My Two Dads

Capital City University.

It is located in the capital and has a long history of nearly a hundred years.Zhong Ling Yuxiu, who has walked out of countless celebrities and great men.It is a first-class comprehensive university that countless students yearn for.

Today's Shou University is also very calm, except that the forum is quiet and boiling, like fried dough sticks just cooked at the school gate in the morning when there are few people.

Until 11 o'clock in the morning, the food festival of the East Campus started.

Step into the gate of the East School, get a map from the puppet handing out leaflets, and walk along the above route. The closer you are to the destination, the scattered stalls will start to appear on both sides of the road.

There is a unified sign in front of them, with white paper and green letters clearly stating the food to be sold at the stall, the price, and a copy of the business license.

Yang Mo thought that maybe these people came late and didn't get a good place to set up a stall, or they specially fooled people like Lu Youqi who just came here to see that everything was novel.

Yang Mo didn't buy anything, and Lu Youqi had nothing to spare.The two walked forward.Sure enough, the lively and boiling sound ahead surrounded the entire playground, and the lawn and runway were full of voices.

The scent and the steaming shouts seduce people's curiosity and appetite.

There is also a fire prevention publicity car in the outside world, playing a fire prevention promotional video, and it is full of fire extinguishers-and each stall is also equipped with one.

The planning of the Student Union of the School of Management is very thoughtful.

It was only then that Lu Youqi regretted why he bought so many before.

Yang Mo was pulled over by Lu Youqi.

He doesn't like places that are too lively, and being able to accompany him with his broadband is already extremely rewarding.

Yang Mo just bought a spicy chicken chop and a cup of sour plum soup, walked up to the auditorium next to the playground, on the top floor, sat and looked down at all beings, let go of Lu Youqi and went to have fun by himself.

He admired the variety of booths.Everyone showed their special abilities, and in order to make their food stand out, they tried their best, and all kinds of names and historical legends came to them without hesitation.

The old man Qianlong was pulled out and turned around. This one is the delicacy that the emperor encountered in private visits in his incognito clothes, and that one is the must-order dish for the royal family every time he goes to the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Mo felt that it was nothing to brag about, it was just for fun.They are all adults, and they won't be too rigid about the fact that a simple search on the Internet can reveal the truth.

But the McDonald's stand where he bought chicken chops also claimed that Emperor Qianlong once rewarded them, which is too much.

Fortunately, the school leaders brought the teachers and student cadres to make a tour halfway.These talents obediently put away Haikou who tried to falsify history, revealing the truth and falsehood.

Yang Mo sat on it and looked interesting.

Someone called him.

He turned his head to look, it was Lin Chu.

The small paper bag in Lin Chu's hand contained barbecued meat and gluten tied with bamboo sticks. He sat next to Yang Mo, handed it over, and said, "Try it from the barbecue shop at the gate of the East School?"

Yang Mo was stuffed into Lin Chu's hand, so he had no choice but to accept it and thanked him.

Yang Mo thought that he also likes to be quiet, but he didn't expect him to come to this kind of place to join in the fun, so he asked, "Is there anyone here?"

Lin Chu shook his head: "Alone"

He said: "I used to be a student of East School, but later I changed majors across departments. There are many friends here, come and have a look."

Yang Mo: "Oh."

Lin Chu: "Do you have someone with you?"

Yang Mo glanced down, Lu Youqi had long since disappeared.So he said, "No."

The two sat side by side.During the chat, I also chatted about the intersection of interests for a while, and the passers-by who passed by to rest or eat looked at the two people who were seriously discussing the program code at the food festival with a look of surprise.

Lin Chu: "You are amazing."

Yang Mo: "Thank you."

Yang Mo saw that his eyes had been looking in a fixed direction, as if he was waiting for someone.So he suggested: "Let's go down together?

Lin Chu: "Okay."

The two had just walked down the stairs of the auditorium when they suddenly heard movement somewhere. Looking around, it turned out that someone had brought audio equipment and was testing the sound.

The students who had been looking forward to the performance for a long time gathered around, ready to cheer and boo.

The performers said they were foreign aid invited from the conservatory.

Listening to the bursts of applause, Yang Mo and Lin Chu turned around on the playground. The two seemed to have their own barriers.

Lin Chu glanced at the band in the middle of the playground, they were warming up the scene with rock and roll.

Lin Chu turned his head, thought it was funny, and said, "Didn't the freshman choose F4?"

Yang Mo: "..."

Lin Chu: "I think I'm a little out of step with the trend of the times."

Yang Mo: "Don't worry, this is non-mainstream."

Lin Chu laughed.

The two walked around, Lin Chu glanced at his watch and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Yang Mo nodded to him, stretched out his hand to greet him, and watched his figure go away alone.

Just as he was about to turn his head back, he saw a tall boy suddenly jumping out from the side, throwing Lin Chu into a stagger, and he could hear an excited "senior!" from a long distance away.

Yang Mo blinked.

Suddenly and inexplicably, he thought of Han Shiyu.

Yang Mo threw this strange person out of his mind and just took a step forward.The owner of the stall next to him called out: "Handsome guy!"

Yang Mo's eardrums automatically filtered these inviting words, and he continued to walk forward.

The boss is a girl. From the student card hanging around her neck, it can be seen that she is still a student at Shou University.

