[comprehensive] poor students

Atobe received an unexpected surprise early in the morning. He did not expect to receive another gift from Mochizuki during the lunch break.

"Bento?" On the rooftop, Atobe looked at the bento box in Mochizuki's hand, and said with some surprise: "It's rare that you brought a bento today."

Mochizuki, who only eats grass during his lunch break, brought a bento!This made him wonder for a moment whether to be moved or sad.

However, Mochizuki directly put the bento in his hand, and replied solemnly: "This is for you, senior."

Atobe: ...? ? ?

Is it for him again? !

why!

In other words, since the morning, how can he live so happily, is this a paradise? !

Atobe pinched himself secretly.

oh yeah!This is indeed reality hahahaha.

Wait, talking about bento... Could it be that this is... love bento! ! !

Atobe froze in place in an instant.

And the Zhengxuan who were also eating on the rooftop nearby also looked at it curiously.

"Since Mochizuki made it, you must look forward to it. What did you do?" Feng stretched his neck eagerly, his eyes kept aiming at the bento in Atobe's hand.

Seeing the eyes from all directions gathered, Atobe quickly restrained his turbulent heart, and opened the lunch box with a serious face, revealing the dishes inside.

I saw that the box was full of white and green, emerald green leaves and white thick liquid mixed together, covering the whole bento, the appearance... It's not very good-looking, or it looks very scary.

When everyone secretly guessed what the hell it was, Mochizuki just happened to explain from the side: "It's a vegetable salad."

……vegetable salad? !

The people who vaguely felt that this vegetable salad was a bit strange looked at each other, but there was still no way to ask.

But how could Atobe, who has an IQ of zero, notice this incongruity? He didn't have to think at all, and just cocked his lips and boasted: "It looks good."

Immediately, he picked up the chopsticks, picked a large piece of green into the bento, and stuffed it into his mouth carelessly.

then.

In an instant, he covered his mouth with a constipated face, and almost threw up his stomach.

...Is this some kind of terrible food, a biochemical weapon? !

It's a bit like rice soup with some leaves added, and a stench filled his mouth, making it impossible for him to swallow it at all.

If you swallow this kind of thing, you will definitely die!

Atobe thought with a dark face.

But Mochizuki was watching from the side, and he couldn't secretly spit it out... What should I do! !

Mochizuki, who was sitting next to Atobe and watched his movements expectantly, saw his miserable expression, and immediately frowned worriedly: "It really doesn't taste good, because I haven't eaten it myself. Vegetable salad, so I imitated it... If it doesn't taste good, it doesn't matter if you spit it out, senior."

The book said that making a delicious lunch for the other party would make the other party happy all day, so he just tried it in the morning, and it really didn't work.

He hung his head a little disappointed.

Seeing Mochizuki's sad expression as if he was about to cry, Atobe's heart was almost broken, he immediately gritted his teeth and swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty.

He said with a dry smile, "...it's delicious, but it's something I've never tasted before, so I hesitated for a while."

Little did he know that the disheveled Qiang Yanhuan had completely exposed his true thoughts.

Everyone in the tennis club immediately looked at him with admiration and gave him a thumbs up in their hearts.

As expected of a minister, a real man, tsk tsk.

Only the innocent Mochizuki completely believed Atobe's words, and he was obviously relieved: "It is best to meet the wishes of the seniors."

Hearing this, Atobe could only nod awkwardly towards him.

"Can I ask, what is this dish made of?" Shinozu suddenly asked Mochizuki.

Mochizuki: "Grass, rice."

Crowd: ...

One of them seemed...inedible.

Atobe's expression immediately turned gray.

Not paying attention to everyone's horrified expressions, Mochizuki continued to explain: "Because there are no vegetables, we use grass instead. For salad, it should be white seasoning. I crushed rice and made a liquid and poured it on top. Exactly like a real vegetable sofa."

Every time he said a word, Atobe's face became three points older, and when he finished speaking, Atobe almost fainted on the ground.

Seeing the surroundings becoming more and more silent, Mochizuki blinked his eyes in confusion, and didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly said ah, smiled and emphasized to everyone: "Please rest assured, the grass was just picked from the grass today. It's fresh. The rice hasn't expired either, so there's absolutely no problem."

