These little electric scooters couldn't be ridden outside the base. A single rental cost one hundred grams of rice for a maximum of twenty minutes of use.
Xie Ning had originally planned to sneak out of the base alone, just like she always did, but Song Shijun and his group had other ideas.
Song Shijun, Song Kexin, Ji Taixian, Wang Zongxuan, and Xiao Huang Mao—the six of them rented three small electric scooters.
When Xie Ning reluctantly dug three hundred grams of rice out of her bag, her heart bled with every grain...
Song Kexin nearly died laughing at her sister's stingy display.
'This penny-pincher... She exchanged millions of points for a ton of rice earlier. What's three hundred grams to her?'
"Why don't you hurry up and sort out that useless Space of yours? How can it not even fit a car?" Xie Ning grumbled at Ji Taixian.
If Ji Taixian's Space could hold a car, they wouldn't have had to rent these scooters.
