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Chapter 14 Who's Losing Money?

Zhou Zijin stepped out of the dormitory and let out a long sigh of relief, though he had been holding it in for so long: "Damn, no, she doesn't even have a foam mat! I've really learned something new today, there really are parents like this in the world... Wait, um, her?"

"Gongjin, you should eat something down-to-earth once in a while. That thing is usually called a sponge mat, not a foam mat." Lu Chi teased, "It's not that serious. When you two were just coming back to sleep, she said that you were just getting divorced. Old Yang didn't mention it much, just asked us to take care of you."

Zhou Zijin nodded and said sullenly, "That's why I had someone change the items just now, to get something that's good quality, inexpensive, and suitable for all ages, otherwise it wouldn't be appropriate."

"Fine, the expenses will be shared among the team, so you don't need to pay out of your own pocket."

"Indeed, it's not appropriate. I didn't think it through." Zhou Zijin said sternly, "Help me carry four thermos flasks."

"How many?? Don't you think before you say that?"

"Damn, I really can't lift it anymore!"

"Where's your usual strength?"

"Holy shit..."

"Wo Nen Die" (a type of pasta dish).

After filling pot after pot of water, Lu Chi had six people and Zhou Zijin had eight for the first two hundred meters, then eight for the next two hundred meters and six for Zhou Zijin, and after one thousand meters, ten for Lu Chi and four for Zhou Zijin. Occasionally, people who came out for a walk would point and whisper about them, saying, "See, sisters? This is what it means to have a boyfriend who can support the whole dorm!"

"You coarse brute, you coarse brute!"

Zhou Zijin felt like he was being pricked by thorns. He wanted to come too, but his body was so exhausted that he couldn't even eat much. How much strength would he have left to carry the thermos?

Kuchikuchi climbed the stairs like a stray dog, only to see Lu Chi standing there with his arms outstretched like he was performing acrobatics, turning back to look at him: "Two hundred for a pot!"

"What the hell are you thinking..." Zhou Zijin's brain hadn't completely shut down due to lack of oxygen, and she quickly changed her tone: "...Why don't you just rob it!"

"three hundred!"

"You think I'm innocent... Mandarin ducks swim in pairs, butterflies fly in pairs... No, no, no, this is only the beginning of the month. I have plenty of pocket money for you to squeeze out of me. Two hundred, two hundred for a pot!"

How many do you want?

"Four! You need to carry them to the door for me!"

"Wrapped!"

When the three girls saw Zhou Zijin actually dragging in eight thermos flasks, their eyes widened in surprise. They hurriedly replied, "Nothing's wrong, sis. It's nothing. Lu Chi didn't even leave as fast as me!"

Lu Chi: "Yes, yes, yes! Young Master Zhou may look thin, but there's flesh between his bones!"

Old Yang kept his eyes down and his mind at ease. He was just a little lazy, but he had a great understanding of the two guys' true nature and had everything under control: "The stuff should be arriving soon. You two stay here, I'll go get it."

The items weren't heavy, but there were a lot of them, and they were quite varied.

Basically, all the products used in dormitories are available, and they are the kind that are not overpriced by brands, are very practical and easy to use. Mr. Zhou's work is well-regarded, and apart from him himself, he is the most reliable person.

"Even good students in Class 13 get special treatment! But you can't cook noodles in the dorm at night!" Old Yang glanced at the milk tea boxes on each bed, thinking to himself that these two non-human creatures could be quite understanding sometimes. He gave them instructions, waved his hand, rubbed his aching arms, and led the two out of the dorm, straightening his back: "How much did it cost? I'll transfer it to you!"

"Lu Chi and I have already agreed on the group's expenses."

"What are you talking about? I'm your homeroom teacher. Do you think I'd let you little brats spend money like this? Besides, I've already informed your teacher's wife, so there can't be any mistakes."

"Sixteen thousand."

"Taking away the young master??"

"Here'll give you another six hundred in cash."

"Okay!"

"Lu Chi has eight hundred, I have eight hundred."

"So dark! So incredibly dark! How could I, Yang Yifan, with all my wisdom, have raised two heartless maggots like you!"

"Then just transfer 800 to Lu Chi directly, I don't need mine."

"No, no, no..."

With two clinking sounds, the three of them laughed in their own ways. Zhou Zijin counted out six hundred yuan in cash for Lao Yang and said earnestly, "Lao Yang, be careful with your money. Who knows when you'll have another good deal like this? I reckon you might never meet anyone as considerate as us in your entire life after you finish teaching this class!"

"You...I...damn it...I'm leaving!"

Goodbye, Teacher Yang!

It's hard, it's hard! Old Yang's fist is hard. There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart. Thinking about the heavy, pink, thin, paper-like things in his pocket, Comrade Old Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhou Zijin, her head inside the collar of her down jacket, breathed out and rubbed her arms and legs, asking, "Are we going back to the classroom?"

Lu Chi felt his pervasive hunger swell up again: "No, it's almost time for get out of class to end. How about we have some mutton soup?"

"Hey Xiaozhi, we agreed to bake a durian mille-feuille together today..." Zhou Zijin looked around furtively, then whispered, "Are you going to the maid cafe? This weekend! How about it? I'll sneak out!"

"I'm begging you, can't you just give Jill a day off?!" Lu Chi was speechless, his face filled with nothing but disdain. "You can't even handle a mere comrade? And you call that a maid's shop? Is that even a legitimate maid's shop? Does Yanchuan even have those kinds of places? You were so eager to go last time, and what happened? Do I even need to tell you? Damn it, you got a foot massage, and now you're eight bucks upstairs!"

Waving her hand wasn't a denial, but rather a statement that no further explanation was needed. Zhou Zijin said righteously, "That was all a misunderstanding! It was a technical error! This time is different, the acupuncture was truly different! I did my homework beforehand! And what you're saying just doesn't sit right with me. Work is work, and life is life; they can't be confused or compared!"

"Oh!"

Lu Chi waved without turning his head, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness at the end of the streetlight. Zhou Zijin angrily cursed, "He's putting on an act... How can a BYD guy look like that without showing his face... It's really good to be good-looking... Even his back view gives him confidence!"

A moment later, Zhu Gaizhi came down as well: "Tell me, how much more did Lao Lu swindle this time?"

"How much what?"

"I'm only giving you face, I'm not really stupid!"

"Eight hundred, Old Yang paid!"

"Hmm? How much did you spend to get those things?"

"Six hundred!"

"Good, you've learned to be family-oriented. Minimizing losses is always a gain. I'll give you a back scrub when we get home!"

"I...didn't I earn two hundred...?"

Zhu Gaizhi stopped and looked Zhou Zijin up and down, straightening his collar and pulling up his hat. He sighed, "What a fine man, so presentable, it's a pity he has such a mouth!"

Zhou Zijin smacked her lips: "So, are we still going to bake pizza?"

"Okay, let's go."

"Grill it first, then give me a back massage, then come out and eat pizza."

"right."

Lu Chi's little lamb reached his home at the foot of the mountain, chatted briefly with the old lady next door, and then continued running up the mountain. With its long legs and long strides, it was as agile as the wind. By the time it entered the house, the school probably hadn't even rung the bell yet. Ha, a bunch of pure cattle and horses.