Not far away, Jeanne Hall saw what Brian was doing and frowned tightly.
She looked to Kim Percival, who was sitting opposite her, and asked with disgust, "Kim, who's that man over there? Why is he so poor?"
Kim was a popular finance student who came from a wealthy family. It was said that his family's net worth had already exceeded about ten million dollars.
"Poor? Don't judge a book by its cover. You know the popular girl, Rosy Stevens, right? That's her boyfriend. He gives her a three-thousand-dollar allowance every month."
As he spoke, Kim stared at Brian sourly.
Jeanne did a double take. She looked at the man slaving over the bottles in disbelief and asked, "Are you kidding me? How could Rosy be with him?"
Kim wrinkled his nose in disdain and snorted, "Because he's a thick-skinned ass-kisser in front of Rosy."
Seeing the confusion on Jeanne's face, Kim smiled mischievously. "Here, let me show you."
He stood up and deliberately scattered his leftovers on the floor. Then he shouted at Brian, "Hey, you! Come here and clean up this mess."
Without thinking too much, Brian hurried over and squatted down to clean up the scattered leftovers.
Suddenly, he felt a stream of cold liquid drenching his hair.
He looked up in shock. It turned out that Kim had poured a bottle of drink over his head.
Brian stood up immediately. With clenched fists, he glared at Kim, blue veins bulging on his forehead.
Kim rolled his eyes unhurriedly. Instead of being afraid, he patted Brian on the cheek and sneered, "What's the matter? Do you want to hit me?"
Brian's eyes were blazing with fury. But before he threw a punch at Kim, he thought about his situation.
It had taken him a lot of effort to get this part-time job in the canteen. Apart from the salary, he was allowed to collect bottles and sell them for extra money.
If he hit Kim here today, he would likely lose his job. Then he wouldn't be able to pay his own tuition, not to mention pay the medical fees of Rosy's mother.
Brian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile. "No... No, I don't want to hit you."
Seeing this, both Kim and Jeanne burst into laughter in unison.
"You are such a fucking loser! Go and buy me a lottery ticket. You can keep the change as a reward. Then send this package to Room 1024 of Galaxy Hotel, got it?"
Kim took out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it at Brian's face. Then he slipped his arm around Jeanne's waist and the two left, laughing all the way.
Brian picked up the package Kim left expressionlessly and picked up the hundred-dollar bill off the floor.
It was better to send the package to the hotel first and then go to buy a lottery ticket for Kim.
When he thought about the change he'd get after buying one lottery ticket, Brian's displeasure vanished in an instant.
He trotted all the way to Room 1024 of the hotel in high spirits.
Just as he was about to knock at the door, he heard a woman's pleasured moans from inside the room.
Brian's hand stopped midair. His cheeks turned as red as tomatoes with embarrassment. But soon, he realized that something was wrong.
Why did the woman inside sound like Rosy?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He raised his fist and pounded on the door twice, shouting, "Open the door!"
"Who's that? What a bummer!" the girl complained loudly.
"Don't worry, babe. Maybe it's just the courier. I asked Kim to buy me some sex toys. I'll make it up to you later."
Seconds later, the door was opened.
Brian's eyes suddenly widened and his mind went completely blank.
Why the hell was Rosy here?