Xia Lang

Like him?

Especially Brother Zhuo, with such a constricted look that he almost showed his fist at him.

Sun Wenhao was forced to move several steps towards Xie Xuyao ​​by Brother Zhuo's Ruju gaze.

Li Zhaozhuo was annoyed by Zhou Yan's meaningful eyes, his face smelled bad, "What are you talking about, Song Linju's clothes are dirty, I will lend him the clothes I haven't worn."

Sun Wenhao suddenly realized, "It turned out to be Brother Zhuo's clothes. I said why they look so familiar."

Knowing that Brother Zhuo likes this niche brand of clothes recently, once he went to the mall and saw a batch of new styles, he asked people to pack each style according to Brother Zhuo’s size and send it to Brother Zhuo’s home. Everything was bought by him. , may not look familiar.

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Song Linju had just finished eating when he saw Sun Wenhao waving at him not far away.

"Brother Song is here."

Just as he was walking towards the table that Sun Wenhao and the others were looking for, someone recklessly bumped into him.

Song Linju turned sideways to dodge quickly, but somehow he was bumped into by the man and took a half step back.

Before he could react, he heard the boy on the other side apologizing softly.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry... are you okay?"

Song Linju raised his eyes and saw the boy's face clearly. It was a delicate and well-behaved face, a little shorter than him.

The boy's handsome face was full of apology and worry, and his ears were flushed, like a rabbit curled up with both long ears in shame, it was easy to soften one's heart.

But Song Linju was not confused by his innocence, he looked at him with clear eyes, as if they could reach the depths of his heart.

When he bumped into him, he dodged, but he was able to hit his arms accurately, which showed that the collision was not an accident. What did he want to do?

Facing Song Linju's inquisitive cold gaze, the boy looked him up and down with his deer-like eyes.

Seeing that Song Linju's white T-shirt was only splashed with a few small spots of oil, his brows that had been frowning all this time unfolded, and he smiled as if relieved, "It's a good thing I didn't burn you, I'm really sorry just now, I didn't Watch the way, but I have spare clothes, do you need them?"

After he said this, Song Linju lowered his head and glanced, the most conspicuous thing was his hands that were covered with seaweed and burned red.

After such a heavy bump from him just now, the food on the plate will definitely spill out, especially the boy also made a bowl of soup. If the boy didn't help him block it with his hands, the steaming soup would definitely splash all over him.

And his clothes were only splashed with a little oil, but the boy in front of him was completely messed up, and he asked himself if he needed spare clothes.

At this time, Sun Wenhao came over, and seeing the two of them stalemate, he stood beside Song Linju without hesitation, staring at the opposite boy with an air of protection.

"What happened to Brother Song?"

He is very protective, even if it is Brother Song's fault, he will protect Brother Song, besides, just now he saw that this boy seemed to bump into Brother Song for some reason.

However, Sun Wenhao didn't look like the thin and frail boy in front of him was here to find fault on purpose.

Seeing that the boy's hands were red from the heat, he didn't seem to feel any pain, and even smiled at him relaxedly. Although Song Lin felt a little weird, he didn't say anything, just said it was okay and left.

It wasn't until Song Linju's figure disappeared into the crowd that the boy left in a calm and sticky suit.

Seeing that Li Zhaozhuo was staring there, Zhou Yan took a sip of his soup, "Since you're worried, why don't you go there with Haozi?"

The clear soup lacked water and was tasteless, but most of the dishes in the cafeteria were heavy in oil and salt. Zhou Yan only took a sip before putting down the spoon.

Hearing this, Li Zhaozhuo withdrew his gaze, picked up the two mouthfuls of rice on the plate, and didn't care much, "Hao Zi used to be the same."

This person, just be stubborn.

Seeing that Song Linju was hit by someone, he stopped his chopsticks. He seemed to want to go there, but he remembered something, so he only asked Haozi to go and have a look.

But he was not stable in his seat, and his eyes were fixed on that side, looking at nothing.

But Zhou Yan didn't expose it, he just smiled and said, "Yes."

Some things are confusing to the authorities but clear to the bystanders, but he doesn't plan to wake up a certain Qing Dynasty straight man early.

If this guy doesn't jump out of the fence he set up early, he will suffer enough.

Besides, he was also quite interested in Song Linju, and he was too lazy to remind Ah Zhuo of such a thankless task.

The dinner plate was in a mess, Song Linju went to reorder the meal and asked Sun Wenhao to go back first.

Seeing Sun Wenhao coming back alone, Xie Xuyao ​​looked around him and asked, "Where is Song Linju?"

Sun Wenhao pointed to the rice cooker window, "Someone accidentally knocked Brother Song's rice cooker over just now, and Brother Song went to make rice cooker again."

Li Zhaozhuo looked in the direction of the dining window, but he could only see half a thin back in the crowd, "Is he all right?"

