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Fan Chi looked at the backs of the two of them, and said worriedly, "The fight started on the stairs."

Wei Ling: "You are worried about the conflict between them every day, why not write a few more pages."

He clicked on the opponent's desktop, and there were still three major questions unanswered on the page.

...

In the middle of the playground.

Qizheng walked to the track with a blank expression, and then jogged on his own. Lu Chen walked leisurely behind and said, "Don't be angry."

Qizheng refused to talk to him.

But just as he was rounding the curve, the clothes behind him were suddenly pulled, and at some point, the three-foot distance they had maintained was shortened in an instant.

Lu Chen: "Copying homework makes you so angry?"

Qi Zheng said coldly: "Actually, I am very happy now, you can let go."

He is angry that this person looks for her every day!

Lu Chen's hand grabbing the uniform suddenly increased his strength. Qizheng was pulled by this force, caught off guard and staggered a few steps back, and finally frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Ask you."

"And why do I have to answer?" Qizheng said angrily.

"We are at the same table."

"Is that a reason?"

"Isn't it? Then I'll think about it."

Qizheng: "..."

Enough!

Lu Chen stood behind Qi Zheng, because he was half a head taller than Qi Zheng, so when he lowered his eyes, his gaze was directly on the slight protrusion on the back of his neck.

After a few seconds, he let go of his fingers.

Qizheng pulled up the uniform, and said angrily: "No wonder the smartphone was broken by you."

The opponent's strength is indeed not small.

Lu Chen: "I didn't use much strength just now."

He only tried his best to grab the opponent's clothes.

Seeing that Qizheng was about to continue running again, he couldn't help asking: "Why do you always insist on completing the laps?"

Qizheng: "Exercise by the way."

In fact, he doesn't like running much, he just takes the opportunity to stretch his limbs. On weekends, he prefers to stay in the dormitory and read horror novels.

Lu Chen lazily said, "Then I'll find something to do every day, so that you have a chance to exercise, wouldn't it be just right?"

Qizheng stopped for a moment, turned around and sneered a few times: "Do you think everyone wants to be like you, moving bricks every day?"

This area of ​​the playground was immediately filled with low laughter, with obvious laziness.

After 10 minutes, the two finally completed the penalty run, and they just rang the clock when they returned to the classroom.

Wei Ling clapped his hands and said, "Actually, you guys made a fuss against the clock to avoid going to class!"

Qizheng: "Who would be so boring."

Lu Chen: "Me."

Qizheng threw the towel on him after wiping off his sweat, "Next time, change seats and drag your new tablemate to make trouble."

Wei Ling immediately put on a tearful look: "Don't! You have to think for everyone!"

Qizheng raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you his friend, are you also afraid?"

Wei Ling: "I am interceding for other students."

He didn't believe that someone would dare to sit next to Lu Chen!

Lu Chen said with a smile: "I will volunteer to be at the same table with someone again. I believe the head teacher will agree. After all, the school says that different genders should love each other."

He picked up the towel on his body and wiped it on his neck a few times. Qizheng always sweated all over after every penalty run, but he always walked, so he didn't sweat much.

Seeing the other party using it naturally, Qizheng narrowed her eyes and said, "That's my towel."

It is very troublesome to bring clothes to change for the penalty run.

Lu Chen smiled innocently: "Didn't you just lend me by throwing it on me?"

"Then take it back and wash it yourself!" Qizheng said through gritted teeth.

Seeing that they were lending towels to each other in a friendly manner, Wei Ling couldn't help telling the gossip he heard: "Yesterday, I heard from the classmate in the next class that you two were lighting wax and cursing each other when you returned to the dormitory at night."

It was said by a beta from Class Nine, and the tone was very swearing.

Fan Chi knew that Wei Ling was standing in the corridor talking to students from other classes yesterday afternoon, so he said, "But isn't that person Beta? How did you know about Building A and Building O?"

He knew that Wei Ling was standing in the corridor talking to students from other classes yesterday afternoon.

Wei Ling didn't want to get to the bottom of it, he only picked up the interesting part and asked, "So what is the content of your curse?"

Qi Zheng: "Curse him to be killed by the noise from the smartphone in the dormitory."

Yesterday, the person next door sent a message, and after clicking on the photo, there was a brand new smart phone.

Lu Chen said nonchalantly, "Then I'll curse him that there are bitter melons on his dinner plate every day."

