I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

Knowing that the physical education class was cancelled, except for Song Zuan and Ye Lusu, the expressions of the other 38 students were indescribable.

Jiang Ye's face was so ugly that he even forgot to say "stand up, teacher is good".

Of course, it may not be forgot, but deliberately not to shout.

The classmate sitting at the front table of Song Zuan turned his head and gave him a special look.

That look seemed to say, "It's all your fault, crow's mouth!"

Luo Sifen quietly complained to Sun Zi at the same table: "Hey... Song Zu'an must have known in advance that the chemistry teacher was coming to class, so he deliberately provoked brother Jiang Ye. He must be jealous that brother Jiang Ye is handsome—"

Song Zuan secretly smiled in his heart.

When I change this Wangzai suit and Shamat's hairstyle, let you see what it means to be handsome!

[Drip——Jiang Ye's protagonist's halo -1%, and the remaining protagonist's halo is 99%]

What a wonderful system broadcast, Song Zuan's displeasure about the 1 million meal card has been swept away.

"Why does the task of destroying the halo feel a bit simple? It's really me!"

……

After school in the evening, Song Zuan walked home along the street described in his novel.

The first-year students have to study by themselves in the evening, so it is already dark at this time.

The road is very wide, with tall buildings on both sides, neon lights, and some well-dressed men and women can be seen everywhere.

But Song Zu'an doesn't live here, he still has to walk a long way and turn into a small alley.

The road in the alley is complicated, and Song Zuan detoured for a long time.

Dilapidated brick houses came into view, yellowish lights flickered in the windows of several houses, and some children were still playing and laughing outside.

But Song Zuan doesn't live here.

He had to go out of the alley and then through a section of dirt road with potholes.

A dilapidated thatched hut is next to an equally dilapidated tile-roofed house, and the dim yellow light bulbs in the room are struggling to survive in the dark.

The tiles on the roof are east and west; some are good and some are bad.

On rainy days, the cold wind blows into the house, and the people in the house feel like they are in an ice cellar.

Song Zuan lived in this kind of place.

Living with him is also his sister Song Wennuan, who is sick and bedridden all the year round.

"I'm sick, why do I write myself so badly? I cried..."

Song Zu'an pushed open the wooden door cautiously, for fear that the door panel would fall off if he applied a little force.

"Ahem... Brother is back?" Song Wennuan, who was only 7 years old, poked his head out from under the quilt, with no trace of blood on his sickly face.

"Well, I'm back."

……

"Warm, have you cooked and eaten?"

"have eaten."

"Then go to bed early, good night."

Song Zu'an escaped and went to the thatched house next door.

That night, he tossed and turned sleeplessly.

Song Wennuan's frail and dying face kept appearing in his mind.

Although she was just the younger sister in the book, when he saw such living conditions with his own eyes, he couldn't bear it.

"My God, it's too miserable, how can I write about the life experience of other people's little girl like this?"

12:00 am;

[Drip——The settlement time is up! 】

[The plot modification has been updated in real time, and the statistical results of the newly added book reviews are as follows. 】

5 star book review? 11;

4 star book review? 7;

3 star book review? 4;

2 star book review? 8;

1 star book review? 3;

[The income settlement is: +150000000 yuan]

"What? System, what do you mean by this?" Song Zuan was shocked when he heard such a broadcast suddenly, for fear that he heard it wrong.

[The host's performance during the day has changed some of the novel's plots and gained new book reviews. 】

"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking what does the income of 150000000 yuan mean?"

[After the host changes the plot, every new book review will bring about a change in income. 】

5-star book review? 2000 million/article;

4-star book review? 1000 million/article;

3 star book review? 0;

2-star book review? 1000 million/article;

1-star book review? 2000 million/article;

Song Zuan opened his eyes wide and counted the money again, "One, ten, one hundred, one thousand... billion?! 1.5 million? Is this money directly for me?"

【Yes. 】

"My God, is there such a good thing?! How many Q coins can be recharged for 1.5 million!" Song Zuan jumped up happily. "No, it's important to save my sister!"

"System, wait! Stop adding money to the meal card!"

[Please host to choose the payment method. 】

"Give me 1 cash first, and wait until I buy a mobile phone tomorrow, and then send the money?"

【Can. 】

In the blink of an eye, a pile of money appeared out of thin air on the black bedding in the room.

"Great! My sister won't have to suffer like this again!"

Song Zuan was so excited that he didn't fall asleep at all, he got up and rushed to the city when it was just dawn.

"I have to buy a suit first to change this Wangzai suit, or will I be kicked out if I go to someone's mobile phone store?"

Song Zu'an specially picked an inconspicuous clothing store and walked in. There was a girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old standing at the door.

"Hello, welcome."

The girl led Song Zuan inside, and an aunt who was introducing clothes to other customers suddenly came over.

She pushed the girl aside with a treacherous smile on her face. "Start up, the next customer will be your turn."

"But...that's what you said to the last customer..."

"Shut up! The little girl is from every family, do you understand respecting the elders?"

The girl frowned, bit her lip, and had no choice but to go back to the door and wait for the next customer.

Song Zu'an looked at the girl's lonely back, with mixed feelings in his heart, and asked the aunt, "How much commission do you get for selling a piece of clothing?"

"Hey, not much."

"Do you also compete for tattered customers like me?"

"Little brother, you don't understand this. Some customers are merciless when spending money, even if they are poorly dressed."

The aunt giggled, and after scanning Song Zuan's clothes from head to toe, she began to recommend clothes with confidence.

"Young man, aunt sees you as a trendy person, and recommends you this purple T-shirt, which is very popular recently!"

Song Zu'an looked at the four big characters of "all villains" shining brightly on the purple clothes, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temple.

Sun Zi's personal image came to mind.

"I just want to buy a white T-shirt, black pants or something, so forget it."

"Young man, young people nowadays like to wear this, listen to the aunt, you must be right!"

Seeing that Song Zuan was unmoved, the aunt picked up a brand new red Wangzai jacket, "Then buy this one, it just matches what you are wearing now."

"I just want to buy a white T and a pair of black pants. You don't have to follow me, I can choose by myself."

The aunt gradually got a little impatient, she grabbed a white T-shirt casually, "Here, are you looking for all the villains in white?"

"I don't like these..."

"Could it be that you want a white Wangzai suit?"

Song Zuan was completely speechless, "You don't need to recommend these to me, me! Myself! Myself! Look!"

"Tch, I think you just want to steal something?" The aunt flicked the clothes in her hand, stealing empty words.

The other customers in the store all looked towards Song Zuan, as if he had already stolen something.

The cashier is the manager of this small shop, and she came over upon hearing the news. "what happened?"

Aunt plausibly said: "He wants to steal clothes!"

"Auntie, can we make a deal based on evidence? Just open your mouth?"

Song Zu'an tried his best to maintain the politeness that a college student should have, and did not yell at him.

The store manager glanced at Song Zuan's clothes, he did not look like a rich man, but if he wanted to say that someone stole something, there must be evidence.

She asked the aunt, "Aunt Zhang, do you have any evidence for your claim that he stole clothes?"

------End of this chapter--

Ending eggs:

[Song Zu'an]: Every new book review will bring about a change in income... Crazy hints, crazy hints!

[Reader A]: What did you say?I don't have my headphones on, so I can't see.

[Reader B]: No more, my mobile phone is only 99% charged, I will definitely do it next time.