Everyone: Mochizuki ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

"If it doesn't taste good, senior, please don't force it." Probably sensing that the atmosphere was a bit weird, Mochizuki cast his worried gaze over again: "If it tastes good, please eat more."

"...Well, my uncle understands." Atobe raised his arms stiffly, staring at the bento as if dead.

He would never say the word 'not delicious' to Mochizuki.

So... I made it to death by myself, and I have to eat it even when I cry!

With tears in the corners of his eyes, Atobe quickly swallowed another mouthful of food, the dizziness from the taste made him almost unable to breathe.

The teammates on the side saw the tragedy of Atobe, and they all looked at each other, and they all saw deep sympathy in each other's eyes.

"Since it's Mochizuki's bento, Atobe shouldn't finish eating it so quickly. Wouldn't it be better to keep it and taste it slowly!" Yue Ren broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and forced the scene to save him: "Are you right, Atobe!"

Atobe, who almost fainted, quickly echoed: "That's right! How about it, Mochizuki, I want to save it for the afternoon, so I'll leave the bento here first."

After thinking about it, Mochizuki nodded: "Okay, but please return it to me at night. This is the only bento box at home."

"...My uncle knows."

Seeing that this scene, which was comparable to a punishment game, had turned over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, I'll take a step first." Seeing that everyone started talking happily again, Mochizuki stood up suddenly and chose to leave.

"Wait a minute." Shishido called out to him strangely: "Mochizuki, did you eat anything at noon today?"

"Because it's getting late, I don't plan to eat today." Mochizuki narrated very flatly: "If I go to pick grass in the grass now, it will be too late."

As soon as these words came out, everyone froze in place.

So Mochizuki came here hungry, just to give Atobe his own bento?

"It just so happens that I'm full." In the silence, Feng suddenly laughed, and stretched out his half-eaten bento: "So, it would be a pity if it was thrown away, why don't Mochizuki help me solve it?" .”

Mochizuki glanced lightly at the bento in his hand, and said hesitantly: "But Feng's bento is hardly eaten, are you really full?"

Before Feng could reply, Shishido who was at the side suddenly interjected, "That's right, Chotaro, you eat too little."

He reached out his bento and handed it to Mochizuki: "I can't eat anymore, the rest, I will leave it to you after a while with Chotaro, no objection."

When the others heard this, they followed Shishido's example and handed over their bento to Mochizuki.

After a while, Mochizuki got a bento for seven people, which was enough for him to have a full meal, not to mention that there were still a lot of meat slices and vegetables left in the bento.

Mochizuki's eyes lit up instantly, and a happy smile appeared on his face. He immediately picked up his chopsticks and started eating quickly.

And Atobe, who was silently holding his bento, stared silently at his side face at this moment, a trace of complexity flashed in those long and narrow eyes.

When he returned to the classroom, Atobe still looked at the bento in his hand expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ren Zuo, who was in the same class with him, couldn't help leaning over with great interest, and asked, "What's the matter, Atobe. Don't you want to dump these now?"

Ignoring his suggestion, Atobu didn't even lift his eyelids, but the donkey's lips didn't match the horse's mouth and mentioned another matter.

"That guy has never made a bento, and today, just to make me a meal, he can't even eat lunch."

"Falling in love?"

"... long-winded."

Atobe gave him a sideways look, suddenly clenched the chopsticks, picked up the bento, and ate it mouthful.

The bitterness in his mouth filled his heart like substance.

Mochizuki's expression, movement, and posture all kept flashing in his mind as if he was watching flowers on a horse.

Feel the bitterness of his life.

Taste his bitterness.

He was so nice to him.

So what can he do for him?

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During the class break, the young master Atobe who ate a whole box of straw was forcibly sent to the infirmary because of a stomachache. . .

The author has something to say: add wax to Atobu.

The number of words in this chapter is a bit small, and it mainly talks about the sublimation of Mochizuki's feelings for Mochizuki, which is not very funny.In addition, the stalk of eating grass is used too much, so I will try to mention it as little as possible in the future.

Thank you guys for your contributions:

读者“沐夏倾城”,灌溉营养液+12018-01-2311:55:44

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温流扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2018-01-2301:05:06

Thank you little angel!