Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned.
How…
Do you want to hang up so quickly
Is this a guilty conscience
Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think about the worst this time. If the other party didn't have a guilty conscience, how could he hang up immediately after hearing that she was Mu Xiaoxiao.
But... what she didn't understand was that there was no name written on her notebook. If the other person picked up the notebook, he probably didn't know it was hers.
So, why did the other party hang up the phone immediately when he heard her name
Mu Xiaoxiao was puzzled.
At this time, the other side.
High school teaching building, art room.
Zhao Xiaolu just picked up the phone and heard the other person say, "Hello, I am Mu Xiaoxiao." She was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, she was pushed by a classmate behind her. She lost her grip on the phone and fell to the ground. , the screen went black directly.
"Ah! My cell phone!"
The classmate said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I just wanted to ask you to borrow some purple watercolors. I've run out of them, so you can lend them to me first."
But in terms of attitude, there was no real sense of apology.
Zhao Xiaolu frowned, but gave her the purple watercolor first, and then picked up her mobile phone.
The phone screen is black.
She reopened it, and the sensitivity to the touch was a little weird, as if it had been broken.
what to do…
She looked at her phone worriedly, frowning slightly.
Finally, the classmate still had some sense of conscience. He looked up and asked, "How is it? The phone was not broken, was it? It was just dropped, so it shouldn't be broken." Zhao Xiaolu said, "My phone was born in front of a genius. I fell once…”
She dialed it left and right, and it didn't feel very smooth. She knew that the phone was not far from being scrapped.
When the classmate heard what she said, he said, "Then it's none of my business. You've fallen before. Maybe it was a little damaged at that time. Oh, it's just a mobile phone. It hasn't been recently. Do many brands have new models? You are just in time. You can have an excuse to ask your family for money to buy a new mobile phone. You should thank me. "
Zhao Xiaolu looked at her with a bit of resentment, her thoughts turning over and over again.
"I just bought this mobile phone last year..."
If she asks her father for money to buy a new mobile phone, her stepmother will definitely say all kinds of unpleasant things.
The classmate laughed, with a slightly disdainful tone, "Who still has a mobile phone for two years? I bought this mobile phone at the beginning of the year, and it was less than a year old, so I wanted to change it. You still have two years of use. If you tell me, you will be laughed to death."
Although Zhao Xiaolu didn't like hearing such words, she had to admit that this was the reality.
After all, Suntech is an aristocratic college. More than 99% of the students are children from wealthy families. Everyone uses a mobile phone worth several thousand dollars and replaces it with a new one almost every year.
Especially for their art classes, the daily expenses are very high, and the tuition is more expensive than ordinary students. Therefore, it is impossible for children from poor families to come to Shangde to study in art classes.
Zhao Xiaolu was thinking about this and didn't answer.
She couldn't let her classmates know that her family was different from theirs.
Will be laughed at.
She knew she would be laughed at.
She didn't want her life to become a situation where she was laughed at every day.
At this time, another classmate came over, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and asked Zhao Xiaolu with a look of surprise, "Xiaolu, Xiaolu! There was a post that revealed that you painted the painting of Master Jie? Is it really you?" "
As soon as he heard this, he immediately attracted the attention of others.
(End of chapter)