The scumbags of the professor's house

When Su Cheng arrived home with dinner, Su Mingyuan had already left.

There are several restaurants in the alley facing the main street in Chrysanthemum Garden, and there are two full rows of snack bars selling everything. Su Mingyuan is not at home usually, and Su Chengcheng always eats in several small shops in rotation. Passing by the time-honored Mala It's hot, Xiaoba Su stopped, and it smelled delicious just looking at it.Since childhood, his family seldom ate spicy food. Since they were the only two gentlemen left, Su Mingyuan was so busy that Su Cheng ate one meal at home and one meal outside. Later, he simply ate both meals outside. From the north to the south, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, everything has the same taste.

Su Cheng stared at Malatang for a long time. In view of someone's performance, he really wanted to bring that guy a bowl of perverted spicy food back.

Conscience beat repeatedly, and finally he turned his head, bought two bowls of porridge and a portion of green vegetables in the restaurant next to him, wandered a few steps back to Sajin Bridge, the two alleys were very close to each other, looking at it plainly, there was a line of thousands of lights , a black like leading to the underworld.

Su Zhai was stuck on the road to the underworld, and he didn't look very popular.

At this moment, the lights were on on the second floor of the old house, and under the old windows, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and half of their heads appeared faintly, illuminated by the warm light, like a kiwi, warm and fluffy.

In an instant, the house was brought back to the world.

With Xia Feng blowing his face, Su Cheng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to someone who was pretending to be dead.

Jin Kela: What would you like to eat tonight?

The head at the window immediately popped up a bit.

π: Either...meat is the best.

The corners of Su Cheng's mouth turned upwards. It was indeed a dog. He didn't forget to eat meat when he was sick?He didn't return, and went upstairs to the next door, knocked on the door a few times, and the person inside answered, "Come in!"

Pushing open the door, Luston lay with his back against the head of the bed, his head poking out from under the book, "You're back so soon?"

Installed.

Su Cheng stood at the door, with a "hmm", the school bully swept his eyes upwards, the air conditioner was turned off obediently, and he deliberately did not speak.

Luston looked over the book and looked into his hand.

For the sake of the other party being sick, Su Xiaoba didn't let him get out to get food, "Hungry?" He walked up to the person.

Luston replied, "It's okay." His eyes were fixed on the plastic bag in Su Cheng's hand.

Su Cheng glanced at the book Luston was reading: "The Moon and Sixpence".

"Are you still reading idle books?"

"World famous book." Luston raised his hand in protest, "How can it be called idle book?"

Su Cheng took the porridge out of the bag and put it on the table. When he lowered his head, he saw a copy of "Complete Guide to Composition" spread out on the table, in which was written with a red pen, "Read some world famous books."

Tut tut.Everything serves the exam, and it really cannot be called an idle book.

Su Cheng lifted the lid of the vegetables again.

It can be clearly seen that the picky classmate Luston glanced around and found no meat, his brows were furrowed so much that he had to endure it.

Xiaoba Su felt a little better, and prepared to leave with his porridge.

"You don't want to eat?" Luston pointed to the rice in his hand with the book.

"Eat." Su Cheng turned his head, "Why, you are not enough?"

Luston wanted to laugh when he saw that he subconsciously pushed the porridge back. He took off his glasses, put down his book and asked, "Let's eat together?"

Su Cheng was quite surprised when the patient invited him to have dinner with him. Luston didn't seem like he liked to eat with others.

Su Cheng looked around, "Here?"

Luston closed the books on the table, put down his long legs along the side of the bed, opened the porridge, and bowed his body: "You sit on the chair."

Probably because when people are sick, they are always different from usual. For Luston, it may be that he needs more popularity in the house.

Su Cheng thought about it, pulled out his chair and sat down, and ate with his head down.

Luston's condition is much better than in the morning. He doesn't sneeze much, and his complexion has returned to normal, but he has a slight cough. The fever probably didn't run away, but he doesn't know if it will happen again tomorrow.

"How much homework?" Luston asked while holding the porridge.

Su Cheng looked up and glared at him.

Did porridge go to your head?He looks like someone doing homework?

