A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

There are no toilets in the teaching building of No. [-] Middle School.

There is only one not-so-luxury toilet building in the whole school, at the end of the playground.

The inspiration of a human soul engineer at the time was this: the farther the toilet is, the less time people go to the toilet, and the more time to study.

Where is there any genius in this world, they just compress three times a day to the toilet into one a day.

This is Zhou Cheng's third time going to the toilet today, he is nestled in the small space and doesn't know what to say.

"Yes." Song Zhiyu agreed casually.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Zhou Cheng suspected that Song Zhiyu didn't listen to himself carefully.

"Hmm... I heard."

"Wait... I gave you two more pears." There was a noisy background sound on the other end of the phone from the very beginning, and Song Zhiyu's voice gradually disappeared from near to far.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Jiang Chun anxiously knocked on the toilet door...

"Are you ready?" he asked again.

There was already the sound of "crashing" from the next door, but there was no movement from Zhou Cheng.

At this moment, the impatient Jiang Chun failed to urge him again, because the door of the toilet next door opened in response.

There is a hole in the door, and Zhang Yongxiang is standing on the hole.

……

"Hello? Hello? Are you still there?" Zhou Cheng's voice came from a lonely mobile phone on the fruit stand.

"Auntie gave it to you. When you go home, boil water with rock sugar and pears and drink it. Keep it safe when you cough! Every time my Chun'er coughs, I make it for him."

"Need not."

Song Zhiyu thought about it, and out of politeness, he added: "Thank you, I hate pears, auntie."

Auntie's smile froze.

"Haha, my family's Chun'er says it's very delicious, and I'm always arguing for it. Really, you can buy two and try it." Auntie smiled awkwardly.

"I'll die if I eat pears."

Auntie finally shut up completely.

Song Zhiyu unhurriedly picked up the phone, and a voice could not wait to come from inside: "Why are you coughing? Is it important?"

"It's just a cold. Why haven't you hung up yet?" Song Zhiyu spoke with a buzzing nasal voice, which was a little cute.

"I... I'm afraid you'll be upset that I didn't give the note to Mr. Tang..." Zhou Cheng hesitated.

Song Zhiyu sighed, and said: "It's okay to say everything, you carefully persuaded me not to make a small report, it really made me feel like I am the big villain..."

"He has promised me that he will concentrate on his studies and stop bullying others. Besides...he lost his father a long time ago, and his mother relies on selling fruit to support him in school. My aunt doesn't know about this yet..." Zhou Cheng hesitated Said.

"It's so miserable." Song Zhiyu sighed symbolically.

"If you can talk to Teacher Zhang, things may turn around..."

"Understood, don't tell me about big shit in the future." Song Zhiyu hung up the phone impatiently, and the itch that had been suppressed in his throat burst out instantly. "

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"There are so many fucking friends..." Song Zhiyu cursed while coughing.

"Dong dong dong!" The toilet door was knocked again.

"Don't knock!" Zhou Cheng was inexplicably unhappy, and he even regretted why he agreed to Jiang Chun's plea.

"Is there anything you can't say to me face to face?" As soon as the majestic voice came out, the boy opposite was trembling with fear.

Zhou Cheng opened the door, and first saw Jiang Chun, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face from his beating.

Standing behind Jiang Chun was Zhang Yongxiang who was a head taller than him.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang." Zhou Cheng greeted him respectfully.

"Okay, have you learned how to threaten your classmates? Are you still openly playing with your mobile phone in school?" Zhang Yongxiang snatched the mobile phone from Zhou Cheng's hand.

"I don't have one." Zhou Cheng blinked innocently.

"That's right, we were playing secretly." Jiang Chun had hidden behind Zhou Cheng at some point.

"Learn to rebel, right? Go to the office with me and have a good talk!" Zhang Yongxiang led Zhou Cheng and Jiang Chun out of the toilet in full view.

"Fortunately, it's your mobile phone." Zhou Cheng said happily to Jiang Chun.

