Thinking about it, Cao Wei came to the cafeteria.

Seeing Zhao Xiong waving to him, he walked over slowly and sat down worriedly.

"Awei, what's wrong with you? Are you really sick? How about I take you to the hospital for a checkup?" Zhao Xiong was very worried.

Today I first saw Cao Wei talking nonsense.

Then I saw Cao Wei's distraught appearance.

I am very worried that this roommate, whom I have known for almost a semester, will die of a sudden illness.

After all, it has often been broadcast in the news recently that a certain person in a certain city suddenly died in bed at home because he was too sad to be rejected by his girlfriend.

There were many used white tissues beside the bed before his death.

It was probably because the man was too sad and used it to wipe his tears before he died.

"I'm fine." Cao Wei said casually.

Zhao Xiong kicked Lao Du under the table.

Lao Du looked at Zhao Xiong with a puzzled look.

Zhao Xiong gave a signal with his eyes and glanced at Cao Wei.

Lao Du seemed to understand. He turned to Cao Wei and asked, "Awei, if you have anything to say, just say it. Don't hold it in. When a man needs to release, he should release it. If you keep holding it in, it will damage your body."

"You said that a particularly stubborn person would suddenly change his lifelong persistence because of certain things?" Cao Wei asked.

He was worried about Wu Qihang because he lent him money.

From now on, I will no longer insist on painting in a dark style.

Change painting to other styles.

Although even if you change your painting style to another style, you may not be able to make 20,000 yuan in a short time.

But the chance is not impossible.

All Cao Wei could do was to minimize the probability.

Stop being fooled.

Imitate the mistake made by He Jiajia last time.

"It's not impossible. After all, people's hearts are made of flesh. If something touches the bottom line, it will probably change." Lao Du said very sensibly.

Zhao Xiong hurriedly retorted: "I don't think so. Everyone should have their own persistence and should not put down their bottom line just because of other people's opinions or some practical difficulties."

After hearing Zhao Xiong's words, Cao Wei suddenly had an ominous premonition.

After all, Zhao Xiong is unreliable.

What he said is definitely not reliable.

After thinking about it for a while, Wu Qihang really might have changed his painting style because of his father. But if someone with no foresight took a fancy to him again, his plan would be completely in vain.

I haven’t waited for the orange tree to bear fruit yet.

The flowers probably all have to be picked.

"No! Absolutely not." Cao Wei suddenly stood up.

Zhao Xiong and Lao Du were shocked.

Cao Wei turned around and walked towards the outside of the cafeteria.

"I said Asafoetida! You don't want to have lunch?" Zhao Xiong shouted.

"Help me pack and go to the dormitory." Cao Wei shouted.

Zhao Xiong was stunned for a moment, feeling like he was being tricked.

Cao Wei seems to be cheating himself.

Knowing that every time he packed bags for his roommates, he would never ask for money, so he tried every possible way to trick himself.

"As expected of a nerd, he's so damn smart." Zhao Xiong expressed admiration.

Reluctantly, he packed it up for Cao Wei.

Cao Wei also came to the painting club again.

He opened the door and walked in.

The painting club was empty, except for Wu Qihang, there was no one else.

Cao Wei walked over anxiously.

The pace is very fast and urgent.

Wu Qihang raised his head when he heard the noise and saw that the person coming was Cao Wei. He showed a rare smile: "Brother Cao, why are you here?"

Cao Wei certainly couldn't say that he wanted to supervise him.

I could only ask with a smile: "I'm a little worried about your condition, so I came here to take a look."

"I'm fine." Wu Qihang lowered his head and continued painting.

Cao Wei took a closer look.

What I fear the most is Wu Qihang changing his painting style.

After reading it this time, I felt completely relieved.

Wu Qihang has not changed his painting style.

On the contrary, he is more unrestrained.

This time, a hell-level magical transformation came directly.

The characters from Shituoling in the original Journey to the West were changed into nightmare-level characters.

Necklaces made of various skulls.

Wine glass made of skulls.

Broken limbs.

Just don't be too cruel.

"I feel relieved now." Cao Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Qihang said while painting: "Brother Cao, don't worry, I will persevere and I will never betray your trust in me."

"Well, come on." Cao Wei nodded vigorously.

I just found a stool and sat down.

Open the system.

[Character on loan: Wu Qihang]

[Character value: 50~60]

[Lease amount: 20,000 yuan]

[Regulated return date: seven days]

After reading it, Cao Wei really liked the system more and more.

I just like the inexplicable confidence of the system.

After all, how could Wu Qihang pay back the money within seven days?

Just to complete a painting, it is estimated that it will take a day or several days to invest.

Not to mention that Wu Qihang’s painting style deviates from the trajectory of the times.

The result is that it is definitely impossible to pay back the money within seven days.

"As expected of me." Cao Wei felt very proud.

But I always feel like I'm a bit of a deceiver.

After all, Wu Qihang is such a good-looking boy.

Not only did I lend him money, I also put him under debt pressure.

If someone can't think clearly and does something stupid, wouldn't he become the culprit?

"I said to Wu Qihang, if the money is still not paid, you won't be upset, right?" Cao Wei was very worried.

Just afraid if it really happens.

I feel sorry for myself in this life.

"Brother Cao, don't worry. I'm not as fragile as you think. Besides, you didn't force me to pay back the money anyway. It really won't work this time. The worst I can do is wait until I graduate or go out to work part-time to pay you back slowly." Wu Qihang

Said very calmly.

Cao Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

I stayed with Wu Qihang in the painting club until the afternoon.
To be continued...