boys' feelings are always poetry

19.

Song Yu's problem of walking and turning was quickly cured, not because the instructor's skillful hand rejuvenated and healed it with the professionalism of insight into the mental health of young people, but because each class needed a bright fairy with a hand to represent the class. The brand goes in front of the team, commonly known as playing cards.

Lu Jixue was lucky to be chosen.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time was puzzled. In junior high school, all the class flowers and school flowers stood in front of the class. When it came to such an important occasion, it must be a white gauze skirt fluttering and a charming skirt. True fairies, although reviewing is boring, looking at beauties is not boring, especially looking at the beauties selected by each class.

After Lu Jixue was picked away, Song Yu felt refreshed and even breathed a lot easier.

During the lunch break, Fang Zhihui was the first to rush to the school cafeteria, followed by Song Yu.

However, no matter how fast their legs are, there is always someone who is faster than them. Song Yu looked at the crowded cafeteria and felt desperate.

"There are too many people! I swear I will bring food tomorrow!"

Song Yu nodded in agreement, "I also bring food!"

"Brother Song, you said that when it's time for the two of us, can we still have meat in a pot?"

Song Yu drooled.

"Brother Fang, don't even think about pot-packed meat! It would be nice to have scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"

"I look at the few meals they eat, and I feel like I can't get enough!"

"We can finish our meal and go to the canteen to buy grilled sausage and grilled fish balls!"

"Brother Song, you are a genius! Song Dian Einstein Dianyu!"

"I am over-flattered!"

Fang Zhihui's eyes suddenly brightened, as if he saw someone.

"Brother Song! Look, isn't that the monitor of our class?"

Song Yu turned his head and glanced, and said in surprise, "He sat on the chair and started eating!"

"What he eats is not the big kitchen in the cafeteria, but the western food that the local tyrants serve. Have you seen what he eats? Sirloin veal steak, oatmeal soaked in yogurt, tuna salad with green peas, and orange juice."

"Western food?" Song Yu curled his lips, "I like to eat hot and sour rice noodles in Malatang Mala Xiangguo, I don't like his Western food."

"Yes, yes!" Fang Zhizhi nodded, "I just like to eat pot-packed meat!"

When it was time for Fang Zhizhi to cook rice, there was no meat in the pot. Fortunately, there were some scrambled eggs with tomatoes left.

"Auntie, I want scrambled eggs with tomatoes! Serve me a rice bowl with scrambled eggs with tomatoes! It's delicious! Thank you, Auntie!"

Song Yu patted Fang Zhizhi's shoulder angrily from behind, gritted his teeth and said, "You should save me some scrambled eggs with tomatoes! You are so shameless!"

When it was Song Yu's turn to cook, there were only some green vegetables left, such as stir-fried spinach with rapeseed, dry-fried cabbage, cold vegetables, and lettuce salad.

The auntie looked at the tender young man with a mournful face, and comforted him kindly, "Little classmate! Eat more vegetables and less constipation! You won't get hemorrhoids in the future!"

Song Yu squeezed out a smile, "Auntie, please serve me cold vegetables and rice! The cold vegetables are sweet and sour! It must be delicious!"

In fact, the cold dishes in Huaishi No. [-] Middle School are salty and sour, which is a strange taste anyway.

Song Yu ate half of the plate and began to sit quietly.

20.

Fang Zhihui couldn't bear it, so he gave Song Yu a chopstick of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and Song Yu pitifully ate these scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Song Yu's eyes. At first, Song Yu thought he was dizzy from hunger, and his eyes were dazzled. After rubbing his eyes, Song Yu found Lu Jixue, a RMB player in the cafeteria, sitting in front of him.

Fang Zhihui smiled awkwardly, "Squad leader, why don't you go back to class after eating? The cafeteria is so noisy, it's not conducive to your study!"

With a gloomy face, Lu Jixue squeezed out a sentence, "I haven't finished eating yet."

Song Yu doesn't know how to wink.

"Squad leader, you have handed over the dinner plate, what else do you eat?"

Lu Jixue glanced at Song Yu's puzzled face, and explained, "I still have one dish left."

Fang Zhihui made a look, wow, the squad leader buys several courses of western food for lunch, does he also divide appetizers, appetizers, main courses, desserts and so on.

Song Yu burst out laughing.

But immediately he didn't want to laugh anymore.

Lu Jixue's dish finally arrived, a plate of roasted chicken with shrimps and tomatoes.

A roast chicken.

Song Yu was dumbfounded.

"Squad...Squad leader... you eat a roast chicken alone! Can you finish it?"

Lu Jixue finally showed a satisfied smile.

"I can't finish it, so I'll give you two roasted chicken legs."

After all, Lu Jixue put on disposable gloves, quickly broke off two roasted chicken legs, and threw them into Song Yu's rice plate, just like a villager throwing a mine to blow up a mountain. The action needs 0.5 times the speed to see clearly. The so-called Lu Pai Foshan The Shadowless Hand is like that.

"Uh... no no no no! I'll just have some small tomatoes as a side dish!"

Lu Jixue's face darkened, "I'm a clean freak, just now the chicken leg got on the rice grains on your plate, you can only eat it."

Fang Zhihui quickly brushed up his presence, "Master! I, I, I, I have no cleanliness! I also want to eat chicken legs! Chicken legs are so delicious! I am drooling!"

Lu Jixue picked up his chopsticks, picked up a small tomato and sent it to Fang Zhihui's plate.

"You eat this."

Fang Zhihui: ...

Fang Zhihui: You are biased!

Lu Jixue took out a wet tissue from his pocket and wiped his hands.

"The bill has already been settled, eat slowly."

Fang Zhihui stared at Lu Jixue's disappearing back, and asked Song Yu, "Brother Song, did you notice that the monitor..."

Song Yu's mouth was full of shrimp and roasted chicken, "I found it, I found it!"

Fang Zhihui squinted his eyes with a complicated expression, "So, you also feel that the monitor..."

Song Yu finally swallowed the meat in his mouth, "He! He! He has a cleanliness!"

Fang Zhihui:? ? ?

Fang Zhihui: Who asked this!Angrily snatch the roasted chicken drumsticks!Don't even try to keep one!