The four kids were really gathering money.
"Bro, this isn't right." The gangster turned pale as he searched his pockets. "I never ask for anything when I help others, this is called brotherhood."
Fu Jiu laughed lightly. "I'm from No.1 Middle School and I would feel guilty if I were to fight my own school. If you wanna talk about brotherhood, then I shouldn't be helping you?"
"…" Could you at least pretend to be guilty when you talk about it? You don't look guilty at all!
Those four students from No.2 Middle School gathered 80 yuan and put it on the corner of the table. "This is all we have. We still need to pay for our own meal."
Fu Jiu counted what they had ordered—80 yuan was enough. Then, she smiled lightly. "Give me a phone, let's begin."
"You don't even have a cell phone? How can you play!" They started to pull at their hair in frustration after saying that.
