Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Mianyang was called out before dinner even though he thought about restraining himself as the winter vacation was approaching.

Liu Juan exhausted all means, but failed to pry out from his mouth who was going to the grove together. She believed that the puppy love had no place to run away, and even sneered at his so-called reason for peeking out of curiosity.

Although there is no evidence to confirm Su Mianyang's puppy love, this attitude is really annoying. In the end, Liu Juan simply fined him to write a thousand-word self-criticism for peeping into the privacy of the couple, and hand it in before the holiday the day after tomorrow.

Regarding the reason for the review, Su Mianyang was completely speechless and accepted the punishment willingly. Seeing that there was still a while before the evening self-study, he picked up the water glass and prepared to get a glass of water.

At this point, most of the students in the class went to eat, and there were only a few scattered people left to avoid queuing. Su Mianyang put the water cup under the spout, and leaned against the wall behind him to wait for the water to fill up.

"That...classmate..." The female voice was so small that Su Mianyang didn't notice that the classmate called him. It wasn't until the girl plucked up the courage to poke his arm with her finger that Su Mianyang turned back Come on.

Su Mianyang turned his head to look at the girl, and found that it was a short-haired girl with a round face and big eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were erratic looking at him, and she looked at the water dispenser after only a second, faltering in her words Su Mianyang's appearance instantly made Su Mianyang understand something.

"Sorry, we don't allow outsiders to pick up the water dispenser in our class."

The girl became anxious as soon as she said this, she bit her lower lip as if she was about to cry.

Su Mianyang hated seeing girls cry the most, and was at a loss, "Don't cry, someone else would say the same thing, so I'll give you two dollars and you go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of water?"

The girl's tears fell down.

"Forget it, I'll go to the supermarket to buy it for you."

Seeing that Su Mianyang was about to go downstairs if he didn't stop him, the girl grabbed his cuff with an apologetic expression on her face, "I didn't cry... tears came down when I got excited."

Under Su Mianyang's puzzled eyes, the girl took two deep breaths before finally saying what she wanted to say, "Student Su Mianyang, I like you."

Before Su Mianyang could react, the girl stuffed a letter into his hand and ran away as if flying away.

Su Mianyang stood there in a daze for a long time.

After he regained his composure, his first thought was stupid. He was questioned by Lao Liu about his puppy love just because he was spying on the young couple, but there was no evidence, and a girl came to send him a love letter right away.

The so-called no coincidence, if the order of these two things were reversed, Su Gu would probably have to come to the office to drink tea tomorrow.

When he met the confession after he promised that he would never fall in love, he couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than now.

Su Mianyang put the love letter into his pocket, turned around holding the water glass, and saw Xiao Lang standing three or four meters behind him.

There are really more embarrassing things.

"Sorry, I just saw it. Congratulations on getting out of the order?" Xiao Lang came against the light, with the boundless sunset behind him, and a faint shadow in front of him.

He stood in the afterglow of the setting sun and looked at Su Mianyang quietly. There was no smoke on his body, and he was as clean as winter snow. The only thing that connected him with the real existence was the canteen meal bag in his hand.

This appearance inexplicably made Su Mianyang a little guilty, "None of us... I don't like girls... No... I don't like her."

"En." Xiao Lang responded without emotion.

Seeing that Xiao Lang had no special reaction, Su Mianyang explained anxiously, "I really don't like her cute style."

Speaking of this, he was afraid that Xiao Lang would not believe it, so he added another sentence in a hurry, "I just like the handsome type like you."

What did he say?

This can no longer be summed up in terms of embarrassment. Su Mianyang, who came to his senses after a long time, just wanted to kick his legs and die forever.

"I see." Xiao Lang looked very calm, he slightly raised his eyes to look at Su Mianyang, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

At the end of Xiao Lang's rhetorical question, his tone rose slightly, his cold and detached voice was like a sharp needle made of ice, when the oxygen ball in Su Mianyang's heart swelled to a certain extreme, it pierced silently and suddenly.

After a shocking explosion, the balloon was smashed to pieces, leaving only a mess of emotions on the ground.

Su Mianyang didn't know why he was in a hurry to clarify. If the person in front of him was Zhang Haichao, even if he had nothing to do with that girl, he would be happy to joke and excite the single dog, but when the person in front of him was replaced by Xiao Lang, things changed up.

He didn't want Xiao Lang to misunderstand that he had a girlfriend, and he didn't want Xiao Lang to feel that he had something to do with other people.

This particular thought seemed to be wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, and just subconsciously wanted to avoid this topic that he couldn't figure out.

Su Mianyang stepped forward to put Xiao Lang on the shoulder, and took the bag from the man's hand, "Bring it for me?"

"En." Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes, covering up the emotions in his eyes just right.

The two of them returned to their seats together, and after hastily finished their meal, Su Mianyang took out the notebook from the desk pocket, tore off four pieces of paper from the back of the notebook, spread the papers out on the table, and pressed his head on the side of his forearm as a pillow As he spoke, he bit the cap of his pen and thought for a long time before he wrote a line of "review".

