The dormitory was quiet inside and outside, and even the one who was pressed on the table on the first day of the new year did not even bother to make a sound, and was stunned with the participants of the fight and the audience.
Everyone was silent.
He was very surprised that his own phrase "Are you finished?" had such an effect.
But the embarrassment has not been relieved, because he does not know whether he needs to speak for the next sentence, and what to say again.
After freezing for ten seconds, someone in the audience whistled.
On the first day of the new year, I quickly took this opportunity to let go.
Only then did a few people in the room feel moving. They got up and patted their trousers.
The leader of the other party walked up to the first day of the junior high school.
This man is taller than the first year of junior high. According to the feeling of the first year of junior high, he is half a head taller than Yan Hang. He should be able to stand side by side with Li Ziqiang and his younger brother Li Zihao.
what.
Thinking of Li Zihao, he suddenly felt a little emotional. It was just a summer vacation. His classmates seemed to have been left in distant memories.
He has never had any friendship with any of his classmates. Once no one bullies him, he loses the last little connection with all the classmates around him. His classmates no longer remember him, and he doesn't know that they are all gone. What, now what...
The man standing next to him cleared his throat.
It was only on the first day of the junior high school that I suddenly found myself distracted, and quickly withdrew his thoughts, turned and walked away.
As he turned around, the man opened his mouth: "You..."
After the first day of the first day of distraction, his mind was controlled by his long-standing habit for an instant. With so many people, he didn't want to stand in the middle of the crowd.
So even if he heard this person's voice, he suddenly thought that this person came to him probably to talk to him.
Maybe it's to provoke, maybe it's to make a little talk, or report to a mountain gate to find revenge in the future...
But his inertia kept him from stopping, and he walked to the window in the dormitory farthest from the crowd before turning his head and looking at the man.
The man's mouth was half open, the expression on his face was unpredictable, and after one or two glances with the first couple, he reopened and said, "You dick, I remember."
Several people pushed aside the crowd and went out.
On the first day of the new year, he breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, based on his years of experience of being bullied, this kind of fight does not end so easily.
It is probably because they are in the dormitory at the moment, and they are all freshmen, and they have no foundation for each other, and they are afraid of recruiting people from the school...
"It's all gone, it's all gone," Hu Biaochong waved to the audience, who was still standing at the door, closing the door of the dormitory while saying, "It's nothing to see."
Just as the door was about to close, it was pushed open again, and Su Bin squeezed in.
"Fuck you, I'm fucking waiting for you!" Li Ziqiang passed by as soon as he saw Su Bin, grabbing Su Bin by the collar, "I have never seen someone like you!"
"What are you going to do!" Su Bin shouted, "What! Do I have to go up and be beaten for things that have nothing to do with me!"
"Forget it, Brother Daqiang," Hu Biao pulled Li Ziqiang over, "Come down, and I'll pick up the clothes later."
"What kind of clothes to get!" Li Ziqiang glared at him, "Are you going to get clothes if you don't have any clothes!"
"Military training clothes," Hu Biao sighed, "It just got a lot of trouble, don't call in school leaders again..."
"Forget it." Zhang Qiang glared at Su Bin from the side.
Li Ziqiang let go, thinking about it, and pointing at Su Bin very uncomfortably: "Don't make any excuses. It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with Zhang Qiang. Did we fucking run away? It has nothing to do with Hu Biao. , Did he run away! Don't dare to go there, you can squat there! It has nothing to do with the first year of the junior high school. He didn't come back all night!"
"I'm sorry everyone," someone next to me said, "This matter has nothing to do with me alone, so you are all implicated."
"Don't talk about it, a dormitory." Li Ziqiang waved his hand.
At this time in the first year of the junior high school, he remembered that there was one more person in the dormitory, and he glanced there.
There was a boy standing near the debris shelf by the door. He was wiping his glasses at the moment. He looked quite quiet, but he was not at all stronger than the big one when he was fighting.
