The plump matron looked pained, "Ouch! It’s only been a short while, young people just don’t know the value of money, this is not a worthwhile way to spend it."
Others soak in the bath for one or two hours, scrubbing themselves clean, but this young lady only washed for half an hour; the plump matron felt sorry for her.
Now bathing is more expensive than usual, and not soaking a little longer feels like a loss.
If this were her daughter, she would definitely have kept her soaking in the tub.
Shen Mianmian was very excited inside, it was as if she saw countless Chairman Maos flying in front of her eyes, just waiting to be grabbed by the handful, why soak in a pool? In the future, when she makes money, she would soak in a bathtub at home.
She never denied it, she was a woman who was easily excited by money, and yes, quite vulgar.
Carrying her schoolbag, she hurried out of the bathhouse but as she turned the corner at the doorway, she bumped into a firm chest. Shen Mianmian stepped back, was steadied by someone, and then managed to regain her balance.
Her nose was sore from the impact, and as she covered it and looked up, she froze for a moment, "He, Brother He?"
Why was he still here?
He Nan responded indifferently, noticing her clutching her nose with a glimmer of tears in her eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, "Did it hurt when you hit your nose?"
"A, a bit." Shen Mianmian, who had regained her senses, nodded awkwardly. Every time she saw him, she was flustered; it had been pretty much the same the first time they met.
She rubbed her nose again and, not wanting to seem too delicate, she put her hand down. He Nan’s gaze lingered on her reddened nose tip, furrowing his brows again.
This young lady was indeed different from them, a bit more delicate; Li Yue once bumped into a door and his nose didn’t even get this red.
For a moment, Shen Mianmian didn’t know how to answer, she couldn’t possibly say she thought of a way to make money, could she?
In front of such an important person, the money she made wouldn’t even be enough to cover one of their meals.
Luckily, He Nan didn’t dwell on the question, "Get in the car; I’ll take you home."
Shen Mianmian obediently followed He Nan into the car, and it wasn’t until they were driving out of town that she suddenly remembered the matter of He Nan coming back.
"Brother He, didn’t you leave?"
Why did you come back? And stood in front of the bathhouse door.
"You didn’t take your malted milk."
He Nan’s expression was indifferent, his gaze fixed ahead.
Shen Mianmian, who belatedly remembered she indeed didn’t take the malted milk, felt embarrassed - she had delayed his return!
While she was thinking, she heard He Nan ask, "You don’t understand the English book?"
The book had only been flipped through in the first few pages; the rest showed no trace of being read, so He Nan thought she couldn’t understand it and had returned the book to him.
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In her previous life, she and Zhou Siyu’s daughter learned some English words, and simple communication with others was not a problem.
The reason she returned the English book was that she thought it was a gift from another girl to He Nan, there was even a love letter tucked inside; it didn’t seem right not to return it.
But in the presence of He Nan, Shen Mianmian didn’t dare to admit it; she didn’t think she had the right to speculate about He Nan’s thoughts.
So she had to bite the bullet and say, "My English isn’t very good; there are some parts I don’t understand."
That wasn’t a lie; indeed, there was a lot she didn’t quite know. Whether or not she could get the progress award in this exam also depended on her English score.
For the other subjects, she was somewhat confident, but in English, she could probably only score around fifty.
"Take the book and look it over, mark any parts you don’t understand."