Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Borrowing Money for Meals Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Borrowing Money for Meals After the incident with being made to stand as a punishment, Zhao Xinlan and Zhou Siyu both quieted down quite a bit. During the second period math class, neither interacted with the other, and Zhao Xinlan even took advantage of the break to draw a demarcation line on the desk with chalk.
Zhou Siyu was so angry she silently vowed not to let Zhao copy her homework again.
The weather outside was gloomy. Before the second period ended, pea-sized ice pellets began to fall. Shen Mianmian thought to herself that Shen Jianhua was really good at predicting the weather. Judging by the situation, by the time school ended, everything would be white outside, which would make cycling very slippery.
Snow getting inside one’s collar would also be very cold.
The other students were also paying attention to the conditions outside the window. Those who had brought money for food were secretly rejoicing, while those who hadn’t were wearing gloomy expressions.
Indeed, just as Shen Mianmian had anticipated, after the ice pellets, heavy snowflakes began to fall. By the time it was almost school dismissal time, the snow had covered the ground.
The last lesson of the day was math, and Chen Jie gave a special reminder before the end of class.
“Those who live far away, be careful when cycling home.”
When the dismissal bell rang, not everyone swarmed out as before. Those who lived close to the school went home, while those with farther distances to cover stood hesitantly at the classroom door with worried faces.
Shen Mianmian sat on her stool without hurrying out while Lu Siyuan sprawled over his desk, looking ready to sleep.
“Aren’t you going home?”
“No,” Lu Siyuan responded without lifting his head.
“I’m going out to eat, do you want to come? If you didn’t bring any money, I can lend you some.”
He obviously didn’t have a dime on him; if he didn’t go home, he would be starving.
Now that it was cold, even sitting in the classroom made one’s feet painfully numb, and it would be uncomfortable not to eat anything.
Although Shen Mianmian’s body was in her teens, her mental age was nearly forty. She didn’t have any other intentions and just saw Lu Siyuan as a child.
Lu Siyuan lifted his head and asked awkwardly, “How much money did you bring?”
It wasn’t hard to tell that he probably had never borrowed money from anyone before.
“I still have twenty-three cents,” Shen Mianmian said, showing a two with her hand, and then a three. “That’s enough for two bowls of noodles.”
Without a hint of hesitation, Lu Siyuan got up and headed out, leaving Shen Mianmian behind, utterly unprepared for how upfront he was.
He urged, “Hurry up, there are definitely going to be lots of people eating noodles today, and we’ll have to queue if we’re late.”
This kid really didn’t consider himself an outsider!
Most of the students had already left, and those who remained either hadn’t brought any money or were waiting for someone. No one paid too much attention to Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan.
With his long legs and tall stature, he quickly outpaced Shen Mianmian by a great distance, which made it even more unlikely for anyone to suspect that they were together.
Snowflakes drifted into her clothes, feeling a bit chilly. Shen Mianmian couldn’t help but shrink her neck and wrapped herself up even tighter.
Several noodle shops outside the school were already full of students at this moment. Both not fond of crowded places, they naturally headed toward a noodle shop farther from the school.
Aside from two adults, there were just two boys they didn’t know inside the shop. Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan found a spot to sit down and then called out to the owner, who was busy in the kitchen. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
“Boss, two small bowls of noodles, please.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Siyuan added, “And two steamed buns.”
“Take a seat. They’ll be ready in a moment,” the shop owner’s voice echoed from the kitchen.
Shen Mianmian: “…” Ordering so much, can he finish it all?
Noticing her expression, Lu Siyuan thought she was worried about money. “Don’t you have twenty-three cents? Plus the money for the Band-Aid, I’ll pay you back fourteen cents tomorrow,” he said.
The steamed buns were ten cents each. They could afford them.