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After resting, Song Boyang didn't dare to break his mouth again this time. He squeezed his mouth tightly, with a determined expression, determined to use the energy generated by all the cellular respiration in his body to complete this great transportation project in his hand. .

Zhou Chiyu also silently walked towards the classroom with Song Boyang.

Coming to the bottom of the teaching building, Song Boyang, who was on the verge of overdrawing, was so tired that he silently put down the desks and chairs in his hands. He looked up at the blue sky.

The bright yellow sunlight shone on the glass windows on the fifth floor, like a layer of gold powder was splashed on the surface of the wall in an instant. Under the action of gravity, one by one was forced to fall, and the flickering light disappeared in the expanding air. In the middle, it seems like a dream.

Then he came to two sad conclusions—

One, Class One, Grade Two on the fifth floor is as far away as the sky.

Second, regardless of whether there is a force value bonus accompanying the gender alpha, don't be brave, it's exhausting.

So he really couldn't move.

But the face problem made him not know how to tell Zhou Chiyu about this matter. After all, he had promised to tell Zhou Chiyu that this matter would be a piece of cake.

Fortunately, the desperate Song Boyang soon waited for the savior-Jiang Jun.

At that time, Jiang Jun was walking slowly out of the stairs, when Song Boyang stepped forward and grabbed his arm, who whispered, "Help me move the table up."

Song Boyang continued to work hard, "Look, you just moved two benches. Your ability has not been fully utilized, and you can make more contributions to the class, understand? If you are a peerless alpha, help me move up."

Jiang Jun agreed very readily, he lifted the table, turned back slowly, and did not forget to say to Song Boyang when he left, "You don't have to call me a peerless alpha—"

Song Boyang: "?"

"Just call me Dad." Jiang Jun giggled.

Song Boyang smiled and scolded the other party, "I'm sick."

After a hard struggle, the three of them finally stepped into the threshold of the classroom with honor after 10 minutes. Although the people in the class would not remember their contribution, at that moment, Song Boyang felt that he was sublimated. Feeling ecstatic—although Jun Jiang later told him that this was a sign of weakness after he was exhausted.

There was no one in the classroom, but the old ceiling fan above his head was still spinning. Seeing this, Song Boyang pointed the rotary switch to the zero scale, and with the last ounce of strength, he put the desk back into the empty space in the classroom.

"Brother Song, I'm leaving first!" Jiang Jun waved his hand, "My mother is still waiting for me to go home for dinner!" Then he ran away without a trace.

Song Boyang shook his limp arm, "Go, go." In the end, he couldn't hold back his tongue, "My good son."

He was sure that Mr. Jiang would not come back to argue with him because he was in a hurry. In addition, in Song Boyang's eyes, "seniority" is a very important thing in friendship, so he had to move the "seniority" that Mr. Jiang reversed just now. is coming back.

Song Boyang, who couldn't see Jiang Jun's back, looked away and was about to leave, but was surprised to find that Zhou Chiyu was still in the class. He was about to speak, but the other party asked him first, "Are you having dinner in the cafeteria?"

Song Boyang nodded: "Yes."

Zhou Chiyu pursed his lips, and then asked as if making up his mind: "Then let's... go to the cafeteria to eat together?"

Song Boyang nodded again, "OK."

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The canteen in A can be said to be boring for a long time.

Since Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu didn't go to the cafeteria in time for cooking, at this time, the few dishes that were still available in the cafeteria have been finished by the students with discerning eyes, and most of the rest are New Oriental. The chef will be shocked to see the "mash-up dishes", such as scrambled eggs with edamame and fungus, and fried ham sausage with pineapple.

There are also some that don't mix and match, such as fried tomatoes with tomatoes, and fried red peppers with green peppers.

Maybe the aunt in the cafeteria has a strong taste, and the oil and salt are put as if they don’t need money.

Vegetable leaves can lazily soak in oil and then swim.

Song Boyang walked from window No. [-] to window No. [-], and then from window No. [-] back to window No. [-]. He turned back and forth, but he didn't see a few that he thought he could get in. Chi Yu accompanied him to the second floor of the cafeteria.

After dinner, there were not many people on the second floor. Looking around, there were a few students sitting on the blue plastic chairs in the cafeteria.

Song Boyang asked Zhou Chiyu as if chatting while walking, "Do you often eat dinner in the cafeteria or at home?"

Zhou Chiyu shook his head, "Today is because it is too late to go home."

Song Boyang thought for a while and asked again: "Then have you eaten on the second floor?"

"No."

