The failure in performance is only temporary, and the identity of the little princess of the Nangong family in the Empire is unshakable!

Nangong Meng finally looked a little better. With a wave of her hand, she gave out all the more valuable limited edition pens, pencils, ballpoint pens and so on: "You can use it casually, I have it at home."

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

"Thank you Mengmeng for bringing us good luck!"

"I can't wait to carry my pen to the exam room!"

Xi Ruzhu's movements were half a beat slower, and she didn't get any gifts. She looked at these famous stationery with a little jealousy.

Since Xi Yuanshan was hospitalized, she has lost a lot of pocket money and can no longer do whatever she wants. Moreover, she lost nearly 100,000 yuan last night, and spent another 100,000 yuan on bail before... She can foresee that for a long time, she will be very poor.

It was impossible for her to act coquettishly like Xi Rubao and ask Gu Qiusha for money.

It is also inconsistent with her sensible and well-behaved personality.

The more I looked at her, the more I became more jealous and jealous, Xi Ruzhu had nowhere to vent her depression, until she passed by the corridor outside the Donghai class as a group of people left the class, and she felt a stir.

"Those people are still discussing 2b pencil..." She pretended to be careless and mentioned.

really.

Nangong Meng also looked inside and said disdainfully: "The 2b pencil I gave you is imported from a famous brand. One is worth several hundred. How can these poor ghost pencils be compared with mine?"

“Wow——!”

Everyone has never used a pencil worth hundreds of dollars each, so they have gained some knowledge.

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

"It seems like it's more than a thousand yuan, I can't remember it, it's the most expensive anyway."

Nangong Meng said casually.

In an instant, it attracted another string of envy and exclamation.

The exclamations outside the corridor made the people in the Donghai class notice. When they heard a pen, they would be speechless: "You're crazy, the people in the Nanshan class have to compare stationery."

These second-generation ancestors usually don’t buy pens worth more than fifty yuan.

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

Everyone started to quarrel through the window—

"Haha, you are known as the second generation ancestor and have never used imported stationery. Are you embarrassed to say that you have a mine at home?"

"We don't even think of this kind of sucker when we have mines. We are crazy. We have to import pens?"

"You don't understand this, let's give you a long experience. This is the pen brought back by Miss Meng from abroad. I can't write a single word for it after ten words. This is the difference between luxury goods and street stall goods!"

"You just use street stall goods, so what's wrong with me using domestic goods? Is the moon full of foreign countries more fragrant or does foreign shit smell more fragrant?"

"Haha, do you just admit that it's difficult for you to be poor? You second-generation ancestors from small counties have become a scumbag in front of Miss Meng, a daughter from our imperial capital. You can't hold on to your face?"

Depend on.

Angering to death.

No matter how reasoning the people in the Donghai class are, the Nanshan class outside the window is just a saying "I have an imported pen, do you have it?" "We have Miss Meng, do you have it?"

But Wu Minghao and others were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to go to war.
Chapter completed!