At lunch time the next day, on a dining table in a middle school. Nan Weiwei's gleaming eyes kept traveling around the same table.
Latent Wheat put down his chopsticks, frowned and asked, "Do I have such a beautiful meal? You can be full just by looking at me?"
Nan Weiwei was choking gracefully, and she coughed slightly before she came back: "Don't tell cold jokes while eating."
"Very normal Chinese words, where is it cold? Where is the joke?"
Nan Weiwei had seen the true energy of this tablemate, and waved her hand hurriedly: "It's not cold, it's not cold, it's not cold at all."
But I was always curious: "I heard that during the self-study class yesterday, during the kung fu when I was called by the music teacher, you created a brand new theory of potential cost?"
"Nothing. It's okay to take a pen to do the math." Speaking of this, Latent Wheat gritted his teeth. Didn't Peng Chen promise that he would come forward and make it clear? He didn't realize that he was connected with Shen Zhou and Yu Shoubin. Said it was because she didn't want to affect her study and didn't want the students who asked for questions to lose blood from their wallets, so they had to stop the question and discussion during class time, Yunyun. Now the girls in class (10) look at their eyes, that hate, it looks like they have robbed their husband. The charm of F3 seems to be really big. Now as soon as she appears in the area of the second grade, there will be girls whispering behind her.
Nan Weiwei sighed: "Don't say it, this theory is pretty real, otherwise it won't spread so quickly. Just in the corridor, I also heard a teacher say that if all the students in the school race against time like you With the cost of learning, every one of those schools can be promoted to Tsinghua University and Peking University..."
"You are gloating, don't you?" Qian Mai gave her a hard look and tried to add food.
"No, no." Nan Weiwei denied repeatedly. Glancing at the entrance of the canteen, Liu Feipeng craned his neck and looked around, hurriedly standing up and beckoning: "Here."
Liu Feipeng's hands were full of food, and he walked over and carefully observed Qian Mai's face: "Don't be angry, Mai Mai. I have been wronged these past two days. Look, I am tortured and there is a fish at noon. There is meat. Let’s eat and be full. When the water comes to cover, the soldiers come to block, and the girls who are chewing their tongues are beaten up."
Sure enough, there are braised octopus and braised pork ribs on the grid fast food box. Qianmai's depression was instantly driven away by his solemnity: "Don't spend so much money, these are very expensive."
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's finally sunny." Liu Feipeng's heart fell heavily, and he let out a long sigh: "I brought dried radish this week, just opened it, try it soon. You said it was too spicy before, and I told you My mother said, this year, I only put a little chili pepper."
"I'm just a little disappointed, why are the people in the key classes of the key middle school like this. Boys like to play yin, girls like to chew, just like rural uncles and aunts." So far, Qianmai's mood has all returned to normal, pointing to the golden color on the table. Dried radish said to Nan Weiwei, "Try it. The dried radish made by Liu Feipeng's mother is a must, and it's delicious."
Nan Weiwei was dubious, stretched out her chopsticks, held a small piece, put it into her mouth and chewed carefully. Gradually, he chewed faster, and he kept praising: "It's really delicious, the skin is tender and the meat is crispy, and the fragrance is delicious. It turns out that the farmer’s food is so delicious, no wonder you refuse to eat in the cafeteria."
Look, this is the logic of the princess. However, this is a lovely princess.
Hearing others praise their mother's craftsmanship, Liu Feipeng and You Rongyan said, "If you like to eat, I will bring more next week."
Nan Weiwei nodded and said hello, and asked Liu Feipeng carefully what other farm dishes were delicious. Qianmai turned his head quickly and looked around. Seeing strange girls at the tables behind him, he turned his head suspiciously. This was the case several times and three times, which made Liu and Nan very strange.
"what's wrong?"
"I always feel that someone is staring at me." Qianmai replied.
"Isn't it? The girls in the latter part don't seem to be in the second grade." Liu and Nan explained, both thinking that Qianmai was too precautionary and sensitive in these two days.
"There must be someone. My sixth sense has always been accurate."
"Hey, seeing those three people make you so nervous, I really want someone to fix them." Liu Feipeng said.
Nan Weiwei sneered: "If it's you, just save it, just hit the rocks with the pebbles."
Liu Feipeng disagrees: "There is a mountain beyond the mountain, and there is a sky beyond the sky. One day there will be an expert."
Nan Weiwei complained: "Didn't you get to know them very well? Why are you starting to rebel now?"
Liu Feipeng said: "Who are we with whom, but the old class (7) came out together."
Nan Weiwei smiled and nodded: "If you still have a conscience. Wheat, if you love money so much, then take out the spirit of hanging beams and thorns, work hard, win their bonus once, and sweep their prestige. "
Liu Feipeng actively followed up: "Yes, yeah, let's cheer for you."
Nan Weiwei once again tempted: "What's the use of shouting and cheering? We wheat like to come for real. Money, if wheat wins, I will pay a hundred."
Liu Feipeng hesitated for a moment: "I don't have that much money, ten yuan, I will pay ten yuan."
"Cut. You sing double reeds to play with me." Qian Mai ate braised pork ribs in his mouth, half-squinted to question, and caught a glimpse of three tall boys walking out of the cafeteria in front of him. The culprit, Peng Chen, glanced back here, and suddenly felt that those long legs were very "pretentious", clenched his chopsticks and murmured: "It looks like a good fight."