"Your flat mirror still wipes a fart back and forth." Zhang Qiang said.
"You have to wipe all mirrors," the man smiled, put on his glasses, walked to the first day of the junior high school, and stretched out his hand, "My name is Zhou Chunyang, thank you just now."
"The first day of the first day." The first day of the new year hesitated, and reached out and shook his hand.
It felt so big, it seemed to be the first time to shake hands with someone. With such solemn etiquette, he almost stretched out his left hand.
"Go get the clothes?" Hu Biao couldn't forget about the clothes.
"It's fine to get the head of the house," Zhang Qiang said, "Who is the head of the house?"
Everyone, look at me and I looked around at you, and finally turned to look at the first day of the new year.
"No." He quickly refused on the first day of the junior high school. He had not even been a group leader of four in elementary school. Not to mention the group leader, even if there were only two people, it would not be him to choose one to do something. What a great official, but he has to do something, he is afraid that he can't understand what he said.
But this simple and straightforward "no" made several people stunned.
I wanted to add something to ease my tone on the first day of the new year, but I didn't find it.
"Then I will pick it up," Zhou Chunyang said. "It's okay after taking the clothes. Let's go out to have some lunch at noon. I'll treat you."
"I'll go with you," Zhang Qiang said, "you shouldn't be alone."
After they went out, Li Ziqiang walked to the first day of junior high school and handed him a cigarette: "You're so fucking awesome."
"No, I won't smoke." said the first day.
"Can't you?" Li Ziqiang looked at him up and down for a while, then handed the cigarette back to Hu Biao, "Don't pretend to me."
"Not installed." said the first day.
"Where did you go last night?" Hu Biao asked him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Isn't your home tens of thousands of miles away?"
"Friend's house." In the first year of junior high school, there was a sudden sense of inexplicable pride and satisfaction.
friend.
Not only do I have friends, but I can also spend the night at a friend's house!
"Do you still know people here?" Hu Biao said.
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.
"That's not bad," Hu Biao said. "The few of them are local, and they are going crazy one by one."
"What's the matter?" He asked in the first day of the new year. He tossed like this as soon as he went back to school, and he hasn't figured out what happened just now.
"The leader, I knew Zhou Chunyang and had enemies before," Hu Biao said. "Last night, I almost had to fight, but the housekeeper came and didn't get it. As a result, I slept all night and didn't get over. coming."
"Come on, and fight when you come back," Li Ziqiang said, "I tell you that I used to live on campus, and there are a group of people in a dormitory. If we don't work together, we will all suffer in the future."
After speaking, he glanced at Su Bin.
Su Bin hasn't spoken, lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone.
When I saw him playing with a mobile phone on the first day of the junior high school, I remembered that my mobile phone was still with him, so I walked over: "My hand, the mobile phone."
Su Bin gave him a squint and took out his mobile phone. When he was about to reach out to pick it up, he bypassed the hand of the first year and placed the phone on the table.
"Thank you." Chu didn't care much about his actions. He had been used to this kind of treatment a long time ago, not to mention that Su Bin was helping him keep his mobile phone.
Hu Biao, who was next to him, was a little uncomfortable: "It's not that I said, Su Bin, a dormitory, will stay together for so long in the future, you are like this, what's the matter with everyone?"
"The dormitory is a place to sleep," Su Bin said, "what kind of a small group."
"Fuck you," Hu Biao said, "go, stand outside for a while."
The three people stood on the corridor, chatting with the railings and watching the people coming and going down below.
Holding a cell phone on the first day of the new year, he sent a message to Yan Hang.
-The people in our school are so fierce, they get into fights when they come
Yan Hang was probably busy, and the news came back after a while.
-You can fight whoever provokes you, don’t be frustrated, you can fight two or three now.
-Um
On the first day of the new year, I looked at a few chat records that had been separated by a year, and I felt a kind of solid warmth in my heart, just like lying on the awning cotton.
Hu Biao and Li Ziqiang were chatting next to them.
