The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Hey!"

"Here it is! Here it is!"

A milk tea shop in town.

As soon as the glass door was pushed open, the little bell hanging at the door jingled once.

As soon as Yan Cong and Lao Zhong entered, they saw three girls sitting in a booth near the door.

The one who called out was the girl with the wine-red hair.

She raised her hand and waved enthusiastically.

Yan Cong's gaze swept over her.

Finally, he couldn't resist and lingered on Liang Rumeng's face for a moment.

The girl, who had been looking down with her fingers pinching the straw, only looked up when she heard the noise.

The moment their eyes met.

She seemed to have been burned, and subconsciously raised her hand to brush the hair behind her ear, turning her face away, even the tips of her ears turned a little red.

Yan Cong's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Available in the next second.

He remembered the cigarette from yesterday morning.

Thinking about the money I've spent in the past two days.

The expression on the boy's face quickly faded.

"Where's your phone?"

Yan Cong walked up to her, his voice very calm.

After he finished speaking, he extended his hand.

"Oh!"

Liang Rumeng quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out the black-screened phone.

She seemed to have reverted to the shy girl she was the night before last, handing over the phone with both hands.

"Here."

Outside the video.

Many viewers, who had been on edge just moments before, began to waver again upon seeing this.

"Something's not right with this girl!"

"She was clearly flustered when she looked at Old Master Yan!"

"Don't panic! Observe first! We can't be careless with this 'young lady' situation!"

"Old Master Yan, hold on!"

In the video.

"Um."

Yan Cong took the phone and pressed the power button twice, but the screen did not respond.

He put his phone in his pocket, and just as he was about to turn around, he paused.

"I'll bring it to you once it's fixed."

At this point, he turned to look at Old Zhong and tossed him the keys to the house in town.

"Old Zhong, please take them to my house and have a seat later."

Old Zhong reached out and took the keys, raising an eyebrow.

"OK."

The burgundy girl immediately smiled.

She was about to get up when she suddenly looked embarrassed.

Oh, right!

"Omega!"

She pushed the receipt on the table forward.

"Could you pay for the bubble tea?"

Yan Cong stopped in his tracks.

Liang Rumeng's expression changed immediately.

"Peng Yiran!"

She frowned and glared at him fiercely.

"They didn't even drink it, and you're making him pay!"

Peng Yiran pursed his lips.

"So he's out working now..."

"Shut up!"

Liang Rumeng's voice suddenly rose.

Peng Yiran was stunned.

Old Wang was also stunned.

They had known Liang Rumeng for so long, and this was the first time they had ever seen her get angry over a boy.

"Ta-da..."

Liang Rumeng ran out of the booth and caught up with Yan Cong in a few steps.

Yan Cong's expression had already turned somewhat unpleasant.

She stood beside him, her fingers clutching the hem of her shirt, her voice lowered.

"I'll pay this money."

"Don't get angry with them."

As she spoke, she reached for her phone.

But she froze halfway through reaching out her hand.

The phone was still in Yan Cong's pocket; her own phone was broken.

Liang Rumeng's face flushed red, her fingers clasped together, and she lowered her head.

"That...that one."

"Could you give me this for now?"

"I'll definitely return it to you later!"

She raised her head again, her eyes red, staring at Yan Cong.

"real!"

Yan Cong looked into her clear eyes.

He was so clean that he didn't seem like someone who would lie, or rather, he was willing to be lied to.

He gritted his teeth.

In the end, he simply gave a faint "hmm," turned around, and scanned the QR code.

A notification sound indicating successful payment was heard.

Yan Cong, holding his phone, left the milk tea shop without looking back.

Liang Rumeng stood still.

The bell on the glass door rang again.

She watched Yan Cong disappear outside the door, her lips moved, but she didn't call out.

Her eyes slowly reddened.

"Wow!"

Peng Yiran's voice rang in her ears.

"Wow! Xiaomeng, when did you learn this move? That's advanced!"

Liang Rumeng suddenly turned around.

Her eyes were red as she stared at Peng Yiran.

"I told you!"

"Shut up!"

After saying that, she did not return to her original booth.

She walked to an empty seat next to her, leaned on the table, buried her face in her arms, and began to sob softly.

Peng Yiran and Lao Wang exchanged a glance.

Both of them looked completely bewildered.

"What's wrong with her?"

"You're not happy even if someone buys you bubble tea?"

Old Wang was also dumbfounded.

"That won't work, will it?"

"She loves money more than anything."

"She used to accept money from all her ex-boyfriends without hesitation, didn't she?"

Peng Yiran touched his chin.

"hiss……"

"That's really strange!"

Doorway.

Old Zhong held the keys, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Peng Yiran, Old Wang, and Liang Rumeng.

Those two don't need to be looked at.

A quirky young woman and a scumbag.

As for the one crying while lying down...

Old Zhong's brows slowly furrowed.

This reaction is wrong.

Could it be that little white flowers really did grow in the mud?

hiss.

Did they really let that brat Yan Cong eat well?!

Holy crap!

Not long after.

The squinty-eyed man and the floral shirt have also arrived.

When the two entered, they were completely bewildered to see Liang Rumeng crying on the booth next to them.

The man in the floral shirt looked completely bewildered.

"Hey, Mr. Zhong, what's going on?"

"Why are you crying?"

He squinted and leaned close to Lao Zhong's ear, lowering his voice.

"Have you broken up?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Liang Rumeng.

I can't even be bothered to hide my feelings.

Old Zhong's face immediately darkened.

"What's there to divide!"

He rolled his eyes at him.

"That's just the young couple having a tantrum!"

"One must not covet one's brother's wife."

"Don't you dare get any bad ideas!"

He squinted and gave an awkward laugh.

"That's why I asked you, have they broken up yet?"

Seeing this scene.

The viewers in the live stream were all in a bad mood.

"Oh no! There's a cow!"

"That squinty-eyed guy is blond!"

"Oh no, Old Master Yan, come back quickly! The house is about to be robbed!"

"Hang in there, Lao Zhong! Here's a big chicken leg for you!"

the other side.

Yan Cong was sitting in the mobile phone store, where the fan was whirring.

Behind the counter, the repairman was disassembling a machine with his head down, and a row of small screws were placed on the table.

Yan Cong sat on a plastic stool, holding the milk tea receipt in his hand.

He stared at it for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled.

"Oh……"

"One plays the bad cop, and the other plays the good cop."

"It really happened."

He crumpled the receipt into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket next to him.

"A few dozen yuan was just spent like that."

"Is this how old man gets treated?!"

After he finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair.

His face clearly showed his displeasure.

But the image of Liang Rumeng saying "really" with red eyes kept popping into my mind.

Yan Cong closed his eyes briefly and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"well……"

"Never mind, never mind."

"After tonight, we won't have any further contact anyway."

"It's fixed!"

The repairman handed over the phone with the screen replaced.

"Pay 100 yuan here!"

Yan Cong took it, checked it a few times, and after confirming that there was no problem, he still frowned with heartache.

"Another hundred..."

"Ouch, this hurts."