Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

There was a lingering aroma of vegetables in the cafeteria, and the sound of stir-frying in the window rushed over several tables, tempting people's eardrums.

The fried rice noodle shop that Li Rong wanted to eat had a very good business. Through the crooked crowd, one could vaguely see the owner's dark and strong forearm muscles, holding a shiny iron pan, and quickly stir frying.

Under the iron pot, sparks fluttered upwards.

He also said that he wanted to eat it because he saw the splattering fireworks on a whim.

When he found that there was only one person and one pot in the window, he suddenly felt that he was a little unkind.

It seems that there will be a long queue, Cen Wei probably, very few queues.

His gaze shifted back to Cen Xiao's face again, he knocked on the bowl and waited for the prince of the third district to show his dislike, ordering him to change his lunch to stewed noodles with beans at the window next door.

In fact, the appearance of the braised noodles was not bad, and few people bought them. Anyway, he hadn't eaten in the whole cafeteria, so it didn't matter which one he tried.

But Cen Wei just glanced at the team, without changing his face, and walked towards the fried rice noodles window.

Jian Fu hurriedly supported the table with one hand, jumped out of the chair with all his strength, and quickly caught up with Cen Wei: "Hey, wait for me!"

Jian Fu took advantage of the situation and hooked Cen Wei's neck, and complained: "Brother, you are stupid, let Lin Qin do the crap of queuing up, anyway, he likes to please Li Rong, and we don't need to please anyone."

Cen Wei tilted his shoulders and shook off Jian Fu's hand, and took a deep look at Jian Fu: "It doesn't matter, I'm in a good mood today."

Jian Fu was inexplicable: "Today? What's wrong today? What's there to be happy about?"

The first day of school, there are still four long days ahead, no matter how I look at it, I feel desperate and want to die.

Cen Wei said softly, "Send a notice to Lao Yang."

"Ah?" Jian Fu wrinkled his facial features, and the word confusion was written squarely on his face, "Did Lao Yang give you money?"

Cen Wei didn't bother to explain to him, so he changed the subject directly: "Do you want to eat fragrant pot? I want to eat it. Buy some for me."

Jian Fu is simple, and successfully attracted attention: "Hey, I can do it, I want to eat grilled fish, and the fragrant pot is also fine, then I will buy it."

He immediately turned around and ran to the window of the incense pot.

At the small square table for four, only Lin Qin and Li Rong were left.

Lin Qin looked at the backs of Cen Wei and Jian Fu, turned his face, and whispered to Li Rong, "The line is so long. According to my experience, I have to wait for four to ten minutes."

Li Rong was slightly surprised: "So long?"

Lin Qin nodded fiercely, and pointed at the restaurant with his finger: "The boss is invited from an online celebrity fried noodle restaurant in the south of the city. In the past, the queue outside the school was longer. If we want to eat here, we have to sneak over 5 minutes before get out of class , the amount of pho is limited every day.”

"I haven't eaten." Li Rong murmured softly.

His original intention was that he had never eaten in a cafeteria, so he didn't know how long it would take to fry one portion of this thing, so he didn't expect to have to wait for more than 40 minutes.

But Lin Qin probably misunderstood.

Lin Qin looked around and made sure that no one around could hear him, so he whispered to Li Rong: "Squad leader, have you caught Brother Cen?"

Because you are willing to line up for you without eating, this cannot be a small trick.

There are four bottles of paid peanut milk on every table in the cafeteria. Li Rong drooped his eyelids, holding a bottle of peanut milk, gently rubbing the cap of the bottle with his index finger, and said with a smile: "How can I catch him? It would be nice not to catch me."

Lin Qin was quite good at observing words and expressions. He saw Li Rong's words were calm, but there was a look in his eyes that he really wanted to catch Cen Wei.

Lin Qin: "..."

"Then I'll go buy some food too. Tell me if you want anything else." Lin Qin stood up, stepped out of the chair, hopped two steps on one leg, and went to the window in the corner with the meal card in hand.

Jian Fu was the first to come back. Jian Fu was holding a plate with a pot of spicy hot pot on it. He quickly slid to the table and brought the pot to himself and Cen Wei.

Li Rong poked his head and took a look.

What Jian Fu wanted was medium spicy, with a layer of fried red peppers spread, and a little soup on the bottom of the basin was bubbling.

It's quite tempting. Gu Nong didn't let him eat these before, saying that there were too many additives in those balls, which were not good for his health.

