I Don’t Want To Be Popular

Chen Chuan was sitting in the car, playing with his mobile phone, and occasionally looked up at the car models being interviewed.

There is an additional latest status in the circle of friends.

Huang Yiting: Happy! I actually got S salary. It is said that it is very difficult to get S salary in this store!

Now, a daily salary of 1,600 can make people so happy. Chen Chuan felt a little sour. Thinking back to the fact that he had received nearly 90 million in house and decoration funds two days ago, he was only slightly happy.

The interview lasted until five o'clock in the afternoon, and the 12 selected people received a brief training in the store. Mainly Zhang Jingyin told them about the positions and simple data of several sports cars.

Huang Yiting took the time to walk over to Chen Chuan and asked, "You haven't chosen a car yet? We've finished the interview, and I stayed and got an S-level salary."

She seemed to be in a good mood and radiant. A pair of eyes seemed to be shining, and he was pacing back and forth, and his high heels made a clicking sound on the floor.

"Congratulations, I heard that luxury car models are...given as a gift when you buy a car?" Chen Chuan asked jokingly, his eyes attracted by her moving white legs.

She laughed and said, "That's a lie. I have never encountered this, and neither have the sisters around me."

"Then I'll buy you one and see if I can take you out on the way?"

"Haha, you are overthinking. Besides, the contract car I signed with the car dealer is a Ferrari 488. Can you afford it?"

Students like her, especially first-year students, speak very directly. If they are social people, like Zhang Jingyin, they will never say "you can afford it" directly.

Just a joke though.

It was getting dark.

Huang Yiting said: "It's time to go back to school. How about you, have you decided on what car to buy?"

"I don't want to buy a car. I'm just here to have fun. I'll take you back with me." Chen Chuan got out of the Land Rover.

"Okay." Huang Yiting followed Chen Chuan to the outside of the store, saw the big lake blue Lamborghini, and slowly raised the butterfly door.

Her eyes widened, and she stood still with a surprised expression on her face: "Your car?"

"What, it's pretty cool. Get in the car and take you for a ride."

"Can't you tell? When I first met you, I thought you were really good at playing guitar. I didn't expect you..."

Huang Yiting got in the car. The car's sitting position was extremely low, and her short skirt was pulled up to her thighs.

"What am I sitting on? It's hard?" She reached out and touched the seat. It was a bag.

She picked it up and it was very heavy.

Chen Chuan also got in the car and looked at the bag. It was very white.

Oh no, the legs are very white and the bag is black, very black.

"I don't remember what it is. You'll know when you open it and take a look." Chen Chuan said.

Huang Yiting opened the bag, and inside was a pile of new red banknotes.

She opened her mouth in surprise again.

Chen Chuan had forgotten that there was a bag of money on the passenger seat of the car. He should have taken it out at some time.

The brand new cash brought a visual impact. Huang Yiting put the bag on her lap and said, "This is the first time I have seen so much money."

Chen Chuan started the car and left the Automobile City, but encountered the evening rush hour.

Blocked there.

"Do you like it?" Chen Chuan asked.

Huang Yiting laughed: "Who doesn't like nonsense?"

"Take it, here you go."

"Tch, that's so fake! I don't believe you even if you say you gave me one of the bundles. I don't really believe one of them either. Who would give someone a hundred for no reason?" Huang Yiting said.

"Yeah, it's impossible for no reason. But what if..." Chen Chuan glanced at her.

"What if?" Huang Yiting's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a strange and bold idea flashed through her mind. If you really give it to yourself, then what will you look like?

"Why haven't you taught Wang Xiaoqing guitar recently?" Huang Yiting asked again.

"quite busy."

Chen Chuan did receive several messages from Wang Xiaoqing, but he really didn't have much time.

The car stopped and went, but it couldn't go very far before stopping again.

Chen Chuan felt that his right hand had nowhere to rest. It would be nice to have something to put his hand on.

