I am straight!

Help the poor..." I said boldly: "Besides, you don't like food at all, so you want them to bring it. You know, your steak is enough for me to eat in restaurants for more than two months, enough for a poor student The cost of books for one semester is enough for an elderly person’s living expenses for two months... Don’t tell me you wait until you let it cool down and then throw it away, besides, you don’t care anyway, you are so picky eaters, it’s normal for this kind of stuff to look down upon, It doesn't matter, at best it's not tall..."

"...I, I see..." He frowned.

"what?"

"...I will change it." He turned his head away from looking at me.

"Change what?"

"... picky... picky eaters." He stammered in embarrassment.

I achieved my goal, smiled with satisfaction, and patted his head.

"That's good."

He glared at me with a complicated expression on his face, but his ears turned slightly red - this is the expression of the young master when he is shy.

The author has something to say: nose picking, the captain's grandfather is a wretched fellow.

Then, Mr. Hexian was tragically decided by default.

Finally, the young master's picky eating problem needs to be corrected.

latent.

13. Go ashore...

"...I, I see..." He frowned.

"what?"

"...I will change it." He turned his head away from looking at me.

"Change what?"

"... picky... picky eaters." He stammered in embarrassment.

I achieved my goal, smiled with satisfaction, and patted his head.

"That's good."

He glared at me with a complicated expression on his face, but his ears turned slightly red - this is the expression of the young master when he is shy.

I couldn't help but said, "It would be great if you were in the same college... If you were in different colleges, you might not see each other for a year or so..."

He froze for a moment, with a weird look on his face, as if he was slightly disappointed, but then he covered it up and said, "I don't care."

"But I have something to say," I sighed, not caring about his stubbornness: "You are stubborn and arrogant, and you don't know how to fight back when you are bullied. If I'm not here, you don't know how you will be bullied."

"...Don't worry about it, I don't care." The young master pursed his lips with a calm expression, as if he really didn't care much.

I immediately knocked on a chestnut, and saw him covering his forehead and looking at me with steamy eyes, and then he blew his knuckles in satisfaction: "You little brat, why are you so unlovable."

He bit his lower lip, feeling a little sad at what I said, but he still insisted on it, and snorted coldly: "Who wants you to like it!"

"You really don't care?"

"Don't care!"

"How can you not care?" I retorted without hesitation: "You are so proud, being called a waste, you must feel uncomfortable... If you are dissatisfied, it is better to vent it than to keep it in your heart. You're not blind, it's not like we can't see that you've always had a dark face, and in the end, it's not the people around you who suffer from your face?"

The young master pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Remember, if someone treats you well, you have to pay back [-]% of it, and if someone treats you badly, you have to pay back [-]% of it!"

The young master still didn't speak.

"Forget it... If you talk too much, you must think I'm long-winded... But next time, if you get angry, come to me to vent, and I will definitely not think you are long-winded." I reached out and touched Ann's head.

Ann glanced at me, then lowered her eyelids again, wondering what she was thinking.

"...Ah, by the way, the second day after you got sick last time and had a fever...I saw your brother when I came back...Is it your brother? Senior Lal." That guy is not good-looking, but he has A person with a reassuring breath.

An finally responded, but frowned slightly: "Have you seen him?"

"Well, he's a nice guy to get along with—well, at least that's what he seems to be." And he's a brother-and-mortar man, too.

"...Really." He just responded without saying anything, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about his brother.

I sighed: "You, next time, treat Senior Lal better, he really cares about you."

An Leng snorted, didn't speak, just continued to eat her lunch.

I was already full after swallowing a piece of steak, and went back to the room squeaking, playing the violin facing the blue sea.

Ann didn't seem to dislike the violin I played, nor did I think it was ugly, so she just spent a fairly leisurely afternoon.

Time passed faster than I imagined. One week turned out to be like a soothing serenade, and it came to the end before I knew it. It passed like this.

So when I stood at the bow and saw the small island that was wider than I imagined from a distance, I didn't react at all.

