Proper Feeding Methods for Transfer Students

The day ended happily.

Before everyone left, they told the squad leader to take a good rest and go back to school early to fight with everyone.

The brief uproar in the house returned to silence.The only thing left is the occasional sound of running water and the crash of porcelain when Lanmao washes the dishes.Song Yang was still sitting at the small table, obviously intending to continue memorizing words, but couldn't help being distracted, and looked up from time to time to stare at Lan Mao's back behind the glass door.He forced his attention back to the book again and again, but it didn't help, and he still found his gaze glued back to Lan Mao's body unconsciously.

weirdo.

In Song Yang's heart, anyone who can make delicious food is not too bad.Now she is very curious about where the blue fur's notorious reputation comes from.

Forget it, don't bother thinking about the blue fur.She shook her head, and took a notebook casually, but it was the class notes brought back by Shangguan Jin.So I started to frown again and thought: Words are like people.Lan Mao's handwriting was the most beautiful she had ever seen.There is a sense of righteousness, which fully reveals the beauty of Chinese square characters.

"Why are you in a daze, little squad leader." Lan Mao came out and leaned over to wipe his hands with a tissue on the table.

Song Yang looked up at her, "Shangguan Jin, what else can you do?"

"Ah?" The blankness on Lanmao's face flashed past, and then he showed a narrow look, "I know a lot. Deep kisses, light French kisses, and long French kisses are all easy."

Song Yang's face was immediately covered with a layer of ice.

"Haha, just kidding." Shangguan was afraid that she would be angry, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

Song Yang still pouted and did not speak.

"Well," Shangguan Jin sat down on the chair beside her and leaned slightly towards her, "My mother, she really wanted me to become an artist like my father, so she forced me to learn a lot. When I was young , I basically didn’t spend winter and summer vacations.”

"Did you also learn painting at that time?" Song Yang was moved by her serious tone, forgetting the frivolity just now, remembering that she said that she was the ghostwriter of "Twins", and asked equally seriously.

Lan Mao shook his head, his eyes curled up, "That's not it, it's born with it."

Song Yang smiled: "Really, since you are a talented player, now draw one on the spot?"

Lan Mao was not angry at her doubts, his face was still serious, and he tapped his left cheek with his index finger, "It's okay if you want me to draw, but I just entertained so many classmates for you, and you haven't repaid it yet." I... how about this, just give me a kiss, and I'll draw."

Before Song Yang could speak, there was the sound of a key unlocking the door.Not knowing what was going on, she pulled herself back and said to Shangguan Jin, "Go back to your room."

Lan Mao didn't intend to move at all, the corners of his mouth were raised: "Tsk, are you so afraid of her?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of her." Song Yang said seriously, "I'm afraid that she will be unhappy."

I don't know where this sentence touched Lan Mao's heart, but she actually suppressed the hippie look on her face, stood up, and quickly escaped from the balcony door.

When she left, her mother had already opened the door and walked in.The tired-looking Ms. Tong took off her purse and hung it behind the door, then changed her shoes in the entrance.

Song Yang yelled "Mom" and said it was hard work.Ms. Tong was originally serious, and she didn't want to talk even when she was tired after work. She reluctantly agreed, and sat and drank water opposite her: "Take a break and cook for you."

"I've eaten." Song Yang smiled, "Mom, let's take a break today."

Tong Xue was taken aback for a moment: "Where did you eat?"

Song Yang pointed to the dust cover on the dining table not far away, "My classmate came to see me, cough, cooked for me, and left a copy for you. Mom, try it."

Tong Xue was really tired today, and she was so hungry that her chest was stuck to her back. She was a little happy when she heard that there was ready-made rice, so she dragged herself to the gauze cover, opened it, and frowned immediately, asking Song Yang: "What is this?"

Song Yang smiled: "Omelet rice."

"Omelet rice?" Tong Xue laughed, "Your little classmate is ingenious."

"It should still be hot, try it to see if it tastes good."

Tong Xue came over and sat opposite her, took a spoon to eat slowly, took a mouthful, did not make a sound, took another mouthful, and said: "The craftsmanship is good."

Song Yang didn't know why, but felt very relieved.

A week later, Song Yang went to the hospital for reexamination and recovered well.As long as you pay attention not to participate in strenuous physical activities, daily walking is no problem.She went to the hospital in the afternoon, and she was going back to school that evening.On this point, Ms. Tong agrees with her.

It felt so good to regain freedom of movement. If Uncle Wang hadn't told her not to run and jump, she really wanted to run home in one breath.When I put away my things and opened the door, I bumped into the arms of Lan Mao who was coming home...

"..." Shangguan glanced at her and laughed, "Huh, miss me so much?"

Song Yang was in a good mood and didn't care about her. He stepped back a few steps and stood up straight with a solemn face.

"Hey," Lan Mao raised his eyebrows, "It's all right." Looking at her outfit, "Are you going to school?"

