After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

As expected of the rumored Song Wenxing.

Cruel, merciless, and to the point, directly hitting the vitals.

Song Wenxing tiptoed to Chi Qiao's bed, sat down beside his bed, reached out and handed over a package of things, and said in a low voice, "Brother Jun and I bought it at the convenience store when we came back at night. We didn't finish it. It’s a waste if you lose it, so you can help me eat some too.”

Through the street light outside the window, Chi Qiao saw that what Song Wenxing was holding was a bag of cold roasted chicken that had been disassembled, and the chicken leg he was holding just now was taken out of it.

Seeing that Chi Qiao didn't move, Song Wenxing took a bite of the chicken leg first, and said while eating, "There is still a leg and wings inside. Eat it, we each have one."

Although it was cold, the faint aroma of grilled chicken still diffused slightly in the air.

Chi Qiao smelled the scent and felt even hungrier.

He rolled his Adam's apple, and looked away from the chicken leg in Song Wenxing's hand: "I don't need it, or I won't be able to sleep in a while, thank you."

Song Wenxing had long expected that Chi Qiao would not accept it easily, so he stood up simply without entanglement: "Then I will put it on the table, and if you want to eat, you can take it yourself."

After speaking, Song Wenxing walked towards the table with the food bag in hand.

Looking at the slender back, Chi Qiao couldn't help reminding: "It's better to heat it up in the microwave before eating, because it will hurt your stomach if you eat it cold."

"It's okay, I don't like eating things that are too hot." Song Wenxing immediately turned around, smiled and shook the bag in his hand, "Remember to eat, I put it here."

Chi Qiao lay back on the bed again, but did not close her eyes.

He stared at the bed board above his head, listening intently to the sound of Song Wenxing chewing chicken legs in the dark.

How can someone eat food so deliciously...

what.

so hungry...

Song Wenxing finished eating the chicken leg in the dark, licked the oil on his fingers contentedly, slipped to the bathroom, brushed his teeth again, and went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, Chi Qiao and Zhuo Yixiao had already left, and Yin Jun was brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom.

Song Wenxing yawned and climbed down from the upper bunk, walked to the table to have a look, and found that the bag of roast chicken was still on the table intact last night.

However, there was a box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets next to it.

Song Wenxing: "???"

"Oh, just now Chi Qiao came back and said that he was afraid that your stomach would be uncomfortable, so he brought you the Jianweixiaoshi tablets for you and the selection officer." Yin Jun just came out of the bathroom, holding a soft cotton towel for wiping his face in his hand , "Why did you get up in the middle of the night to eat chicken drumsticks? Didn't you have enough for supper last night?"

"I'm full, but I'm still full." This person is really strange, Song Wenxing rubbed his stomach, "I really need Jianweixiaoshi tablets."

"Hurry up and wash up." Yin Jun said, "Today is the second day."

Song Wenxing nodded, stepped on his slippers and entered the bathroom.

They practiced crazily all morning, and during the break after class, Song Wenxing and Yin Jun went to a convenience store to buy grilled sausages.

When they came back, they met Chi Qiao who was alone receiving water from the public drinking water facility.

Like yesterday, Chi Qiao drank a large glass of water in one gulp and took another glass.

"He can eat and drink." Yin Jun bit his sausage and said, "Why isn't he fat?"

Song Wenxing didn't say anything.

At this time Chi Qiao also saw them and greeted them with a smile from a distance.

"Hey." Yin Jun waved his hand at him, carelessly opened the paper bag in his hand, and handed it over, "Chi Qiao, do you want to eat roast sausage?"

"No, thank you, you can eat." Chi Qiao took a sip of water and shook his head.

Song Wenxing felt more and more curious.

He found that when sharing snacks, if there were many people and everyone had a share, Chi Qiao would gladly accept it.

But if it was given to him alone, he would definitely not want it.

What a strange character, do you think the latter is like a cheap food?

