[Lotus Cake] He won't have a crush on me, will he? !

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"Do you want the Mala Tang at the back door?" Nezha had noticed that Ao Bing didn't eat spicy food before, so he deliberately wanted to take him to eat something strong to tease him.

Ao Bing subconsciously wanted to refuse, but then he thought of the task his sister had entrusted to him, so he was forced to compromise.

The small restaurant was very busy, and when the two of them entered, there was only one empty table left, and it was someone else's leftover.

Ao Bing glanced at the grease stains on the table and almost got black eyes, then at the leftover red oil chili soup in other people's bowls, thinking that Ao Ling owed him a lot.

"Why, Mr. Ao is not used to eating dishes from small places." Nezha had inquired about Ao Bing's family background. This man has been a pampered young master since he was a child, and he has never been to such a small restaurant.

"No, it's okay." Regardless of someone's calm appearance on the surface, his heart has already slammed into a big wall.

Mr. Ao couldn't bear it anymore and took out a few pieces of paper to put on the bench. After the shopkeeper cleaned up the table, he frowned and took out a bunch of papers to wipe the table.

Nezha even made him laugh: "It's almost done, you can pick whatever you want."

Oh, here's your chance.

Ao Bing picked up the plastic basket for vegetables and the used tongs in distaste, and moved closer to Nezha, trying to see what this person likes to eat, otherwise he would not recognize some things when they were cooked in a while .

It turns out that Nezha likes to eat lotus root, and he picked up a lot of lotus root.

What's this?Chicken or fish?Beef or lamb?

ah?How did he hold so much meat?Not tired?

What is this?Leeks or shallots?

Facts have proved that, as expected of Mr. Ao, whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, he can't recognize many things even if they are not cooked, and his eyes are full of lotus root.

"What do you think I'm doing, I can't pick up vegetables?" Nezha glanced suspiciously at the empty plastic basket.

Ao Bing dodged his eyes, picked up some vegetables and seafood and slipped away.

"Excuse me, do you have clear soup here?" Ao Bing quietly asked the shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper: Black Question Mark.jpg

"Then, can it be slightly... slightly spicy?"

"Our store doesn't have slightly spicy food."

"..."

So Nezha saw Ao Bing who was wiping tears while eating Malatang.

He was terrified. He thought that Ao Bing just didn't like spicy food, but he didn't expect to be so afraid of spicy food.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Ao Bing almost finished smoking the whole pack of paper. He just bit into a prickly ash and almost cried aloud. He lowered his head, wiped away his tears and sniffed his nose, and said slowly, "...it's very exciting."

"It's just slightly spicy, so it's not enough..."

The customers in the store cast strange glances at their table one after another.

Nezha couldn't bear it anymore and got up and poured a cup of tea for Ao Bing, thinking that this man was really cruel, and he would give up his face just to have a meal with him.

"Brother, don't cry, you cry so much that I don't have any appetite now."

"Sorry, I'd better not eat."

He took another pile of papers from the next table and drank two cups of tea to stop his tears. His nose and eyes were red, and he looked like he had been bullied miserably.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Nezha suddenly softened his heart: "Hey, why don't you tell me you can't eat spicy food?"

Someone covered his eyes with a napkin in an attempt to hide his guilty conscience: "It's nothing, I just want to try it occasionally, that, and..."

He said seriously, "I want to apologize to you. Last time I did it first, it was my fault. I'm sorry."

Now we can finally have a good relationship.Ao Bing continued to wipe tears in his heart, it was really difficult for him.

Nezha was so startled that he spat out a section of fans.

How could this guy apologize so easily? !He really wants to attack me!

"Hey, what are you doing here, classmates... I also made a mistake that day, so let's not worry about it, let's turn this matter over."

Ao Bing breathed a sigh of relief, and struggled for a long time before reaching out to Nezha. Nezha was taken aback, and shook hands with him for no reason.

The two are reconciled.

"Nezha, do you like eating lotus root?"

"I like it, what's the matter?"

"No, just ask..."

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As soon as Nezha returned to the dormitory, Yang Jian put his arms around his neck and stretched out his mobile phone in front of him: "What's the matter with you two, you have a meal and you are eating flowers? You are crying and shaking hands, take a look."

