Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

"IOU?" It seemed like Li Liming heard this word for the first time, and the shock and confusion in his eyes were about to overflow.

"Yes, don't worry, I have already written the rest, you just need to fill in your ID number and sign it."

Li Liming felt insulted, his face turned red: "Don't you believe in my character? It doesn't matter, if you don't want to lend it to me, forget it! There's no need to humiliate me like this!"

Jiang Yuan looked at him like a fool: "Writing an IOU is an insult to you? Then you are really fragile. How much can your character be worth? If you don't want to be a human being at that time, will you still care about that little bit of worthless character? You are still a minor, so ask your mother to sign it as well. When the IOU is written, I will lend you the money. If you want to take out a campus loan or something, it's up to you.

I am really impressed. At your age, the bank will not lend you money even if you have any guarantee. And you want me to believe in your empty character? Bah!"

For a moment, Li Liming also thought about giving up treatment. Last year, when his mother was sick, all the family savings had been spent. He also wanted to save her, but would a paralyzed mother in bed want to live and drag me down? The longer she drags on, the more torment she will suffer, right?

He recalled the scene where the nurse had to help his mother deal with the dirty excrement. The look in her eyes made him feel ashamed. After he defaulted on medical bills, the doctor kindly said that he wanted to help him apply for subsidies, but he was asked to go through various procedures and sign various signatures. He went to the social security center alone that day, but couldn't find the person in charge. When he came back, the whole hospital knew about his family's difficulties.

The pitying looks, the pointing and whispering behind his back were annoying. He didn't like being discussed like this.

The stench from my mother’s body was unbearable, and I couldn’t even hold the chopsticks steadily. I had to be fed and I needed a bib, otherwise I would get food on myself.

What about those warm times? The aroma of warm meals when I came home from school? They seem so long ago, like a vague and hazy history.

At night, he went to the hospital to do his homework, while the nurse next to him was still busy, completely unaware that she might not get paid for this month.

There was a sudden noise outside:

A man's voice drowned out everyone else's, echoing in the long corridor: "I don't have any money! You can treat me or not! I quit!"

The nurse ran to the door and was the first to eat the watermelon. Li Liming closed the door and continued to do his homework.

Mother Li's eyes moved a few times and looked towards the door.

When the nurse came back, she started to gossip excitedly: "I heard that the patient who lives in 809 over there, his father has cancer, and it's in the late stage. He has already undergone chemotherapy three times. This son doesn't care and it's all paid for by his daughter. His daughter is naturally not happy. After all, she is married and can't always let her son-in-law pay, right? The old man is also patriarchal and bought a house for his son but not for his daughter. Isn't this retribution? The son disappeared when he was sick. The daughter was so angry that she left yesterday and asked the hospital to contact her son. It was not easy to get her son here, but when she saw the medical expenses of yuan, she quit on the spot and threatened to let the old man fend for himself. What do you think is going on?"

Mother Li: "Yes, this son is so unfilial."

"The hospital won't let him get away like that. They will definitely record it in the credit reporting system. This man will have a stain on his back for the rest of his life.

He has cancer, and his father won't live long. It won't hurt to spend some money and gain a good reputation. But you insist on deducting this little money and even come to the hospital to make trouble..."

Li Liming didn't know when he put down his pen...

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The next day, he crossed the river and came to the rooftop:

"Jiang Yuan, I'm sorry. I was too impatient yesterday. You know my family situation. Can you forgive me? I just cared too much about your thoughts.

I'll write a note now and it will be available for my whole life."

Jiang Yuan felt like he had taken the wrong medicine. How could he be so cheesy in just one night? "It's too much to pay back this amount of money for your whole life. The interest rate is not high, so just follow the bank's rate. Sign and seal it quickly! Bring me the IOU signed by your mother tomorrow, and I'll bring you the bank card."

Recently, Mu Shengen felt that something seemed to be wrong with Jiang Yuan and Li Liming. When he came back from the bathroom, he saw them walking upstairs one after the other.

Dating?

When they came back, both of them looked very happy. Did they reach some agreement?

Already established a relationship?

Li Liming's eyes were almost hesitant to speak, and he asked her if she wanted to drink milk at noon.

He almost spit out water when he heard this. What kind of taboo is this between the two of them?

Oh, real milk.

Is it because my thoughts are too dirty?

The next day he saw Jiang Yuan blatantly exchanging notes with him again, and his eyes were about to tear.

...Is this premature love? I feel sad (′-w?`)

He pretended to be casual and said, "I heard that the class teachers interviewed and visited the homes of those who fell in love prematurely, and most of them broke up."

Jiang Yuan looked at him doubtfully: Isn't he also in a premature love relationship?

"They've broken up. Wouldn't it be awkward for them to be in the same class? Maybe it was a fake breakup. I saw so-and-so and so-and-so looking at each other affectionately in the bathroom yesterday."

The Holy Spirit: ...

He lowered his eyes, "I just want to remind you not to commit crimes against the wind."

Jiang Yuan thought he was saying that she didn't wear the school uniform skirt as required.

? MD dead pervert?

"What? You can't even manage yourself, and you want to manage me? Do you think my reputation as a school bully is no longer intimidating?

I have never been afraid of any school rules. Who stipulated that girls must wear skirts? Who dares to catch me for wearing pants? "

Not on the same channel, he sighed and threw himself on the book.

Jiang Yuan pushed the questions he didn't know how to answer and pointed at them.

He took one look and began to tell her.

In fact, their grades are similar, but Mu Shengen is better at science thinking, while Jiang Yuan is better at languages. They help each other, and their progress is reasonable.

She only needed to move her homework an inch closer to him and he would naturally come over, regardless of whether she was writing the questions in her hands or not.

The two of them were sitting in the second row by the window, relatively close to the front. Jiang Yuan sat outside while he sat inside. To see the blackboard he had to look towards the middle. At first his eyes were on the blackboard, but later his sight shifted little by little, unconsciously moving to the little classmate next to him.

Then he propped up his head with his right hand, watching her listen to the class for a while, watching her follow the teacher's steps or nod or answer...

Glancing back, he saw the same gaze from Li Liming, and he turned back to look at the blackboard as if nothing had happened.