Jian Fu swallowed at the steaming incense pot, and couldn't help complaining to Li Rong: "You said you have nothing to do and insisted on eating fried rice noodles. If I hadn't lined up for you, both my brother and I would have eaten it."

Li Rong propped his chin with one hand, and his stomach was a little flat. He was not in the mood to be simple and simple, humming and perfunctory: "I'm sorry."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qin also came back.

His knees were slightly bent, he walked cautiously, and tried to maintain his balance. The soup in the casserole was shaking from side to side, and it was almost splashed out.

Lin Qin finally transported the casserole from the far gate to the innermost table, and let out a long sigh.

"It's so dangerous, I almost hit someone."

Jian Fu straightened her waist, raised her chin, and glanced at the contents of Lin Qin's casserole with disgust.

Shrimp, white tofu, baby vegetables, konjac shreds, gone.

"The clear soup lacks water, and there is no appetite at all."

Lin Qin was also envious of Jian Fu's pot of fried hot pot, but he endured it no matter how much he could, he could only helplessly say: "I'm about to take an art test, I have to keep fit, and I can't eat high-calorie food."

Jian Fu swallowed at the incense pot, and asked boredly: "Hey, are you going to act in a movie in the future?"

The entertainment industry is an unknown world for him, and he hasn't paid much attention to it, but it feels good if someone he knows can become a big star.

Lin Qin couldn't help looking up at the ceiling, shrugged his shoulders, his face was full of fantasy and expectation, and said with great interest: "I want to perform on the stage, I want to hold a concert, the kind with thousands of people."

Li Rong's fingers rubbing the bottle cap stopped suddenly, his lips moved slightly, but he only smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart.

When people occasionally mention reality, they are always trembling and lamenting, because dreams that they thought would come true when they were young often come to naught in a particularly comical way.

I don't know who it is, manually adjusted the TV channel in the cafeteria, the superhero movie that was full of gunfire stopped abruptly, and the screen turned into a news broadcast.

"After the reporter's investigation and visits, we found that Li Qingli and Gu Nong donated 10 yuan to Zhiguang Special School in G City every year for the medical treatment and rehabilitation of disabled children. We also interviewed residents around the school..."

The reporter's camera was adjusted to focus on those citizens living in the city with simple and kind faces.

"Donation? The more he donates, the more greedy he is. It is said on the Internet that their family lives in a villa and drives a luxury car."

"I don't believe that kind of character would make donations. It must have been advertised. In fact, they didn't donate at all. How could such a person donate?"

"Why does he donate money at the same time every year? Do you think there is a problem with this matter? Could it be money laundering or something?"

"Those who have done bad things need to repent, and those who want to accumulate good karma. Many rich people believe this. Wouldn't it be better for him to donate, or let them swallow it all by themselves."

"I think scientists should not start a company. If a scientist starts a company and lives in a villa to make such a high profile, scientists should be close to the people."

"Who is Li Qingli? I don't read the news, I don't care what happens to him, I have to pick up the kids from school."

……

The sound of the TV is not low, at least a dozen tables around can hear it.

Li Rong is impartial, just within this radiation range.

As soon as Li Qingli's name came out, the conversation between Jian Fu and Lin Qin stopped.

The two of them and the students from other classes at other tables looked at Li Rong almost at the same time, their movements were very consistent, but the emotions in each person's eyes were different.

Lin Qin was sympathetic, Jian Fu was curious, and more students who had no connection with Li Rong were surprised and excited.

"Li Rong is sitting there, you look."

"It was just about his parents on the news, what do you think he thinks?"

"I didn't expect this to be broadcast on the school TV. I thought no one paid attention to it these days."

"Is he crying? Can any of you see whether he is crying?"

……

Of course Li Rong didn't cry.

He still propped his chin, lazily, playing with the bottle cap with his thumb.

He had heard all the similar news in his last life, and now he no longer had the same impact as the first time.

In contrast, he felt that his stomach needed more satisfaction.

On the TV, the reporter wanted to chatter endlessly, but just after saying the word Li, the TV screen went black, and all sound and picture disappeared.

Cen Wei finished using the remote control, turned his gaze to the few people who tuned the channel just now, and said nothing.

Those few people stopped eating, and looked back at Cen Xiao timidly, with apprehension etched on their foreheads.

Cen Xiao's eyes were gloomy, he sneered, flipped his wrist, and threw the remote control on their desk.

The table in the cafeteria was hollow, and when the remote control hit it, there was a "bang", which shocked the people at the tables around.

