Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Cheng Du seems to be quite mysterious.

He is the one who represents the school every time, but it is always his instructor and class teacher who receives the award.Every year, he is the most popular student representative who gives a report on the rostrum, but every time it is his class monitor, Tan Yuan, who actually takes the stage.

Fang Zhimo once wondered whether this person had pockmarks all over his face, or lacked eyes and a bridge of nose, but he didn't expect that he was such a delicate and handsome little spectacles.

The small glasses seemed to see the doubts in his heart, pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose awkwardly, and turned his gaze back quickly.

At the same time, Fang Zhimo, who was hurt by Xueba's [-] points of disregard, also turned his head and pouted slightly.

What, Xueba is amazing.

For a while, neither of the two people talked to each other anymore.

The fan above his head was still creaking, and the student representatives on the stage were still singing votes slowly. Cheng Du raised his eyes to look at the orthographic characters written behind his name on the blackboard, and sighed softly in his heart.

He is a naturally dull and rigid person, with a serious and dull face, and a pair of old school glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a staid atmosphere that is different from his peers.

His comfort zone is a bit different from others. Ordinary people like to be in groups, but he likes to be alone. Ordinary people like to make contributions, but he likes to be plain and idle.

But the strange thing is that no matter what he thinks in his heart, there are always people who like to recommend him to do something.

The teachers like to appoint him to be the class leader, and the classmates like to recommend him to be the leader, but only he knows that he doesn't like the feeling of being nominated, although the people who nominate him have good intentions, for him , are just putting him on the battlefield.

For him, the most relaxed and natural state is to be unofficial and light.

But the more he desires to be alone, the more people around him oppose him. He is constantly recommended by classmates in various interest groups and extracurricular cram schools, and even becomes a sharp weapon for schools to compare each other and compete for fame and fortune. .

Looking back at the expectations of society and teachers from this standpoint, Cheng Du felt that life was the greatest kindness to him, as ordinary and ordinary as before.

While in a trance, the old class has already begun to announce the list of candidates for this school year: "Okay, then after the recommendation of the students, the monitor of this class will be Qin Yuan, the deputy monitor Tan Xiaobo, the study committee member Cheng Du, the discipline committee member Fang Zhimo, and the organization committee member. Committee member Zhang Lin, cultural and entertainment committee member Zhang Qianni...everyone applauds and welcomes. Next, let’s invite the squad leader to speak on stage.”

"Why me again? Is there no one else in the class?"

Fang Zhimo propped his chin, looked at the orthographic characters behind his name, clicked his tongue impatiently, and seeing Cheng Du turned his head in surprise, he blinked innocently and said, "Why, you can't even talk to yourself? "

"No, you're right."

Cheng Du opened his mouth for the first time, and quickly turned back.

How... how?

What did that mean just now?

Fang Zhimo was stunned by Cheng Du's inexplicable words, and just about to ask, he suddenly saw a black shadow flying towards his nose, which seemed to be too fast to cover his ears.

Fang Zhimo subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and the thing hit his hand with a slap, and then bounced and rolled on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, it was a ball of paper.

Fang Zhimo glanced at the direction from which the ball of paper flew, a little fat man was winking at him, pointed to the ball of paper on the ground, and gestured to open it.

Fang Zhimo leaned over to pick up the ball of paper and opened it. It was a secret letter, writing: Don't leave after school, let's have a barbecue together (new semester, let's celebrate, don't tell the teacher)!

Fang Zhimo turned his head and looked at the fat man with thick head and thick head sitting in the last row.

This man was called Tan Xiaobo, and he was in the same class as Cheng Du before, and he was bold and generous.This time he was elected as the deputy squad leader, so he naturally wanted to treat the folks to a meal, and by the way, shorten the distance between the new class cadres, which will also facilitate future work.

In fact, it can be seen from here that this small class of 27 is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. This little fat boy already knows how to eat, drink, and form cliques when he is only in the fifth grade. His future future is really limitless.

Seeing Fang Zhimo looking at him, the chubby little fat man grinned at him, showing two fangs, then took out the slingshot, and slapped another ball of paper that he had prepared a long time ago onto Cheng Du's forehead.

The ball of paper played so well, it bounced on the back of Cheng Du's head, then bounced to the partition of the back table, and then bounced into Cheng Du's desk impartially.

Talent.

Fang Zhimo stared dumbfounded, thinking that this wave of operations is simply superb, and the Olympic Games does not hold a slingshot competition, I am afraid that this talent has really been humiliated.

Cheng Du opened the note, looked at Tan Xiaobo helplessly, and sighed.

"Hey, Fatty Tan is here again? Where's Shuai Tan?"

