Chapter 127

Once again, the photo of B01 was posted on the bulletin board. It was quietly pasted on the bulletin board, as if fearing that the photo would be removed, the students took the initiative to purchase it.

Amidst this storm, the second monthly test of this year's school year also arrived. This time around, she clearly felt that she didn't have as much difficulty as before and wasn't as nervous.

Even Han Jinxiang felt that he could more or less understand the questions on the rolled paper. In fact, he even did the latter part of the math problem. This discovery made him a little interested in studying.

When they passed the school bulletin board after the exam, Han Jinxiang stopped in front of the photo and quietly looked at it for a while. Then on the second day, she gave chase on another 100 photos.

After the money was paid, the photos were sent out at a very slow rate. On the third afternoon, he received a thick stack of photos.

"I'll go!" Even Wang Hongfei, who sent Han Jinxiang the photo, couldn't help but exclaim, "This is truly heartless!"

"I'm supporting my classmates and the public good." Han Jinxiang tried her best to explain.

"Last time, you only bought ten! How many did you buy this time?" Wang Hongfei asked.

"A hundred." Han Jinxiang answered as she put the photo back into her bag.

When she heard that Han Jinxiang had bought 110 photos in order to support her classmates, a trace of expectation flashed through Lin Xiaoru's eyes. The last time she was angry, she took a day and a half off to adjust her mood at home. When she went back to school, she saw the photos of Ilan on the bulletin board.

How could this Ilan be so hypocritical?

All sorts of people who say they're not interested and aren't willing to do it, tearing up photos and throwing a tantrum, what happened in the end? Wasn't this photo still posted? Who was he putting on an act for?

Is it disgusting!?

However, Lin Xiaoluo was confident. Her photos were not bad either, and they were posted so many days later than Ilan's. She would definitely have an advantage in class. She also had friends from the school, and she also bought a hundred photos herself!

Now that she heard Han Jinxiang had bought 110 pieces, Lin Xiaoluo was overjoyed. Since Han Jinxiang had bought 110 pieces in order to support her classmates, there should be at least 65 of these pieces!

Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would buy even more photos of her!

At this moment, Qiu Wu, who was sitting on his seat, also glanced at the direction of Han Jinxiang. Was this Han Jinxiang buying too much? 110 of them? What was he going to do?

Lowering his head, Qiu Wu looked at his desk. There were also the photos he had bought, not many. He had only bought two. Originally, he didn't want to buy one. He didn't care about boring things like this. Who knew that when he came back to his senses, Wang Hongfei had already given him the photo.

"Eh …" This Ilan was really poisonous, causing him to do unnecessary things.

And these pictures, what the hell was he supposed to do with them?

After school was let out, Han Jinxiang thought for a long time after returning home, so she pasted all of Ilan's pictures onto the wall of her gaming room. Pasting her master's pictures on the wall would definitely help him clear the game as soon as possible!

These 110 photos were indeed not small in number. After posting them, they took up quite a bit of space and consumed quite a bit of time.

After attaching all the photos, Han Jinxiang let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Then, she observed the results of her work with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad. He stuck it very neatly.

"Who is this girl?" A woman's voice suddenly appeared behind Han Jinxiang.

"Ya!" Han Jinxiang trembled in fear and turned her head abruptly. "Mom!" Why did you come in? "

"I came in a long time ago!" Han Jinxiang's mother had combed her wavy hair, which was dyed wine red, making her skin appear even whiter. With her skin and figure so well-preserved, it was impossible to tell that she was a high school student's mother. She looked at the photo on the wall with a smile, then looked at her son and asked, "Who is this girl? Is she my daughter-in-law? "

"No!" Han Jinxiang could not help but feel embarrassed. "This is our class' class monitor."

"The class monitor?" Han Jinxiang's mother tilted her head and asked, "Is she my daughter-in-law?"

"No!" Han Jinxiang once again firmly denied it and said, "She's my master!" Do not tarnish the great image of his master in his heart!

"Your master? "She's really pretty." Han Jinxiang's mother tilted her head and asked again, "Is she really not my daughter-in-law?"

"No!" I said no no no! Why don't you understand! " Han Jinxiang was about to go crazy. His mother was so annoyed!

"Hey!" Han Jinxiang's mother frowned and looked him up and down suspiciously. "If it wasn't your girlfriend, why would you post her photos?"

"I …" Han Jinxiang paused. "Can't I offer it up sooner or later!"

"…" Han Jinxiang's mother was stunned and took three steps back. Then, she suddenly turned around and ran out, using a mournful voice to howl, "Not good! Husband! Your son has joined the cult! "

"Eh …" Han Jinxiang helplessly held her forehead … His crazy mom was too much. He had nothing left to complain about. She raised her head and looked at the photo on the wall. The peaceful and beautiful scene caused Han Jinxiang to be stunned.

After a while, he came to his senses. He shook his head, stood up, and bowed respectfully towards the picture of Ilan, then clapped his hands three times. He clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, and said, "Master, I'm going to play games. I hope I can pass today!"

With that, Han Jinxiang turned around and turned on the VR game console and put on her VR glasses.

The door opened a crack. Han Jinxiang's mother laid on the crack in the door and looked at everything silently. Then, with a nervous expression, she whispered to her husband behind her, "Look! His son spoke a bunch of nonsense and even danced around randomly. Do you think he joined some cult? "

"It's very possible …" Han Jinxiang's father nodded with a serious expression.

"Then is he cultivating or?" Han Jinxiang's mother had an uneasy look on her face. What should she do!? She only had this one son! Although she was a little lazy, a little too fond of fun, a little too poor in school, a little bit of trash, useless, and a little rebellious, that was still her son!

"Howl …" Han Jinxiang's father looked at the full moon outside the window and thoughtfully said, "I think he might be worshipping the moon."