Chapter 264: Chapter 264: A Chain of Punches to the Face! Until It’s Flattened [5]
The setback in grades is only temporary, but the identity of the little princess of the Imperial Nangong Family is unshakeable!
Nangong Meng finally looked a bit better, waved her hand, and gave away the more valuable limited edition pens, pencils, ballpoint pens, and so on at her side: "Use them as you like, I have plenty at home."
"Wow, Miss Meng is really generous and impressive!"
"Mengmeng, thank you for bringing us good luck!"
"I can’t wait to take these pens into the exam hall already!"
Xi Ruzhu was a bit slow to react and didn’t grab any gifts, looking enviously at these branded stationery items.
Ever since Xi Yuanshan was hospitalized, her allowance had decreased a lot. She could no longer buy things at her whim, especially since she lost nearly a hundred thousand yuan of Xi Yuanshan’s money last night, and previously spent another hundred thousand on bail... She could foresee that she would be living frugally for a long time.
She couldn’t possibly act spoiled like Xi Rubao to ask Gu Qiusha for money.
Being unable to do so was also out of character for her sensible and well-behaved persona.
The more she looked, the more envious she became. Xi Ruzhu had nowhere to vent her gloomy mood until, as she left the classroom with a group of people, she passed by the corridor outside the East Sea Class and had an idea.
"Those people are still talking about 2B pencils..." she casually remarked.
As expected.
Nangong Meng glanced inside and immediately said disdainfully, "The 2B pencils I gave you are branded imports. Each one costs several hundred yuan; how can these poor wretches’ pencils compare to mine?"
"Wow—!"
Pencils that cost hundreds each, they truly had never used before. It was an eye-opener.
"Miss Meng, how much is this pen then?" someone asked, holding up the pen she gave.
"Seems to be more than a thousand yuan, can’t remember exactly, anyway it’s the most expensive,"
Nangong Meng said casually.
Immediately, it drew another string of envious gasps.
The exclamations outside the corridor drew the attention of the people in the East Sea Class. Hearing that a single pen could cost hundreds or thousands, they couldn’t help feeling speechless: "Are they crazy, the Nanshan Class people, competing over stationery."
These kids usually never bought pens over fifty yuan, okay.
However, this comment quickly provoked a counterattack from the Nanshan Class.
Everyone started cursing at each other through the windows—
"Haha, you guys call yourselves rich kids, but you haven’t even used imported stationery. Do you dare say your families own mines?"
"Even if we have mines, we aren’t fools to be ripped off like that, are we crazy to import pens?"
"You guys just don’t get it, do you? Let us educate you. This is a pen Miss Meng’s uncle brought back from abroad. In the time it takes me to write ten words, you wouldn’t even finish one. That’s the gap between luxury goods and street stalls!"
"You’re the one using street stall goods. So what if I like domestic products? Is the foreign moon rounder or is foreign shit more fragrant?"
"Haha, is admitting you’re poor that hard for you? You small-town rich kids are nothing compared to Miss Meng from the Imperial Capital, feeling embarrassed now huh?"
Damn it.
This is infuriating.
However much the East Sea Class people reasoned, the Nanshan Class outside kept bragging with "Do you have imported pens?" "Do you have Miss Meng?"
That riled up Wu Minghao and the others so much they were rolling up their sleeves, ready for a fight.
Zuzi was playing with her smartwatch and suddenly looked up, her big eyes blinking in slight confusion: "What are you guys arguing about?"