Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

In summer, there are more than one sellers of fried yogurt in the Shanghai market, but when it comes to fried yogurt at Shanghai University, the only one who mentions fried yogurt is Li Ji, who is always in a long line across the gate.

Compared with the high-quality and cheap stalls in the North District, this shop is characterized by being expensive but delicious. A serving of plain fried yogurt costs [-].

Wu Zhen looked at the calm-looking young man, as if he knew he would come, then glanced at the blank test paper, and finally had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

The young man took the test paper, quickly wrote on the paper with a carbon pen, and completed all the questions in just 28 minutes, as if there was no thought process at all.

Although Wu Zhen had expected that the top students from Shanghai University would walk around everywhere, looking at the neatly written scroll, he still couldn't help sighing, what kind of monsters were these, and he shivered shivering among normal people.

When he handed the 60 yuan to the young man, he heard the young man sigh with pity, as if he regretted that only one roommate could collect the wool.

Wu Zhen couldn't help but twitched his eyes, feeling that one roommate is not enough to get them together. If Song Zui majored in economics, he would be able to publish "My Opinion on Dormitory Economics Theory" in his freshman year.

He caught a glimpse of Yin Zihan's bed and thought about it and asked, "Yin Zihan is still in the hospital. I suspect that his injury is faked. A fight can last so long in a hospital?"

He has always been unafraid to speculate on Yin Zihan's thoughts with the greatest malice. With Yin Zihan's study attitude of fishing for three days and posting on the net for two days, he must take the opportunity to not want to go back to school.

"Not so much."

To Wu Zhen's surprise, Song Zui, who was about to go out, actually spoke for Yin Zihan, and he wondered, "How do you know?"

Song Zui's relationship with Yin Zihan was worse than his, but the young man never said a word of ill, he was not surprised by this, Song Zui was a classmate with a good tutor, but he was not very good at getting along with others.

In the next second he heard Song Zui reply, "I did."

Song Zui was very clear about how hard he was going to attack, Yin Zihan had to stay in the hospital for at least a week, and of course it was impossible to leave the hospital so soon.

The other party's tone was as natural as eating and drinking, and Wu Zhen was stunned on the spot. Does this mean that he is not very good at talking so he speaks with his fists?

Once again, he felt that his ordinary roommate became mysterious, as if he wasn't as obedient as he looked.

In the afternoon, Song Zui hurried to the gate of Shanghai University at the appointed time, looked at the man standing under the sun and said, "Sorry for being late."

"Just arrived."

The other party glanced at the time on his wrist and said lightly.

"Let's find a place to sit and talk." He pointed to Li Ji who was opposite, "Thank you for your birthday present yesterday. I'll treat you to fried yogurt."

Li Ji is an old shop that has been open for 30 years. The decoration of the shop is inevitably outdated after a long time. The wooden chairs are peeling and the inner core is exposed, and the table is soaked with fine oil stains that cannot be wiped clean.

Most of the students were in class at this point, and the weather was too sunny, so there were not many people in Li Ji, and there were still vacant seats by the window.

Song Zui walked towards the empty seat, and after walking two steps, he realized that the man was standing outside the store door and was not moving at all. He asked puzzledly, "Why don't you go in?"

After finishing speaking, he regretted asking this question, because the other party raised his eyebrows in front of the clerk.

"Too dirty."

The reason why he doesn't like to talk usually is that on the one hand, he has no time to talk while reading, and on the other hand, he is afraid that his words will not sound good and worsen his interpersonal relationship. He suddenly has confidence in himself when he hears what the other party says.

"How about a leaflet?"

He took out a stack of leaflets he received on the way from his schoolbag, but the man had no intention of going in at all, his cleanliness was much worse than him.

The boy had no choice but to give up his plan to eat in the store and walked to the order counter: "Two cups of plain fried yogurt."

"We use plain yogurt, and the original flavor will be more sour." The clerk didn't care about it, "Are you sure you need the original flavor for both cups?"

Song Zui hesitated for a moment when he heard this, since he prefers to eat sweet things, his eyes stopped for a while on the dazzling array of small ingredients.

A serving of pearls costs five yuan, and a serving of taro balls costs seven yuan. It's not that there is a shortage of five yuan and seven yuan, but it's just that I can't bear to buy it.

He Shanting stood outside the shop not far away. From his angle, he happened to see the young man staring at the small watch. The shirt collar was half drooped, and his slender neck was exposed under the collar.

Because of his long-term activities indoors, the boy's complexion gradually became fairer, but it still had a healthy texture. A small red mole was looming behind his collar, making it difficult to move his eyes away.

He lowered his pale eyelashes and looked away casually.

Song Zui was holding the 60 yuan in his hand and was about to say no to the clerk, when a cold hand suddenly landed on the back of his neck, the curved knuckles ran across his skin, pinched a corner of the collar, and carefully pulled it back into place for him. neckline.

Before he could react, the man who walked into the store said to the clerk: "Add all the small ingredients."

As if afraid of their remorse, the clerk immediately typed out the order, turned around and went to the operating table to make fried yogurt, and the air was instantly filled with a sweet and sour smell.

Song Zui's hands were shaking when he paid the money. He had never seen anyone who could spend more money than the other party. Who would have imagined that the person next to him owed a huge debt.

