Xia Shuo swagger

Chapter 32 I have a friend

8.27 sunny

Breakfast is camellia. I tried adding spicy food, but it still didn't work.

But it's not a big problem, Zhai Shuo compensated me a bowl on the spot.

The No. [-] warehouse on Zhaza Street was full, and Sister Huanxi rented a small warehouse next door.

Lunch is bean curd rice, and dinner is served with a bowl of pickled pork with preserved vegetables——the Huaijiang side is called Shaobai.

There is a crispy chicken next to the recycle bin. I heard that it tastes very good. I eat it for the school celebration feast.

8.28 Yin

The fritters are cut into small pieces, soaking in soy milk is so delicious!
Today I received a few batches of freshmen in Master House, but no one saw that I was also a freshman.

In the evening, the new card pool was full of luck, with 3 SSRs in ten consecutive rounds, and someone promised to provide him with three meals in the next few days.

Well, the ordering secrets of Zhazha Noodle Restaurant:

Shredded pork with sauerkraut is paired with rice noodles, and the pea miscellaneous sauce must choose sliced ​​noodles.

8.29 sunny with rain
Huaijiang is so magical, there is sunshine even though it is raining lightly.

Zhai Shuo brought two boxes of white cakes in the morning, which were cold and sweet, and only eight yuan.

The seniors said that the gift packs for new students are separated from the retailing of used books, and the gift packs for new students are collected at the entrepreneurial base.

After moving for a whole day, I feel that my waist is about to loosen. I don't know where the perverted dead house can get so much physical strength.

Today's lunch is omurice, and tonight is...

"—Uh, white cake?"

Xia Zhaoyao glanced at the white cake box next to the pillow.

Grab the last piece and stuff it into your mouth, quickly write the last few words and close the diary.

I'm really busy today, moving old books all day from morning till night.

Although there are uncles and aunts at the recycling station to help, they still have to do the sorting work by themselves.

"Diary finished? I guess—"

Zhao Huanxi looked at Xia Zhaoyao who had climbed down from the upper bunk, and joked with a smile.

"Did you mention a certain otaku today? The love diary of a young girl must be hidden."

"Thinking too much—"

Xia Zhaoyao rolled his eyes at Zhao Huanxi, whose face was full of gossip.

With this period of getting along, she has long learned to ignore this single love brain.

Besides, she and Qin Shuo are both innocent and have a clear conscience, so naturally they are not afraid of these two people making fun of each other.

Of course, Tang Qingying and Zhao Huanxi can also see this... The four of them are together on weekdays, and they can tell if they are in love or not.

Xia Zhaoyao dexterously jumped down the stairs, raised his hand and put the diary into the pillow and pushed it hard.

"And the contents of the three meals I almost wrote in my diary, the stinky otaku can't eat—"

"Who says no, there are too many ways for men to eat."

While playing with the Switch, Tang Qingying added to the topic wholeheartedly.

"Besides—how do you know it smells bad if you haven't tasted it? What if it's fishy?"

"Sister Tang?! Don't forget that you are the student secretary!"

Now that it's two-on-one, Xia Zhaoyao suddenly feels overwhelmed.

Well, that's pretty much the nightly repertoire of room 803: driving, and flirting with newcomers.

But fortunately, Zhao Huanxi, who is in charge, can still control the field compared to some unscrupulous student secretary.

"Okay, okay...be serious..."

Zhao Huanxi coughed lightly, and glared at Tang Qingying who was playing a game.

"Tangtang, lady! You are so careful that you are still single until graduation."

"...I have at least two more years to work on."

Tang Qingying seemed to have been stabbed by something, and quickly fought back without showing any weakness.

"Some people, how to say that sentence, there is not much time left for Zhao Huanxi to fall in love..."

"Heh, this year I will let you know what it means to be easy to catch."

Zhao Huanxi replied dryly.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

She ignored Tang Qingying who was hissing, and turned to look at Xia Zhaoyao.

"I also talked to Qin Shuo on WeChat just now—"

"From tomorrow onwards, you and Qin Shuo will temporarily ignore the matters of old books and Huan Tang Wan Shi Wu."

"Eh?"

"School is about to start - let's get some snacks, snacks."

Tang Qingying put down the game console, and spoke before Xia Zhaoyao asked.

"The registration time for new students starts tomorrow and lasts for three days. You should get your affairs done before you come to help."

"Half a day is enough, isn't it just paying fees and recording names, and I'm still waiting to earn enough for subsequent living expenses—"

Xia Zhaoyao said nonchalantly, and raised the phone in his hand.

"And... don't we have bigger plans?"

The pre-sales in the past few days, plus the scattered old books, the principal of Wanshiwu has been fully recovered.

Although most of the orders have to be paid after the school starts to "pick up the goods", some of them are directly transferred or purchased at the school in advance.

Including Xia Zhaoyao's previous savings in WeChat wallet, tuition, accommodation and so on, it must be more than enough.

However, this does not mean that Huantang Wanshiwu's capital chain is very abundant.

The old book market around Huaijiang University is too big.

Even if the capital cycle is started now, the old books that the recycling bins continue to eat are still costing money.

More importantly, Huaijiang University is not the only university around Huaijiang Mountain.

The recyclers who had tasted the sweetness began to look around, and the old books received by the surrounding universities were also pulled over by small carts.

And the field of vision of Huantang Wanshiwu has also become wider.

For example...

An old book center in the Huaijiang University Town area?
"Don't think so far, those are all later things—"

Zhao Huanxi quickly waved his hand, waving away the distant imagination that Xia Zhaoyao hadn't yet emerged.

"Half a day? Then you may think a little simple--"

"Pay the tuition, get a dormitory, and then you have to rearrange the dormitory."

Zhao Huanxi counted each item with his fingers, while pointing at the scattered little things around Xia Zhaoyao's nest.

"You have to start packing tonight. After the dormitory is divided, we will help you move in the evening."

"Then there is class division, and the counselor and class teacher will notify the class meeting."

"...Well, there is also the Latino. What if you are pulled?"

"Eh?"

"Temporary class committee, class assistant or counselor will assign."

Tang Qingying quickly added, she stood up and stretched her sore wrists.

"What about the opening ceremony, class dinner, and this group, that activity..."

"The school specially gives freshmen a three-day registration period and three days of free activity time... It's not for you to sleep in the dormitory."

As if recalling some bad experience, she looked at Xia Zhaoyao with a dazed expression, and said solemnly.

"The most important thing is, if you are not selected as a class committee..."

"Then you have to find friends quickly, or find a way to get into a small group!"

Tang Qingying pressed her hands on Xia Zhaoyao's shoulders, and said in a very sad and dignified tone.

"I have a friend. She just missed the best time because of the start of school, so that she didn't have a place in the men in the follow-up class."

"Uh……"

Xia Zhaoyao glanced at Tang Qingying strangely.

"Sister Tangtang, the friend you mentioned, could it be..."

boom.

Bang, bang, bang.

Before she finished speaking, there was a series of sudden knocking sounds outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the dormitory door was pushed open.

Four or five girls wearing armbands poured into the dormitory.

"Ministry of Science and Industry, make a surprise dorm search!"

(End of this chapter)