Sun Wenhao waved his hand, thinking he had smacked a piece of Coca-Cola chicken wings on Xie Xuyao's plate, "It's all right, it's just a little oil splashed on my body."

Xie Xuyao ​​just pretended not to see it.

After a while, Song Linju broke through the crowd and walked towards them with a plate.

Zhou Yan was the first to speak, and he handed over a napkin thoughtfully, "Wipe off your sweat first."

The air conditioner in the cafeteria is not fully turned on, so it’s okay to sit, but it’s hotter when you line up among the crowded crowd.

"Thank you." Song Linju took the tissue and sat down next to Li Zhaozhuo as usual, opposite Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan could clearly see the few drops of oil on his body.

Sure enough, it was the same as what Haozi said, only a few drops of oil were splashed on it.

Zhou Yan's smile deepened after glancing at Li Zhaozhuo, who had straight lips and seemed to have no desire to speak.

"Lin Ju, are you okay, do you want to change clothes? I remember I have a spare set of clothes in the school storage room, I can borrow you first."

Song Linju said lightly, "No, I have spare clothes too, I'll change them later."

Zhou Yan, who was rejected, did not show embarrassment, and his expression was still comfortable and gentle, "That's good."

Li Zhaozhuo has never felt so contrived in a moment like now, and his smile is an eyesore, making him wish to throw the pair of chopsticks in his hand towards his face, to expose his annoying hypocrisy.

Perhaps out of the intuition of small animals, Sun Wenhao, who was familiar with carrying Coke and chicken wings, keenly noticed that something seemed to have changed quietly after one night.

He secretly patted Xie Xuyao ​​on the left, and lowered his voice, "Why do you think Brother Zhuo is much quieter today?"

Xie Xuyao ​​looked at Sun Wenhao helplessly.

This little mentally handicapped man, the table is only that big, and they sit very close to each other. Even though his voice is kept low, the few people facing them can hear him.

Originally, Xie Xuyao ​​didn't bother to talk to him, but seeing his arrogance, if he didn't speak, he would push his plate to the ground.

Xie Xuyao ​​moved the plate away, "You don't have a headache now?"

Sun Wenhao's eyes followed his plate, "There are still some."

As he spoke, he also moved his plate to Xie Xuyao's side.

He hasn't had enough of the coke chicken wings yet, anyway, he didn't touch Xie Gou much, so don't waste it.

This guy can't stop his mouth if he has something to eat.

Xie Xuyao ​​missed a pair of chopsticks that sneaked in with his chopsticks, deliberately threatening him, "That's it, brother Zhuo may be drunk by you yesterday, and he is not energetic now."

Hearing that it was yesterday that he poured alcohol into the pot again, Sun Wenhao said in a low voice, "No way, I remember that brother Zhuo can hold a lot of alcohol."

Every time a few of them drank with brother Zhuo, brother Zhuo was sober and asked to send them back in the end.

It's not that Li Zhaozhuo didn't hear what Haozi thought he was whispering, but he still didn't say a word, picking up the food on the plate and eating it.

And it's not that Song Linju didn't notice Li Zhaozhuo's indifference towards him today. After coming to school, he didn't say a word to him, and he rarely looked at him.

But he was still fine before yesterday, the only thing that caused this change could only be what happened last night, during that period of time he had no memory of it.

What did he do?Or did you say something?

It seemed that something cut off his memory neatly. No matter how hard Song Linju tried to recall the situation at that time, there was nothing, except for the ambiguous picture that popped up suddenly in the morning and made him flustered.

never...

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Thanks to "Three Two One" for the cute 10 bottles of nutrient solution, hehe

metamorphosis

Thinking of a certain possibility, Song Linju clenched the chopsticks in his hands, his fingertips turned pale, and the sweat that oozed from his back for a moment didn't know whether it was hot sweat or cold sweat.

Zhou Yan was not very used to the food in the school cafeteria, and his hangover made him lose his appetite, so he didn't touch the dishes on the plate, even if it was over, he just sat aside and watched them eat.

To be precise, he spent most of his time looking at Song Linju.

Seeing that Song Linju had been contemplating something with his eyebrows fixed, and he didn't even move his chopsticks, he asked with concern, "Linju, why do you eat so little? Is today's food not to your liking?"

Song Linju, who was immersed in his own thoughts, had long been in no mood to pay attention to others, but out of politeness, he still said softly, "It's okay."

"If you don't have an appetite, eat something to fill your stomach, otherwise it will be difficult for such a long afternoon." Zhou Yan's words were full of relaxed intimacy, but some people couldn't listen anymore.

Li Zhaozhuo frowned, and directly slammed the chopsticks on the rice plate, making a "pop" sound that made people feel restless.

Everyone at the table looked at him, except Song Linju.

"Zhou Yan, you eat yours, what do you do with so much talk, it makes people panic."

Song Linju doesn't know you that well yet.

Li Zhaozhuo's words were blunt and impatient