At noon, Jing Ci and Li Zhou went to the cafeteria for dinner.
They ran a little slower today, and when they arrived at the cafeteria, there were long queues in front of several windows.
Li Zhou was impatient, and couldn't help it after waiting for a while, and said to Jing Ci: "You wait here first, I'll go to the window to see what dishes are available today."
Jing Ci nodded: "Okay."
Li Zhou pushed aside the people in front and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Que's eyes were sharp, and he saw Jing Ci who was queuing at a glance: "Hey, is that Jing Ci? He came to eat by himself?"
Yingjiao followed his gaze and saw Jing Ci at the end of the line next to him.
He pushed He Porridge who was standing in front of him, and walked towards Jingci.
He Porridge and Peng Chengcheng looked at each other, with a clear smile on their faces: "Hehe, man."
"Alone? Go to my place." Yingjiao pointed in the direction of He Porridge and the others: "You can cook directly."
Jing Ci shook his head and refused: "No, you guys call, or Li Zhou can't find me later."
"It's okay, I'll find someone to watch him for you."
Jing Ci still shook his head.
"What's the matter, little classmate," Ying Jiao chuckled, "Why are you still unfamiliar after holding hands?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, "No, it's not good to jump in line."
Yingjiao was dumbfounded, this little pervert always has a lot of inexplicable persistence.
For example, no jumping in line, no leftovers.
"That's fine," Yingjiao knew he couldn't persuade him, so he stopped doing useless work, and said again: "There are so many people in the cafeteria right now, there will definitely be no place for you when you finish eating, so go to my table to eat?"
Jing Ci thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."
Yingjiao smiled and walked away.
He Porridge has already prepared a meal for him, squid rings, potato stewed beef, salt and pepper shrimp, plus a serving of Shanghai green garlic.
He is fat and has short fingers. He can't take away two dinner plates and two extra bowls of rice. Like a mountain, blocking the window.
The students behind were too angry to speak out, they could only secretly pray in their hearts that he would finish the job soon.
Yingjiao stretched out his long hand, easily passed He Porridge, and picked up the dinner plate: "Let's go."
The dining tables in the provincial experiment are generally tables for four people, and only a few large round tables are placed at the end of the cafeteria.
There are four of Yingjiao and the others, and it's just right to sit at a small table. He Porridge was about to sit down nearby, but Yingjiao didn't stop, and walked straight to the big table behind.
"Brother Jiao, what are you doing?" He looked at Zheng Que.
Zheng Que was also in a daze.
Only Peng Chengcheng glanced back at Jing Ci who was still in line, and was the first to follow.
The cafeteria aunt's cooking speed has been practiced for a long time, and soon, Jing Ji and Li Zhou walked out of the crowd with their plates.
Jing Ci ordered a bibimbap, and Li Zhou ordered a chicken chop with rice, and added two extra braised chicken legs.
"Fuck, there are so many people, there is no place to sit." Li Zhou stood in the aisle with a sad face, worrying: "What's going on? Could it be that we still have to stand to eat?"
Just as Jing Ji was about to speak, when he looked up, Ying Jiao was lazily standing behind, waving at him.
He hesitated for a moment, but turned to Li Zhou and said, "Let's go there."
Li Zhou glanced in the direction he pointed, and almost knocked over the dinner plate by mistake. He just wanted to say that there is nothing wrong with you, but he dared to compete with Yingjiao at the table.
Seeing Yingjiao walking towards them while pressing the phone: "Why so slow?"
Jing Ci said: "There are a lot of people." Following Ying Jiao all the way to the big round table behind.
Li Zhou followed along ignorantly.
His mind was in a mess, thinking about when Jing Ji and Yingjiao had such a good relationship for a while, and trembling for a while thinking that this might be a conspiracy.
Could the school bully be eating and eating, and suddenly put the plate on their heads
He walked to the table and was still awake, so he aimed for a seat and wanted to sit down.
However, before his butt touched the stool, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and when he looked up, Yingjiao was standing beside him, looking at him with a smile.
Li Zhou tilted his hand holding the dinner plate, and the chicken legs on the plate almost fell off. He grabbed the dinner plate in a panic, and sat down at the place farthest from Yingjiao.
Jing Ji wanted to follow him, but Ying Jiao took the plate in his hand: "Where are you going? Sit down."
Jing Ji had no choice but to sit next to Ying Jiao.
He Porridge saw everything in his eyes, and sent Peng Chengcheng a WeChat message under the table with winks—
[Your uncle of the He family]: Fuck, brother Jiao is really a coquettish bunch, have you seen his little tricks just now
[Peng Chengcheng]: ... Hmm.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Do you remember what he said before? 'Just kidding, Jing Ci is a pervert, dad will fall in love with him', now I want to know if his face hurts.
