put wildness in his heart

Chapter 62
The time of the flea market in the High School Attached to Haida University is very fixed. It is at the end of each month, at [-]:[-] pm, the third class is over, and until the evening self-study at [-]:[-] pm, these three hours are the time for students to set up stalls.

Old Guotou is keen on chopping and chopping, and the chopping is fruitful, no matter it is useful or useless, as long as he can chop it, he chops it off, so that there is always a small clinic in the class. It is overcrowded and requires regular cleaning.

Wen Miao picked and picked among the fruits, and kept things like trash cans, electronic clocks, and other things that were not needed, and sold them to other classes at the flea market.

Over time, Wen Miao always felt like a second-rate dealer active in school.

Several class committee members had already arrived at the old place where the stall was set up, quickly unloaded the sacks from their shoulders, and poured out all the things that were about to be sold. Shen Jiayu looked at the class committee members with a complicated expression like a group of hardworking bees Just as busy.

After Wen Miao said hello to the class committee members of other classes at the booth next to her, when she came over, she saw Shen Jiayu standing beside him coldly like a male model about to walk on the runway, she raised her hand and patted him: "Stay in a daze Why, did you ask you to be a model?"

She pointed to the sacks that hadn't been unloaded, and commanded without notice: "Go and help."

"..."

Shen Jiayu closed his eyes, and after taking a long breath, he finally frowned, condescendingly stretched out his hands to those worn-out big sacks that had been used for an unknown amount of time.

Digging inside without lowering his head for a long time, Shen Jiayu touched something cold to the touch like a glass bottle. He thought it was a starry sky wishing bottle, but when he took it out, it turned out to be a jar of honey.

Shen Jiayu: "?"

Second-hand market still sell this thing?

"Are you surprised?" Wen Miao took time out of her busy schedule to give him a corner of her eye, and said, "Old Guo has cut a lot of things. What is honey? You can still see it later." To the nail clippers and the washboard."

Shen Jiayu: "..."

Old Guotou is really a magical little old man.

The deputy squad leader brought two cargo racks from nowhere. They were quite big, 1.8 meters high and 1.2 meters wide. Delaying her voice came from the gap in the cargo rack.

"The money from the sale is the class fee. Every time there is a festival, I buy some food for the students in the class, and then buy some class decorations. There are also campus activities in the school, such as the Spring Festival and the Autumn Festival. Yes, I use this money to buy water, snacks, and team clothes."

"I remember that other classes have paid the class fee several times. Anyway, the students in our class have never paid the class fee, and there are still five figures left in the class fee. It is estimated that this time the goods are sold out, and the class in half a month There is money for milk tea."

Wen Miao said this to Shen Jiayu, although the latter didn't really want to talk to her.

Shen Jiayu bent down silently, took out the dozen or so cans of honey in the bag, and placed them on the most conspicuous position on the shelf.

There are stalls on the bridge and under the bridge for students to buy and sell things, but basically they sell some teaching materials and guidance books. Only one class here, like a small supermarket, has everything you need, and there are many customers, it is full of people. look like.

(End of this chapter)