Qing Ben Jiaren how to attack

Since that day, Fan Dashen's self-esteem has been severely hit, so he has ignored Qiao Cheng for several days.

As the college entrance examination approached, those who were least willing to read books also began to embrace Buddha's feet, and Mencius Fan was one of them.

In the school library, Meng Zifan was sitting alone in a corner with a cup of instant coffee in front of him. He took a sip and stared at the textbook intently. He didn't know where his thoughts were going. Suddenly a tissue was handed over, which really scared him. With a jump, I looked up and saw someone I didn't recognize, thinking that I must have admitted the wrong person.

Ignore him and continue to read the book. The other party seems to be very stubborn, with his hand stretched out like that, and he looks up suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Since the other party's back was facing the sun, he couldn't see his face clearly at all. He pointed to the corner of his lips and raised the tissue in his hand.

Meng Zifan smiled knowingly, took the tissue, "Thank you." He wiped the corners of his lips.

"Isn't it advisable for me to sit next to you?"

"Of course not!" He moved the book in his hand to make room for him to sit on.

Sitting next to him unceremoniously, "You are Meng Zifan."

"You know?" His tone should be very sure.

"The god-level character of No. [-] Middle School is the first homosexual recognized by the principal. Who wouldn't know?"

"Hehe, that scar on your face is quite individual!" Meng Zifan stared at his face fiercely.Scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, he thought he really didn't mind anymore, but now that someone mentions homosexuality, he still feels a little unnatural.

"Ha ha."

"By the way, are you from No.[-] Middle School? It's very unfamiliar."

"I'm not from the No. [-] Middle School, will I appear here? The guards of the No. [-] Middle School are not vegetarians."

"Yes, then why haven't I seen you?"

"Fuck, your memory is too bad. Forgot who picked up your phone when you dropped it?"

"Oh! I remembered, what happened to Class [-] of Senior High...Let me think about it."

Meng Zifan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason, so he shook his head in desperation.

"Duan You, I knew you couldn't remember, don't forget this time." In fact, it wasn't that Meng Zifan didn't remember, but he didn't tell him at that time, because he didn't like him at that time, why? Tell him your name, Duan Youcai is not in the habit of casually disclosing his information to strangers.

Now she lied to him just to find a reason to strike up a conversation.

"Duan You? I don't remember it!" He, Meng Zifan, has been in No. [-] Middle School for two and a half years, so why has he never heard of this name.

Although it was strange, but after thinking about it, I had nothing to deceive him.

"I seldom come to school, and I usually ask for leave. I can't stay in school for a few days in a semester."

"..." What the hell is he asking for leave?Just drop out of school.

The two chatted one after another, and suddenly in the afternoon, they didn't stop until Meng Zifan's stomach sang against him.

Duan You suggested, Meng Zifan agreed, and the two decided to eat hot and sour noodles outside the school.

Meng Zifan held the powder in one hand, stuck out his tongue, and kept fanning his mouth with the other hand, yelling indistinctly, "It's so spicy."

"Ah! Give me water!"

Looking at Meng Zifan's cute appearance, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, handed over the water, and watched him drink most of the bottle of mineral water with pride, then put the bottle on the table heavily, and shouted "It's so cool!" !”, very contented.

"Hey, let me tell you, Xiaoyou, how did you find this hot and sour noodle shop? It's so spicy!" Looking at the sign in front of the shop, "It's so spicy", is it from Sichuan?No wonder it's so spicy.

"..." Doesn't he think the name Xiaoyou is too childish?Forget it, let him this time, "I discovered it by accident, I feel good, so I eat here often."

"Then you take me with you next time?"

It's so cool, it's really memorable.

"No problem." He was really looking forward to it, pointing to his bowl, "Drink the soup, the essence of this hot and sour powder is in this soup!"

"Really?" Picked up the bowl, looked at it, just looking at it was pretty good, no longer hesitated, drank the soup into the stomach "gulu gulu", and finally burped loudly.

"How is it? Not bad!"

"Indeed, next time you come, you must bring me with you!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring you here!"

He admits that he is indeed a foodie, but it is only about food. He has no talent for DIY.