MTL - Returning to ’90s, She Became Famous in Major Surgical Fields-Chapter 11 [11] Poor children are headed early

  Chapter 11 [11] Poor children are in charge early

   Listening to this tone, you know that people don't want her to leave a message at all. Xie Wanying shook her head logically.

   "Look, she doesn't like it." Hu Hao giggled, not feeling that she would suffer any loss for not writing.

  The daughter of a truck driver, even if she passed the exam, it would still be a big problem without the support of her family to get a job. Children from poor families are either top-notch or top-notch, and they can only be distinguished by being famous in the country.

   Xie Wanying's grades are not top-notch, not top-notch, and her family is just like that, so no one likes it.

   Thinking about my previous life, I took my classmates’ records and exchanged it with others to write. None of them took the initiative to ask her to write like Zhang Wei. After the rebirth this time, Xie Wanying collected her classmates' records, and if no one asked her to write it, she would not beg herself to beg someone to write it for her.

   "Which bank are you going to work in in the UK?" Hu Hao asked Zhang Wei with enthusiasm, "London is a global financial center."

   "You know very well." Zhang Wei turned the ballpoint pen in her hand, "I don't know, wait for my mother to arrange it for me."

   Hearing Zhang Wei say this, Xie Wanying remembered her life at the same table in her previous life. Zhang Wei went to the UK to study finance before finishing her undergraduate degree in finance and economics in China, but in the end she failed to work in a foreign bank as she wished. Because Zhang Wei's parents who are senior executives in domestic banks can't give their daughter the price of the top rich to enter foreign banks.

   Xie Wanying will not tell the truth to her tablemate at this time, because the whole family can't stop her from admiring foreigners.

   "Zhang Wei, what's your birthday?" Hu Hao asked warmly against Zhang Wei's shoulder.

   Zhang Wei squinted at him: "You also want to study abroad?"

   "My dad said that he would let me go abroad. The problem is that there is no one in our family abroad, unlike your mother. Otherwise, we will keep in touch in the future." Hu Hao suggested.

  Zhang Wei turned around and showed no interest in Hu Hao.

  Hu Hao doesn't look good to her. Hu Hao is a short winter melon, but Zhao Wenzong who wears glasses is more handsome. But Zhao Wenzong silently looked back at his book. His family background can only be said to be a little better than Xie Wanying. Envy is envy, but he will not think that he can go abroad to study if he climbs up to Zhang Wei.

   When Hu Hao went to chat with other classmates, Zhang Wei told Xie Wanying: "If he asks you about my birthday, don't tell him."

  Xie Wanying nodded, she didn't want to participate in this kind of shit.

  Zhang Wei went to talk to the others.

   Seeing that the two were gone, Zhao Wenzong surreptitiously took out the classmate's record in the schoolbag and gave it to Xie Wanying: "You can help me write one."

  Writing a classmate record has to be apprehensive, whoever makes someone's mouth stink. Anything can be linked to the contempt chain.

  Xie Wanying took over his classmate record, thinking that she was the first to ask her to leave a message after rebirth, so she seriously wrote a meaningful blessing to Zhao Wenzong. After writing, he handed it back to Zhao Wenzong, and the corners of his mouth curved into a mysterious smile.

   Seeing her smile, Zhao Wenzong couldn't help muttering: "You are much prettier than Zhang Wei."

  Pretty is beautiful. Boys in elite schools know that beautiful girls can’t be eaten.

  Xie Wanying turned around, rebirth made her understand these truths long ago, and Zhao Wenzong's praise for her blew past her ear and turned into a gust of wind.

   Looking down at the classmate record she left a message, Zhao Wenzong's eyelids jumped and he was stunned.

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   (end of this chapter)