It is said that among the students of Captain Guo Songtao's class, there were fights over the debate over "whether Yang Mi has stinky feet" and sent classmates to the hospital. It is not known whether the "foot-smelling party" won or the "feet-smelling party" won. .
"Well, I'm busy with my research work, so I don't cook much for myself, and my hands are raw." Lin Yumeng smiled self-deprecatingly, and then gave me a third bowl of broccoli soup with too much cream.
The atmosphere was strange, and we walked out of the school together without saying a word to me on the way, as if we just happened to be on the way.
The class monitor was very busy that day. Either her classmates or the teacher were looking for her. I wanted to say a few words to her alone and ask her what she wanted to talk about when her mother asked me to be a guest, but I never found a suitable opportunity. .
"It doesn't matter," Ms. Lin Yumeng waved her hand, "If you don't like salsa, Ye Lin might like it, so just give it to him."
Tomorrow, his mother will fly back to Shanghai, but Shu Zhe chose this moment to visit his uncle's house. It cannot be ruled out that this is a special arrangement by the squad leader's mother.
"Rather than let you kiss me on the face, I would rather let Xiaoqin be in charge of our class's blackboard newspaper." The squad leader decisively rejected Zhuang Ni's request.
In fact, I don't need to lead the way. I've been running to the squad leader's house a lot during this period. Even the squad leader's neighbors look familiar to me and no longer put on a show of guarding against thieves when they see me like they did at first.
The two people walked in the corridor, but they were not side by side, but kept a certain distance.
Unable to resist the hospitality, I bit the bullet and drank the bowl of broccoli soup in front of me. My throat felt sweet and the cream was too much.
"That's right! Niu Shili, please stop meddling in your own business! What a handsome professor!"
They walked in silence for several blocks, and the classmates of No. 28 Middle School were no longer seen. In front of them was a small temple surrounded by blue-gray walls.
"Mom, the broccoli soup you made seems to have too much cream..."
The squad leader’s mother personally cooked and prepared four dishes and one soup for me, including beef stew with potatoes. It was both meat and vegetable and nutritionally balanced. It really made me feel guilty.
As he said that, he filled a bowl for me, and it became a pair of brothers with the bowl I already had.
Not long after, apart from the students on duty, the monitor and I were the only two people left in the classroom. Both of us seemed to be waiting for the other to go out first.
I noticed something unusual.
Since she started serializing "Cthulhu Also Falling in Love", Xiaoqin has become very busy. She said that she had to go home quickly to draw the manuscript for Chapter 6, so she hurriedly put on her schoolbag and left school.
After escaping from death in Cuisong Mountain, I have matured in many ways. I will never quarrel or even fight for someone who has nothing to do with me again.
After a while, the squad leader came back with the cart. Her eyes lightly glanced at my face. She didn't ask me to come with her, but she didn't jump on the car seat either. Instead, she slowly pushed the cart onto the path...
"My mother is not that naive!" The squad leader gave me a fierce look while keeping the bicycle moving in a straight line.
When I was in the first grade of junior high school, there was a boy in the next class who said that Jackie Chan, whose real name was Fang Shilong, had a chaotic private life and that he was a "sexual intercourse dragon". He even wrote those three words on the blackboard of our class. I was so angry that I threw the blackboard at his head. , looking back now is really childish.
"Okay, okay!" Xiao Qin came up and said excitedly after hearing this, "I will do my best to draw the blackboard poster! And I will definitely do what the leaders like and fill the blackboard with portraits of school leaders!"
During the recess, the students discussed everything. As a senior science fiction enthusiast, Niu Shili started a heated debate with three girls about the Korean TV series "My Love from the Star".
Hearing me talk about this, the squad leader subconsciously looked up at the wall, but he couldn't find the figure of Cat Overlord, which made him a little disappointed.
"Hey, hey, if you don't want to watch it, don't watch it. What do you care about us? Besides, the plot of "Stars" is not important at all. What's important is the cute and stupid heroine and the professor!"
After we started talking, the journey didn't seem so long. We quickly arrived downstairs at the squad leader's house. The squad leader parked his bicycle and walked in front to show me the way.
A few years later, when everyone looks back, it’s all black history, right
"I just found out that my mother invited you to my house..." the monitor said to me.
Shu Zhe is not at home.
The monitor frowned slightly after taking a sip of the golden soup.
The "100 Prohibitions on Intimate Contact between Boys and Girls" seems to stipulate that "the distance between male and female students should not be less than 50 centimeters at ordinary times." I don't know who the class monitor is showing off to now. Is he afraid that the class will be deducted points
stop it! Are you sure school leaders would be happy to find their names tagged underneath sprouting potatoes? Once you are in charge of the blackboard newspaper, Class 3 (3) will always be at the bottom of the blackboard newspaper competition!
As soon as I walked into the living room of the squad leader's house, I smelled a tangy fragrance - if it wasn't my favorite beef stew with potatoes, what was it
"Asshole! How dare you insult my idol! Sisters, let's beat him up!"
I am a mature teenager who will no longer be angered by the words "sex dragon", so I think I should take the initiative.
It's really stupid to have a dispute over your favorite celebrity...