Song Yang nodded, "Thank you for taking care of me for so long."

"You're welcome." Lan Mao also answered seriously.

Seeing that she was still blocking the door, Song Yang raised his eyes and said, "Let's go."

"Well, I'll go with you," Bluehair said.

"Why did you go back again?"

Shangguan Jin rubbed his nose and murmured, "Tonight, there will be an exam, and I have to take it."

"You came back to give me notes?" Song Yang was a little moved.

"Almost." Blue Hair grinned.

The two came downstairs.Song Yang suddenly discovered that there was a well-polished motorcycle parked in the alley on the flank downstairs, with red and black tones.This Shangguan Jin did what he said, and really built a motorcycle for himself.Shangguan Jin took the two small pieces of luggage from her hand and hung them in front of her, and threw one of the helmets to her.

Song Yang took it in his hand, a little dazed, holding the hat, not knowing what to do.

"Put it on," said Bluefur.

Song Yang did so in a daze, blinking at Lan Mao.

Shangguan Jin smiled over there, and came over to adjust the strap for her.

"..."

"Get in the car, squad leader." Lan Mao rolled his eyes.

"..."

"Aren't you afraid to sit?" Shangguan asked her provocatively, "It's okay, if you're afraid, we'll take the subway. It's just that it's crowded and the taste is more complicated."

It's not that Song Yang doesn't know that the other party is aggressive, but she, who has always been rigorous, actually has a youthful side, especially unwilling to be underestimated by someone like Lan Mao, so she adjusted her skirt a little and sat up on it.Standing on the ground with his toes, he raised his chin and looked at the blue hair.

Shangguan Jin smiled so much that she showed her small canine teeth: "Interesting." After speaking, she also came up, sat in front, turned her head and said to Song Yang, "Hold me."

Song Yang propped his hands behind his back and didn't say a word.

Lan Mao didn't care, smiled, turned around and stepped on the accelerator.

Soon, Song Yang found that he almost fell into the trap of himself and fell into Lanmao's trap.

The car goes very, very fast.So fast she wanted to scream.At the beginning, he could still hold onto the back tightly.But at a corner, a large truck was approaching, and she finally felt twice as frightened, she withdrew her hands, and hugged the person in front of her tightly by the waist.

And buried his face in her back.

He closed his eyes tightly.

I don't know how long I have been sinking in this mood of going to death, and the noisy wind in my ears finally calmed down.Instead, Lan Mao teased with a smile, "Hold too tightly, little squad leader."

Song Yang opened her eyes, sat up straight and saw that it was directly in front of Zhenhua's east gate, she let go with almost a slap, and jumped to the ground.

There was still no blood on his face.Teeth marks on the lower lip.

Shangguan Jin smiled when he saw it: "It's frightening, little squad leader."

Song Yang went crazy with anger, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Well, why would I do this on purpose?" She seemed puzzled.

Song Yang took off the hat indiscriminately and stuffed it into her hand, still angry, her voice was cold: "If my mother knows that you took me to risk yourself like this, then don't..."

"No way, you want to tell mom?" Lan Mao looked confused.

Song Yang tilted her head and thought about it seriously, "I won't."

Shangguan Jin then laughed again, with a sinister look in his eyes, "That's right, there are a lot of things we can't tell her about in the future."

Although Song Yang didn't understand, she somehow felt that she was being teased by the blue hair, rolled up her sleeves, and planned to teach her a lesson, but at this moment, two voices shouted in unison: "Squad leader."

But behind him came a voice eagerly shouting: "Squad leader."

Looking back, it was Zhang Jun, who was in the same class, helping Yu Han out of the school gate. The one being supported had a pale complexion, and beads of sweat kept coming out of his hair like rolling melons.Song Yang was taken aback, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"During the rehearsal at noon, I suddenly had a stomachache. The school doctor told him to go back and rest." Zhang Jun sighed, "After resting for an afternoon, it got worse." Touching Yu Han's belly caused a scream, "Look, it's like this .”

Song Yang felt a little sad.

It is said that the more important the time, the easier it is to go wrong.Because I am afraid of what will come.Since the beginning of the third year of high school, there have been three accidents in the class.The first is the blue-haired airborne.Then she gets hurt.Now it is Yu Han, the backbone of literature and art.After comforting him for a while, Song Yang thought that it was very difficult to get a taxi in this place at this time.

To go to the third hospital and the central hospital, you have to transfer twice to the subway.The subway is still very crowded.

Looking back at Lan Mao who was parking silently beside him, his heart moved and he called out, "Shangguan Jin."

Lanmao turned his head and bent his eyes, "Yes."

"..." After 5 minutes, Yu Han was supported by Zhang Jun, and he was settled in the back seat of Lan Mao's car.

I didn't expect the blue hair to be so cooperative.

Watching the absolutely unexpected trio leave, Song Yang still stood at the door for a long time.

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