Yuezhou is a city in the Yangtze River Delta. Apart from the first-tier megacities in the country, the remaining Yuezhou is also a good place in the first sequence.// ~

This also determines the living standards of people in this city. Although they are not as good as the adjacent magic city, the consumption power of ordinary people is still considerable.

Just like Yang Yi’s junior and high school classmates, even if they have to go home for two meals, many of them can reach about three or four hundred for a month’s breakfast and pocket money.

Putting aside the public standards, there are many wealthy children and children of government officials in Yuezhou No. 1 High School. Therefore, for most people, a book priced at around 20 yuan is not an unbearable economic burden.

But this is only relative to one person. If someone is asked to stand up immediately, like Yang Yi, paying for the more than ten people present, I am afraid that he will shake his head and humble him and give in.

"Hello, the amount payable for this consumption is 22 yuan..."

At the cash register, the electronic sound of the automatic cash register is mechanically counting, but the student who should have paid the money with a wallet, took the book stamped, turned around and rushed to the end to Yang Yixiao. Some boys even said thank you: "Thank you."

As for girls, most of them talked in a low voice, and they looked at Yang Yi from time to time, bursting out chuckling like bells. However, when it was their turn to pay, they still spoke to Nunu behind without hesitation: "Someone paid together."

In addition to Zhang Yao who was interested in finding awkward at the beginning, and another boy from the senior high school, this group of people basically accepted Yang Yi's kindness without any hesitation. Although they also met Yang Yichu, some people started out, and others didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, they thought that this junior was generous and generous. Moreover, they gave books, and it was much better to say that they were much better than treating guests to dinner.

As time approached nine o'clock, the students from various schools who were originally wandering in the bookstore went out to gather one after another, and it was just a rare crowd this morning. When many people saw that the students in the first high school were in front of the cashier, they all had a brand new book, and then there were people who paid the bill together, they immediately attracted a lot of discussion, and they felt that it was a bit incredible, and of course there were many envious gazes.

"No, there are people who pay the same payment? Their benefits of the first high school are a little better! Are you wrong?" A student with the words "Thirteen Middle School" printed on the school uniform stared at his colleagues. He watched a boy in the first high school put the book "Scream" in his hand at nearly 40 yuan, "Wandering" and "New Story" on the cashier's table, and immediately became depressed.

Isn't this the book he just liked but wasn't willing to buy? The dark blue cloth cover with a very historical feeling and the thick and smooth paper with a fragrance of ink. The heavy satisfaction when he held it in his hand made this student of No. 13 Middle School slut unwillingly mumble.

"I'm crazy, who is the sucker? It's understandable to send a girl to her. Why do everyone have a share!"

"It's so luxurious! Are they paid by the school? After all, they are really rich!"

There was a sour voice beside someone: "What, do you think they were paying for the school? Did you see the man at the end? It was that kid who paid the bill."

After a girl got the book stamped, she couldn't help but smiled at her companions around her with joy: "Hey, I feel that my sense of collective honor is very high now!"

A companion next to her reached out to pinch her face, and she didn't forget to tease her: "Is that true? A sense of collective honor? Or is it a good impression of someone?"

The cashier who knew the inside story kept smiling at Yang Yi who was waiting behind. There were people who noticed that there were mostly parents who bought tutoring books for their children, and retired elderly people wearing glasses. They were more clear about whether it was good to treat and give gifts among students. If they were not clear, they really envied the students in high school and hated that their children were not studying in this school.

Zhou Ziyi, who was waiting at the door early to gather the team, began to see some students going to the cashier, and he didn't take it seriously. He felt that although he was here to participate in the competition today, it was a good thing for students to buy books after all, and it was not convenient for them to interfere.

But later when the large army came and they actually lined up in front of the cashier, he was also very shocked.

Even when he was having a happy chat with him, an old acquaintance from No. 22 Middle School was attracted to that side and looked at it with interest. However, when the sixth student also put on the selected books, then scanned the label, counted the price, and stamped it, he finally couldn't help but say, "Hey, Lao Zhou, it's a high, just to have confidence! Are you here this time, counting one book per person? Or is it limited to the amount, and not limiting the number of books?"