"My honor, brother." Jiang Chun dejectedly followed at the end.

But Hou Wanqiang missed all this because Laxiang was too focused.When he walked out contentedly, the building was already empty.

"Why is it me who misses the total tomato!"

……

……

the next day.

Song Zhiyu came to school at [-]:[-], a little earlier than usual.

As soon as he entered the door, the first person he saw was Zhou Cheng.Zhou Cheng standing on the podium was overjoyed when he saw Song Zhiyu.

"You're here!"

"Yeah." For some reason, Song Zhiyu felt that Zhou Cheng looked at him a little strangely, with a hint of embarrassment mixed with happiness.

"There is breakfast I brought for you on the table, remember to eat it." Zhou Cheng told Song Zhiyu on the podium now.

"Well……"

Song Zhiyu returned to his seat, and the messy books were tidied up and placed on the corner of the table; the test papers that were piled up under the quilt were also neatly suppressed, and placed in folders by category.

There was only a bowl of packaged wontons in the belly of the table, with a layer of red chili oil floating on it.

Song Zhiyu was a little happy, but then he thought it must be because of what happened to Jiang Chun yesterday, Zhou Cheng wanted to please himself, and he felt a little tight in his chest.

"Cough cough."

The wind blew yesterday, and I immediately caught a cold and coughed at the right time.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Cheng on the podium gestured anxiously at him.

Song Zhiyu shook his head.

"By the way, what are you doing standing on the podium all this time? Come down quickly, Fatty Dahai is coming soon."

Zhou Cheng froze for a moment, hesitated for a while in front of the podium, hesitated and didn't say anything, so he simply cut off eye contact with Song Zhiyu, and began to stare at the scenery outside the window.

Of course, there is no intention of stepping down from the podium.

"I don't know what the hell is going on."

Song Zhiyu casually messed up the neatly packed desk, stuffed the classified test papers back into the belly of the desk, and then opened the packaging box of wontons contentedly.

I took a sip of soup.

Hot, spicy, and, as always, MSG dumped.

"Lingling, ringing, ringing—" Chen Duling let go of his voice and began to roar, Zhang Zhipeng stuck in the class.

Pang Haihai and Zhang Laoxiang filed in.

"Come down quickly!" Song Zhiyu kindly reminded Zhou Cheng, but unexpectedly, the kid turned his head aside in embarrassment and didn't look at him at all.

"Teacher, I want to turn on the computer." Zhou Cheng said to Zhang Laoxiang.

"Give it to him."

Li Shu ran up to the podium in a desperate manner.

Zhou Cheng first opened a PPT from the USB flash drive, and then took out a piece of paper folded squarely from his pocket.

What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?Song Zhiyu didn't think too much about it, and quickly stuffed a spoonful of wontons into his mouth while no one was paying attention.

Zhou Cheng turned over the paper in his hand, it was a composition paper with red grids.

The red is very red, as red as the chili oil in Song Zhiyu's bowl.

There were rustlings all around, except for Song Zhiyu who concentrated on drinking wontons, everyone else was also busy with their own affairs.

Zhang Laoxiang nodded to Zhou Cheng, and Zhou Cheng nodded to Zhang Laoxiang in response.

Song Zhiyu took the opportunity to stuff another mouthful of wontons, it's really spicy!

"Ahem!" Zhou Cheng cleared his throat.

[Click to start the slide show. 】

"Dear student Song Zhiyu, I'm sorry for you—"

"!!!"

"puff--"

Facing Zhou Cheng's sudden wail, Song Zhiyu had no time to react, and was almost out of breath from the spicy wonton in his mouth.

"Teacher, Song Zhiyu sprayed me with fruit juice!" Zhang Zhipeng stood up in front of him, splashing a little spicy oil on his clothes. 【Note】

【Click to switch slideshow】

Impressively written on it: Self-criticism——Grade 52 Class [-], Zhou Cheng, student number [-].