It would be nice if Chen Yanyan or Andy was in the passenger seat.

"This motorcade is so long." Huang Yiting looked ahead.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry. My stomach is growling and I want to eat." She said.

This feeling is a bit strange. In the novel world, I am already very familiar with her, including going to her home, but in reality, I am clearly sitting in a car, but I still have to get along with her as a stranger.

Chen Chuan thought that in the world of the novel, Huang Yiting's family ran an orchard, and he helped solve the financial difficulties they encountered.

The convoy finally moved.

Originally, Chen Chuan planned to go to a roadside restaurant for dinner if the traffic jam continued.

But since it's moving, just keep driving forward. There was no more traffic ahead.

The car drove all the way to the main entrance of QQU, which is Chen Chuan's alma mater.

After stopping, Huang Yiting said: "Thank you for taking me back. Should I get off?"

"See you."

The car door opened, Huang Yiting bent down and took one leg out.

Chen Chuan suddenly said: "Hey, this is for you."

"What?" Huang Yiting turned around and saw Chen Chuan stuffing the bag into her arms.

She felt her arms suddenly sink, and her face was stunned.

Chen Chuan said: "Take it, you don't have to work so hard to be a car model."

"Ah? This, this, this?" Huang Yiting's face suddenly turned red to her neck.

One of her legs was outside the car door, half of her body was inside the car, and she was holding the bag in her arms.

"What does this mean?" she asked.

"Well, it's nothing, just holding the flowers."

…

Chen Chuan drove his car and found a nearby shopping mall, where he went in and had Chaoshan hotpot.

Eating hot pot alone is quite relaxing.

After simmering the freshly cut beef, open the Dousha platform and watch the live broadcast. If you see something comfortable, send a plane or a rocket as a gift.

There are still more than 8 million shark fins in the account. This method of delivery will take a long time to deliver them all.

the other side.

Huang Yiting returned to the dormitory holding the heavy bag.

She quickly took off her skirt, her legs turning blue from the cold. Putting on jeans and a sweater, I suddenly felt warm, and then looked at the bag on the bed board.

In the dormitory, there was only one academic girl wearing glasses who was reading a book. The others were not there, so they must have gone to eat.

The top students said without raising their heads: "Tingting, look at your circle of friends, what does it mean to get an S-level salary?"

Huang Yiting is distracted...

"Yiting?" Xueba called again.

"Ah? Oh...that's 1,600 a day." Huang Yiting said, picking at the bag. How many bundles are there? At a rough count, there were nearly two hundred bundles!

1,600 a day, that’s at least a thousand 1,600, right?

A thousand days?

So what do you mean, brother, just give it to yourself?

The top students said: "I'm envious. I'm pretty and have a good figure. It's easier to earn money. It's 1,600 a day. But in such a cold day, it's hard to stand in a short skirt and high heels all day, right? Will your legs be very sore?"

"Um…"

"However, if you go a few more times, you can get a new phone. Is your old phone damaged by water and not repairable?" Xue Ba said.

Huang Yiting looked at the bag of money. If she wanted to buy a mobile phone, just taking out a bundle would be enough to buy the one she had always wanted but was reluctant to part with.

However, how can we get this money? The name is not justified. I've only met that brother twice, right?

At this moment, the dormitory door was pushed open.

Wang Xiaoqing walked in and handed a bunch of candied haws to Huang Yiting, and then gave one to the top students.

While Wang Xiaoqing was eating candied haws, her eyes caught sight of the bag on Huang Yiting's bed.

Huang Yiting's heart skipped a beat, terrible! How to explain? You know, my brother taught Wang Xiaoqing how to play guitar, and Wang Xiaoqing always called him a master.

"I'm going! Hermès bag? Is it real or fake?" Wang Xiaoqing came over and sat on Huang Yiting's bed, "Is it a high imitation that I bought online? It looks like good quality!"

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