I can only see one side of the small island. The coastline has a beautiful arc. The closer to the coast, the bluer and more transparent the sea water is, lined with golden fine sand. The golden beach circles along the coastline, and further away is the lush green covering the entire island. Because it is too blurry, more details are invisible. Only the center of the island can be seen. The huge bell tower of the cloud, the Gothic architecture, just looking at it from a distance, you can feel the old and charming taste refined by history and years.

The pier is already full of teachers and seniors who welcome the new students, and many residents here also come to join in the fun, so it is crowded with people, and there is a lot of blond hair and blue eyes, which makes me feel more and more——I have indeed come to the Pacific Ocean That's right.

The pier is very large, and there are many private yachts parked there, each of which looks very valuable... Ah, needless to say, this is definitely a toy for those young men and boys to pass the time.

You can also see fishing boats of different sizes. Seagulls, large and small, stand densely on the sails. The white feathers line the white canvas. In fact, it is not very obvious, but occasionally there will be one or two sparrows without eyes. Among the seagulls, people feel dumbfounded.

The people here are very enthusiastic. When the cruise ship approached, the fireworks and salutes were almost started. The flowers fell from the sky and sprinkled the petals on my head and face when I got off the boat... It feels like getting married... Bah, bah, bah, bah !It's just enthusiasm!Enthusiasm!

The old captain beside me was particularly emotional: "Well... I don't know if my son is in there."

"Your son is a teacher in the college? What's his name?" Maybe he can say hello when he sees him later.

"Well...he is teaching sculpture now."

I'm not asking about the subject, I'm asking about the name, hey...

I was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by a burst of cheers.

The old captain kicked me: "Boy, get off the boat!"

I black line.

So I followed the young master on the left, the kitten on the right, and two puppies looking around behind me, and I was about to step down the stairs—oh, yes, there was a senior electric pole in front of me.

But I never expected that the popularity of the telegraph pole senior would be so high.

There was a girl's exclamation, inhalation, and then a deafening scream—huh?Wait a minute, I seem to hear a man calling?

I was about to follow the sound to find it, but I was strangled from behind and dragged back to the cabin—hey, hey, hey!Let go of me, out of breath bastard! !

My face turned red from holding back, I tore off the arm that strangled me, and I turned my head angrily... brown slightly curly hair, bronze skin that makes people envious and jealous... called a beast.

... I really don't agree with him... Do you want to find a chance to poison him to death?

I was seriously thinking about whether I should wrap croton in his cigarette, so he grabbed my neck and led me to a dark place, grabbed a piece of chocolate from his pocket, and whispered to me while biting.

"Hey, this is for you." He gave me a small black plastic bag - it looked very wretched, like a peddler selling pornography and movies.

"...what?" I just wanted to open it, but he stopped me.

"No, don't open it yet, you'll know after a while."

"what?"

"Uncle, I'm doing it for your own good..." Ming Beast gave me a meaningful look, and then took a bite of chocolate.

"...Really?" I always feel that this guy is uneasy and kind.

"...Hey, you're really going to hurt my uncle's glass heart..." The beast continued to nibble on the chocolate in his hand.

"...What is it for?"

"Anyway, I'll find out later, remember never to throw it away."

"...Oh..." I thought about it, but I still stuffed it into the interlayer of my clothes, and then I snatched the remaining half of chocolate from him with lightning speed, and flew off the boat—there was a tragic sound behind me. wail - "My chocolate!!!"

Ma, I'm doing it for his own good anyway.

Middle-aged uncles will have small stomachs if they eat too much chocolate.

While nibbling on the chocolate, I jogged off the boat.

When I got off the boat, I saw the little cat Bell looking around and waiting for me. The two puppies had long gone to have fun, and the telephone pole was gone. I guess the seniors had something to do, and the young master was standing still. Not far from the little cat, he was talking to his brother, the senior Lal who impressed me so much.

I didn't approach, I just approached and chatted with Bell, broke half of the chocolate and handed it to him, waiting for the two of them to finish talking.

The two of them didn't seem to be talking very well.

Ann looked impatient, and pressed her lips tightly, as if she was enduring.

Senior Lal was a little hurt, but he didn't give up the conversation. Judging by his gentle expression, he was probably telling something—ah, how could he treat children so indulgently and gently.

If he is disobedient, use appropriate domestic violence to make him listen.

To deal with Ann, who is hard but not soft