Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 264 A series of face-beating!until pounding【5】

The failure in grades is only temporary, and the identity of the little princess of the imperial Nangong family is unshakable!
Nangong Meng finally got a better complexion. With a wave of his hand, he gave away all the more valuable limited-edition pens, pencils, ballpoint pens, etc.: "You can use whatever you want, I have plenty at home."

"Wow, Miss Meng is really generous and elegant!"

"Thank you, Mengmeng, for bringing us good luck!"

"I can't wait to take the pen to the examination room!"

Xi Ruzhu's movements were half a beat slow, she didn't grab any gifts, and looked at these famous brand stationery with a little greed.

Since Xi Fengnan was hospitalized, her pocket money has decreased a lot, and she can no longer buy whatever she wants, not to mention that she lost nearly 10 yuan from Xi Fengnan last night, and Xi Fengnan spent another [-] yuan on bail before... She can foresee a long time For a period of time, she will live in poverty.

It's impossible for her to act like a baby and ask Gu Qiusha for money like Xi Rubao.

She couldn't get rid of that face, and it didn't match her sensible and well-behaved personality.

The more she stared at her, the more she became jealous, and Xi Ruzhu had nowhere to vent her depressed mood, until when a group of people left the class, she passed the corridor outside the Donghai class, and her heart moved.

"Those people are still discussing 2B pencils..." She pretended to be casual, and mentioned something.

really.

Nangong Meng also took a look inside, and immediately said with disdain: "The 2B pencils I gave you are imported from famous brands. Each one costs several hundred. How can these poor people's pencils compare with mine."

"Wow—!"

Pencils worth a few hundred yuan each have never been used before, and they have gained a lot of experience.

"Miss Meng, how much is this pen?" Someone held up the pen she gave her.

"It's more than 1000 yuan, I can't remember, but it's the most expensive anyway."

Nangong Meng said casually.

In an instant, another series of envious exclamations came.

The exclamation outside the corridor caught the attention of the people in the Donghai class. Hearing that a single pen costs hundreds or thousands, they couldn't help being a little speechless: "Crazy, the people in the Nanshan class have to compare stationery."

These second-generation ancestors usually don't buy pens that cost more than 50 yuan, okay?

However, this complaint quickly aroused the Nanshan class's counterattack.

Everyone shouted at each other through the window——

"Hehe, you are known as the second generation ancestors, and you have never even used imported stationery. How dare you say that you have a mine at home?"

"We don't want to be taken advantage of if we have mines. Are you insane, do you have to import pens?"

"You guys don't understand this. I'll give you a lot of insight. This is the pen that Ms. Meng's uncle brought back from abroad. I can write ten characters. You can't write a single word. This is a luxury and a street stall. The gap between the goods!"

"You only use local stalls. I like to use domestic products. What's wrong? Foreign moons are round or foreign shit is more fragrant?"

"Hehe, is it difficult for you to admit that you are poor? You second-generation ancestors in a small county town have become scum in front of Miss Qianjin Meng from our imperial capital, can't you lose your face?"

Depend on.

Pissed off personally.

No matter how reasonable the people in the Donghai class were, the Nanshan class just said "I have imported pens, do you have one?" "We have Miss Meng, do you have one?"

But Wu Minghao and others were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves and were about to fight.

Xi Zuer was playing with her phone and watch, suddenly raised her eyes, her big eyes flickered, and she was a bit puzzled: "What are you arguing about?"

(End of this chapter)