"If you want to pursue me, Song Han, it's very simple. Give me 88,000 yuan of pocket money every month. If you want to hold hands, you must advance a year's pocket money. Without this money, you can get away as far as you want..."
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A pair of realistic and money-worshiping words directly transformed Song Han from a goddess that everyone yearned for to a money-worshiping girl that everyone yelled at and laughed at.

Eighty-eight thousand per month, which is one million per year, so people gave her the nickname Song Wanwan, which means that as long as you spend one million, you can play with her for a year.

No one knows whether she said this deliberately to dissuade her suitors, or whether she really worshiped money.

Because since then, no one dared to pursue her, even the rich second generation that people thought was indifferent.

At that time, someone also asked Huang Zilong if he was interested in Song Han, but he was told that one million is enough for me to play with a hundred women, and I am missing one?!

It means that Song Han is not worth the price. Of course, it is also related to Song Han's reputation. The joke circulating in the school at that time was that if she has one million, who will chase her Song Han?!

Some rich second-generation people who are rich and ambitious have lost their minds and don’t want to be what people call fools.

Zhao Yu did not expect that Song Han would join him. They had no communication on weekdays.

After passing, Song Han also sent greetings like others.

"Zhao Yu, is it true that you bet Huang Zilong for 10 million?!"

Zhao Yu had seen so many questions like this all morning and almost never replied.

However, because of Song Han's good looks, Zhao Yu buttoned up his phone and replied: "It's true!"

"What about gambling on your life for a month?"

"It's true too!"

Zhao Yu was also a little curious and wanted to know what this woman meant.

Unexpectedly, after a while, I didn’t see any message from her.

Zhao Yu also lost interest and continued to doze off.

Today is not completely fine. In the afternoon, I need to go to a computer class to continue working on artificial intelligence.

"Zhao Yu, come and read~!"

Zhao Yu was sleeping soundly, when suddenly a soft voice came from his ears, waking him up immediately.

When he opened his eyes, he found that An Xiaoqiong was blinking her curved eyelashes and her eyes were only three centimeters away from him.

Zhao Yu's nose twitched and he smelled the smell of jasmine. It smelled very good, and he subconsciously said, "It smells so good!"

An Xiaoqiong's ears suddenly turned red, and she realized that her posture was too ambiguous. She quickly stepped away, covering up her embarrassment with laughter, and said: "You have such a sweet dream, get up and study now~~!"

She was also very surprised. She didn't expect that she couldn't hold back. When she saw Zhao Yu sleeping, she wanted to take a closer look, but she forgot that she was still in class.

Fortunately, no one else noticed anything...

However, I didn’t do anything. Who wouldn’t be curious about a man as affectionate as Zhao Yu?

An Xiaoqiong secretly comforted herself, and after Zhao Yu finished reading, she hurriedly fled the scene and ran to the podium to continue her lecture.

What she didn't realize was that there was a pair of eyes staring at her back in the classroom.

"You are too old to be shameless..."

Liu Siyu opened her mouth and said silently with some disgust. In her eyes, Zhao Yu belongs to her alone, and other people's covetousness is a provocation to her.

Being disturbed by An Xiaoqiong like this, Zhao Yu couldn't sleep anymore and opened his phone again.

He found that Song Han had sent him another message. This time, Zhao Yu was too lazy to read it and swiped down to look at the messages sent by other people.

"Dingle bell~~~!"

After a while, the bell rang. After An Xiaoqiong said that get out of class was over, before leaving the classroom, An Xiaoqiong took a special look at Zhao Yu and found that the other person did not even look at her. He lowered his head to play with his mobile phone the whole time, which made him feel a little disappointed.

Zhao Yu still underestimated how destructive Bingcheng's No. 1 Affection can be to women.

In his chat list, although most of them are here for money, there are still many girls who added him because of that story.

"Zhao Yu, are you free? I want to chat with you..."

"Zhao Yu, are you free? I want to chat with you alone..."

Zhao Yu was looking at the text in the chat box when a voice suddenly rang in his ears. Fortunately, there was a difference in the last paragraph, which made him realize that it was not the phone that had become a spirit, but that the person speaking was right in front of him.

As soon as he raised his head, Song Han was standing in front of him.

"Huh?!"

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment and did not react.

"Is it convenient for you now?" Thinking that Zhao Yu didn't hear clearly, Song Han repeated: "I want to talk to you alone about some things..."

It was rare to be so close. Zhao Yu took a closer look at her image and found that she was indeed beautiful, even more beautiful than Liu Siyu.

And the voice also has a unique flavor, laziness and a hint of arrogance, which makes people feel an inexplicable desire to conquer.

Zhao Yu pulled the hem of his clothes down, coughed, and said, "Yes, where can I tell you?!"

"Follow me!"

Song Han nodded and turned around to leave. Who knows, but he was stopped by a man in the aisle.

"It's time to watch the show..."

The surrounding students suddenly became excited.

In the corridor, Liu Siyu looked at Song Han with dissatisfaction and asked loudly: "Song Han, what do you mean?!"

Song Han had no expression on his face and said coldly: "What do you mean?!"

Liu Siyu was furious and said angrily: "Do you think I'm dead? Where do you want Zhao Yu to go with you?!"

If Zhao Yu had been called away by other girls yesterday, Liu Siyu would have definitely stayed still and not wanted to care.

But this morning, in class, she also chatted with others for a while.

A best friend told her that she should be careful about Zhao Yu’s 10 million being defrauded by other girls.

At this moment, Liu Siyu was interested. After all, in her eyes, Zhao Yu and Huang Zilong were fighting for her sake.

Although, she also believes that Zhao Yu likes her and loves him.

But after all, we haven’t established a relationship, and we haven’t even held hands.

If there is really a shameless woman who cuts off the money first and then eats it, her 10 million yuan will probably be discounted.
Chapter completed!