Villain's Strategy

15

Looking at the two glowing red banknotes in his hand, Wen Zhichu hastily stuffed them back, with panic on his face, "No...no..."

Jiang Yu wondered, "Not enough?"

He waved his hands in the air, "No...don't."

"If there is anything you can't ask for, you can take the money." He said with a gesture of fortification.

Wen Zhichu quickly hid back, "No...no..."

"Take it."

"You...take it back."

"Take it."

"No...don't, don't.

At this time, there are still more than seven months before the New Year, and this warm scene that can only be seen during the New Year is staged in advance at the gate of Class 11.

It's still early this year.

Jiang Yu frowned, "Why not."

Wen Zhichu lowered his head and tightly covered his school uniform pocket, "My mother... My mother said that you can't take things from strangers."

If you want it, you have to pay it back with something else.

Jiang Yu was surprised, "You don't know who I am?"

I saw the latter nodded.

"Then why did you send the love letter for Xiao Mian?"

Wen Zhichu corrected, "War...war book."

"..." Jiang Yu: "Okay, the letter of war."

Wen Zhichu glanced at him, "It's just...is it possible, you...you have a name on your cabinet."

Jiang Yu: ...

Seeing that the other party swore not to want the money, Jiang Yu said, "I have written down your favor, and you can come to me if you have any troubles in the future."

Wen Zhichu was taken aback for a moment, he sent a letter of challenge and a favor, and he was relieved to see that the other party left with the money.

[System: Why didn't you want the money just now? 】

Wen Zhichu was taken aback, "Huh?"

[System: Oh what, pie in the sky! 】

Wen Zhichu pursed her lips, "Do you think it's normal for such a lucky thing to happen to me?"

[System: Abnormal. 】

"Then do you still think you should?"

The Tmall Elf was at a loss for words for a while, [No...it shouldn't. 】

Wen Zhichu walked into the class and sat down. Before the chair was warmed up, he saw the penultimate student come over and pat his desk.

"sixteenth."

He corrected seriously, "Wen Zhichu."

"What do you call me?"

"Second to last..." Wen Zhichu was stunned after saying it, "Then...then you should call me sixteenth."

"..."

The penultimate one suddenly realized something, "You don't know my name yet, do you?"

The latter pursed his lips and nodded.

The penultimate one stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zhichu's neck, "Fuck, you are still not a friend."

Wen Zhichu looked at each other with a little surprise on his face, "We...are we friends?"