Mr. He, please respect yourself

Liu Weizhuo: [Really? 】

Song Zicheng: [Really]

Liu Weizhuo: [But why didn't I see that you had breakfast in your hand? 】

Song Zicheng's heart skipped a beat.

"Song Zicheng."

Song Zicheng was slightly startled when a voice came from behind, and when he turned his head suddenly, it was Liu Weizhuo.

"Didn't you buy it? I walked all the way behind you, but I didn't see you buying breakfast."

Song Zicheng was surprised by Liu Weizhuo's sudden appearance, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable, "Why are you here?"

"This is the way to go to school. It's even more strange that I'm not here." Liu Weizhuo glanced at him, gave him a look of 'what are you thinking', and stuffed a box of steamed buns into Song Zicheng's hands, "Eat, I I remember that Li Zhihui bought it for you before, Miao Chuntang's steamed stuffed bun, you like it, right?"

The steamed bun in his hand could feel the warm temperature and fragrance even through the packing box. When Song Zicheng heard Liu Weizhuo mentioning 'Li Zhihui', he couldn't help wondering, did Liu Weizhuo know Li Zhihui?

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Song Zicheng secretly remembered that he must ask Li Zhihui in the future.

Gathered in the auditorium of the college, the counselor talked about today's arrangement and reception precautions, and then let each group return to their respective posts.

Most of the groups are three-person groups. Song Zicheng and two classmates are assigned to the main entrance of the school, assisting the school security personnel, directing the vehicles entering the school and letting them stop at the designated location.

Although it was outside, the work content was relatively simple, especially seeing that Liu Weizhuo was not in the group, Song Zicheng was inexplicably relieved.

At [-] o'clock, the first batch of registered freshmen began to enter the school one after another. If they were walking, students from other groups would let the freshmen take the school bus to enter the dormitory. If they entered the school by car, Song Zicheng's group had to go one by one. Before leaving, tell the parents in the car how to park the car according to the signs in the school.

Today's weather is sunny, with a light breeze, and there is not much sunshine in the morning. Song Zicheng is in the same group as two female classmates. Song Zicheng can't bear to let them be burdened, and takes the initiative to contract more workload. After a while, his back is sweating.

Another batch of vehicles entered the school. Song Zicheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, fiddled with his hat, stepped forward, and knocked on the window of a black vehicle.

"Hi, welcome to..."

The smile on the corner of his mouth didn't have time to bloom, and the words in his mouth were not complete. When he saw the people in the car, Song Zicheng was stunned.

He Chumo...

Why is he here?

Not only Song Zicheng was surprised, but even He Chumo was also surprised, thinking that Song Zicheng went to school here.

Although Mr. Song used the reason of going to school to expressly hinted that Song Zicheng would live in his home, but at that time he was forced by Mr. Song's pressure, and he let Song Zicheng live in out of the heart of taking in a student in a boarding house, but he never cared about it. Which school he went to and what major he studied.

'Zi Cheng. '

A familiar call came from the passenger seat, which made He Chumo calm down. What he didn't know was that Song Zicheng outside the car froze when he heard the familiar voice.

It's Lin Qiao.

"Zicheng, are you going to this university too?"

The face of the person in the co-pilot seat was full of joy, and his tone was obviously surprised. He didn't seem to see the indifference on He Chumo's face and Song Zicheng's embarrassment, "We will be alumni from now on. Teach me, senior."

Song Zicheng stood quietly, staring at Lin Qiao's hands on He Chumo's shoulders, he didn't reply for a long time, he felt that his internal organs were disgusted by the "senior".

What a day/a/a/dog!

The number of vehicles entering the school gradually increased, and a traffic queue slowly formed at the gate of the school. The students in the same group not far away were waving to him.

Lin Qiao was still talking: "Zicheng, I haven't seen you for many years, why don't you come and have dinner with us at noon. It's the first time Chu Mo and I have come back to this school. You will be our host. Where are you going after dinner?" Let's go for a walk, okay?"

Song Zicheng looked at Lin Qiao, and couldn't help but recall the scene last night. He felt a throbbing pain in his stomach, and was extremely uncomfortable. Especially when he heard Lin Qiao keep saying 'we, we', he didn't want to talk to him.

This person's brain must have been pried open, and it was also full of cotton.

After going away for eight years, do you take it for granted that as long as the time is long enough, you can be forgiven for doing what you missed?

Who is the victim?

Song Zicheng had a cold face, pretending not to see Lin Qiao in the co-pilot, trying to maintain his usual expression, and said to He Chumo like a formula: "Sir, driving is not allowed in some areas of the school, please follow the signs on the roadside, Park the vehicle at the location arranged by the school, there will be students from the school in the parking lot, and they will lead the new students to the corresponding registration place and dormitory, thank you for your cooperation.”

After finishing speaking, Song Zicheng took a quick step back, raised the little red board in his hand, and signaled He Chumo to enter the school with the convoy ahead.

He Chumo in the car glanced at the aggrieved Lin Qiao, then turned to Song Zicheng, "Xiao Qiao is talking to you."

Song Zicheng turned a deaf ear and said, "Sir, please enter the school as soon as possible, so as not to delay the vehicles behind."

He Chumo frowned, said no more, kicked the accelerator, and the car drove straight forward.

Song Zicheng's busy figure was reflected in the rearview mirror. He Chumo glanced at him and saw him talking and laughing with the car behind him with a smile on his face. He remembered the "Sir" just now, and couldn't help snorting.

"Zicheng... is he angry?"

Lin Qiao stuck his head out of the car window, looked back at Song Zicheng's direction, and then looked at He Chumo, pinching the seat belt with both hands, his tone full of grievances, "Chu Mo, did I say something wrong just now, I just thought that , We haven’t seen each other for so long, and we will be alumni in the future, so I proposed to get together, I didn’t mean to make Zicheng angry.”

"Don't pay attention to him." He Chumo held Lin Qiao's hand, "We don't see each other often in the future, why should we spend our thoughts on him?"

"But......"

Lin Qiao took He Chumo's hand, "He lives in your house, and we will always see each other in the future..."

He Chumo frowned for no reason when he heard this, his face darkened.

The status of fiance is very in the way.

After a busy morning, when it was almost twelve o'clock, the two girls in the same class began to complain that they were tired. Leading two female classmates to rest in the shade of a tree aside.

"Zicheng, do you want milk tea?"

A girl with a ponytail asked with a sweet smile.Song Zicheng looked at the takeaway interface on her phone and said, "Okay, but I want lemon black tea with ice."

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone, found the girl's WeChat account, and transferred the money.

The girl took it, looked at the amount, let out a sigh, and looked at Song Zicheng in surprise.

"You and Xiaoqin should also order together, you have worked hard today."

"Thank you very much." The girl said happily, chatting with another girl about what to order.

"Zicheng, where are you going to eat later?"

The girl named Xiaoqin asked Song Zicheng while swiping her mobile phone, "Mengmeng and I will go to Ying Canteen to eat after we get the takeaway, why don't you go too?"

Song Zicheng didn't think much, and nodded in agreement.

Soon, the takeaway arrived, and the two girls volunteered to go to the school gate to get it, leaving Song Zicheng waiting in place.

At noon, the sun was fierce and there was no wind. Song Zicheng took off his hat and fanned it, but he still felt hot. He grabbed his hair and combed his sweat-soaked bangs, revealing his smooth forehead.