Everyday heroes

Chapter 105 The Mango Falls
Let me take you to fight: it represents a kind of unity, friendship, and aggressive spirit. It is often used to encourage teammates and boost morale when team morale is low.

Although the refined and easy-going Guan Lang felt that this sentence was a bit out of context, he could sincerely express his envious but caring heart for the classmates who were full of disappointment.

Of course he has never heard of csgo, and he doesn't know what eggplant is!
Guan Lang's encouragement and care for his classmates obviously couldn't let everyone disperse.

He wanted to pass the picture review session in a low-key manner, but it seemed that he couldn't do so.

"The god of hand-painting."

"It's too sneaky, Guan Lang is engaging in vicious competition again!"

"Why the hell?"

"Caring for the scumbags!"

"No love, please don't hurt!"

The students around talked a lot, expressing their sincere appreciation for Guan Lang in their own words, and Guan Lang also noticed that the male student who had hung the drawing next to him was silently taking off his own, and was about to move it elsewhere .

Afraid of comparing goods!

If the teachers evaluated Guan Lang's drawings first, and then saw that his gap was too big, he might be in danger.

Guan Lang shook his head, so exaggerated?

His design thinking is actually not outstanding, but his expressive ability is not bad.

Others think more and do less, and the ideas stay in their minds. He may not have a lot of ideas, but all of them are reflected on the drawings, so the readability of the drawings is actually good.

The teachers were chatting and laughing, and when they walked in with coffee from the vending machine, they saw everyone gathered around the corner.

"It seems that everyone likes a certain classmate's drawing very much? Whose is it? I'll let you be the first to talk about it." Teacher Fang from the next group said with a smile.

Seeing the eyes of his classmates looking over, Guan Lang showed a polite yet awkward smile, biting the bullet and pushing the ducks to the shelves.

Classes are over at noon.

Guan Lang stood by the sidewalk, raised his head and stared quietly ahead, his body straight and motionless.

"What are you looking at?"

An Xiaqing miraculously appeared again, like a spawned wild monster.

Guan Lang looked down at her, then turned his head and continued to stare.

"Why are you so free?" Guan Lang didn't answer her question.

"Not at all, I just finished class!" An Xiaqing quickly explained, what Guan Lang said made her look like an idler all day long.

It's just that their school of art and school of architecture are in the same direction, so they happened to meet each other, that's all.

"Is it."

"Yeah." An Xia shook the textbook in her arms as proof that she attended class on time. "You haven't answered me yet? What are you looking at?"

"Didn't you see it? The mango on the tree."

An Xiaqing opened his eyes and saw a series of plump green fruits in the big green velvet umbrella supported by brown tree branches, with a slight light yellow at the end.

There are many mango trees planted in Tiannan University. Every year in June and July, the ground will be covered with overripe and rotten mangoes. When walking on the sidewalk, you can smell the strong, sour and sweet fruity aroma, which is very refreshing. The tip of the tongue produces fluid.

"Oh, it's useless to look at, and you can't eat it. I heard that the school grows green awns, which are so sour, and I don't know if pesticides are used." An Xiaqing reminded with a serious face.

"I don't know about other places. The few trees in our college do not use pesticides." Guan Lang asked Qin Yanxi before.

These mango trees are all almond trees, which are often planted in street green belts, parks, scenic spots, colleges, party and government agencies, dormitory areas and other places. Compared with sweet and juicy edible mangoes, this green mango fruit The taste is very sour.

"Those slides seem to be about to fall down. I saw them shaking violently just now." Guan Lang pointed.

When he passed by just now, he felt that those mangoes were about to fall, so he spent a few more minutes to stop and wait. Tiannan University expressly forbids students from climbing trees for safety reasons, so is it possible to see the fresh mangoes that have just landed? It depends on fate.

Fortunately, the students in the school basically regard these mangoes as nothing. I don’t know if it’s the sour smell of green mangoes that spreads from mouth to mouth, or the urban legend that every green mango is sprayed with pesticides, or it’s because they are thin-skinned and embarrassed to pick them up. In short, Guan Lang lost a lot of competitors.

The only opponents are the citizens who come to the school to pick mangoes.

People in society are not so polite, and they are fully equipped. A pole, a net and a car can catch Kazuki's mangoes in one go.

Fortunately, the big security guards will help stop the citizens who are too rude. After all, this is also the property of the school. A few students poke it with poles. There is no such preferential treatment, so Guan Lang will not be empty-handed under the favor of the big security guards.

Guan Lang's harvest last year was pretty good, and the house was filled with a small basket of green awns, which contracted his saliva for an early summer.

It was also a coincidence that just as the words fell, a gust of wind blew past.

Pointing to his fingertips, many green pea-like mangoes densely packed among the leaves fell down and hit the soft lawn below.

Guan Lang cheerfully walked up to the pavement stones laid on the lawn, took out a small bag from his school bag and packed it, if it was later, it would attract ants.

Every year at this time, he would prepare some small bags in his schoolbag. If he happened to encounter a mango falling to the ground when passing by, he would put them in the small bags. If he put them directly in the schoolbag, the milk from the branches would stain the inside everywhere.

A certain mango didn't land very well, and it hit a rock. When the mango hits a rock, the fate is self-evident.

The crisp green peel is cracked, exposing the firm yellowish flesh inside, and the golden juice is flowing everywhere.

The mangoes in May are not yet ripe, and the almond mangoes, which are not too sweet, are even more sour.

Of course, sourness is not bad. Sweet tastes sweet, and sour tastes sour. I am used to eating big mangoes that look like desserts. It is not bad to eat some of these appetizing small green fruits.

"Whoever sees it has a share." Guan Lang picked out a few firm and plump mangoes and handed them to An Xiaqing.

"Oh." An Xiaqing didn't expect to have his own share, so he took it flattered. "Thank you ho."

"I'm going to go back and slice it up and sprinkle some sugar on it. If you're worried, you can peel off the skin and sprinkle sugar on it, or you can find a bag and put it in with a red apple, tie it tight for a week, and the mango will grow. Much sweeter." Guan Lang pointed out.

"Yeah." An Xiaqing nodded and wrote it down. Looking at the few green fruits in his hand, he thought they were a little cute, and he was reluctant to eat them.

"Then I'm leaving, bye." Guan Lang waved to her, turned around and left slowly.

"Bye bye." An Xiaqing also waved, and when Guan Lang had been gone for a long time and disappeared, she lowered her head and silently looked at the fruit in her palm.

Not right!

Didn't she come to find a way to persuade Senior Guan to change his mind and return to the warm embrace of the big family of the Hand-painting Society?How come I got some mangoes out of nowhere but forgot the business!

An Xiaqing was very annoyed.

"It's all your fault!" She said fiercely to the mangoes. "It caused me to forget about my business, and I'll eat you all when I get back!"

(End of this chapter)