Chapter Eighteen: The Problem of Mindset

  There were also other students of Sumo's age who sat rigidly, and their family conditions didn't seem to be very good either. However, they all had their parents accompanying them, and the girl sitting next to her was also accompanied by her mother.

  Looks like it's not easy to get along with people, there are not many expressions on his face, and his eyes are always placed on his own clothes, touching here and checking there.

  "Oh, stop touching it, this dress cost a lot of money." The woman looked at her daughter who kept rubbing against the dress, her face scrunched up in concern for the clothes. She was just an ordinary housewife, with most of the family's income relying on her husband. Her daughter had finally been admitted to university, and after much deliberation, they had bought this dress for over 300 yuan. Usually at home, the most expensive clothes they wore were only around 20-30 yuan per piece. Now that they had spent so much money on this one dress, the whole family would have to tighten their belts for several months."

  The girl listened, looking embarrassed, her eyes carefully glanced around, and found no one was paying attention, before lowering her head to whisper to the woman: "Can't you speak more softly? It's so humiliating if everyone hears."

  The woman heard her daughter's words and also realized this, a pair of simple eyes looked around and patted her chest, "Fortunately, fortunately Mom didn't speak too loudly."

  "Hmm—" The girl listened to her mother's words, still showing her displeasure on her face. She hummed softly and lowered her head to continue examining her clothes, checking this and that, as if afraid of making a mistake and losing face.

  Su Mo sat beside her, looking very calm, but everything about her daughter and mother was in her eyes. It seemed that she should be disdainful of this dress, although she wasn't a gossipmonger, but when something was presented to her for her own inspection, she wasn't blind either.

  In the eyes of parents, children are always innocent and in need of their love and care. This definition is very broad, but what remains unchanged is that all parents love their children, just in different ways.

  Just like the woman beside her, with a face full of vicissitudes, looking much older than her actual age, but in her eyes, there is only deep love for her daughter, no, it's already doting. In such a family, in such an era, to have a university student is a rare thing, and similarly, this girl also has a sense of this.

  Her family's pampering has always made her feel superior, so she appears to be in a good mood and thinks that this kind of personality will suffer a lot of grievances and exclusion when she goes to school, after all, her family condition is not very good.

  The only possibility is that she has the ability or money, but for many university students now, the only way out may be to become a mistress-like person.

  The woman also felt a bit uneasy in her heart because of her daughter's glance, fearing that she would offend her daughter and make her unhappy, so after adjusting the luggage in her hand, she calmed down.

  The train slowly started, and the long whistle sounded, causing everyone's thoughts to be different.

  Leaving her hometown and rushing to the capital to study, Su Mo's heart was only worried about one thing - her mother Liu Qin. She was so kind, when she wasn't around, would those relatives from their hometown come knocking on their door again? And her mother had given her all the money, so how would she make a living?

  "Little girl, you're going out alone?" The woman looked at Su Mo Ruo's outfit and didn't think of her as a student at all, but rather assumed she was some child who had started working early.

  Hearing someone talking to herself, she looked up and saw the mother who had just scolded her daughter with a few words, making her lower her head. Not wanting to talk to strangers, but out of politeness, she still nodded slightly.

  "How rude, like a mute." The voice was extremely soft, but Su Mo still heard it clearly. She wasn't planning to argue with this person anyway, after all, her personality had been formed since birth, and arguing with her would be pointless, and would only bring trouble upon herself.

  The woman just slightly pulled her daughter's sleeve, and then she came back, with a person in between, without affecting her conversation with Su Mo Ruo. "How old is the little girl?"

  "... eighteen."

  "Hehe, you're only eighteen, must be having a tough time at home." The woman's voice was slightly lower when she said this.

  "Uh-huh."

  "You're really an idiot, my mom told you so many things and you only replied with one or two words. Either there's something wrong with your brain or you have no family education and upbringing." The girl was full of arrogance, her eyes filled with disdain for Su Mo Ruo.

  Also, Sumo had on a white shirt today, with a light blue tank top underneath, and a pair of black corduroy pants below, his shoes were also a pair of sneakers that were starting to peel off, the clothes were all several years old, although they were all bought by his foster mother for him, but because he wore them for too long, these clothes also looked tattered and worn out, even though they were clean, they still couldn't hide the fact that they were old.

  And the girl beside her, with a haughty gaze, wore a blue windbreaker with lace trim, trendy sky-blue jeans with white polka dots, and brand-new sneakers. Her face was delicate and tender, and her hands were not like those of a rural child at all - she looked just like a city kid.

  However, although she had no money, she was not someone who could be bullied. She gave a cold smile and said, "You're quite clever and well-mannered."

  "Cut it out, I won't stoop to the level of a country bumpkin." The girl's eyes flashed sideways, as if they were about to bulge out of her head.

  "I'm telling you, sister, what you're saying is wrong, country bumpkin? Are you really a city person?" The person sitting across finally couldn't help but speak up, a feminine voice with a hint of mockery rang out.

  As soon as she heard that someone was helping to speak, and even said such words, she was speechless. The girl was furious, "Who are you? Do I need your help when talking to her?"

  "Heh heh, it's just that I don't like the way you look, and also... it's to remind you, don't think that just because you're wearing a princess's clothes, you're actually a princess." These words were spoken without any consideration of whether they would hurt this girl, lightly and casually uttered.

  "You——"

  Seeing her daughter getting angry, the woman hastily stretched out her hand to stop her, "Alright Linyin, don't make a big deal out of this."

  "Hmph—" She also sensed the gazes around her, some more or less looking in her direction. Not wanting to make a big deal out of things herself, she gritted her teeth and endured this breath.

  Digression

  Highly recommended by friends: "Pampered Wife, Marriage Made in Heaven", Author: Xiao Yao Reborn

  A brief introduction: In war-torn Syria, she was abandoned by her fiancé and met him who would give her the whole world.

  Highlights Appreciation:

  A high-end restaurant:

  "Mr. He, I want to break up with you."

  The woman opposite raised her head, her eyes firm and determined.

  "Not allowed."

  Even more resolute and firm in tone than her.

  "Why?"

  The woman's momentum dissipated by more than half.

  He Ziyu raised the corner of his lips, lifted his hand and gently rotated the wine glass in front of him. "Just like this steak I ordered, once you take a bite, can you return it?"

  "You're different from what I imagined."

  A certain woman said weakly.

  He Ziyu smiled slightly, put down his wine glass, and stared directly at a certain woman's eyes. "Just like the steak in this restaurant, you ordered it seven-tenths done, but it doesn't suit your taste. Would the restaurant change it to five-tenths done for you? If you can't bear to throw it away, then just make do with eating it."

  "Oh."

  Actually, it's not that I'm settling, but rather I think it's too good and I don't deserve it.

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