This is the first time he has grown up like this, standing side by side with his classmates in the corridor and chatting together.
He finally knows why many people are willing to stand like this when get out of class is over. This pleasant and relaxing feeling makes people feel comfortable.
Listening to them chatting, the first couple had a general impression of the people in the dormitory.
Daqiang Xiaoqiang, Hu Biao and him, both had poor grades and couldn’t make it to Pu Gao. Su Bin reportedly had good grades, but it was difficult at home, so he came here. I think he is very upset. I don’t think they are in the same class as these people, Zhou Chunyang. The locals are especially rich in their families, so they come to mess around.
Zhou Chunyang brought the military training uniform back, and then a few people went to eat together. Naturally, Su Bin would not be with them in the "small group".
As he went downstairs and walked out, Li Ziqiang expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Zhou Chunyang's taking back Su Bin's set.
"They are all tied up, and the two who didn't come here are all brought back together," Zhou Chunyang said, "I also dismantled it on the spot and threw his set away... Think about what to eat."
"You are local, do you still ask us?" Hu Biao said, "You lead the way, we just eat."
"Then take a taxi," Zhou Chunyang said, "go and eat Western food."
"Western food?" Li Ziqiang glanced at him, "I don't even eat seafood?"
"What's the hurry? Are you afraid that there is no seafood to eat here," Zhou Chunyang said, "Mainly I want to eat western food today. I took my dad's card. It's a bit of a loss if I don't pay for it."
"For Western food," Hu Biao immediately clapped his hands when he heard "expensive", "Western food."
Standing in Chen Jinling's office, Yan Hang was a little worried: "Sister Chen, I really haven't written a summary, let alone a summary in English."
"Just this summary," Chen Jinling opened the drawer, took a summary and handed it to him, "I will show you what I wrote before. It is roughly the content. You can write it without worry. If there is any mistake, I will help you. Changed."
Yan Hang took the summary and looked at it.
"I know you don't want to be a foreman," Chen Jinling said. "Now I'm just asking you to act for a while. Whether you want to go to the back kitchen or do something else, it will be helpful for you to understand all the positions in the restaurant, right? ?"
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I will try."
He didn't tell Chen Jinling that he didn't want to be a foreman, nor that he wanted to go to the back kitchen. He could only say that the foreman of Chen Jinling was not for nothing, and he observed the people under her very carefully.
"Just write it and send it to my mailbox," Chen Jinling said, "You will stare a little more in a while. I asked for leave in the afternoon. I'm going to the hospital in two days. I have to go back and clean up."
"Okay," Yan Hang nodded, "If you can help me, tell us."
"I won't be polite to you, you have to say what you want me to help," Chen Jinling smiled, "You have been so fierce for so long, I am afraid I am not used to it."
When Yan Hang returned to the front hall, he felt a little bit of pressure.
During this time, Chen Jinling has been taking him all the time, and he will talk to him about various work procedures, but for Yan Hang, the pressure does not only come from the position of foreman.
He has been working in the restaurant for almost a year, and he has not made any mistakes. He has been named and praised several times by the supervisor, but even if he is only an agent foreman now, after all, there are still veteran employees who have worked as waiters for several years. .
He grew up with his father all the time, and even if he wanted to go to the back kitchen, he hadn't planned seriously. He suddenly threw such a job to him, and he was really a bit unreliable.
As soon as he returned to the bar, Zhang Chen leaned over and whispered beside him: "What? The handover?"
"No," Yan Hang said, "it's probably in a few days."
"Don't be under pressure," Zhang Chen said, "you have the ability and popularity, no problem, I will help you too. I am older than you."
Yan Hang glanced at Zhang Chen and smiled, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Zhang Chen said, "just teach me two more dishes next time."
At noon, guests slowly got up. Yan Hang stood at the bar and watched. In the past few days, the ordering system was changed. Some of the waiters were not familiar with it. He had to pay attention to it at any time.
