When Li Ye looked at the letter with a gloomy face, Wen Leyu, who was at the same table, inadvertently glanced at him.

However, given Wen Leyu's good upbringing, she never really peeked at the contents on the letter paper.

But Li Ye was filled with anger and writing quickly on the back of the letter paper made Wen Leyu very curious.

What did Lu Jingyao write to Li Ye that made this kind boy so angry?

In the end, the little spy finally couldn't help but stretched his neck quietly and slowly came over like a kitten catching a mouse.

But at this time Li Ye had finished writing, folded the letter paper, and turned his head and just met Wen Leyu.

Wen Leyu froze for a moment, retracted his neck with a "swoosh", sat straight, and the pen in his hand quickly wrote and stroked, looking like a good boy who was serious about studying every day.

This little beauty is interesting.

Li Ye's unhappiness was instantly eliminated.

He held his cheek with one hand and supported his elbows on the desk. He looked at Wen Leyu who was carefully writing, with his eyes pure and peaceful, as if he was enjoying a beautiful and vivid painting.

Wen Leyu seemed to have not noticed it, and the pen in his hand kept stopping, but a faint blush gradually appeared on her cheeks, adding vitality to her excessive white skin.

"What are you writing?"

Li Ye did not continue to watch, and the girl was embarrassed. She quickly spoke up to resolve the embarrassment, which was the considerate way of communication.

Wen Leyu breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the homework book in his hand to Li Ye, and then wrote a paragraph on the note.

"I have asked some questions for you to do. If you don't understand, please ask me."

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's homework book, looked at several pages of dense English test questions, and asked: "Why should I ask me to do these questions? Is it what Teacher Ke meant?"

Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, quickly took the note, and wanted to write down what he said to Li Ye on it.

Li Ye couldn't help but whisper: "Although your handwriting is really good, can you talk to me?"

Wen Leyu was stunned again, but this time she was stunned for a few seconds before whispering: "Aren't you going to take the Beijing Tsinghua University exam? I think you can help you."

In fact, Wen Leyu's voice sounds very nice, but I don't know what she has experienced over the years, so she became a "little mute".

When she said that Li Ye was "going to the capital for the exam", she obviously changed her words urgently. She probably wanted to ask Lu Jingyao to go to the capital for the exam.

Li Ye laughed and nodded, "Thank you, I accept your help, but you must also accept my help."

Wen Leyu blinked and said, "What kind of help?"

Li Ye took out his homework book and started to write math problems on it.

"I'll give you a paper, and you can ask me if you don't know."

Wen Leyu was a little curious, and before he knew it, he poked out his swan-like neck again, looked at the pen in Li Ye's hand, and quickly wrote a series of test questions.

At the beginning, she was very confident because she could read the questions Li Ye asked.

But when Li Ye wrote the third piece of paper, she became serious.

Because of these questions, she has never seen them.

"Do you do all these questions?"

"certainly!"

"Then how many points do you score in the college entrance examination this year?"

“…………”

Li Ye stopped writing, looked at Wen Leyu with a curious look, and said helplessly: "Can we not ask such a question?"

Wen Leyu first looked at Li Ye in a daze, then his eyes fluttered and nodded heavily.

It seemed as if Li Ye had seen the cat he had raised in his previous life again.

Stupid and cute, but actually smart.

....

"Jingyao, you are so smart. That day, Senior Brother Qian Shun just mentioned you, and your poems were actually published?"

"Yes! The talent of junior sister Jingyao is something I have never seen. Our Qingya Literature Society will rely on you to carry forward it in the future."

In an activity room at the Beijing Foreign Languages ​​College, Lu Jingyao was surrounded by a group of seniors in the center, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.

When she was in Qingshui County, she liked to discuss poetry and literature with Xia Yue and the others. When she was choosing a club in college, she naturally joined this literary club called "Qingya".

After several months of familiarity, Lu Jingyao plucked up the courage to submit a manuscript to the school magazine of the Foreign Languages ​​College, but she did not expect it to be published.

Then an embarrassing scene happened, and several seniors from the clubs praised her for not having money.

Especially the eyes of several of them seemed to eat her, and her enthusiastic and excessive attitude made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Ahem, today's publication of the work of Jingyao's junior sister is a major event in our Qingya Literature Club, so I suggest that everyone go out for a dinner, okay?"

"good!"

"When it should be!"

"Let's go, have a good night of wine tonight, don't go home until you get drunk!"

The people from the club went out for dinner happily, which helped Lu Jingyao get rid of the dilemma of "eating flattery until she vomited".

But then she began to worry again.

It costs money to have dinner together. The last time the Qingya Literature Club dinner party was more than two yuan per person, which was more than one-tenth of her monthly student aid subsidy.

Because I had to save money and send it home, Lu Jingyao took away steamed buns and pickles in the week after the dinner.

Although the school magazine published her poems today, with a manuscript fee of 50 cents, Lu Jingyao originally wanted to raise ten yuan to send it home to subsidize her family. If she had a dinner together again, she would not have raised enough 10 yuan.

"Jing Yao is about to leave, what are you thinking?"

He Xue, who is also a member of the literary club, held Lu Jingyao's arm and dragged her to catch up with others.

Lu Jingyao then woke up and said, "Oh, I didn't think about anything, I'm leaving."

He Xue said excitedly as she walked: "I finally had someone to treat her today, so I want to rub it hard, braised pork, braised elbow, sweet and sour fish."

Lu Jingyao felt lighter and even her steps became lighter: "Is that so? Who treats you today?"

He Xue turned his head strangely to look at Lu Jingyao and said, "Of course it's you! You won't recognize people if you earn royalties, right? The tradition of our literary club is to treat anyone who earns royalties!"

""

Lu Jingyao's steps sank, and she felt her legs suddenly become heavy as if they were lead.

[I treat it? It turned out to be a treat. When did I say I want to treat it? What does the tradition of the literary club have to do with me?]

[Braised pork, braised elbow, sweet and sour fish dish at least 40 cents, or 80 cents, or 90 cents. As for the appetite of the people in the literary club, showing off three dishes by one person is like playing.]

[This is not to mention drinking. These people drink alcohol hard. A bottle of liquor is 300 cents cheaper and several more yuan. How many bottles do you want to drink if you don’t get drunk?]

[What's even darker is beer, one bottle of two cents, and several bottles don't care about it...]

It took Lu Jingyao less than a second to calculate that the cost of this dinner today would cost at least 30 yuan.

She regretted it, she regretted why she joined this Qingya community, and why she published poetry in the school magazine.

Thirty yuan! My monthly subsidy is only 22.5 yuan. Every month I have to calculate and pick out some of it and send it home to redeem the bicycle for my brother.

Now Lu Jingyao can’t even get it for twenty yuan, let alone thirty yuan.

"Hey, Jingyao, what's wrong with you? Why are you so ugly? You don't feel sorry for money, right?"

"Ah? No, I was a little cold when the wind just now."

Lu Jingyao lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, and walked forward, feeling very confused and entangled.

She was reluctant to let it go, but she was afraid of laughing at her.

But if you go, where can you have money to pay?

Lu Jingyao felt that she suddenly returned to more than a year ago.

The house leaked at home became more and more serious, and my mother's cough became more and more severe, but the family couldn't afford the extra dollar.

Then, a boy broke into his life, poked a hole in the hazy sky, and sprinkled bright sunshine.

And today, where is my sunshine?
Chapter completed!