No one can afford the strongest system in the city

One day passed quickly, and the poverty alleviation activities were over.

They left together. On the way back, Lu Xiao's heart could not be calm for a long time, and he was always in excitement.

"Hanzi, thank you for today's matter. I have never been so happy since I was a child. This feeling is really good."

Lu Xiao didn't really realize what the joy of success is until today.

Even though all this is fake and arranged by Ling Han, he still has a sense of success.

Seeing the excitement on Lu Xiao's face, Ling Han smiled knowingly, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Lu Xiao, with my buddies here, I will make you feel successful all the time."

Ling Han regards a good brother as his life, as long as he can make his good brother happy, he will be happy in whatever he makes him do.

Time passed by every minute and every second, halfway through the car, most of the students in the car fell asleep.

At this moment, there was a burst of screaming from a female classmate in the car.

Ling Han was also awakened by the screams.

Classmates, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are dumbfounded.

The accompanying teacher immediately stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

The screaming girl was named Xia Xinxin, a classmate in the class next door, and a college student who came out of the mountains.

"Xia Xinxin, what's the matter? Why are you crying? What happened?"

Xia Xinxin is a girl who is excellent in her studies, and her usual performance is also very good.

And she is very self-disciplined, never disturbing others because of little things.

Seeing her crying sadly, the teacher immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Xia Xinxin was sobbing, while tugging at her backpack, her face was even more desperate.

"Teacher, teacher, mine, my wallet is gone, gone...what should I do?"

Xia Xinxin was crying sadly, crying aggrievedly, flipping through her backpack while crying.

She poured out almost everything in her bag. The items in her bag were very simple, except for a bottle of water, a small portable notebook, and a pack of papers.

There was no trace of a wallet at all.

Xia Xinxin's crying disturbed the surrounding students, and some even taunted her angrily.

"Xia Xinxin, what are you crying about? How much is your wallet worth? There is at most 200 yuan in it. As for it?"

"That's right, isn't it just 200 yuan? At worst, after getting off the bus, the classmates will give you another poverty alleviation activity, and just donate it to you."

"Xia Xinxin, just calm down for a while, because you are alone, and everyone can't sleep well."

A few classmates, you say a word, I say a word, and they keep talking.

Fortunately, several friends who supported Xia Xinxin began to refute.

"You guys are too bad, you just don't care about your classmates, and it's too much to speak such vicious language."

Xia Xinxin kept crying with grievance, her face was full of despair.

The teacher helped to find it for a long time, but to no avail.

Finally, the teacher took a deep breath, faced Xia Xinxin, and asked carefully.

"Student Xia Xinxin, don't cry. Tell the teacher what your wallet looks like. When you got in the car, was your wallet still there?"

While sobbing, Xia Xinxin said, "My wallet is red, and it was sewn for me by my mother.

Yes, yes, before getting on the car, yes, I saw it when I opened the bag. "

"Tell the teacher, when I got in the car, I also took a look at Xia Xinxin's wallet. It was hand-sewn, very unique, and I had it when I got in the car."

The classmates next to Xia Xinxin also helped to prove it.

"Then tell the teacher, what's in the wallet?"