Supreme High School Students: Bad Seniors

Chapter 107 Murong Xiuxian, is that you? 【twenty three】

Guoguo searched hard for several minutes, and found 20 soda cans in this trash can.

Put 20 soda cans into the sack, drag the sack, turn around and walk to the next trash can.

Guoguo must save enough 150 yuan in two days to give it to the physical education teacher to order sportswear. If not, Guoguo will be the only one in the class without sportswear in the physical education class.

Guoguo knew that if she didn't have a sports uniform, she would be laughed at by her classmates.

It was a long way from the second person's trash can. Guoguo walked for about 5 minutes before reaching the second trash can. She stuck her head into the trash can and rummaged through it with her bare hands.

Inside the stinking trash can, Guoguo pinched her nose with her left index finger and thumb, and rummaged through soda cans with her right hand.

Even though there were still two days to go, Guoguo didn't give up even though he didn't have 70 yuan on him.

After rummaging through the second trash can, Guoguo also found 15 soda cans, put the 15 soda cans on the ground into the sack, and dragged the sack to the third trash can.

After walking for about 2 minutes, Guoguo had already seen the outline of the third trash can on the flower bed path ahead.

Dragging the sack happily, he walked limping.

Those cold eyes on the roof never moved away from the thin figure.

Watching her rummaging through trash cans, watching her put soda cans into old sacks, watching her find trash cans one after another, watching her fall down on the flower bed path.

The cans and beverage bottles in the sack almost spilled out the moment Guoguo fell.

It wasn't until he realized that the thin figure was lying on the flowerbed alley and hadn't stood up for a long time, that pair of cold and sharp eyes flashed a trace of panic: "Stinky girl, you must have passed out!"

Murong Xiuxian quickly turned around, rushed into the stairwell and ran down the stairs.

In the quiet and dark campus, with the hot wind blowing, Guoguo was like a dead sparrow, lying quietly on the garden path, motionless.

Not long after, a young man with short flaxen hair, wearing a blue suit and a grim face hurried over, picked up the man who was lying on the ground, his face was pale and transparent under the moonlight, and ran to the parking lot in a panic .

(End of this chapter)