Her small wine cellar was full of useful, expensive pens, but she wasn't foolish enough to change one every day.
While in Tokyo, I resold them cheaply to many students, making a small profit. Then I went to a specialty store and bought one with a proper invoice.
That's exactly what I was worried about, but I never expected that Makika would actually make her successful.
"Where did you get the money to buy such an expensive pen?"
Not only did Makika look down on her, but even the other classmates had some doubts.
Look, after Makika apologized, Keiko Yamamoto asked the question that everyone was curious about.
How could a poor student like her, who only works part-time in the cafeteria, afford such a nice pen?
You can't just say you're going to work again, can you? Even if you work to earn money, you still can't afford such an expensive pen!
She gave a wry smile: "If I had a family and parents, you wouldn't be questioning me here, would you?"
These words startled the entire class, who then unconsciously stepped back in embarrassment.
"Although it is ultimately my private matter, if I don't explain it clearly today, you will still think that my money came from an illegitimate source, right?"
Even the teacher couldn't stand it anymore. "Jinghe, don't misunderstand. Everyone's just curious. If you don't want to talk about it..."
“I don’t want to talk about it, but you won’t give me the chance. You say that, but if I don’t make things clear today, you will still point the finger at me the first time something similar happens in the future, just because I have no one to rely on. Every penny I spend has to be earned by myself.”
She swept her gaze across everyone's faces indifferently. "I've taken on a translation job and I'm also mentoring two students. If you need, I can have their parents come over to vouch for me."
"No, no need, Ito. You don't need to do this. We're just curious. Your English is so good; making money from this is perfectly reasonable."
Everyone dispersed awkwardly, knowing full well that tutoring fees were high, especially for English, where being good at it was a real skill.
If this skill isn't used properly, it would be a huge loss.
This was an extra part-time job she found for herself after the space ratio was 2:1, and she used all her limited time to make money.
Use the free time to sleep and catch up on any gaps in your studies.
During my time at school, I neither neglected my studies nor my part-time job at the cafeteria.
Now, she has a visible income of about 100,000 yuan per month.
It's just buying a pen, who would dare to question it now?
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