Finally it was Jiang Beize's turn.
He ordered a portion of braised pork ribs and minced pork and eggplant. When the lady in charge saw the fair-haired young man, she was naturally happy and gave him a few more pork ribs.
Jiang Beize thanked him politely, then turned around with the dinner plate in hand.
"Wow-"
The eggplant soup spilled out and splashed onto the school uniform coat of the boy behind him.
"Hey, you don't have eyes!"
The boy is a bad-tempered master, raising his fists to get angry.
Jiang Beize took half a step back and blinked his Bambi eyes, innocent and at a loss, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at the girl next to the boy.
Their eyes met, and something was moving in the air.
Crackling with ambiguous sparks.
The girl smiled flatteringly and her voice softened suddenly, "It's okay, it's okay, he doesn't mind."
The boy was speechless, "Hey, who said I don't mind - ow!"
"Really, he doesn't mind,"
The girl pinched the flesh of the boy's arm tightly, but she smiled brightly at Jiang Beize, looking straight at the perfect little face in front of her, "Do you want to pay you a portion of the eggplant?"
"No thanks."
"But can you eat enough?"
"Yes, yes."
Jiang Beize nodded at the girl, his long eyelashes fluttered, the corners of his mouth raised, and a gentle smile appeared in his clear eyes, as if he was doting on her.
Immediately afterwards, he took the plate and left, while his tablemate waved at him.
Jiang Beize sat down and wiped the head of the chopsticks with a clean handkerchief.
"You don't eat eggplant, don't you?" my deskmate asked in confusion.
"This dish has a lot of soup." Jiang Beize said with a smile.
That afternoon, after his second physical education class, Jiang Beize came out of the equipment room and walked toward the classroom when a sweet voice called him from behind.
Jiang Beize had a good memory and recognized the girl who was cooking behind him at noon. He smiled at her and said, "Hello."
"Hello..." The girl held a lunchbox in her arms and stuffed it into his arms with a shy face.
"I have a cooking class in the afternoon, so I made some eggplant for you to eat. It's a bit cold, I hope you don't mind."
"Thank you, the lunch box looks nice."
He said with a smile, his voice was clean and clear, his eyebrows were crooked as if he were smiling, which made the girl's face blush even more, "You can do it if you like, hey, I can do it for you at noon tomorrow."
"Thank you."
"Nice to meet you, my name is Yang Momo!"
After the girl introduced herself, she covered her face and ran away.
When the slender figure disappeared around the corner, Jiang Beize calmly withdrew his gaze, then walked to the trash can and threw the lunch box in.
His movements were natural, as simple as discarding unwanted trash.
There was no one around, and the classmates had gone back to the classroom. He was the only one walking on the edge of the huge playground, with the breeze in his sleeves.
He didn't see a handsome boy leaning under the mulberry tree diagonally behind him, staring at his retreating back, his brows furrowed.
…
The last class was cleaning. Jiang Beize's task was to wipe the blackboard. He didn't have to wash the rag himself. His classmates had already done it for him. There were even classmates who wanted to wipe the blackboard for him. He smiled and said no. , you have to do it yourself.
The light in the evening was mottled, and the tiny lights mixed with the setting sun in the distance fell together, hitting Jiang Beize's slender figure.
He was not wearing his school uniform when he was wiping the blackboard. He was wearing a pure white shirt with half-rolled sleeves. His long and well-defined joints were inherited from Jiang Beiyuan. He stood on tiptoe slightly and wiped the chalk stains above. The white collar was clean and missing. A hint of dust.
There were several girls standing behind him, looking at his back like crazy.
"He's so handsome and so polite. He even said thank you to me when I handed him the rag just now."
"It's just a little short, 170. It would be nice if it were taller."
"It will definitely grow. My brother grew 10 centimeters when he was 18!"
"Jiang Beize! Get the hell out of here!!"
A rough voice suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere of Class 2 and Six.
(End of chapter)