In a moment, two cups of fried yogurt were placed on the glass stand, one was ordinary plain yogurt, and the other was filled with various ingredients.

He sighed and served the plain yogurt. He thought that he would not lose money today, but he still spent his own living expenses. He felt that he wanted to discuss the concept of consumption with the other party.

Song Zui walked out of Li Ji with plain fried yogurt, and was about to talk to the other party about consumption concepts when the cup in his hand was suddenly taken away easily from above his head.

It was immediately replaced by another cup full of scrambled yogurt topped with a layer of oatmeal piled high with rich bits.

"what happened?"

He didn't understand why the man wanted to change the cup, since the cup in his hand looked quite attractive, he swallowed imperceptibly.

Unexpectedly, the man spoke softly.

"For you."

Song Zui accidentally swallowed the words of discussing the concept of consumption. His heart was touched in a subtle way, and he subconsciously wanted to say thank you, but suddenly remembered that it was his own money, and the touch disappeared without a trace.

Because the other party didn't want to enter Li Ji, they walked into the school and found an empty classroom to sit down. There was no one in the classroom, so it was no problem for them to sit on the chairs and talk.

After sitting on the chair, he took out his mobile phone: "If you sell gifts, first download a second-hand goods trading software in the app market, download it and register with your mobile phone number."

While eating fried yogurt, he taught the other party to use the software step by step: "After taking a good photo and uploading the picture, you can publish the transaction. There are many people bargaining inside. If you are afraid of trouble, you can mark it as a refusal to bargain."

Unknowingly, he talked for half an hour, even talking about how to deal with returns, and finally he turned off the screen: "You should know it, right?"

The man hummed.

Song Zui felt that his efforts were not in vain, and his tone was relaxed: "Can you pay off the debt after selling the goods? You don't have to do this business in the future, and I don't have to come out."

Not only can the other party start a new life, but he doesn't have to sigh over his bills anymore, and he can stay in the library with peace of mind in the future.

He Shanting didn't miss the relief that flashed across the young man's face, he raised his deep eyelids and said, "Not yet."

"why?"

Song Zui raised his head in doubt.

"Both of my parents died and I had no one to rely on. Back then, I spent all of my family's savings to treat illnesses." The man said lazily. Pay back the money alone."

"You don't have to pay him back, do you?"

He cautiously raised doubts.

Although nephews sound like relatives, they are not immediate relatives, and they have no obligation to jointly assume debts.

"If he doesn't help, his hands and feet will be broken." The man clicked his tongue softly, "Although I really want to see it."

Song Zui only took the last sentence as a joke. He didn't expect that the other party's life experience was more rough than he imagined. He is not good at comforting people. After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "You will pay off if you work hard."

"Then you take care of my business."

Hearing these words, the boy lowered his head with difficulty, ate fried yogurt silently, tried his best to pretend that he hadn't heard anything, and ate all the small ingredients, leaving only the thick-cut yogurt.

Maybe it was because he was eating too fast, a man's voice inadvertently rang in his ears: "When did you like eating sweets so much?"

He groaned with memories in his eyes. When he was a child, he didn't like to eat sweet things. He always thought that they were only eaten by children, but his taste changed later on.

"After junior high school."

Song Zui gave an inaccurate time, but the other party just squinted his eyes and didn't say anything, so he remembered to remind him.

"By the way, when trading on trading software, you must also pay attention to screening out liars. Some people will drop the package after receiving the goods. You must find a way to preserve evidence for delivery."

He spoke one sentence after another. He was thirsty and picked up the cup on his right. He accidentally took the wrong cup and took a bite of yogurt with a spoon.

Only at this time did Song Zui realize that the color of the cup was not right, he seemed to have taken the other party's cup.

He quickly put the cup back on the table, because the other party's cleanliness would definitely not want to touch someone else's used spoon again.

The next second, he saw the man staring at the plastic spoon stained with yogurt in the cup, lowering his eyes as if in disgust, and he was about to ask if he wanted to buy another one——

The other party ate a mouthful of yogurt with the spoon he used. There were traces of his use on the edge of the spoon, leaving white yogurt liquid, and the man seemed to lick it.

It was just a spoon, Song Zui's face was inexplicably hot, and the air seemed to be burning, trapping him bit by bit, as if he couldn't breathe.

He coughed to break the silence: "I'm done talking about today's stuff. I have nothing else to do and I'll go to the library to read. You can go around the school yourself, but you really don't want to buy too expensive things."

He realized that he said you too many times, and he felt a kind of inhuman bluntness. It was only then that he realized that he had never called the people around him.

Song Zui picked up his schoolbag, took the fried yogurt that he had almost finished eating, and walked slowly towards the door of the classroom.

After class, the number of people outside the classroom suddenly increased. Standing at the door, you can hear the sound of lively conversation on the stairs, which is completely different from the quietness in the classroom.

No matter when and where, social problems are extremely troublesome for the teenager, and he would rather do another test paper.

Finally, when he was about to go out, he plucked up the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "Can I call you A Ting?"

The man who was still sitting in the seat raised his eyebrows when he heard this address, obviously not very satisfied, so Song Zui had no choice but to ask again tentatively.

"Or do you like me to call you Tingting?"

After the voice fell, the air was quite silent.