“He’s dirt poor, barely surviving on a few hundred bucks for living expenses. He works part-time on weekends and sets up stalls at night. Who is he trying to impress, acting so generous?”

“Over 2,000 yuan! He just loaned it out without a second thought!”

“And even if Wang Jie pays him back, it won’t be for a month or so. What happens if something urgent comes up in the meantime?”

“It’s not like he has parents to fall back on. He’ll survive either way.”

In the girls' dorm, Ning Chu muttered her grievances about Wen Yang’s decision to lend money. Her hand lay flat on a small desk as Lily carefully trimmed her nails.

Yan Xinya, sitting nearby with her chin propped on her hands, smiled and asked, “Are you worried about how hard he worked for that money?”

“Worried, my foot! He can spend his money however he likes.”