"Oh." Luston responded quickly, asking and answering himself.

"Here's the paper for you." Su Cheng pointed to the bulging schoolbag on the floor at the door.

Luston was a little skeptical: "So much?"

Su Cheng: "It's all in your desk pocket."

"You didn't read it when you took it." Luston looked at it and wanted to laugh.

Su Cheng stared at him seriously again.

He is a dignified school bully, before he left, he took out the test paper from the pocket of the next table, what did people see him say?Take it out and sell it for money?How could I have time to read one by one, of course it was a wind and a cloud, and I stuffed it in the bag randomly.

"Forget it, just take it." Luston lazily fed it into his mouth.

Hold? !

What's the matter with this tone of forgiveness?

Su Cheng felt stuck after eating a meal, and finally left the last bite. Seeing a bowl of porridge in Luston's hand, he didn't know if he didn't like to drink it, or he just had no appetite.

Seeing that he was wasting, Su Cheng couldn't help frowning, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Yeah." Luston added, "I won't be able to eat this, let's eat it tomorrow morning."

tomorrow morning?What about cheating ghosts again?

A picky eater is like a young master. When he has a fever, what else do he expect to eat besides porridge?Su Cheng regretted ordering a big bowl for him, and his flesh hurts.

"Do you like porridge?" Luston looked at Su Cheng's clean bowl of porridge, and said generously, "Tell me earlier, I'll give you my share."

Who loves to drink porridge?

Was it because he was afraid that the rice he bought for himself would be too delicious, which would irritate someone who could only drink porridge?

If you are a donkey with good intentions, you should have bought Malatang just now - abnormal spicy.

Su Cheng's face was changing violently, and Luston asked again: "Did you go to the cafeteria for lunch?"

"Yeah." Su Cheng scraped up the last grain of rice in his bowl with a spoon.

Luston: "Have you been accosted?"

Su Cheng didn't even think about it: "Yeah." After a sound, he immediately raised his head: "How do you know?"

"The little broadcaster is broadcasting live with me." Luston pointed to the mobile phone, "Lei Zi said that he has booked you to play badminton."

Su Cheng was suddenly upset.

No wonder someone can see his "other is typing" immediately at noon.

For a long time, this Lu Haiwang didn't know how many people he was sending WeChat messages to at noon at the same time, maybe after ignoring him, he was still chatting wildly with the other two.

Scum.

Su Cheng got up and left.

The little temper came out of nowhere, Luston quickly closed the porridge and handed it to him, pretending to say: "Put it in the refrigerator", then lay back on the bed, wrapped up the quilt, and continued to read.Su Cheng looked at the two bowls in his hands. If he hadn't bought the thermometer himself, he deeply suspected that this guy's illness was just a fake.

He picked up his schoolbag and took out all the papers in it to Luston.

"Thanks," Luston said suddenly.

Su Cheng half bent his waist and said nothing.

Luston took out his mobile phone, "I'll transfer the meal money to you? And the medicine money in the morning."

For a bowl of porridge, Su Cheng hadn't thought about money or not at all, and the medicine was the same.Luston asked, in line with his personality, it seemed strange that the two of them had such a half-baked relationship that they didn't take the initiative to give money.

In Luston's principle of getting along with people, everyone can be very close, but no one is really close.

There is no one like Su Cheng and Gouzi.

Su Cheng hesitated, he didn't want to spit out a hard number, because it seemed that as soon as the number was uttered, the person lying on the bed was no different from the Four Eyes, Xiaobroadcasting and Leizi he had just met, or even farther away.

He didn't want Luston to be like them.

"I can't remember, let me tell you." Su Cheng met Luston's eyes.

"Don't forget if you can't remember." Luston said with a smile, "I'll treat you to dinner when I'm well."

The boy's eyes were very bright, and countless fragments of starlight outside the window shone in them, echoing each other, and the surrounding was so quiet that Su Cheng could suddenly hear his "thumping, pounding" heartbeat clearly.

Su Xiaoba tried his best to keep his face straight, and asked, "What's the matter? Are you going to treat me to porridge?"

Luston shook his head lightly, "Brother Dafang, please eat meat."