The next day, the maintenance crew stared at the wreckage of a streetlight twisted into a triangle, their foreheads covered in question marks. What kind of monster was this capable of cleaving such a thing? When they checked the surveillance footage—perhaps due to the female lead's innate stroke of luck, or perhaps because the cameras always broke at critical moments—they found no trace of the person who destroyed the streetlight.
Still, holding the few hundred yuan meant for repairing the lamp, Sī Màn proactively donated some money to the school's aid fund. One still had to bear the consequences of acting on impulse.
Looking at the seven or eight hundred yuan vanishing into the ether, she felt a slight pang in her heart, even with a monthly income of one hundred thousand.
Chapter 93