After all, in the last life, they used my photos to attract three rich second–generations boys for one million.
“No, my family.”
I put away my phone and looked at the three of them who were still looking down and retouching photos. I couldn’t help but curl my lips. “Hey, Mike Dunkin added me!“}
“He said he wants me to be his girlfriend.”
Linda suddenly shouted, her eyes bright and scary.
Winnie immediately came over, “Really? He is a rich second generation from the Department of Finance!”
Kelly also came over excitedly, “Come through! Chat for a while!“}
“Oh my god, Mike is so generous, he actually transferred 20,000 dollar to you right away.”
I watched the three of them huddled together, typing quickly and sneered in my heart.”
In the last life, it was Linda who first hooked up with Mike with a photo and Mike kept transferring money to pursue her.
“You guys chat, I’m going to wash my face.”
I stood up and looked back before walking out of the dormitory. They didn’t even raise their heads, completely immersed in the sweet words of the “rich second generation“.
in the corridor, I clicked on Instagram and someone had liked and commented on the post.
took a screenshot and saved it in the album.
In this life, they couldn’t to hurt me again. In the following days, they would find excuses to ask me for photos almost every day.” “Sarah, this outfit looks really good today. Can you send me the original photo for reference?”
“The side profile photo you posted on Instagram yesterday was amazing. Can you send me the original photo? I want to learn the angles of taking photos.”
“Sarah, can you wear my new skirt and take a few photos for me? The store wants some good–looking photos in return. You can give me money and I will share it with you. You have the best figure in our dormitory.“>
Their eyes were fixed on my phone screen.
I pretended to ask casually, “Why do you want so many photos?”
Linda immediately hid her phone in her arms, “Just…save it for study. You look good in photos.”
Winnie interrupted, “Yes, you are the most photogenic in our dormitory.”
I nodded, sent the photos to the group and then uploaded them to my own account.
Linda’s phone vibrated immediately and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.
“Mike transferred money to me again!” She suddenly screamed, “50,000, he said he would buy me a bag!”
“I haven’t spent all the money he transferred to me yesterday and I told him not to transfer it, but he insisted on transferring it to me.” She kept shouting.@
Kelly immediately rushed over, “Let me see! Oh my God, isn’t this too spoiled?”
“My family also transferred 50,000 to me yesterday, saying it was pocket money.”
Winnie pouted sourly, “My family only transferred 30,000…”
I silently recorded these conversations and continued to organize the photos.
The account has more than 1,000 followers and under every dynamic, someone asked for the link to the clothes in the photo.
Three days later, Linda changed to the latest mobile phone and turned around in the dormitory to show off.
“Mike insisted on buying it for me, saying it matches my temperament.” She deliberately shook it in front of me, “Sarah, do you want to touch it?”
I didn’t even raise my head, “No, my phone is still in good contidtion.”
Kelly suddenly came over, “Sarah, why are you always playing with your phone recently?”
“I’m doing self–media.” I shook the interface, “Post some daily photos.”
Linda’s face changed, “Did you…post your own photos?”
“No, they are all photos of textbooks for self–study.” I answered calmly, “Do you want to see it?”
I did register another account and shared some learning materials on it.
The three of them were obviously relieved and Linda regained her arrogant look, “By the way, Mike is going to treat the whole dormitory to dinner this weekend, you must come.”}
