Jin Ye was like: "?"
Did he really look that much like a victim of injustice?
Seeing his hesitancy, the buzz-cut continued to speak.
"You don't have to lend me any, you can go borrow it yourself, but I can't guarantee how much it'll cost then."
Anyway, the few hundred bucks that Jin Ye had just given him were not coming back.
With gritted teeth and a heavy step.
He decided to give the money!
After taking the money, the buzz-cut smirked slightly and strode into the classroom.
He was seen whispering something to the bespectacled boy and then, judging by the gestures, appeared to hand him the money.
Eventually, he borrowed the mourning attire for Jin Ye.
"How about that, bro? Didn't I tell you I'd borrow it for you, and I did, right? Remember, it's just for half a day, ha. You must return the mourning clothes after evening study, or else—"
The buzz-cut flexed his strong biceps.