Cen Xiao didn't care what disturbance it caused, and returned to his seat with the fried rice noodles and egg custard he just made.

After he left, no one dared to turn on the TV, and everyone ate their meals without looking at Li Rong.

On the contrary, Lin Qin was indignant: "This reporter is deliberately following the rhythm. Isn't the donation a good deed? Doesn't it mean that he is a good person if he donates every year? In the end, he found a group of honest and honest citizens to guide conspiracy theories, and gave everyone's ideas to the public. It's off the mark."

Cen Xiao came back just in time, and put fried rice noodles and egg custard in front of Li Rong.

The egg custard is light yellow, very tender, with a layer of green onion floating on the surface, and the fried rice noodles are even more oily and shiny, with all the ingredients inside, filling a large plate.

Li Rong saw Cen Ling turn off the TV, and also saw Cen Ling throwing the remote control, he could feel that Cen Ling was a little unhappy.

In order to reduce his attention, Cen Xiao worked hard in line for four or ten minutes, but all his previous efforts were wasted, and he became the target of public criticism.

Li Rong rubbed his shriveled stomach, and slammed his mouth at the fried rice noodles: "I'm starving to death", after mumbling, he raised his peachy eyes, looked at Cen Wei with a smile, and asked softly, "Are you also Hungry?"

Cen Wei was clearly still a little unhappy, hearing Li Rong's soft voice, he just frowned slightly, and sat opposite Li Rong: "I'm not hungry."

Lin Qin couldn't see Li Rong accepting everything calmly, and said angrily, "It's simply illogical. According to what they said, donating money is wrong. Is it right not to donate? I really want to ask those people, have they ever donated money?" 10 yuan."

Li Rong sniffed the aroma of fried rice noodles contentedly, and could not help but sigh secretly.

Lin Qin is still young after all, and his emotions are so easily provoked, no wonder he later suffered a big loss in the game with unscrupulous companies.

On the contrary, Jian Fu, who doesn't have much affection for Li Rong, is the calmest about the news.

He bit the tip of his chopsticks, frowned and thought for a moment, and said to himself: "Why do I think the name of this media company is so familiar? I must have seen it somewhere, it should be when I was wandering in the first district, what did I write about?"

He is not as clear-cut as Cen Xiao and his parents. His family relationship is quite harmonious, and he loves to run to the first district since he was a child. In the past, because he was a child, the uncles in the first district did not avoid him very much. He occasionally saw some Information, when the special recruitment quota is determined, the restrictions on him in the first district will be looser, and he has nothing to do in his free time, just read some gossip.

He must have scanned this media when he was bored, but since he didn't have a deep impression, it meant that he didn't know the organizer of this media.

Jian Fu couldn't think of it and didn't embarrass himself for the time being, he snorted softly: "The idea of ​​inciting public opinion to turn black and white is really obvious. I wish I could beat Li Qingli and Gu Nong to nothing and have no positive image."

Cen Wei tapped the table with his chopsticks, interrupting Jian Fu's words: "Eat."

He knew that although Li Rong didn't care on the surface, he probably didn't want to hear these things.

Li Rong looked at Cen Xiao quietly.

He unexpectedly discovered that Cen Xiao was trying to figure out his thoughts.

Only when you care about it very much, you are willing to continue to ponder at a deeper level when the other party has not revealed anything.

This cognition made Li Rong feel a little delicate, because in the previous life, this was absolutely impossible.

But he wasn't really upset.

It is also a waste to consume emotions when you have no clue.

So he didn't intend to make Cen Xiao think too much.

Li Rong picked up a pair of rice noodles with chopsticks, frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "There are so many, I probably can't eat it, who can help me eat some?"

He asked who could help him to eat, but he directly put the chopstick rice noodles into Cen Xiao's bowl, which was half full, and there were squid and peanuts in it.

Jian Fu glanced at the rice noodles in front of Cen Ling, quickly pushed the incense pot towards Cen Ling, and said disgustedly: "My brother just said that he is not hungry, we have plenty of incense pots here, you can eat it yourself, if you can't eat it, you can eat it yourself." Not the point."

Cen Wei gave Jian Fu a cold look: "I'm hungry now."

Jian Fu was confident and confident: "You are hungry and eat a hot pot. I ordered for two. The canteen's CD-ROM operation is so strict, why should we help him eat?"

Lin Qin pretended to cover his mouth: "Ahem..."

Li Rong clenched his chopsticks tightly, took a deep breath, and crunched a peanut with a smile on his face.