[Peng Chengcheng]: Does he have face
[Your uncle of the He family]: Hahahahahahahaha the show is still your old Peng Xiu!
[Your uncle of the He family]: By the way, I think Jing Ci doesn't seem to be interested in him now. Poor brother Jiao is lonely and cold every day, flirting with him blindly.
[Peng Chengcheng]: Jing Ci: Sao Refusal.
He Porridge had just stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, when he saw Peng Chengcheng's words, he couldn't spit out a mouthful.
Zheng Que was right next to him and was almost affected.
"Your uncle's He Congee!" He held up the plate high and looked at He Congee with distaste: "How many times do you laugh while eating!"
He Porridge managed to swallow the meal, and grabbed Zheng Que's hand: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, let me show you something."
He bowed his head, copied the chat record between himself and Peng Chengcheng, and sent it to Zheng Que.
"Pfft—" Zheng Que didn't hold back, and was suddenly out of breath from laughing. For a while, his quacking sound like a duck echoed throughout the cafeteria.
Yingjiao glanced at them coldly: "Go away if you don't eat."
A few people shut their mouths tightly in an instant, not daring to be presumptuous anymore.
Among the people at the table, Jing Ci eats the most vegetarian food. It's not that he is reluctant to buy meat dishes or something. Although the relationship between Yuanshen and Jing's father is not very good, the monthly living expenses are still sufficient.
It's just that Jing Ci suddenly changed the environment and didn't have much appetite.
He erected the spoon, broke the eggs on top of the rice, and began to bibimbap a little bit in a clockwise direction.
Yingjiao took a look into his bowl and raised his eyebrows: "You only eat this?"
Eat little in the morning, and eat so little at noon, is this little pervert the stomach of a bird
Jing Ci nodded: "Well, this bibimbap sauce is delicious."
"Really?" Ying Jiao chuckled and looked at Jing Ci: "Give me a taste?"
Jing Ci is not a stingy person, let alone just a little sauce. The stone pot was a little hot, and he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, so he turned his body to show Yingjiao to take it easy.
Yingjiao digs some sauce out of his bowl with complacency, and pushes his plate towards Jingci: "Come and taste mine."
Jing Ci shook his head: "No need."
"It's okay, let's have a few bites." Yingjiao ruthlessly dumped the pot on He Porridge: "I can't finish eating so much, He Porridge is too much for me."
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge glanced at him speechlessly.
Yingjiao has a lot of problems. When eating, he needs at least four dishes, and he has to add an extra soup. When did he play too much? ! Isn't it just playing according to his usual amount? !
Jing Ci refused, but finally took a few shrimps from Yingjiao's dinner plate and left.
He Congee was heartbroken, and secretly sent a WeChat message under the table—
[Your uncle of the He family]: Old Peng, you said that I told Brother Jiao now to ask him to give me the food that he can't finish, what would his reaction be
He originally wanted to send a private chat, but accidentally sent it to a small group of four people.
He Porridge didn't notice, and while eating, he secretly glanced at his phone and waited for a reply.
Coincidentally, the two had just had a private chat, and Peng Chengcheng didn't look carefully, nor did he notice that it was not a private chat, but a group chat.
[Peng Chengcheng]: Do you want to die
[Your uncle of the He family]: No, don't you think he looks like a peacock with its tail open now? I can't stand him anymore!
[Peng Chengcheng]: Hasn't he always had this style
[Your uncle of the He family]: Hahahahahaha, you are a sensible person.
Yingjiao glanced at his phone while eating, and when he saw the new news, he immediately sneered and freed up one hand to type quickly—
[Proud]: Oh
The spoons of He Congee and Peng Chengcheng fell to the dinner plate with a bang.
"Damn it!" He Porridge was so frightened that he was sweating and frantically wanted to withdraw the message, but it was timed out and he couldn't withdraw it.
"You idiot," Peng Chengcheng was about to pee, and growled at He Porridge: "Don't you know in the group?"
"It's dead, it's dead..." He Porridge burst into tears.
Jing Ji didn't know what happened at all, he looked at Yingjiao and He Porridge, with a look of bewilderment.
Yingjiao looked at He Porridge with a smile: "Can I hold a funeral for you?"
"No, no, no." He Porridge wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his head to eat embarrassingly, and didn't dare to act like a demon again.
After lunch, Jing Ci and Li Zhou went back to the classroom, while Yingjiao went to the bathroom to smoke.
"Hey, Brother Jiao," He Porridge looked around and looked around for no one, and leaned in front of Yingjiao: "Your family, what are you going to do?"
Yingjiao bit his cigarette holder and said indifferently, "An eye for an eye."