Song Wenxing suddenly felt that it would be great if Lu Zhicheng was here, he must have a solution.

How did Lu Zhicheng stuff snacks for himself?

Why is Lu Zhicheng so handy with this kind of thing?

……

Hehehehe, it seems that people who can get girlfriends in the cold country are different, hehehehe.

Thinking of this inexplicably, Song Wenxing rolled his eyes at Lu Zhicheng in his heart.

He chased away the messy thoughts in his head, said hello to Chi Qiao, and followed Yin Jun back to the classroom.

When eating at noon, Song Wenxing deliberately sat a little closer to Chi Qiao, silently observing Chi Qiao's every move.

Chi Qiao was still the same as yesterday, he packed a full plate of vegetables, and the amount of rice alone should be three taels.

He eats very quickly, usually one bite of food into his mouth, chews it quickly and then swallows it, and then takes another bite, one bite after another without breaking.

This reckless way of eating makes people feel worried when they look at it.

As soon as Yin Jun raised his head, he noticed Song Wenxing's gaze, and followed suit: "You've been acting weird these past two days, why do you keep looking at him?"

"I think he's weird." Song Wenxing took a sip of soup with a bowl in one hand, but his eyes were still on Chi Qiao.

Chi Qiao on the other end has already finished the first meal in a hurry, and got up with the plate to get the next one.

"He." Lan Xiaoying next to him stole a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs from Yin Jun's dinner plate as if nothing had happened. Since yesterday, he has been sticking to Song Wenxing and Yin Jun, eating with them, "It's nothing strange, he has been like this .”

Yin Jun knocked off Lan Xiaoying's ribs with a chopstick, and put it back in his bowl.

"You guys knew each other before?" Song Wenxing was attracted and turned to look at Lan Xiaoying.

"The circle of trainees and small artists is so big, and many of them actually know each other. Chi Qiao used to share the rent with a friend of mine, and I heard my friend talk about him." Lan Xiaoying bit the tip of her chopsticks, frowning Watching Yin Jun eat that piece of ribs.

Song Wenxing put the pork ribs in his own bowl into Lan Xiaoying's bowl.

Lan Xiaoying immediately smiled: "Chi Qiao was refrigerated for a few years before, without any notice, so he should have no income. I guess he is too embarrassed to ask his family for money. In order to make money, he has done everything, such as filming Earthy videos, accepting low-level micro-business advertisements, I’ve tried everything.”

Song Wenxing's mind immediately echoed the BGM of "Ba! Ba! Ba!", as well as the scene of Chi Qiao constantly kicking the screen.

...he was suffocating again.

"It's really incomprehensible. Why doesn't he take good care of his feathers? If it becomes popular in the future, won't it all become black material?" Yin Jun was puzzled.

"Lack of money, what can I do, who knows when it will become popular. Chi Qiao is very economical, and often eats the kind of noodles that cost three yuan a handful, and he is not willing to add eggs." Lan Xiaoying said, "But he This person is quite stubborn, he would rather shoot earthy videos than borrow money from my friends, maybe because he doesn’t want to owe favors.”

Yin Jun clicked his tongue and said, "I'll save my face and suffer."

At this time, Song Wenxing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked: "Brother Jun, do you remember that when I was very young, my family was very poor, and for a while I was always hungry and often hungry."

Hearing this, Yin Jun was stunned.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned over, stretched his arms, and patted Song Wenxing's shoulder across the dining table.

"You are different from him, Xing Xing." Yin Junyu said earnestly, "Chi Qiao is noble, but you are thick-skinned. You just go and grab someone else's, and punch a child."

Song Wenxing: "..."

Song Wenxing: "Then what's the matter, I don't have a single child."

Yin Jun: "..."

The author has something to say: This article will be entered into V this Sunday (9.6), and there will be [-]D chapters dropped at that time, and there will be a lucky draw at the same time. Thank you for your support.