The little boss was very persistent, stretched his neck long, changed his name, and called out to Yang Mo: "Senior brother!"

Yang Mo looked back at her suspiciously.

The little boss knew that he was an old salesman as soon as he opened his mouth, and said, "Congratulations, you are the 520th student who stopped in front of my booth for more than three seconds, and you are honored to enjoy a [-]% discount..."

"Oh," Yang Mo said, "It's not that I want to stop. You can give it to the next person."

He turned his head and was about to leave, but the little boss called him again: "Hey, bro—"

Yang Mo turned his head again.

She said pitifully: "Handmade fresh milk mochi, the original price is 50 yuan a box, half price is 25, we are losing money! There is really no such shop after passing this village."

She gesticulated and sold it: "This snack has a history. When Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River..."

Yang Mo: "...that's enough."

The little boss looked at him with the eyes of a small animal begging for food.

Yang Mo: "..."

Yang Mo couldn't stand this kind of stare, let alone this is a girl.

But he hesitated for a moment when he touched the phone.

He hadn't contacted his father for a month, and the old man was about to starve to death for this bastard son to give birth to a new one, but he also stubbornly refused to ask for it.

Now, with the living expenses in his hands, he can survive the end of the month. If he buys this box of desserts now, he will at least need to be accompanied by steamed buns and pickles for tonight and tomorrow morning.

Yang Mo sighed and said, "I didn't bring any money or study card."

Little boss: "We also support online payment, dear."

Yang Mo said seriously: "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

Little Boss: "..."

She looked at the chicken chop packaging bag in Yang Mo's hand, wondering if she should expose his clumsy excuse.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the opposite side, and another team came with the sound not far away.The noise in the crowd rose again.

The performance will be more eye-catching with the "kicking stage" link.

Yang Mo was having a headache, how could he pretend to be anxious as if he had dropped his phone halfway, when he heard a sound not far away, he took a look over by the way.

Yang Mo raised an eyebrow.

I saw his primary school brother passing by with a stereo.

He was wearing a peaked cap backwards.It was clean, tall and thin, as if it was covered with the first light that shone on the campus of Shouda in the morning, and the color was warm but not dazzling.

In the post "How many handsome men are there in Business and Industry 1901?" on the first major forum, the first popular reply commented on Han Shiyu in this way.

Yang Mo saw this post by chance, so he clicked in and took a look.

He didn't believe this unrealistic description, because when he first met Han Shiyu, he didn't feel that the light was warm, but instead panicked.

But at this time, if you put aside those accidents and lingering impressions, and simply regard this glance as the first sight.Yang Mo found that...the description was quite realistic.

Han Shiyu smiled, looking shy and young.

After watching around, he picked up the microphone, blew once, and made a ringing sound. He picked out a girl who was watching, set his eyes lightly on her, and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

There was laughter all around.

The girl blinked and slowly blushed.

Yang Mo reflected on himself and felt that his thinking just now was a little irrational.

Face is the prerequisite for the appearance of "shyness". How can a person without face be shy?

The girl's companion shouted for her: "Handsome."

Han Shiyu said again amidst the shouts: "Then do you like me?"

Everyone knew that he was pulling the atmosphere, so they cooperated with each other and answered yes.

Han Shiyu's companion has already stepped forward and prepared all the instruments.

The person holding the microphone seemed to be born accustomed to standing under thousands of gazes, saying and doing things without stage fright.

"We will be at the Battle Conservatory of Music in a while," Han Shiyu turned up the stereo, and immediately he could shoulder shoulders with the former resident performance troupe on the field, "What are you shouting for!"

"The management is awesome——"

Han Shiyu: "Speak louder, I can't hear you."

The onlookers all went to join in the fun, and shouted with a smile: "The management is awesome, the first university is the first!!"

Students from various colleges: "..."

The support from the Conservatory of Music was notified in advance, and they knew that there would be such a plot in the middle, but they didn't expect it to be so arrogant.

So the opponent was not convinced, and the style of music on the field became even more ignited.

After the heat was over, Han Shiyu patted the microphone with satisfaction, and was about to turn it off, and turn it on again after singing.

But just as he turned around—just because he took an extra look in the crowd, he was suddenly caught by a familiar face.

Just like that, I met Yang Mo's eyes.

Han Shiyu: "..."

Yang Mo: "..."

Yang Mo suddenly had a bad feeling.

In the next second, Han Shiyu, who was obviously stunned for a moment, looked directly at him, and blurted out: "Senior?"

The sound rang out through the microphone and stereo.

Han Shiyu turned off the switch belatedly.

As a result, the crowd of onlookers followed his line of sight and looked over.

Yang Mo: "..."

Yang Mo turned his head and lay down on the booth next to him, pretending to be nonchalant.

A group of melon-eaters who looked back to find someone wondered at each other, "Who is it?"

"Who was he called just now..."

Yang Mo propped his hands on the table of the stall, and looked at the little girl selling mochi awkwardly.

The little boss saw it.

"That..." Yang Mo said stiffly to ease the embarrassment: "... mochi... how do you sell it?"

The little boss looked at him, blinked her eyes, her mind was completely exhausted, she twirled her tongue, and blurted out: "Sixty."

Yang Mo: "???"