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There is not much money to sell the book.

In the eyes of recyclers, books that are regarded as waste products are just a pile of waste whose paper is more expensive than words. How much can they exchange for?

Jiang Yan carefully read those books when no one was around.They are all basic books for students with weak foundations.

Jiang Yan didn't need this kind of composition paper at all, he just didn't write the composition seriously.The composition he wrote carefully is actually no less than a full-score composition.

He didn't need those tutorial books, but he didn't answer the questions seriously.Under his mattress, there are two rummaged-up question books, and the total number of wrong questions in them must not exceed ten.

He doesn't want to sell the books if he can.

But he needed money, and he had to let the person who delivered the books behind him know that if he sent it any further, all the books would go into the recycling bin.Let him know that there is no point in sending him books to Jiang Yan.

He Jiang Yan is a person who is not worth what others pay for.

Jiang Yan kicked the tens of dollars into his pocket, and impatiently kicked the soda cans on the side of the road far away.

In fact, he didn't believe anything Ke Lei told him, that woman would never tell Ke Lei to let him go home.

What Ke Lei said was completely different, it was his own meaning, it was his pure hope that he would reconcile with his mother.

Only a fool like Chai Yi would believe that she was sincerely inviting him home.But only a fool like Chai Yi would stand up for Ke Lei.

He pulled the corner of his mouth sarcastically.

Jiang Yan finally returned to the dormitory, his order had to be completed tonight, and then handed over to the person who placed the order.

After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Yan, who played two games as usual before taking a shower and going to bed for night work, suddenly found that Fu Yun seemed to be in a bad mood today.

Normally silent, he would restrain his breath and do his own thing quietly.Even when playing computer games in the presence of Jiang Yan, he will slow down his movements, and play them lightly and slowly, trying not to disturb him.

But today, he was probably in a hurry.When I entered the bathroom to take a shower, the force was a little heavier.When typing on the keyboard, it is urgent and fierce, with a crisp sound.It will also bump into tables and chairs unintentionally, and collide with things.

These small sounds all revealed his anger.

Since when was Fu Yun in a bad mood?

Jiang Yan squinted his eyes and thought for a while, it seemed that when he got the tens of dollars for selling scraps, he turned around and saw that Fu Yun's icy face was gone, only the storm was about to come, and the dark clouds covered the top.

Is it just because he sold the book?How can it be?He has an expressionless face, and his temperament is even more icy.How could he be so idle to buy him...

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, he suddenly thought of Fu Yun who got lost and went to buy medicine for him...

Damn, I almost forgot that Fu Yun is a bad guy at heart. It seems that he might buy books for him. Maybe he just wants him to study hard?

If that was the case, no wonder he would be angry.Anyone who sees a piece of his heart being recycled by the scrap yard will be angry.

All of this is just his guess, and when he has time, he wants to set his words well, after all, he wants to wait for him to confess the almost impossible thing.

Jiang Yan climbed into bed after taking a shower, and quickly finished the elementary school student's homework composition.After finishing writing, he paused, staring at the ceiling again and staring in a daze, feeling quite uncomfortable.

When Jiang Yan thought that he had sold the book that Fu Yun might have given him, he felt very uncomfortable and depressed.

He not only sold a bunch of books, he also sold Fu Yun's heart.

He suddenly couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning difficult to fall asleep.