"If the food I cooked today is not delicious enough, don't be ridiculous and eat more!"
Therefore, the pure artistic collaboration between Zhuang Ni and Gong Caicai only ranked third among the six classes. This is also a predictable result.
"Xiao Zhe, he seems to have said something to my mother behind my back. I don't know what topic my mother wants to talk to you about today..."
However, according to the original intention of the school, the blackboard newspaper, especially the blackboard newspaper at the beginning of the third year of junior high school, is prepared to encourage everyone to study hard and prepare for the high school entrance examination. It is best to make everyone change their past mistakes, cry bitterly, and be miserable. It has the effect of hugging the class teacher's thigh and crying "Teacher, what should I do, teacher!"
"Is it really that important to you to be recognized by the vulgar public?" Zhuang Ni said to the monitor with a sneer, "Actually, I can also do what the school leaders want and draw an 'ordinary' version, at the cost of Just let me kiss your face..."
what happened? Why do I feel the malice from this world? Although the monitor’s mother always smiles at me, she doesn’t seem to like me very much!
Today, Xiaoqin is still led by the "Mei Tiao" plan, racking her brains to add stars to the star list. After participating in radio gymnastics, she won another silver star. It is conservatively estimated that as long as she continues Including the fixed silver star income from tomorrow's broadcast of gymnastics, I can save enough five gold stars, which meets my criteria for buying her a mobile phone.
"Hmph, the core setting of "My Love from the Star" is a serious plagiarism from Hollywood's 2007 low-budget science fiction film "The Man from the Earth"! Even the name is imitated!"
Time flew by quickly, and soon it was time to get out of school. I regretted putting all my eggs in one basket. I just wanted to understand the situation with the monitor and did not ask Shu Zhe.
As he spoke, he filled up the bowl I had just emptied at the speed of light, using the extremely sweet broccoli soup of course.
Forget it, just come empty-handed. Anyway, it’s not very honorable to carry a watermelon.
If judged by artistic level, Zhuang Ni's starry sky poster is definitely at the level of a professional painter, more than ten blocks ahead of other classes. Even the few English artistic calligraphy written by Gong Caicai are quite high-end and can be called calligraphy art. Taste.
Because our class's blackboard newspaper failed to rank first, the monitor was a little disappointed.
"Does it taste good?" Lin Yumeng slightly opened her soft eyes, "You drink it so fast! Salsa's father doesn't like it very much. He said that the broccoli soup I made is the best dish I have ever learned. Among them, the most unpleasant dish..."
Is there anything that would be difficult to say in front of Shu Zhe? It’s hard to say it in front of your own son, but you want to say it to me, an outsider
"Aren't you going home?" I shouldered my schoolbag and walked to the back door of the classroom. When I passed the monitor's seat, I looked at her long black hair and asked casually.
When I passed the fruit stall downstairs, I planned to buy a watermelon as a greeting gift, but the class monitor stopped me without negotiation, saying that her mother had clearly said that she would not let me buy anything.
On Thursday, nothing special happened in the school. It was just that the blackboard newspaper drawn by Zhuang Ni and Gong Caicai won the third place in the preliminary evaluation.
That beautiful and friendly smile is hard to refuse.
The three girls joined forces to attack Niu Shili on the head. Although Niu Shili was strong, he was too embarrassed to fight back against the girls, so he had to suffer the consequences of being mute.
"Leave now." The monitor replied casually in a tone similar to mine, then picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom door one behind the other with me.
Wearing very casual home clothes, Ms. Lin Yumeng has her hair in a high bun, and there is no trace of smoke from the kitchen on her body. She still looks noble and elegant, as if the food on the table is conjured by her magic.
"You're so handsome!" Niu Shili's eyes widened, "The male protagonist of "The Star" looks exactly like Xiao Shenyang! And his eyes are not as big as Xiao Shenyang's!"
"Yeah." I didn't know how to respond and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road.
In order to prevent the food from getting cold, I was directly invited to the table. At the four-person dining table prepared for a family of four, I sat opposite the monitor and her mother, and I felt an inexplicable pressure.
When the squad leader went to the bicycle shed to pick up the bike, I waited at the corner of the courtyard wall, where I once acted like a gangster and stopped the squad monitor from letting her ride home. It felt a bit weird.
I followed him from behind, but I didn't follow too closely, as if the squad leader was just going to the bicycle repair shop at the end of the alley to repair his bike, and I happened to be there to do something.
"Have you seen the Cat Overlord here?" I broke the unbearable silence, "That old cat that stood out under your 'hunter halo' for 20 seconds?"
From the current point of view, the only dog that may become the monitor's pet is Obama, and the only cats that may become the monitor's pet are Cat Overlord, the leader of the nearby stray cats, and a cat whose color is very similar to Cat Overlord, and is suspected to be a descendant of Cat Overlord. Kitten (this kitten once broke into No. 28 Middle School and was protected by the squad leader's skirt to avoid being poisoned by the dean).
"Is there anything I need to pay attention to? For example, which celebrity your mother likes, which celebrity she hates, etc. What if I say something bad about a certain celebrity and something unpleasant happens..."