Nezha took a closer look, and found that someone posted a picture of him and Ao Bing eating on a small account on their school’s post bar, with the title “The enemy turned into a lover? The intimate photo of LNZ and AB restaurant holding hands in the first and sixth class of high school, AB Tears were shed on the spot."

"These people are full and have nothing to do!" Nezha laughed angrily. "Ao Bing cried because Malatang was too hot, and I shook hands because he apologized to me, we reconciled, okay, really speechless..."

Yang Jian was surprised and said: "Did he apologize to you? It's amazing. I think he usually looks aloof, and he really doesn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to bow his head."

Nezha wanted to say something at first, but he was afraid that Yang Jian would talk nonsense, so after some consideration, he shut up. After all, he had to carefully consider how things would go.

"That's great, ask Ao Bing to have dinner with us in the future." Lei Zhenzi stretched out his head to join in the fun.

"I think you admire him quite a bit?" Nezha rubbed the back of his hairy head.

"Ah, how should I put it, I think he always walks alone..."

"He is a day student, his family is rich, and he doesn't want to live on campus. He has a special car to pick him up and take him home, so he doesn't like us." Ji Fa, who had never been involved in their conversation, said suddenly.

Everyone stopped talking, and everyone in the sixth class knew that Ji Fa and Ao Bing were the real rivals. , he competed for the study committee, Ji Fa lost to Ao Bing by one vote, and he was depressed for a long time.

"Hey, don't mention this, let me show you the new skin I bought recently." In order to liven up the embarrassing atmosphere, Yang Jian opened the game and showed the new skin to his roommates.

"Limited items for the event, you're a big fan, my little brother." Nezha took his phone and looked at it carefully. "How many skins have you bought this month, do your parents know if you are so arrogant?"

"It's not saved from living expenses. I'm not as rich as you. I want to eat well every day." Yang Jian snatched back the phone, flipped through the characters and admired it with a smile. "Don't tell me, I found out that after I bought the skin, the operation is no longer useful. It's worth the money."

Nezha sneered: "Think about it too much, you were a badass before you had no skin, but after you bought the skin, you are a flashy badass."

"Damn it, don't you accept heads-up?"

"Come on, afraid of you?"

"Do you want to solo? Let me be healthy!"

As a result, with Lei Zhenzi's exclamation, Nezha lost.

"Damn, you're lucky, my phone got stuck just now, if you don't believe me, ask Xiaolei."

Nezha conveniently dumped the blame on the phone, but he still lost face anyway, and started to worry about the game skin.

The next day, he found a senior who sold game accounts on the school post bar.

The poster of the post said that the third year of senior high school should study hard and stop playing games, so in order to prevent cheap hands, he cruelly came out to sell accounts.

Nezha looked at the screenshot of the game account he sent, full-level boss, top-notch equipment, especially skins, event-limited, limited-time sale, out-of-print commemorative, everything that one expects to find, and the price is not too expensive for him, so he said nothing Said to add the WeChat of the landlord.

The avatar is a cartoon monkey, and the nickname is "No Graduation, No Change". After adding it for a long time, no one responded, so Nezha went to the circle of friends of this senior and found that this person hadn't posted a post for several days. The last post It was still summer vacation, and it was a photo showing off my abs.

This figure is what Nezha is very yearning for, and he can't help showing a little more respect for this senior.

He continued to scroll down curiously, and found that this person basically posted photos of himself when he was exercising, such as running and clocking in, lifting weights in the gym, playing basketball to show off his figure, and occasionally showing off his shoes, but he didn't show his face.

Nezha continued to browse, and found this person's news last year. Hey, he also worked as a micro-business. It seems that he specializes in selling the special fruits of his hometown, and the sales seem to be very good.

Just when Nezha lamented that the senior was young and promising, the phone vibrated.

He quickly quit the circle of friends, only to find that the senior finally replied to him:

"[Smile] [Smile] [Smile]"

Nezha:? ? ?

-TBC-

Three smiles shocked me Zha.

The Ancient Emoji player said that he had been repeated for too long, and he couldn't understand what young people are thinking now.