you look a little handsome

Chapter 292

The flea market starts early after the bell rings for the penultimate period.

Luo Weiwei was injured, so she didn't have any work in the later stage, she just sat in a corner and watched her classmates come and go. Although she was happy and leisurely, it was also a bit boring.

She leaned back on the chair and greeted Lin Tianyuan who was free.

"What's the matter, Sister Wei." Ever since Lin Tianyuan called Luo Weiwei "same table" once and was beaten up, he only dared to call "Sister Wei" after Song Ningyuan, even though he was a few months older than Luo Weiwei.

Luo Weiwei looked around and asked, "Why didn't I see Fan Yihang? What about the others?"

Lin Tianyuan slapped his head and said, "Oh! I almost forgot. He can't explain it. Let me sell books for him."

"What book?" Luo Weiwei asked.

Lin Tianyuan lifted his chin to a certain corner and said, "Here, it's all there."

Selling books is one of the students' favorite things to sell, but it is also the lowest-selling.

Luo Weiwei hopped over on one foot and squatted on the ground to watch.

There are seven books in total, and the top one is an anthology. Luo Weiwei opened it and found that it was not an anthology she understood.It's full of event material, sorted by time, even BC.

Luo Weiwei flipped through a few pages, and realized where the almost non-repetitive stories or allusions quoted in Fan Yihang's composition came from.

She held the book in her hands and continued to read.

When he saw the title of the book, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"On the Electrodynamics of Moving Bodies, my God, which fool brought this book for sale? Just by looking at the first word, I know no one will buy it." Lou Meitong, who was walking by, exclaimed.

She said it was true that the best-selling categories were short romance stories and some entertainment magazines.

Luo Weiwei thought it was funny, cleared her throat after a while and said, "Any fool."

Lou Meitong didn't respond, and asked, "Who?"

Luo Weiwei had no choice but to repeat: "Fan Yihang."

Lou Meitong was silent for a moment, and said: "You said that, it is indeed something he can do. But has he read these books himself?"

As Lou Meitong spoke, she opened one of the pages, and found that there were several horizontal lines drawn on it, and there were notes beside it. Not only did she read it, but she also read it very carefully.

"It's impossible." Lou Meitong flipped to the next book in disbelief, which was "The Economic Revolution of Anti-monopoly Law" about economics.

She flipped through a page at random, only to find that there were still traces of reading it.

Then there is the following "Maslow's Humanity Management Classic", "The Soul of the New Machine"...

Turning to the last "The Autobiography of Jack Welch", Lou Meitong swallowed hard, put down the book and said, "I suspect that Fan Yihang may be an old man."

She felt that only highly educated old people would read this kind of book so seriously.

Luo Weiwei couldn't help laughing.

"I knew he had the same reaction when he read this kind of book for the first time, but I thought he was just pretending until later...you understand." Luo Weiwei held the first composition anthology, called Lin Tianyuan over, and asked: " How much did he sell this book for?"

Lin Tianyuan moved his lips and announced a number: "Twenty."

Luo Weiwei stared: "How much?"

"twenty."

Lou Meitong next to him was delighted: "I'm afraid Fan Yihang's family is too rich, and he doesn't know the consumption level of ordinary people. Twenty... can go to the next class and buy the whole basket of magazines."

Luo Weiwei gave her a protective look, and Lou Meitong immediately shrugged her shoulders: "Okay, okay, don't speak ill of him, his book is worth the price. If those girls know that he has flipped through and written notes on these books, they probably have to grab them wanted."

He does not mean that.

Luo Weiwei thought to herself, that's right, everything about Yihang can't be left in the hands of other women!

She immediately said: "Lin Tianyuan, I want all these books. There are a total of one hundred and twelve, right?"

Lin Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Brother Hang said, if someone wants them all, he can sell them for one hundred."

"Okay." Luo Weiwei took out a 100 yuan card from her pocket without hesitation.

Lou Meitong next to him was stunned: "Weiwei, aren't you? Don't you still owe the restaurant owner 6000 yuan?"

Luo Weiwei spread her hands: "Is it the one hundred that I lack? What I lack is the remaining five thousand and nine."

Lou Meitong stretched out her thumb: "If your generosity can't catch up with Fan Yihang, I'll take your surname!"

The two had fun.

Meng Xinyi yelled to this side: "Stop making trouble, you guys, come and help me. I can't count the money."

Lou Meitong hurried over.

Luo Weiwei had bad legs and feet, but she didn't need to use her feet to settle accounts, so she limped over to help.

"Two pieces of fried tofu, two pieces of four skewers of kelp, two pieces of meatballs..." Luo Weiwei snapped her fingers, and a person next to her asked to pass the stick. She had just handed it over and forgot how much it was just now, so she had to start all over again. come again.

Looking at Meng Xinyi and Lou Meitong, they couldn't figure it out too clearly, it can be said that they were in a mess.

"Isn't it nine dollars? Why give me three dollars?"

"Hey, classmate, you haven't given me change yet."

"..."

There are many such situations, and there are more people blocking the stalls, not because the business is good, but because all the food has been eaten, and the money has not been settled yet.

Lou Meitong's eyes lit up when she saw Yu Hongwei, the math class representative who was wandering here to watch the excitement, and shouted, "Yu Hongwei, come and help me. You are good at math, help us to settle the score."

Yu Hongwei didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he didn't hear, he walked away.

Lou Meitong immediately frowned and shouted at Yu Hongwei's back: "Hey, why are you like this? Even if you refuse, just say a word."

Yu Hongwei stopped and turned around, uttering a word expressionlessly: "Squeak."

Lou Meitong was so angry that she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Xinyi comforted: "Don't be as knowledgeable as him, isn't he just like that? Last time, it seemed that Qianqian or someone came to ask him a question, but he didn't bother him. Later, Qianqian went to find Fan Yi Yu Hongwei is more realistic than the navigation problem. I really don’t know how the brain structure grows, it’s completely weird.”

Mentioning Fan Yihang, Lou Meitong suddenly had an idea in her heart, she elbowed Luo Weiwei's arm, and said, "Sister, sister, can you help me?"

Luo Weiwei's back felt cold: "What's the matter?"

Lou Meitong grinned: "You called Fan Yihang to come and help us settle the score?"

Fan Yihang's mathematics is a few streets better than Yu Hongwei's, and his calculations must be awesome, and it is also a living sign.With his "platform", wouldn't those girls swarm over from the barbecue stand?
Lou Meitong's wishful thinking ping-pong sounded, and Luo Weiwei shrugged her shoulders to remind: "Sister, I'm afraid you forgot, I haven't reached a positive result with him yet."

"Oh, one day at the same table, one hundred days of kindness. Anyway, he is bored in the classroom, why don't you try it?" Lou Meitong winked at her.

"That's right, Weiwei, if we continue like this, we will die indiscriminately. I don't know how many miscalculations were made just now." Meng Xinyi said.

So, Luo Weiwei was driven back to the classroom like a duck on a shelf.

(End of this chapter)