Meanwhile, Jiang Nannan returned to the dormitory after a busy afternoon, dragging her slightly exhausted body along.
Compared to physical exhaustion, the mental fatigue was probably even worse.
Especially when she saw Bai Ran being bullied by the Outer Academy disciples, Jiang Nannan had actually reacted half a beat slower than that woman.
Then Ma Xiaotao had appeared out of nowhere. Who could have stopped her?
Fortunately, Bai Ran had not been hurt in the end. Otherwise, Jiang Nannan probably would have been too ashamed to remain in the Inner Academy cafeteria.
Uncle Ye had asked her to accompany Bai Ran in selling coffee in the first place so she could help look after him.
Yet because of her own issues, she had nearly dragged him into trouble.
Sometimes, Jiang Nannan even hated this pretty face of hers.
If she had looked like an ordinary girl, would so many things still have happened?
Of course, without a body that could score a 9.9 out of 10, Jiang Nannan would probably have received the same treatment as a protagonist—both parents dead.
(Huo Yuhao: I'm clearly a protagonist too, so why isn't my dad dead?)
"Nannan, why are you sighing the moment you get back? Did work not go well?"
Tang Ya was sitting by the bed, counting her little pile of money.
The Tang Sect's hidden weapons were not nearly as hard to sell as the ancestors had claimed.
In just one afternoon, they had already earned more than two hundred Gold Soul Coins.
Well, if the Freshman Competition had not prohibited the use of Soul Tools, Tang Ya's Tang Sect hidden weapons probably would not have sold even one piece.
What was this called?
This was called getting played by capitalism.
"It's nothing. I'm just troubled by how pretty I