And after writing these three words, he was so stunned that no matter how he thought about it, it was difficult to write a single word. When Su Mianyang was thinking about whether to repeat "I was wrong and I was guilty" until he had written a thousand words, Xiao Lang next to him knocked knocked on the corner of his desk.

He looked over subconsciously, and the boy's unique tone fell on his ears the next moment, "Ms. Liu punished you?"

"Ah, isn't it? I was caught by the dean that day. I violated discipline every day. The old man knows me."

Su Mianyang bit his pen cap and spoke vaguely, but Xiao Lang still distinguished what he said clearly, "You are loyal enough, I didn't confess you even after being beaten to death."

"Let me write half of it." After Xiao Lang finished speaking, he took the few pages from his desk without giving him any time to react. Just staying on the clean paper, it seems that the person really wants to help him write the review.

This time, Su Mianyang was fooled by Xiao Lang's leaping thinking. In other words, he said that if it weren't for his curiosity that day, there wouldn't be any self-criticism. No matter how you think about it, you can't blame Xiao Lang. On the Internet, not to mention asking people to write a review with themselves.

But when the words came to my mouth, the taste changed again, "It's not that I don't like it. Think about your block letters that are as neat as a textbook. It's not powerful and domineering enough. I have the impression in the eyes of the teacher, how can it be possible to write a review book?" So neat."

Xiao Lang lowered his head and thought for a while, then switched to holding the pen with his left hand.

Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows, just when he was about to say that his handwriting was not so ugly as to write with his left hand, he glanced at Xiao Lang's handwriting and was speechless.

The beautiful running script, even Su Mianyang, who doesn't care about fonts, has to praise it.

Eclectic and unrestrained, he never thought that Xiao Lang could also practice such calligraphy, running script with his left hand and block script with the right, which sounds a bit schizophrenic.

"The handwriting is beautiful, have you practiced it?" Su Mianyang couldn't help asking.

"I was left-handed when I was young, so I started practicing cursive script because I liked it. Later..." It seemed that Xiao Lang's attention was distracted by the self-criticism in his hand. I changed my right hand, but I am more used to my left hand in running script."

Su Mianyang still understands this statement. When I was a child, my parents always said that writing with my left hand is wrong. If a child writes with his left hand, even if it is a violent method in the end, he must be corrected.

However, Su Mianyang still noticed Xiao Lang's high level of proficiency in writing, which was not something that could be achieved overnight, and one look at him showed that Xiao Lang's hands would not be wasted in the following years, "You are... awesome, you can write with both hands Homework, did you pass the words that you were asked to copy twice when you were young?"

Xiao Lang found it funny, and didn't mind continuing to joke with others, "No, I choose copy paper."

"At the beginning, it's the smell of standard review. Expert, I didn't expect you to have the experience of writing review." Su Mianyang looked at the paper under Xiao Lang's hands, and joked casually.

Originally thought that such a good student as Xiao Lang should have never even seen the beginning of the self-criticism book, but unexpectedly he wrote the self-criticism book in a set way. The current way of being a bully student is really wild, the writing style, the conception, the hand speed, Let him be ashamed of himself as a scumbag.

After such a comparison, Su Mianyang felt that his life was a failure. His original grades were not as good as Xiao Lang's. After all, he was a top student who transferred from a high school, but the feeling that his "expertise" was crushed by others was real. It's amazing.

"It's the kind of professional for more than ten years." Xiao Lang lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

Su Mianyang didn't take this forceful sentence seriously. After all, he had been with Xiao Lang for a long time, and he was used to the other party's behavior of saying jokes in a serious tone.

"You are too good. My tuba is useless. When I get married and have a child, I will take care of you." Su Mianyang paused and said, "Thinking about it, I'm still a little curious about your child. what would it be like."

"I probably won't have children in the future." Su Mianyang didn't expect Xiao Lang to take over his topic, and also brought up an aspect he had never thought about, "Let them come into the world without asking about their wishes." , is this really fair?"

Childhood is like the foundation for the formation of a person's three views, and Xiao Lang's childhood experiences always make Xiao Lang involuntarily feel inferior.

When Xiao Ziqiang was drinking and gambling, grabbed his collar and slammed it against the wall, forcing him to do something he didn't like, he couldn't help but complain like this.

No one likes him, since they all feel that they are a burden, why did they give birth to him?He kept saying that he owed his parents, but no one asked him about his wishes before he came to this world.

"Really? I really want a child." Su Mianyang's attitude towards the child is obviously much more optimistic. You are just as cute, just thinking about it makes me want to give him all the good things in the world."

Xiao Lang paused at the tip of his pen, and inadvertently pulled what he was writing out of the underline.He naturally skipped that word, and hid his emotions well in the next moment: "Just say that you want to be my father and forget it. There's no need to beat around the bush like this."

One sentence choked Su Mianyang to death.

Well, forget it, sorry.

If the child is like Xiao Lang, he doesn't know how many times he will have a myocardial infarction.