The window was closed when Chu Yu left, but now it's been opened, and it's raining on her books. What a coincidence!
The classroom suddenly fell silent. The short-haired girl who had been speaking hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Mao Xia.
Chu Yu walked up to Mao Xia and said expressionlessly, "Did you open the window?"
Mao Xia was stapled together the exam papers, laying them flat one by one after the exam. Nowadays, most exam papers are handwritten, and the paper is thin, so writing on it is easy for it to tear if it's not stapled together. She has always cherished her books, keeping each one as good as new.
Mao Xia glanced at her dismissively. When she first enrolled, she thought Chu Yu would be eager to get close to her. Zhou Fangchun also said that Chu Yu was unfamiliar with Deyang and didn't know anyone except for their family.
But Chu Yu not only didn't try to get close to her, she didn't even greet her, treating her like she was invisible, which Mao Xia found a bit ridiculous! Chu Yu was just a country bumpkin, her parents were divorced, and she even had to work as a self-employed street vendor to make a living. What right did someone like that have to put on airs with her!
Xu Yiyi had hinted to her that as long as Chu Yu was dealt with, a good position could be arranged for Mao Guangyu. Mao Xia knew that promotion was not an easy thing, but if she didn't work hard, why would the Dai family help the Mao family? In the end, she had to contribute to Xu Yiyi.
When Chu Yu first arrived, her classmates liked her very much, and even thought she was prettier than Mao Xia. Mao Xia wanted to give her a hard time and let her know that Deyang Middle School was not a rural middle school, and not a place for someone like her from the countryside.
"I opened it," Mao Xia didn't deny it, smiling gently. "The classroom was stuffy, so I wanted to open the window to let some air in. The window belongs to everyone, and anyone can open it if they want. If you didn't put your books away and they got wet in the rain, who can you blame?"
Chu Yu isn't the type to tolerate things. They've gone so far as to bully her? And they expect her to put up with it?
She curled her lips into a smile, then expressionlessly grabbed Mao Xia's exam paper and threw it out the window.
She moved so fast that Mao Xia didn't even have time to react. By the time she came to her senses, Chu Yu had already taken out her schoolbag and dumped it out of the window.
Books, stationery, and exam papers fell to the ground with a clatter.
The school has poor drainage, and it floods every summer during heavy rains. Students often have to roll up their trousers and wade through the dirty water to get out of the school. The area behind the teaching building is already flooded. Mao Xia's books are submerged in the water, but her test papers are scattered everywhere.
Outside, the rain was pouring down, and Mao Xia's exam paper was knocked off by the rain, the handwriting blurred and appearing as a blurry mess from a distance.
It was impossible to save these books. During the final review period, all the notes from the past three years were copied into the books. Who wouldn't protect their books like their life? But Mao Xia's books were soaked in water!
The students were stunned, clearly not expecting the new student to be so brave.
Tears welled up in Mao Xia's eyes as she gritted her teeth in anger: "Zhou Chuyu! What right did you have to throw my book at me!"
Chu Yu was too lazy to play along with her act. "You didn't put your book away properly, and I threw it out. Who can you blame? What, is your book so precious that other people's books are just junk and can be ruined at will? Let me tell you, Mao Xia, I'm already being lenient by not causing you trouble. If you dare to mess with me again, this is just an appetizer. There's something even worse waiting for you!"
Mao Xia comes from a wealthy family, likes to wear white dresses, is always unapproachable at school, speaks softly, and has never argued with anyone.
After being scolded by Chu Yu, Mao Xia was embarrassed and stared at Chu Yu helplessly with red eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Chu Yu didn't even look at her.
With no classmates standing up for her, Mao Xia could only bite her lip and run downstairs to retrieve her schoolbag.
She spent a full twenty minutes picking up all the stationery, test papers, and books in the pouring rain. Chu Yu sat in the classroom, glancing at her thin figure with a half-hearted expression.
The little girl picking up books in the pouring rain looks so pitiful.
I wish the rain were heavier.
When Chu Yu went back to the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop for dinner, Chu Xiang had already returned.
"You didn't get wet in the rain, did you?"
"No, sis, I saw it was going to rain, so I brought my clothes home in advance, and none of them got wet."
Since it was raining, Chu Yu thought he wouldn't be able to do business today. But then Fang Fang came to the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop and asked for two suits.
"Two suits sold so quickly?"
Fang Fang works at a textile factory with over a thousand employees. It is one of the largest factories in Deyang. The workers at the textile factory are experts, with a keen eye for clothing fabrics. They look down on ordinary clothes, but they took a liking to the suit that Fang Fang brought.
Imported fabrics are different from domestic fabrics. Not to mention the flower on the shoulder, even the white color of the fabric is different from the white color used in China.
This white is more stylish than ordinary white, and the female workers in the textile factory are good at picking out goods; they can spot the unusual color at a glance.
This quality of goods would sell for 70 or 80 yuan apiece elsewhere, but Fangfang sold them for only 40 yuan. The price was really not expensive. An older woman in Fangfang's factory bought one from her, and several girls in the same department also bought a few. There were still a few people watching and waiting, and they guessed that they would place an order soon.
Fang Fang never expected that money would be so easy to earn. At this rate, she could easily save enough for a suit.
Chu Yu was naturally pleased that she had sold two suits and gave her two freshly pressed suits.
"Please check if there are any problems."
Fang Fang carefully checked the money and gave it to Chu Yu.
“I just passed by the department store and saw several customers looking for your stall. They said they wanted to buy pleated skirts, and they were a little disappointed that you weren’t setting up a stall because of the rain. It would be great if you had a storefront, so they could go in and try on the clothes.”
Chu Yu was also considering this matter. Deng Fangping and Shu Hui needed a storefront to sell roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), but she, who sold women's clothing, didn't need one.
Clothes are different from other things. Clothes need to be tried on, ironed, and hung up for customers to choose from. Setting up a street stall is a bit restrictive. If it weren't for the fact that the bell-bottoms, pleated skirts, and suits she chose were all made of high-quality materials, it would be a pipe dream for a street vendor to become a millionaire!
Autumn clothes can be compromised, but high-end winter clothes cannot. Down jackets, cashmere coats, brocade cotton coats... which one is not delicate? It's better to iron them and display them in the store than to leave them outside in the wind and sun, or to let them be scratched and bumped.
Chu Yu had long planned to open the store, originally intending to wait until she had more money, but now she plans to bring it forward, at least until autumn when the store can be renovated.
Thank you, I'll consider it.
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