Qizheng glanced at him, picked up the pen on the table and continued to solve the problem, since the other party ate his meals anyway.

Wei Ling nodded solemnly: "These two curses are indeed very cruel."

Just horrible!

Fan Chi couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Isn't your brain also cursed?"

Lu Chen: "Wei Ling has been like this since before."

But at the same time, the other party is also a person who can read eyes and scenes. He usually laughs and laughs, and when he should be serious, he is serious.

Qizheng raised his eyes, and said to Wei Ling: "Why don't you light some wax at home, the content should be compiled into a joke book."

Wei Ling nodded: "I'll go back and think about who I want to curse, and I'll ask you for advice another day."

After all, bitter gourd or something might be the scariest spell he has ever heard!

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Two days later, the morning finally came to the first baking class of this semester.

This is a course that the school has added in the past few years. At that time, the official document was issued, saying that the curriculum of the third year of senior high school must add two classes of crafts and baking, so as to cultivate students' versatile talents, or to find interests in them, so as to find out about life. New directions, while also adding different interests.

Wei Ling looked at the raw fish, raw meat and vegetables in front of him, pretending to be in deep thought, and said in a deep tone after a long while: "I can't find any direction in life from this pile of things."

Qizheng picked up a fish-cutter knife, pointed at a golden-yellow fresh fish on the pallet, and said, "Anyway, it's right to cook him well, no one expects to understand anything from it."

The four people in the back row by the window were assigned to the same group, and the teacher of this class happened to be their head teacher.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the school does not have a teacher who specializes in baking, but the head teachers of each class go home and practice a few dishes by themselves to cope with the instructions of their superiors.

Seeing the person next to him raising his hand to make the first cut, Lu Chen said, "You haven't scraped your scales yet."

Qizheng calmly put down the knife and picked up the spatula beside the table.

Fan Chi held the whole box of eggs and was a little dazed: "Master, are there eggs in the dishes assigned to our group?"

Wei Ling: "It's good that you need sweet pepper and green pepper fried tofu."

Qizheng raised his head from the flying scales, and said with a smile on his face, "Steamed eggs with seafood, okay?"

Standing beside him, Lu Chen took a piece of pork onto the table and began to cut it. His posture was extremely leisurely, as if he was about to throw away the knife at any time, and sat down directly on the table.

Looking at his posture and the things he had cut, Wei Ling couldn't help sighing and said, "We should be able to make a table full of Chinese people, so that others can't match it."

The culinary skills of their group must be superb!

Look at the pork under Lu Chen's knife, there are different sizes, some are as big as half a palm, some are as thin as minced meat, and Qi Zheng next door, just scratching a scale made the whole table messy, the fish scales I haven't finished scraping, and I feel that the fish is half rotten.

Fan Chi's eyes were wide open, and he said worriedly, "I feel like everyone is going to run away together later."

"Ms. Ye wouldn't do that! Our homeroom teacher is the number one member of the Wenxu School." Wei Ling was shocked.

Qizheng put the scaled fish on the plate, poured some seasonings on it, and the black and mushy lumps stuck together, making the already crumbled fish look even more horrible.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."

Qizheng looked at the big bowl in his hand and said, "You're not bad either."

What Lu Chen wanted to do was egg fried rice, but he twisted raw pork cubes and egg flowers together.

Seeing his messy operation, Fan Chi said in amazement, "Shouldn't the pork be boiled first and then the eggs scrambled?"

Lu Chen: "Then put it all down and fry for a longer time, and the unfamiliar ones should be cooked."

Qizheng: "Just wait until the eggs are all burnt."

On the other side of the table, Wei Ling rolled up his uniform sleeves to wash the vegetables, but half of the water was splashed on the ground and on the person next door.

Fan Chi only felt that he was standing by the pool, and beside him was a child who was learning to swim, kicking and splashing the water. A few minutes later, he angrily put the seasoning jar on the table, and cursed: "Hey! Calm down Why! Why am I all wet when you wash the dishes!?"

Wei Ling immediately filled a bowl of water and poured it on himself, and smiled brightly at him: "I'm getting wet too!"

Fan Chi: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he was so angry that he almost broke the chopsticks on his hands.

Qi Zheng looked at the two of them with mocking eyes, but the fish in front of him was too horrible to look at.

Lu Chen glanced around the table, then smiled lazily, and said, "It seems that our group of Manchurians will surely amaze the audience."