Don't get me wrong, I really didn't mean to tease you

Chapter 7 She must be very happy, right?

Generally, there are three kinds of people who don't go home after school during the day, except for the boarding students.

One is like Jia Yun before, who seized the hour after school to go to the Internet cafe to fight fiercely, one is like Zhao Xueya, who doesn't want to waste precious study time on the way home, and the other is pure foodie. Not going home is simply greedy for all kinds of snacks outside No. [-] Middle School.

After school at noon, Jia Yun and the rest of the class had almost left, so they took the test papers, notebooks and drafts, and got up to go to class 289.

The golden sunlight in the afternoon passed through the window panes, sprinkled dots into the empty classroom, onto the unoccupied desks, podium, and Zhao Xueya's slender back.

Zhao Xueya was lying on the desk alone, without any movement, Jia Yun thought she was falling asleep, but when she walked in, she found something was wrong.

She closed her eyes tightly, covered her lower abdomen with her hands, combed her bangs to one side, revealing her fair forehead, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, her face was even whiter than usual, it could be described as pale, it looked like Seems to be in pain?

Seeing this, Jia Yun frowned.

Judging from his previous life experience, there is a high probability that this girl came to be an aunt.

Jia Yun left the classroom silently, went to find a fast food restaurant outside the school alone to settle lunch, then went to the nearby pharmacy to buy a box of ibuprofen, then went to the porridge shop to buy a bowl of glutinous rice balls, a box of steamed dumplings I packed it up and took it away, and finally bought some snacks in the nearby supermarket, such as crepes and mangoes.

When passing by a milk tea shop on the side of the road, Jia Yun stopped for a few seconds, walked in, and asked:
"Boss, do you still have the fruit tea you launched on Women's Day?"

About a week before and after Women's Day last month, this milk tea shop launched a new product, Rose Roselle Fruit Tea, which is said to be specially made for girls who cannot drink cold drinks during dysmenorrhea.

The sales clerk was a young-looking woman, she poked her head out to look at Jia Yun, slightly surprised.

"Um, do you mean rose roselle fruit tea? It's a limited edition for Women's Day, and it's off the shelves now."

"Really? Excuse me."

Jia Yun turned around and was about to leave when the female shop assistant suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

The woman looked at the food bag in Jia Yun's hand, and asked curiously:
"Are you planning to buy it for your girlfriend?"

"Eh, it's not even a girlfriend."

"There are still leftover ingredients in the store, let me make you a cup!"

Before Jia Yun could finish speaking, the woman began to work in the store.

She skillfully opened the locker and took out a small bag of roses, tea bags, lychees, apples, maple syrup, etc. After one operation, a cup of warm rosehip tea was handed over to Jia Yun.

"Tsk tsk, can you take care of girls at such a young age?"

"That girl must be very happy, right? Come on!"

I know the expression on a woman's face.

Jia Yun smiled awkwardly, didn't bother to explain to her, paid the money, and returned to school.

In the classroom, Zhao Xueya rested her face in her arms alone, silently enduring the torment of dysmenorrhea.

In normal times, the two hours after school are always not enough, but now, she just feels that every second she spends is extremely long.

"Squeak-"

The classroom door was pushed open, and a gust of wind blew by, blowing up Zhao Xueya's drooping hair.

Enduring the pain, she opened her eyes and looked around. What caught her eyes was a long and clean figure. The sunlight outside the classroom poured down, casting layers of halo on the young man.

It wasn't until he got closer that she could see clearly the refreshing and soft black hair, as well as the delicate and beautiful facial features.

Zhao Xueya suddenly remembered the previous agreement with Jia Yun, she straightened up quickly, she just wanted to tell Jia Yun that she was not feeling well, before she could speak, Jia Yun handed her a box of ibuprofen in front of her.

"Here, painkillers."

"Eh?"

Zhao Xueya's eyes widened in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Yun put the bag in Zhao Xueya's desk again.

"I brought you something to eat, and I don't know if you like it or not."

While talking, Jia Yun took out the Jiuniang Yuanzi and steamed dumplings from the bag.

Zhao Xueya stared blankly for several seconds with her big watery eyes open, and then stammered:

"Thank you, that me, let me give you the money, how much?"

"Need not."

Jia Yun waved his hand and said with a smile:
"I've been bothering you and taking up your time during this time. I should have treated you to a meal or something."

"Physical discomfort?"

He didn't directly ask if you had dysmenorrhea, after all, it was ten years ago, and he didn't know Zhao Xueya very well.

"Um"

Zhao Xueya nodded and said softly:
"I'm sorry, classmate Jia Yun, I'm in a bit of a bad state right now, I..."

Zhao Xueya's pale face was slightly flushed, and it could be seen that she was still a little ashamed to talk about dysmenorrhea, especially in front of a boy she didn't know very well.

"I know."

Jia Yun showed a relaxed smile and said:

"There is still a cup of fruit tea in the bag, you should take the painkiller first."

"Those questions, I can solve them with a little more time. In the past few days, you should cultivate first, and I will come to you for advice when you are in good health."

"Will not be disturbing."

After all, Jia Yun didn't stop much, stood up and prepared to leave.

Looking at the rosehip tea and the big and small bags of snacks in the bag, Zhao Xueya resisted the pain in her lower body, stood up, and shouted to Jia Yun who had already walked outside the door:
"Student Jia Yun!"

Jia Yun turned around after hearing the sound.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Xueya bent over, panting slightly.

It seemed that shouting these few words had exhausted all her strength.

. . . . . .

In the afternoon class, there are still various lectures and test papers, combined with the sweltering heat after the morning, it makes people drowsy.

However, Jia Yun was very energetic. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he received a money transfer text message on his mobile phone.

The domain name he registered before was sold!

SNH66GRUOP was successfully sold at a price of 20.

The plan to squeeze the wool of the SNH girl group was a success!
Throughout the afternoon, the corners of Jia Yun's mouth could not help but rise.

At this moment, he can almost imagine that in Tianhai City, thousands of miles away, a certain Japanese Chinese, Mr. Wang Zijie, who will later call himself the godfather of the Chinese girl group, is in his office, slapping the table, cursing wildly at the guy who registered the domain name first.

"The principal of 20 is still a little less."

Jia Yun's joy did not last long.

Although the appreciation of BTB is crazy, it takes a long time.

Now it is 5 dollars a piece, and it will be doubled by 2.6 times by the end of this year.

Then by this time next year, it can almost double by 28 times.

Finally, when he was 26 years old, he could double it to 240 times.

In other words, if only relying on the 20 yuan to invest in BTB, Jia Yun can get 4800 million yuan in income after eight years.

This money is of course enough for daily expenses and a little extravagant life.

But Jia Yun lived a new life, and his ambition is more than 4800 million.

And it will take eight years to get the 4800 million, Jia Yunke can't wait so long.

Every day after rebirth is very precious, he doesn't want to put his money into BTB and just lie down and wait to die.

4800 million is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for ordinary people, but for those who are really at the top of the food chain, it can only be regarded as pocket money.

Jia Yun tried his best to dig out the memories of his previous life in his mind, trying to find a few more people who could pluck the wool.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Jia Yun slapped his head.

"By the way, isn't there still dad here?"

(End of this chapter)