He is very familiar with the work of the waiter, but from this perspective, you will find that there are many things that you don’t usually notice. Who wears the problem, where the hygiene is not handled in time, and which table does not have more guests. Dissatisfaction, what is the wrong place...
There is nothing he can do to resolve such tension and pressure. At this time, he will miss his dad especially.
Cui Yi is very good to him, but after all, he is just a friend of his father. He can't say what he wants to say to his father, and Cui Yi's work itself is as busy as a dog every day.
Several guests came in at the door, and Zhang Chen immediately went over to greet them.
To say that among these waiters, this little girl had the fastest response, but she was a little too big and careless, and made mistakes from time to time.
After Zhang Chen took a few guests over and sat down, Yan Hang noticed that these were some people who looked like students.
The consumption of their restaurants is quite high, and students generally don't come over for dinner.
He glanced again and was stunned.
A face facing the student raised his head, glanced at him, and was stunned at the same time as him.
When he got up and walked over to the bar on the first day of the junior high school, several people were ordering food. Zhou Chunyang chased him: "Hey, why are you going, order something first."
"It's the same as you." Chuyi said while looking at the bar without squinting.
"All right." Zhou Chunyang said.
When the taxi came over, he had actually been paying attention to the route. In the morning, Yan Hang told him the location of the hotel, and he was already excited when he saw the route overlap.
When he entered the restaurant, his first glance was to sweep the faces of the waiters around him.
After scanning, I didn't see Yan Hang. I thought it was not the same place. When I was disappointed, I suddenly saw Yan Hang standing behind the bar.
He should have stood up for the first time and rushed over, but he was stunned by the table and couldn't move for several seconds.
So handsome.
All his memories about Yan Hang's appearance are idle, casual clothes, sportswear, and running shoes.
At most, I saw Yan Hang wearing ugly work clothes in the cafe.
But now suddenly seeing Yan Hang in a black uniform makes him almost unrecognizable.
He had never imagined that Yan Hang had such a side.
When I walked to the bar, I felt so excited that I wanted to get along.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" Yan Hang asked with a smile when he walked to the bar.
"I want to take a picture of you." Chu Yi glared at him.
"Sorry," Yan Hang smiled more clearly, "We are not allowed to take pictures during working hours."
"Ah." The first day of junior high still looked at him.
"If you want to take photos of the waiter or the foreman," Yan Hang said, "you can only take pictures secretly."
"Hey," Chuyi laughed, "I took a picture of a pot and a lid that time I stole and took pictures."
"I'll serve you food in a while," Yan Hang said with a smile, "you can take it slowly."
"Why, why are people's clothes different from others?" Chuyi stared at him up and down.
"The foreman's clothes," Yan Hang said, "I changed it only these two days."
"Really handsome." said the first day.
"Always handsome," Yan Hang looked at their table, "Your classmate?"
"Well," he turned his head on the first day of the junior high school, and saw Zhou Chunyang also looking here, and nodded and smiled at them.
"What happened to the fight today?" Yan Hang asked again.
"Talking about it, it's too..." A little waiter girl came next to her when she didn't finish her words.
"Brother Hang, I'm sorry," the little girl said, "the guests over there have questions about the dishes."
"I'll be over right away," Yan Hang glanced over there, walked out from behind the bar, and whispered to the first day of junior high school, "I invite you to dinner tonight, and you speak slowly."
Chu nodded his head a little, while walking back, looking at Yan Hang's back.
Yan Hang's uniform fits well, and the uniform pants are longer than the sports pants that Yan Hang usually wears. At this moment, he feels that Yan Hang's legs are 1.8 meters.
"Your friend?" Hu Biao looked at him.
"Yeah." Chu nodded and sat back in his position, still looking over there.
Sitting at that table was a foreigner and his wife. After Yan Hang passed by, they began to talk.
The voices are very low, and it is impossible to hear what they are saying at this distance from the first day of the junior high school, but it is definitely not Chinese, and it seems to speak very fast.
The speed of speech is always very sensitive in the first year of junior high school, because his speech speed is very slow.
