I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 32 Six-figure street stalls (32)

At this time, Sang Yu also moved his eyes away from the book, and raised his head to glance at Duan Jiamu lightly.

Duan Jiamu looked behind her heavy spectacle frames, her bright and clear eyes, which were somewhat hollow and lifeless.

Duan Jiamu pursed his lips, then moved his legs towards his position, and tucked them under his desk.

He coughed lightly and said, "I'm sorry."

Sang Yu then slowly turned her gaze back to the comic book and continued to read it.

After Duan Jiamu put his legs down, he took a look at the sweater Sang Yu was wearing.

On the cuff above her right arm, Duan Jiamu saw a logo embroidered with cotton thread.
【syangu】

The logo and sweater are the same color, and the embroidery is very small, so you can't see it unless you look carefully.

This brand of sweater was designed by a designer [syangu] he particularly likes.

Syangu is very mysterious. Although he has won numerous designer awards internationally, he has never appeared on any social media.

No one even knew whether he was a man or a woman.

So everyone is very curious, who is this boss.

He only designs ten sweaters a year, which can only be purchased by pre-ordering months in advance.

The texture of Sang Yu's clothes does not look like a counterfeit.

Duan Jiamu took another look at the logo on the right arm of his clothes, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

Then he raised his eyebrows again, and said in a drawn-out tone to Sang Yu: "Student Sang Yu, your clothes look good, where did you buy them?"

Sang Yu raised her head slowly, and glanced at Duan Jiamu lightly.

Her clear face was calm and unruffled.

Wen Wen softly spit out two words: "Street stall."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

system:【……? 】

Sang Yuda actually said that he designed it himself, and that the six-figure sweater was bought from a street stall.

Da Da is worthy of being Da Da, how much money is nothing in her eyes.

After Sang Yu said these two words, she turned her gaze back to the book.

Duan Jiamu casually threw the book into the desk, then put the sweater hat on his head, and turned on his sleep mode again.

Sang Yu felt that as the number two man of ten thousand years, Duan Jiamu went to bed when he had nothing to do, which he did very well.

Duan Jiamu slept in his sleep, read his own books, listened to his own music, and watched his own plays.

The two of them don't bother each other, which is so good.

One class passed so happily.

It's lunch time at [-]:[-] noon.

The canteen of Jiangcheng University is divided into upper and lower floors, and the food grades are also divided into upper, middle and lower levels.

The top floor is a restaurant specially set up for those students with good family conditions. In the restaurant, flowers are placed on every seat all the year round, and a band is invited to play music every day. The basic consumption is more than [-] yuan per meal .

The consumption on the second floor in the middle is slightly lower than that on the top floor, but it costs about 400 yuan to eat a meal.

The bottom layer is the basic consumption level of poor college students.

To enter and exit the exclusive restaurant on the top, you need to provide a VIP gold card. The second floor is not so strict, but you still need to show the VIP card you applied for to enter.

The level of consumption is different, the taste is naturally different, and the flow of people is also different.

The uppermost level has the least number of students, the middle level is next, and the bottom level has the most students.

Sang Yu usually goes to the restaurant on the bottom floor to eat alone, and today is no exception.

As soon as she walked out of the classroom, Gu Xixia followed.

(End of this chapter)