Zhou Cheng changed his mournful tone before, and began to narrate calmly.

"Although the wind is sunny, the air is still mixed with the cold breath of winter. First of all, because of the cold weather, I drank a few cups of hot water in the morning, which caused me to go to the toilet too often. For this, I sincerely apologize. "

"Of course, this is not the main mistake I made. I should never have done it. I should not have gathered with a senior in the second year of high school to play with mobile phones in the toilet pit. Last but not least, I should not have gotten carried away , took the opportunity to insult and threaten my classmate, that is, my deskmate—Song Zhiyu.”

"Student Song Zhiyu, I have 1 sorry to say to you. Finally, I once again express my sincerest apology to you, and I sincerely hope to obtain your forgiveness. Sincerely, salute."

【Click to end the show】

"WordArt: Thank you for watching!"

Zhou Cheng finally dared to look directly at Song Zhiyu in the audience, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Zhiyu was still struggling with the life and death of being stuck in his throat by breakfast, and there was also a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

"Is this the end?" Zhang Yongxiang asked coldly.

"It's over." Zhou Cheng replied honestly.

"Is this [-] words?" Zhang Yongxiang pressed.

"No." Zhou Cheng replied.

"Do you want me to say something and you answer it?"

"No."

"Have you felt his apology?" Zhang Yongxiang turned his head and asked Song Zhiyu.

"Is this review written specifically to humiliate me?" Song Zhiyu greeted Zhou Cheng and Zhang Laoxiang vigorously in his heart, but nodded meekly on the surface.

"But I don't think it's enough!"

"Think again tomorrow!"

"You kill me!" Song Zhiyu wailed in his heart.

Zhou Cheng returned to his seat in desperation under the gaze of the whole class, and secretly looked at Song Zhiyu from the corner of his eye.

"Wonton... Are the wontons delicious?"

"You... Hello..." Song Zhiyu calmed down his heart, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

"Who wrote it?"

"Jiang Chun, he said that he has experience in this matter." Out of the corner of his eyes, Zhou Cheng saw Song Zhiyu's uneasy expression, and quickly added: "I know Jiang Chun is unreliable, so I asked the Son of Heaven to polish it up. "

"What good things can he say. By the way, when did you get so familiar?"

"Haha." Zhou Cheng tried to avoid this topic, but it couldn't be said that it was because they texted and scolded each other every day.He was reluctant to let Song Zhiyu know his uncivilized side.

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you today." Song Zhiyu grabbed a handful of test papers and began to struggle hard.

Sure enough, Song Zhiyu didn't talk to Zhou Cheng all morning, but just lowered his head to do the test paper.

"Cough, cough, cough..." After working on the test paper all morning, I also coughed in the morning.

"Have you taken the medicine?" Zhou Cheng felt distressed.

"Don't eat, get out."

……

At noon, Jiang Chun took advantage of his lunch break to visit Class [-], Senior One.

"Bean sprouts...cough...is Song Zhiyu here?" He leaned on the door frame and asked aloud.

"Not here." Song Zhiyu didn't raise his head.

"Brother!" Jiang Chun ignored Zhou Cheng's "silence" gesture, and greeted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a wad of waste paper from his pocket.The paper was flattened by him clumsily.

It is a piece of red grid composition paper.

Jiang Chun took a deep breath, ready to brew emotions.

"Wait!" Song Zhiyu stopped in time. He took out a bottle of quick-acting heart-relief pills from his pocket, poured out a few pills, and took it.

"Please start your show."

"Dear Junior Song Zhiyu, I...I'm sorry for you——"

The author has something to say:

[Note] I saw this sentence in the online drama Genius J. This drama, Amway, tells the story of high IQ high school students saving the world? 【error】

The fact that the school that complained at the beginning only built one toilet building is real. I used to be like this in junior high school. I had to go through a playground to go to the toilet, which was very mentally handicapped.

What's more, I will go home on the [-]th for the holiday, and from the [-]th, I will move towards the goal of daily updates!