Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 18 A Gamble Initiated by a Cell Phone
Zhao Zixuan stepped into the classroom of Class 3, Grade .

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

He felt gazes from all directions, a mixture of surprise and confusion, as if everyone was seeing this classmate for the first time.

The boys opened their eyes wide, their mouths slightly open, and they seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

The girls covered their mouths, their eyes full of amazement, as if they had seen something incredible.

In the eyes of his classmates, Zhao Zixuan's new look is indeed eye-catching.

His neat 3:7 split hair formed a sharp contrast with his fair skin, seeming to highlight his facial features more three-dimensionally.

His eyes are long and deep, revealing a mysterious aura that makes people want to explore the mystery within.

The atmosphere in the whole classroom became a little subtle. Zhao Zixuan smiled slightly, as if telling everyone that this was just a small change on his part and there was no need to make a fuss.

"My little deskmate, I haven't seen you for two days. Did you miss me?"

Zhao Zixuan sat steadily in his seat, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a playful smile, staring straight at He Jieyu.

He Jieyu's cheeks flushed slightly, and her bright eyes avoided his gaze in panic. She muttered softly, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I miss you?"

Zhao Zixuan took out 200 yuan and handed it to her.

"When do you want me to pay you back?"

He said half jokingly.

He Jieyu was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "You don't have to rush to pay back the money. I don't mean to urge you to pay it back."

Zhao Zixuan firmly stuffed the money into her hand and said, "I know, I was joking with you. If you borrow money, you must pay it back. It won't be difficult to borrow money again. Don't worry, I will definitely come to you when I need to borrow money in the future."

When He Jieyu heard him say that, she didn't know what to say and just took the money silently.

Zhao Zixuan asked again: "Do you have time at noon?"

"what?"

"I want to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."

"No, thanks. I'm going home for lunch."

Zhao Zixuan didn't expect her to refuse.

Maybe it’s because the family is strict?

Think about it too.

How could a girl from a wealthy family eat out with anyone casually?
"Okay, then is there any gift you want? I can give it to you."

Zhao Zixuan simply wanted to express his gratitude. After all, he was able to make so much money thanks to He Jieyu's original funding.

However, He Jieyu rejected his kindness.

"Thank you, it's really not necessary."

It is also a depressing thing that a little rich woman has everything she needs.

Zhao Zixuan wanted to thank her but there was no way.

I can only owe it for now.

Not long after, the first class started and the foreign language teacher walked in and started with a poor foreign language greeting.

Zhao Zixuan felt uncomfortable listening to it, but he had no choice but to listen.

The courses in the second year of high school are neither difficult nor easy. It depends on whether you are willing to spend time to study.

Zhao Zixuan's previous academic performance was just average. He knew very well that he was not cut out for studying. If he studied hard for a year or two, at best he would be able to get into a key university.

He didn't dare to think about 985 or 211.

He thought about applying to an art school or university, such as the Shanghai Theatre Academy or the Beijing Film Academy. It seemed that the academic performance requirements of these schools were not very high.

It's just that it's more troublesome to take the art exam. But considering Zhao Zixuan's appearance, at least he doesn't have to worry about his appearance. His appearance is enough for him to go to any first-class art school.

Recess.

Song Qiuya took the initiative to find Zhao Zixuan for a talk.

"Zhao Zixuan, don't you want to tell me something?"

When Song Qiuya said this, the students in the classroom were all looking at them as if they were watching a fun event.

Zhao Zixuan responded with an indifferent attitude, "What do you want me to say? I don't think there is anything to talk about between us."

He really didn't want to deal with this self-righteous little princess.

However, Song Qiuya thought he was deliberately trying to anger her, so she said, "Yesterday you said that I... said I was a crocodile tear. Don't you think that's too much? How could you say that to me? You have to apologize to me!"

Zhao Zixuan thought it was something else, but it turned out to be just this.

He didn't want to argue, so he said calmly, "Okay, I was wrong, is that ok?"

Song Qiuya was not happy, "What's your attitude? Is this your attitude of apologizing? There is no sincerity at all."

Zhao Zixuan curled his lips slightly, "Anyway, I've already apologized. If you have nothing to do, please shut up and don't affect other students' studies."

He will not pamper this little princess anymore.

If the two of them didn't sit at the tables in front and behind each other, and they saw each other every day, he wouldn't even want to say a word to her.

"you--"

Song Qiuya was so angry that she was speechless for a moment. The anger in her heart surged like a tide, but she found that she couldn't find the right words to respond for a while.

Wei Xiaoyao gently advised: "Qiuya, it's not worth getting angry over such a small matter."

In fact, Wei Xiaoyao secretly hoped that Song Qiuya and Zhao Zixuan could be together.

Therefore, she always inadvertently resolves embarrassment for them and weaves a bright future.

But at the same time, she also knows that love is a matter between two people. No matter how much outsiders help, if the two parties are not destined to be together, in the end it will be in vain.

"Hey! Zhao Zixuan, is this your new phone, iPhone 5S? It looks pretty good. You must have spent a lot of money on it, right?"

The classmates all turned their eyes to Zhao Zixuan, who was holding a bright silver mobile phone in his hand. The exquisite appearance was eye-catching.

At this time, Xia Junjie, who was far away, curled his lips in disdain: "There are many fakes on the market. This phone looks very real, maybe it's just a few hundred yuan imitation."

Xia Junjie's deskmate Li Gang's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he immediately taunted, "Are you suspecting that Zhao Zixuan bought a fake?"

Xia Junjie glanced at Song Qiuya, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "I didn't tell you, but you all should know how much a genuine iPhone 5S costs. There are not many genuine iPhones in our class or even in the entire No. Middle School."

Before Zhao Zixuan could say anything, Yuan Shiwei had already stepped forward to brag.

"There aren't many authentic iPhones, but Zhao Zixuan's iPhone is definitely authentic. If you don't believe me, let's bet 100 yuan!"

Xia Junjie laughed, "You said it's authentic, so it's authentic. Did you go with him to buy it?"

He was very clear about Zhao Zixuan's family conditions. Could a child from a single-parent family afford a genuine iPhone?

I would never believe it even if you beat Xia Junjie to death.

"Just tell me if you dare to gamble. You can't even take out 100 yuan, right?"

Yuan Shiwei's ridicule was full.

Xia Junjie was a little scared when he heard this, thinking, could it be that Zhao Zixuan’s iPhone is really authentic?
how can that be possible?
How can an average family spend so much money on a mobile phone that costs over 5000 yuan?
"Snapped!"

Li Gang suddenly slammed the table and shouted, "Let's bet. 100 yuan, right? I take it. If it's a genuine iPhone, Xia Junjie and I will give you 100 yuan. If it's a fake, you give us 100 yuan."

Yuan Shiwei was happy: "Someone gave me money to spend, there is no reason for me to refuse it!"

(End of this chapter)