"The number? What is the number?" After turning back, Zhou Ziyi realized that he was amused and looked at his old friend with laughter and tears: "No cent! This is not an Olympic Games or something. It's not for those students who are biased. How can he bear this time! He also paid for buying books for students, dreaming!"

"Then is this?" The teacher from No. 22 Middle School immediately glared at me suspiciously: "I won't ask for your money! I'm really not upright!"

"Puff!" Zhou Ziyi almost choked to death in one breath. He was not honest. It had nothing to do with him. In the end, why did these students not be honest again: "Lao Wan, you don't know anything, just yelled. I said that the school didn't give a penny, and even the school bus didn't send one, so I was still the bus fare I paid for myself!"

"Ah? It's really not that your school pays the bill!" Teacher Wan smacked his lips in disbelief: "Then your students are really rich, tsk... But it's always a good thing to like to study!"

Suddenly, he thought of something and knelt Zhou Ziyi with his arm: "If these students do this, if the matter is spread, Lao Zhou, wouldn't you just jump into your leader's eyes in an instant?"

"Hey, that's the same thing, it's not the Olympics. Our school leaders pay attention to it... It's a big deal!" After looking around quickly, he found that there were no people around him, he still broke the "fart".

As the leader of the Chinese language grade group, Zhou Ziyi usually has a history of first grade. Therefore, in a school like the first grade, which only focuses on science, there is a depressed feeling that cannot be displayed in talent. It is also normal for people to complain when there is no one behind him.

"Besides, even if you need to pay attention, you have to wait until the competition is achieved! What's this now?"

Teacher Wan next to him smiled mysteriously: "Look, I said it before! Even if you have this temper, your mind won't be too much! Although our high school admission rate is king, aren't you doing some education reform now? Even if you pretend to show it to the top, don't you still have to do something? Now these students are unintentionally trying to get things done. If the matter can be spread, isn't this the best example of your high-quality education! I think you are really stupid in teaching."

Zhou Ziyi was stunned by the sound of hearing this, thinking that what his old friend said was indeed very reasonable.

However, there are no journalists present at the moment, and there are no research teams and inspection teams of the Education Bureau, so Zhou Ziyi can only do anything about it if he is powerless.

"Hey? No, your students seem to have not paid any money!" Teacher Wan wanted to joke here, but suddenly found that no student had paid the money, but just handed over the book and scanned the book serial number, and then stamped the matter.

Zhou Ziyi next to him immediately jumped up: "I didn't give them money, but I let them out! You don't..."

While speaking, he looked at the cashier. Another boy handed the book on it. This time, the student followed two girls. In order to make up the place, the boy went directly to the outside and had no intention of giving the money at all.

Suddenly, Zhou Ziyi's second half of the words were blocked. The slightly fat teacher couldn't figure it out, so he quickly waved to a student he brought: "Zhu Mingming, come here."

...

When the two teachers finally figured out what was going on, Zhou Ziyi didn't know what to say, but Teacher Wan next to him had a meaningful face: "Oh, you are not a simple student! It's said that there are more than three students in the first high school, many high-scoring students, many cadres and many children from rich families. It's true that it's worthy of its reputation."

Zhou Ziyi didn't know what to answer now. After thinking about it, he felt that he had nothing to think about, so he waved his hand: "Don't laugh, okay, okay? I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'll go over and see them."

But I knew that Teacher Wan followed up and rolled his eyes regardless of Zhou Ziyi's eyes: "I'll go and have a look, too."

...

The two of them arrived at the cashier. There were a total of sixteen people and eighteen books in front and behind. All of them were priced. The cashier gave him a sweet smile: "After the discount, it will be a total of four hundred and thirty-six yuan."

Yang Yi nodded: "I understand, please remember the account first."

This sentence came out, not only the students around, but also Zhou Ziyi and Teacher Wan staggered together, and they couldn't believe whether the student was stupid.

What place is this? Can you get on credit?

But what made them even more speechless was that the cashier who smiled sweetly nodded without any hesitation.

Zhou Ziyi suddenly felt that the world was collapsed.

Damn, little girl, do you know what the cashier does? Where is your professional ethics?
Chapter completed!