The owner of the barbecue stall smiled and rolled his eyes when he saw the little fat man in the lead.

Tan Xiaoshuai was referring to Tan Yuan, and the nearby bosses often teased that their appearance was the same as their surnames, that one was wider and the other narrow.

"Old Wang, you are wrong. Why am I fat and he is handsome?" Tan Xiaobo said unconvinced, "If I reduce it, I will definitely be much more handsome than him!"

When the nearby bosses heard the words, they couldn't help laughing, and laughed on their backs.

Just as I was talking, a tall man with a schoolbag appeared at the right time, and smiled at the owner of the barbecue stall: "Old Wang, you are so right. The old rules, two tables, all the skewers are the same for two!"

"Okay! Find a seat and sit up!" The owner of the barbecue stall responded readily, waving the big brush.

The stall is the most common mobile barbecue stall outside. When two tables are put together, it becomes a big table. A dozen or so children sit in a circle, sitting next to each other, talking and laughing all the time. Crowded.

"Hey, Little Fatty Tan, why did you have a wave of new faces this year?" The owner of the barbecue stall chatted with Tan Xiaobo familiarly.

"That's right, we've re-divided into classes, and these are my new classmates! Oh yes, there are still old faces, this is Cheng Du, you know him." Tan Xiaobo said cheerfully.

The boss turned around enthusiastically when he heard the words, took a look at Cheng Du, his face was angry, and then teased: "Yo, this kid knows that he has good grades just by looking at it."

Cheng Du pushed his glasses, nodded slightly to the boss, and then turned his head quickly.

The boss suddenly put on a cold face, smiled awkwardly, and continued to chat with Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo.

Seeing this situation, Fang Zhimo couldn't help being happy.

This person is interesting.

"Hey, Cheng Du, is that over with your family?" Tan Yuan and Cheng Du were in the same class for four years, and the two lived in the same compound, so it was impossible to hide the fact that Cheng Du's parents were divorcing.

"Who knows." Cheng Du obviously didn't want to continue the topic, raised his hand to push his glasses, and took a sip of the glass bottle in his hand.

Fang Zhimo picked a bunch of crispy green peppers at random, and ate them slowly, pretending not to care, without talking to the people around him.

He finally discovered that Cheng Du was not indifferent or arrogant at all, but rather guilty.

He blushed when he felt guilty, and then used the action of pushing his glasses to cover up his nervousness.

What is this reaction?

It's funny.

Fang Zhimo glanced at Cheng Du, who was buried in his drink, and picked up shredded squid with chopsticks for himself.

"Then will you still go to my house to do homework today?" Tan Yuan asked.

There was no homework on the first day of school, but the old class temporarily arranged a few open-ended thinking questions and asked them to hand them in tomorrow.

"Go, I can't stay at home." Cheng Du agreed almost without hesitation.

At this time, Fang Zhimo's antenna had been erected unknowingly, his eyes were fixed on the shredded squid in the bowl, and his ears were blocking out the noise to concentrate on listening to a few people talking.

He was a little surprised that Cheng Du promised Tan Yuan to go to his house to do homework, he didn't expect that with this person's solitary character, he would agree to go to someone else's home to do homework, which is really strange.

When Tan Xiaobo heard it, he immediately said, "Then I'll go too."

Tan Yuan said happily, "Bah, bah, it's nothing to do with you, Tan Xiaobo, every time you come to my house, you have to waste a meal before leaving, it's nothing to do with you, nothing to do with you."

Tan Xiaobo punched Tan Yuan grinningly, before he could speak, he heard a person interject slowly, "I'll go too."

The three of them looked at Fang Zhimo in surprise: "You?"

Since Fang Zhimo decided to go, he naturally found 1 reasons to follow.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand in a calm manner, and said with a slight smile, "What's wrong, the monitor? Didn't the teacher say that our class is a new group, we should unite and love each other, and supervise each other? Besides, since everyone is together , that is fate. Although my grades are mediocre, I also want to make progress together with you, can't I?"

When Fang Zhimo spoke like this, the people around were a little stunned.

Not for any reason, just because of Fang Zhimo's appearance.

Because of his extremely white skin and small stature, he looks cute and has no offensive power.

A few people really didn't expect that this child looked soft, but he spoke so clearly that people couldn't find words to refute.

Qin Yuan has been the class monitor for several years, and his official accent is smoother than that of ordinary people. He first came to his senses, stretched out his hand and patted the child's shoulder, and said with a smile, "That's great, Fang Zhimo, the four of us happen to study together together. Team, help each other, what do you think?"

Cheng Du and Tan Xiaobo looked at each other without saying a word, which was a tacit agreement.