Chapter 113: What headache?
Chapter 113 What kind of headache?
Emperor No. 1 Middle School, Leng Qianxun sat in meditation on the bed, and she brought all the things she had bought before.
She lived alone on the third floor, and the silence made her feel extremely comfortable.
Spiritual consciousness entered the space, and saw the bottles and jars on the ground, which were some pills she had refined during this period.
Now her credit card has been returned to Leng Sinian, which means that she will live a clean and penniless life in the future.
Although it is said that there is no need to live in the school, she still needs to buy daily necessities, and she usually buys some herbs for refining elixir, and these are all exchanged with vain silver taels.
So the immediate thing is how to make money?
In the past two days, the school has been preparing for the preliminary competition, and then it will enter the intense city competition next month. I don't know if there is any prize money for the city champion? This is her main concern right now.
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that there was another copy in her schoolbag, a contract that Teacher Song gave her today.
If she is allowed to enter the literary club and get paid for the manuscript, she can still consider it.
Otherwise, she might as well go to the back mountain to meditate and practice.
Make up her mind, she will go to consult Teacher Song tomorrow, and then consider whether to sign this letter.
[Master, what are you thinking? ] Little Zuo has been here for a long time, but the master didn't even notice him. (He forgot that the master couldn't see him at all.)
"Ugh! I'm thinking about a headache and a practical problem."
Leng Qianxun scratched her hair. During these days, she felt that her **** had grown a lot and her figure had grown, but her hair seemed to grow faster.
The hair hanging down on the forehead can block her eyes, but it can't be reached behind the ears, which makes her feel really uncomfortable.
[Master, what headache? Take it out and share it. ]
"Xiao Zuo, have you ever read?" Leng Qianxun really wanted to have the urge to beat him.
[No, isn’t master reading the same as me reading? ] Their brain resources are shared, okay?
"Eh?" Leng Qianxun was speechless with one sentence.
Despise him, isn't it the same as despising yourself?
[Master, do you want to make money? ]
"Everyone wants to make money, except you of course, because you don't even count as a human being." Leng Qianxun rolled her eyes in the air.
People who are sitting do not understand the tiredness of those who are standing, and eunuchs do not understand the tiredness of the emperor.
So, how does Xiao Zuo know how tired it is to be a human being.
[Master, you don’t know how to make money so easily? ] Xiaozuo's voice obviously exclaimed, with a hint of contempt in his tone.
"Xiao Zuo, do you have a solution?" Leng Qianxun suddenly regained his energy when he heard it, and from Xiao Zuo's tone, it seemed that making money was easy.
[A matter of one second is served by pen and ink. ] Xiao Zuo spoke arrogantly.
"immediately."
Although Leng Qianxun had doubts, why didn't Xiao Zuo tell her directly, did he want her to write down the method? "Give."
Xiao Zuo took the pen and ink, and saw that the pen was jumping freely and freely on the paper under no one's control, and wrote two large characters.
[Okay, how about it? ] You can imagine how arrogant Xiao Zuo's face is at this time.
When the excited Leng Qianxun leaned over her head and saw those two words, her whole body suddenly became unwell, and she wanted to jump in a mess.
"roll!"
What makes money easy? What a second thing?
Just writing the word "make money" on that paper will solve everything?
Does it take even a second for her to write?
Hoo
Leng Qianxun was gasping for breath. In this situation where she had nowhere to vent her breath, and nowhere to vent her strength, she felt extremely depressed.
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(end of this chapter)