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Guoguo searched for several minutes and found 0 Pull-tab Beverage Cans in this trash can.
He put the 0 Pull-tab Beverage Cans into the Sack, dragging the Sack as he turned to walk towards the next trash can.
Guoguo needed to gather 150 yuan within two days to pay the Physical Education Teacher for a custom sports uniform; otherwise, he would be the only one in class without a sports uniform during PE.
Guoguo knew that without a sports uniform, he would be laughed at by his classmates.
There was quite a distance to the second trash can. Guoguo walked for about five minutes before reaching it, stretching his head into the trash can and searching with his bare hands.
In the foul-smelling trash can, Guoguo pinched his nose with his left thumb and index finger while using his right hand to search for Pull-tab Beverage Cans.
Even though there were still two days left, and he had already lost 70 yuan, Guoguo did not give up.
After rummaging through the second trash can, Guoguo found 15 Pull-tab Beverage Cans. He placed the 15 Pull-tab Beverage Cans from the ground into the Sack, dragging it towards the third trash can.
After about two minutes of walking, Guoguo could see the outline of the third trash can on the Flowerbed Path ahead.
Joyfully dragging the Sack, he walked with a slight limp towards it.
The cold, piercing gaze from above had not shifted away from that frail figure.
Watching her rummage through the trash can, watching her place the Pull-tab Beverage Cans into the old Sack, watching her find one trash can after another, watching her fall on the Flowerbed Path.
The Pull-tab Beverage Can in the Sack spilled almost completely when Guoguo fell.
It wasn't until noticing that thin figure lying on the Flowerbed Path, not getting up for a long time, that a hint of panic flashed in those cold, soul-piercing eyes: "That brat must have fainted!"
Murong Xiuxian quickly turned around and rushed down the stairs.
In the quiet, dimly lit campus, a warm breeze blew, and Guoguo lay still on the garden path like a dead sparrow, motionless.
Before long, a short-haired youth with flaxen hair, dressed in a blue suit and with a cold expression, hurried over. He picked up the pale figure lying on the ground, whose face looked almost transparent under the moonlight, and anxiously ran toward the parking lot.
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