S University, girls' dormitory.
Zhao Yan came back excitedly from outside, carrying a handbag in her hand.
The bag contained her newly bought Fruit Phone, costing several thousand yuan, which used up all her summer job earnings and the three thousand yuan her real mother sent her two days ago.
Although she only had less than a hundred yuan left in her bank card, Zhao Yan felt satisfied in her heart.
She had finally managed to use the Fruit Phone, just like her roommates.
Speaking of which, Zhao Yan felt a huge psychological gap in less than a month after arriving at S University.
In high school, she was a top student with good grades and outstanding looks, admired by both teachers and classmates.
Wherever she went, she could hear words of praise.
Many parents even considered her a model for educating their own children.
As for her, she didn't need to worry much, just had to study well, and she was the brightest kid in the class.
