The host is broken

Chapter 74 School Bullying (5)

Su Shumo looked at her deeply, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, turned around and backed away.

When I returned to the classroom, I lowered my head, and the blood on my palm had healed.

She was sitting on the seat, thinking about something in her mind, when a basketball whizzed towards, bang, knocked down the trash can next to it, and the fruit peel and confetti in it scattered out, with a strong stench.

"Oops, sorry."

A handsome boy shrugged innocently and smiled.

I said I was sorry, but I didn't see an apology at all.

Su Shu took a glance from the corner of her eye, but ignored it.

This method is really naive!

Seeing this, the boy curled his lips, bored, went to pick up the basketball and returned to his seat.

Soon, the bell rang, English class.

As soon as the English teacher entered the classroom, she smelled a pungent sour smell. Covering her nose, she said in disgust:
"What happened to your classroom, why is it so smelly!"

A girl raised her hand and pointed at Su Shumo: "Teacher, it was Su Shumo who knocked down the trash can."

Upon hearing this, the English teacher was indiscriminate, and angrily reprimanded:

"Su Shumo, hurry up and clean up the trash!"

Sighing, Su Shumo got up as she said, cleaned up obediently, and then went back to sleep.

【My lord, are you so obedient this time? ] Mieshi was a little confused.

Shouldn't you just roll up your sleeves?
"Didn't sleep well, too lazy to toss."

Mentioning this gave Su Shumo a headache.

The original owner's family was poor, and there was only a cold wooden bed in the house, which caused her to sleep badly at night. How could she have the energy to save these stupid people.

Mieshi [... adults always have reasons to be lazy and sabotage. 】

But the only answer to him was a light snore.

The day was spent leisurely, and when I got home, Yang Liu had already prepared a simple meal, and Su's father also came home from get off work.

Seeing Su Shumo come back, the two of them had gentle smiles on their faces:

"Mo'er, how are you at school today?"

Su Shumo nodded: "Well, it's good."

Hearing the words, the two glanced at each other with slight doubts in their eyes.

After eating, Su Shumo turned on the phone and kept moving it. Her black eyes were brightly illuminated by the light from the screen.

Yes, the stocks bought a few days ago have doubled several times as she continued to buy and sell, and the amount in the bank account is also constantly accumulating and superimposing. It is not enough to deal with the Lan family, but buying a Wenruan Comfortable big bed, more than enough.

Alas, it's all about the cream and the big bed!

"Mom, I've ordered two beds, remember to pick them up tomorrow."

Su Shumo said while controlling the phone.

Yang Liu was surprised: "Mo'er, where did you get the money?"

The family is poor, and Su Shumo doesn't have any pocket money on weekdays. A bed costs at least 1000 yuan. Where did she get the money.

Hearing this, Su Shumo paused her fingers, pondered for a while with a solemn expression, but did not expect a reasonable explanation:
"Stock speculation."

"Ah? Mo'er, when did you learn to trade in stocks? It's very complicated. Don't be fooled..."

When Dad Su heard it, he was shocked and a little scared.

After all, suicides happen from time to time because of failed stocks.

"It's okay, it's very simple."

Su Shumo comforted her lightly.

Stock trading is really not complicated, as long as you are not greedy and know how to be satisfied.

She paused, then said:
"Dad, Mom, what is complicated is actually the human heart."

Father Su, Yang Liu: "..."

Uh, why do I feel that my daughter's words are so connotative and difficult to understand!

　Little angels, it’s the new year, and I wish you all red envelopes. In the new year, everything goes well with pigs, everything goes well, and it becomes more and more beautiful~`O`~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)