He Porridge thought for a moment, and understood instantly. He laughed loudly: "This guy who is forced to take the 211 exam is going to have his tail up to the sky. Those who didn't know thought he was the provincial champion. I think he's doing it behind his back this time." What will he do if his classmates and teachers find out about those shitty things!"
Peng Chengcheng exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, with a bit of cruelty on his expressionless face: "Shall I break his leg?"
"Old Peng, don't be so violent, what do you mean by beating and killing all day long?" He Porridge covered his mouth and smiled sinisterly: "Let's not beat him, so as not to cause trouble for Brother Jiao. Physical pain is nothing, It must hurt him from the heart!"
Zheng Que glanced at his fat and white face, and gave a thumbs up: "It's my fat brother who is ruthless."
"Zheng Que, my uncle!" He Porridge jumped up and gave Zheng Que a slap: "Why don't you call me fat brother again?!"
The two immediately started fighting in the toilet.
Yingjiao finished smoking a cigarette, put the cigarette end on the concrete platform, let out a breath slowly, and greeted them: "Let's go."
He Congee and Zheng Que pulled out of the toilet.
A few people wandered all the way to the door of class seven, and when they entered, Yingjiao's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He looked down at his collar, and then slowly turned half of the collar inside.
His movements were concealed and quick, and Zheng Que didn't see them, but he kindly reminded him after spotting them out of the corner of his eye: "Brother Jiao, your collar is tucked in."
He Porridge had seen Yingjiao's little tricks a long time ago, and because of the lesson learned at noon, he secretly rolled his eyes and didn't say a word. He didn't expect to be yelled out by Zheng Que, a second idiot.
He dragged Zheng Que inside: "Let's go, brother Jiao's collar is none of your business!"
Zheng Que is a straight steel man with a very low desire to survive, and he doesn't accept He Piao's affection at all. Hearing this, he yelled angrily: "Old He, what do you mean? Why is it none of my business? We are all brothers, Let me remind you..."
His voice was loud and penetrating. As soon as he uttered his voice, half of the class looked up.
Yingjiao turned to him with a smile: "Brother, can you shut up?"
Zheng Que's voice stopped abruptly, and he nodded in a daze.
"Old Zheng, why don't you take care of yourself." He Porridge sighed and pushed him back to his seat pityingly.
Jing Ci was reading an Olympiad book on his seat, which he asked Li Zhou to help bring from outside a few days ago.
As soon as he touched mathematics, he didn't know there was an earthquake outside, so he didn't notice at all that his flirtatious deskmate came back and was about to do some flirtatious things.
"Where are you reading?" Ying Jiao leaned over and said something.
Jing Ci didn't look up, but nodded in response.
Yingjiao didn't give up until he reached his goal. He turned his eyes, put his slender index finger on Jing Ci's forehead, and lifted it up: "It's so close, be careful of myopia."
This time, Jing Ci completely woke up from the world in the book.
He tilted his head away from Yingjiao's hand, and just about to say it's okay, his eyes fell on his collar, and he paused suddenly.
Yingjiao noticed his expression and curled his lips slightly. Shameless and righteous, he said: "I just want to remind you, you can continue to read, I won't bother you."
However, Jing Ci couldn't see it at all.
His mind was full of his half-tucked collar.
He kept reminding himself in his heart that tidiness and untidyness are the freedom of others, and he should not meddle in their own business.
However, the asymmetrical collar kept dangling in his mind, even if he tried to numb himself with mathematics.
He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and turned to Yingjiao.
Yingjiao looked at him frowning, struggling, and hesitating, holding back a smile in his heart, pretending to be a normal person on the surface: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"
"Your collar," Jing Ci pointed at his neck, "it's stuffed inside."
"Huh?" Yingjiao pretended to be surprised, and raised his hand to straighten things out: "Are you ready?"
Jing Ji stared at the collar that was getting more and more messed up by him, and shook his head: "It's not that side, it's the other side, just turn the collar out."
Yingjiao nodded, and fiddled a few more times: "Is that so?"
"No," Jing Ji finally couldn't stand it anymore, reached out and turned the collar out for him, and straightened it carefully again.
Yingjiao looked down at him earnestly arranging his clothes, the corners of his mouth curled up higher and higher.
From behind, He Porridge pointed at them with a toothache all over his face, and said to Zheng Que, "Did you see it? Do you know where I went wrong?"
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que was dumbfounded as Yingjiao tricked Jingci into arranging his clothes for him. It took a long time before he came back to his senses in a daze.
"The dog sits at home, the food comes from the sky, Sao is still my proud brother Sao."
The author has something to say: Small theater, Yingjiao: Look at my collar, it is always mischievous and disobedient...
Zheng Que: What's wrong with me? ! Ain't the fuck am I for bro? ! I'm such a miserable man...