She Came To My Concert

So what collection is this?

Zhu Wenshu didn't expect no one in the class to answer, so she touched her belly and said in a weakly elongated voice: Kong—Ji—

There was a lot of laughter underneath.

Subset!

The teacher heard that the person who answered was Zhu Wenshu, and finally there was some emotion in his voice, Everyone is so sluggish, they even forgot the content of the first year of high school, how do you take the college entrance examination like this?

A few innocuous lessons won't do much.

Zhu Wenshu watched one classmate after another slip away from the glass reflected in the door and window, feeling very uncomfortable, and scratched his fingers on the seat, not listening to a word, and his mind was full of chicken legs.

really.

After the teacher finished the lesson, when she and Zhong Ya rushed to the cafeteria, the marinated chicken legs were already sold out.

After eating a few leftovers until he was half full, Zhu Wenshu walked back to the classroom full of complaints.

She was seated in the first row, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw a transparent plastic bag on the table, which contained the marinated chicken legs she had been thinking about.

Whose dick?

Zhu Wenshu asked.

The students in the classroom were either taking a nap or doing a quiz, but no one responded to her.

If no one claims it, I'll eat it.

The boy at the back table finally spoke.

Didn't you buy it? I saw it when I came back.

I still don't know which hero donated it.

At the dinner table, Zhu Wenshu finished talking about the matter and concluded.

hero?

Ling Chen picked up the water glass, What about it?

As for, I had a happy day at that time. Zhu Wenshu said, If you want me to know which boy released it, I will definitely treat him to ten chicken legs now.

...How do you know it's a boy?

Zhu Wenshu brushed his hair, and sighed pretendingly, At that time, Zhong Ya said that someone who had a crush on me might have bought it for me.

The cup shook slightly, Ling Chen took half a sip of tea, and responded in a low voice.

Maybe so.

But thinking about it now, it shouldn't be.

Zhu Wenshu shook his head, Which boy would give a chicken thigh to a girl he has a crush on? At that time, they usually gave Ferrero or something.

While talking, the waiter opened the door and came in to serve the food.

Ling Chen skillfully turned his back to the person, picked up his phone and swiped.

When the person went out, Zhu Wenshu saw that he turned back again, thinking that the topic he had worked so hard to find had finally survived the embarrassing period of waiting for food, so he picked up the knife and fork and prepared to eat.

Then have you eaten?

Ling Chen asked again abruptly.

what?

Zhu Wenshu's knife and fork stopped in the air, Of course I ate it.

Ling Chen stared at her and asked, You don't know who put it there, how dare you eat it?

What he said makes sense, and the current Zhu Wenshu will definitely be cautious.

But I was only a teenager at that time, and I hadn't stepped out of the simple campus, so I didn't think so much.

I was a little worried at the time, but I thought that the classroom is monitored anyway. If there is a problem with eating, I will adjust the monitoring and ask that person to pay for it.

It seems that there is no problem with eating.

Ling Chen smiled perfunctorily, then scribbled a summary, and pushed the raw ham in front of Zhu Wen's writing, This ham is not anonymous, so feel free to eat it, Teacher Zhu.

Fine.

It seems that the big star is not interested in these trivial things she said, so it's better to shut up and eat.

But this meal was actually a bit tormenting for Zhu Wenshu.

She chewed carefully and slowly, tasted again and again, wondering why this ham cost her a month's wages.

Is the pig worth more than her?

Finally, she looked at the plate of what the waiter said were oranges from Australia.

After taking two bites, Zhu Wenshu wiped his mouth and stared at them speechlessly.

tastes bad?

Seeing Zhu Wenshu's strange expression, Ling Chen asked, Too sour?

no.

Zhu Wenshu took a breath, picked up his bag and prepared to go out to pay the bill.

Before stepping forward, she said, It's just that they told me honestly just now that they have never been to Australia at all.

Ling Chen: ...

He looked at Zhu Wenshu's back as he looked at death like home, and it took him a long time to look away.

Staring at the exquisite dinner plate in front of me, the greasy chicken legs in the high school cafeteria appeared in my mind.

hero.

He chuckled, talking to himself.

A few minutes later, the door of the box was pushed open, and a head poked in.

Have you paid the bill?

not me.

Zhu Wenshu: Huh?

Ling Chen looked back at her.

It may have been bought by a hero who did not want to be named.

Knowing that he was joking, Zhu Wenshu was speechless for a few seconds, and then asked: ...How much is it?

I don't know that there is no service fee for the meal.

how?

Ling Chen said while wearing a mask, Want to have an AA with me?

Zhu Wenshu thought that I didn't mean that, and what came out of his mouth was: It's not impossible.

Ling Chen seemed to laugh, and didn't say anything, just put on the mask and hat, stood up and looked at her.

come.

When passing by, he patted Zhu Wenshu's head, Okay, let's go.

Since becoming an adult, few people have made such an intimate gesture towards Zhu Wenshu.

She stood still, watching Ling Chen's fingers inadvertently lift up a strand of her hair, slipped behind, and was blown to the tip of her nose by a gust of wind.