Among Jiang Cheng's classmates, boys are not particularly handsome, and girls are not particularly beautiful, but just like Gu Fei's feeling when he first saw Jiang Cheng, these people were not here at first glance.
That kind of breath that belongs to ordinary high school students in big cities is so different from everything around.
"My classmate, Pan Zhi, you have seen it. I don't know if you still remember it," Jiang Cheng walked up to him and introduced a few classmates to him. "Find a place to eat something?"
"Well," Gu Fei nodded, "Fry rice cakes."
Jiang Cheng's eyes widened and just wanted to say that he had eaten fried rice cakes in the past two days. Before his mouth opened, Pan Zhi said behind him: "Oh yes, I haven't eaten fried rice cakes for a long time. "
"Yes, fried rice cakes, sugar water rice cakes are also delicious." Li Yuqing also said immediately.
"Let's go," Gu Fei took the bicycle next to him and stepped on it, placing his splint-on leg on the pedals, and the other leg was drawn on the ground. "It's not far."
"Are your legs convenient?" Pan Zhi asked.
"Convenient," Gu Fei said.
"Go." Jiang Cheng greeted him, pretending to come over and help the handlebar, and quickly rubbed his hand.
Gu Fei quickly raised his thumb, and when Jiang Cheng retracted his hand, he stroked the palm of his hand.
After a group of people followed, Gu Fei gave way to the side of the road and listened to them chatting.
Jiang Cheng didn't talk much, but Pan Zhi and those classmates were basically talking about it, mainly reporting the school's various gossips since the beginning of school, and Gu Fei followed along and listened.
"By the way, Cheng'er, his letter to you," Pan Zhi took out a kraft paper envelope from his pocket when talking about their head teacher, "I almost forgot."
"Yeah." Jiang Cheng took it and stuffed it into his pocket.
This class teacher is pretty good too, Gu Fei slowly rowed forward, maybe he could have a fight with Old Xu... Cheng'er
Gu Fei turned his head, just as Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at him, and he narrowed his eyes.
Jiang Cheng tilted his head at him in a daze, and he tilted his head and made a mouth gesture.
After Jiang Cheng reacted to Gu Fei's key points abruptly, he was a little embarrassed at first, but wanted to laugh after thinking about it.
Pan Zhi called him just two, Chenger, grandpa.
The name "Grandpa" is usually used in private communication or in a more exciting context. Cheng'er is his daily name... This is actually nothing, but if Gu Fei is like "Why does he sleep on the bed and not the sofa? Why can't he sleep on the sofa? He was really speechless.
Because he usually manages Pan Zhi is called Pan Zhi.
Why did you call him Pan Zhi and he called you Chenger
Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Fei again. Gu Fei was lowering his head and lighting his cigarette. After feeling his gaze, he turned his head and continued to speak silently.
wtf? ?
Jiang Cheng couldn't hold back his joy.
"Right!" Pan Zhi said next to him, "I almost didn't laugh, and I was almost kicked out after half of the class..."
"Ah," Jiang Cheng replied, "idiot."
He didn't know what Pan Zhi was talking about, anyway, this answer was omnipotent between him and Pan Zhi.
"Hey, did you have a video of your game last time?" Pan Zhi asked again, "Send it to me, now I don't have a chance to play together. Anyway, you can watch it."
"I don't know," Jiang Cheng turned his head and asked Gu Fei, "Is there?"
"Yes," Gu Fei said, "It must be there on the 9th."
"Who is the Japanese?" Pan Zhi asked, and immediately shifted his focus, "Send me a copy?"
"You add me." Gu Fei pressed twice on the phone, and the screen faced Pan Zhi.
"Okay," Pan Zhi immediately took out his mobile phone and scanned the code against the screen, adding Gu Fei's friend, "This is your number? Very... cute."
Jiang Cheng watched them successfully add friends, then Pan Zhigang put the phone in his pocket and was immediately dragged aside by Xu Meng.
"No, no," Pan Zhi whispered, "No, no... I want to go."
"Fuck me?" Jiang Cheng suddenly couldn't bear it. Pan Zhi won't tell Xu Meng now, but after going back...or maybe he won't be able to wait to go back. Xu Meng has come by himself, so I didn't mention it. People may not be able to think of it. Now if people come to ask for it, they will not give a WeChat account.
He turned his head and stared at Gu Fei, suppressing his voice: "whatthe*?"
"Cheng'er?" Gu Fei also suppressed his voice.
"Your uncle Gu Fei, are you five years old?" Jiang Cheng continued to suppress his voice.
"No," Gu Fei said.
The expression on Jiang Cheng's face couldn't be stretched anymore, and he almost burst out his nose with a smile.
"Fuck." He rubbed his nose.
There are many small shops next to the fried rice cake shop. After a group of people sat down, the two girls went out to sweep around, bought a bunch of grilled wings and skewers and came back with drinks.
Gu Fei was sitting at the table, playing with his mobile phone. He and these classmates of Jiang Cheng did not have a common language. These people were very clean, just like Jiang Cheng. The topics they talked about were naive even if they were on the subject. It's so splendid.
Just like Li Yan said, you have a fucking generation gap with your peers. It looks like your classmates are like your son.
However, Jiang Cheng is still different. Jiang Cheng is obviously more mature than Pan Zhi and the others, so there is no gap between them. If they have to say there is, then it is not these gaps.
Jiang Cheng still said very few words. Most of the time, he leaned back in his chair and looked at a few classmates and said, Gu Fei looked at him with a face that didn't even have a lot of expression, only a face with natural disdain. This was the original Jiang Cheng. .
If he hadn't seen Jiang Cheng again, he could hardly imagine that Jiang Cheng had been retired because his relationship with the adoptive family had deteriorated to such an extent that he could not be relieved.
Gu Fei stretched his leg under the table and gently stepped on Jiang Cheng's shoes.
Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at him, his eyes bend slightly, and then turned his face back to look at a few classmates who were chatting and laughing wildly.
This is the current Jiang Cheng, no, this is Jiang Cheng with him.
"Now Niu Xiaoyang is a real cow, and his face is full of sunshine," Pan Zhi said while eating roasted wings. "Oh, when Jiang Cheng is gone, he can squeeze into the top three. That face has its own light source. Every day欻欻Flash."
"Follow him," Li Song said, "Anyway, he doesn't want to, and he won't be able to take your turn. What about that god."
"That's different," Pan Zhi said. "You wait, I have to tell him when I go back, he has to write a letter of thanks to Cheng'er, the kind that is very sincere, and bring a whip."
"Who did you copy for the exam now." Jiang Yan smiled, touched a cigarette and lit it.
"I'm self-reliant now," Pan Zhi sighed. "As soon as the mid-term exam results came out, my dad took me out of my mother's knowledge." (End of this chapter)