Yan Hang always responded with a smile and relaxed appearance, which made him learn about his English level for the first time outside of Yan Hang's magical circle of friends.
"I ordered a cod for you," Zhou Chunyang said, "Is it all right?"
"No problem," said the first day, "I haven't eaten, I have eaten."
"Your friend is the foreman?" Li Ziqiang said, "Why didn't you say it when you first came here?"
"I don't know he is here," said the first day of the month.
"What's your friend's name?" Zhou Chunyang drank and asked in a low voice.
"Yan Hang," looked at him on the first day of the new year, "what?"
"No," Zhou Chunyang glanced over there again, "I haven't seen him when I came to eat with my dad before. The foreman here was a beautiful woman."
"You can probably see beautiful women," Hu Biao said, "men can't see them."
"That's not necessarily." Zhou Chunyang smiled.
Yan Hang walked away after speaking with the table of guests, and was not embarrassed to keep staring at him in the first year of the junior high school.
However, he was a little distracted. Li Ziqiang didn't pay attention to what they said. He didn't come back to his senses until Yan Hang came over with the tray.
"We are all students in the first grade of junior high school, in a dormitory." Li Ziqiang said.
"I just heard him say it," Yan Hang smiled and put the food on the table. "You guys have the best relationship."
"That is, I just had a fight with someone in the morning," Li Ziqiang said, "We became famous in auto repair before school started. From now on, our dormitory will point to the first cover."
Yan Hang glanced at the first day of the first day, and was embarrassed for a while: "misunderstanding, misunderstanding."
"Can you give me a business card?" Zhou Chunyang looked at Yan Hang.
"Yes." Yan Hang took out the business card holder from his pocket, took one and handed it to Zhou Chunyang.
Suddenly a little depressed on the first day of the junior high school.
Yan Hang had a business card, but he didn't know it. I knew I should have asked for one yesterday.
Although I don't know why I need a business card.
"Give me one too." Hu Biao immediately joined in the fun as soon as he saw it.
"I have one too." Zhang Qiang followed.
Yan Hang smiled and handed them all business cards, and then looked at the first day of the first day: "You don't need it, right?"
With this sentence, the mood of the first year of junior high school was suddenly pulled up.
"Yes." He said with a smile.
Yan Hang also handed him a copy: "You eat slowly, and call me if you have anything."
"Yan Hang," Zhou Chunyang looked at his business card, then turned his head to look at Yan Hang's back, "Your friend is not too old, he is a foreman?"
"He is special and awesome," said the first day of the day.
"I can see it." Zhou Chunyang smiled.
That must be able to be seen, I have seen it a long time ago.
At the beginning, a handful of Yan Hang's business card was put in his pocket, and it was attached to the small leather jacket and steel pin.
At their table, Yan Hang personally served food, and also delivered desserts and drinks. There was an unspeakable sense of happiness on the first day of the new year.
It was the first time he experienced this feeling when he grew up, and he didn't even find a similar description.
The meal cost Zhou Chunyang a lot of money. I didn't see the menu on the first day of the new year and didn't know the price.
When Zhou Chunyang ran to the bar to find Yan Hang to settle the bill, he heard Zhang Qiang and Hu Biao helping Zhou Chunyang settle the accounts, and then he suddenly realized that the western restaurant where Yan Hang worked was very high-end.
"Don't let the waiter come over to check out, is it because we are afraid that we will have a burden," Hu Biao said, "That's why he can afford it, and we usually make a bunch of things."
"If someone asks you to eat, you just eat," Li Ziqiang said, "I'm sorry, but people didn't let you ask back."
He was silent on the first day of the junior high school and looked at the bar with his chin.
Zhou Chunyang didn't know what he said, Yan Hang smiled.
Gee. On the first day of the new year, I picked up the cup and took two sips of water.
To settle the bill, you have to go to the bar to find the foreman's tie. What he said to Yan Hang for this meal today was not as much as Zhou Chunyang told him.