[Puppy, what's the matter? You don't like it? ¡¿Muran blinked, and raised an obligatory smile,¡¾It doesn't matter if you don't like it, I can still call you dog, puppy, dog, dog, pick one you like. ¡¿
527 was so stupid, he never thought that the honest host would turn into such a ghost.
¡¾You, you, you are shameless! ¡¿527 is a machine after all, no matter how artificial intelligence it is, it is also a programmed systematic artificial intelligence.
With just a few words from Mu Ran, he was able to block it completely without the slightest solution.
In the end, he could only say "mission completed" and fell silent.
whee.
Mu Ran buried himself under the blanket, his eyes shining brightly.
Artificial intelligence It should be easy if you turn it around.
Early the next morning, grandma stuffed Mu Ran with another five yuan.
Mu Ran declined twice symbolically, and took the money.
Walking on the way to school, Mu Ran touched the two five-yuan bills in his pocket, feeling overwhelmed.
Ten yuan is enough for him to have porridge for lunch!
The cafeteria in the school sells expensive food.
Because most of the students in the school are rich and powerful people, the school cafeteria has increased the meal fee a lot in order to make money.
The cheapest food inside is beef porridge.
Ten yuan a bowl.
This beef porridge is actually prepared for students like Mu Ran who came in with their grades.
However, among so many students, Mu Ran, the one with the best grades, is the poorest in his family.
Mu Ran sighed faintly.
The original owner's parents have not contacted him for three years, nor have they sent money home.
The mobile phone last night was the last thing the original owner's mother sent him.
On the surface, it seems that his parents are still working in other places, but in fact, they don't want him.
Mu Ran raised his head, feeling like crying.
The original owner's grandmother didn't have much money, and now she gave the original owner five yuan a day, which was considered a huge amount of pocket money.
If this continues, won't he be hungry every day?
It has to be like a way to make money
With this thought in mind, Mu Ran walked into the classroom.
As soon as he entered the classroom, he noticed that the students looked at him strangely.
Mu Ran's hand that took down his schoolbag froze, thinking of the Weibo he saw yesterday.
Others may not know who Liu Mu is talking about, but people in his class must know.
Mu Ran's head was abnormally low, and he tried his best to shrink his body to weaken his sense of existence.
He carefully took out the book and placed it on the desk.
Although he tried his best to concentrate all his energy on the book, his thoughts could not help running outside to listen to other people's comments.
"Zhou Mian?"
A classmate shouted suddenly, causing Mu Ran's body to shake violently, and he clutched the textbook tightly with both hands, hoping to bring him a sense of security.
This time, everyone did not dislike him, but softened their voices and asked, "Zhou Mian, do you know Liu Mu?"
As we all know, Liu Mu is a musician who loves making music extremely.
On his Weibo, he never let go of his private life.
All that is played is the release of the song.
Not even a picture of myself.
Yesterday's Weibo was the first time he posted something other than work.
Mu Ran moved his lips, wanting to say that he didn't know him.
But his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he couldn't say anything.
For the first time, he was spoken in a non-obnoxious tone. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com