Song Boyang suggested, "Then let's go eat Lanzhou beef soup." He remembered something, and added with a smile, "After all, this may be on the second floor. It's rare that I think it can be called gourmet food."

Hearing the words, Zhou Chiyu understood the deep meaning of Song Boyang's words, and seemed to follow suit with a slight smile.

Song Boyang just walked to the window of Lanzhou Beef Soup, and the uncle inside the window began to entertain warmly, "Student, what do you want to eat?"

Song Boyang smiled and said, "Lanzhou beef soup."

"Okay." The uncle quickly pressed ten yuan on the campus credit card machine, then turned around and asked Zhou Chiyu who was standing diagonally behind Song Boyang, "Then the other classmate?"

Zhou Chiyu: "Same as him."

Seeing that Zhou Chiyu had swiped his card, the uncle turned around and went to the aunt who was in charge of cooking the noodles in the back kitchen.

Between the windows, only Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu were left waiting silently.

Song Boyang was not a man of few words, and he still had a somewhat familiar temperament, so he moved closer, lowered his voice and said to Zhou Chiyu, so as not to be heard by the uncle selling noodles, "Do you know that the name of this Lanzhou beef soup is How did you get here?"

Zhou Chiyu asked cooperatively, "How did you get here?"

"Ahem." Song Baiyang cleared his throat, "It is said that it is the result of combining the strengths of 'Lanzhou Ramen' and 'Huainan Beef Soup', and combining them into one."

Zhou Chiyu: "The taste is better than these two...?"

Song Boyang said seriously: "There is nothing wrong with it, but there is something wrong with it."

Zhou Chiyu was startled, and then quickly realized that Song Boyang had switched the positions of "yes" and "no" in the original sentence. The relationship between Master Kong's 'Shuaifu Kang' and 'Master Geng'."

Song Boyang laughed out loud when he heard the words, unexpectedly Zhou Chiyu still had a sense of humor.

"Students, the meeting is ready!" The uncle over there reminded them loudly.

Song Boyang patted Zhou Chiyu's shoulder, "Let's go, let's eat noodles."

Zhou Chiyu's whole body froze when Song Boyang approached him suddenly, and when the other party walked away, he suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly followed.

On the narrow window, there are two bowls of noodles, which are said to be beef soup, but in fact there are only a few scattered meat particles smaller than the diced beef in Master Kong's beef noodles.

But red oil floats in the soup base, following the steaming heat into the nose of passers-by, whets the appetite, green or white scallions wander in the noodle soup, and the noodles spiral into mountains, most of which are hidden in the red oil soup bottom. Only a small hilltop is exposed.

Although it is a bit shabby, this may be the best configuration in A that can't even fit the auditorium seats in the stadium.

When Zhou Chiyu's eyes fell on the noodle soup, his expression changed slightly.

Song Boyang captured the other party's emotions very keenly, "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay." Zhou Chiyu avoided talking, he held up the noodle bowl with both hands, "Let's find a place to sit down first."

Song Boyang followed Zhou Chiyu with a bowl in his right hand. On the way, he went to the disinfection cabinet with his free left hand to pick up two pairs of chopsticks. They found two seats facing the electric fan and sat down. Song Boyang handed over one pair of chopsticks to each other.

Zhou Chiyu took it, "Thank you."

Song Boyang, whose buttocks hadn't warmed up on the bench, suddenly remembered something again, and asked, "Do you drink soup? Shall I get you a bowl of soup?"

Zhou Chiyu looked up at Song Boyang, and blinked in surprise, "Do you want...soup to eat noodles?"

Song Boyang was taken aback, and then laughed a few times, "That's right, I forgot, I'm the only one who has this strange habit." He jumped up from his seat, "I'm going to get the soup, you eat first, I'll eat it right away Just come back."

Sunday is seaweed and egg soup, which is Song Boyang's favorite taste among the seven days. In addition, he exercised a lot during the sports meeting, and Song Boyang was thirsty. So on the way, he couldn't help but lean close to the edge of the bowl to drink a few Mouth, after drinking it, I was shocked to realize that this is not very elegant.

After all, this time I was eating with Mr. Zhou, who once won the first place in the school. At first glance, Zhou Chiyu looked like a good boy with upright roots, well-educated and good manners—for example, when he just gave the chopsticks, he told me Thank you——Thinking of this, Song Boyang removed the bowl from his lips, although he didn't understand why he suddenly restrained himself in front of Zhou Chiyu because he was so used to profligacy.

After doing this, Song Boyang had the confidence to see what Zhou Chiyu was doing now.

You should be eating noodles, right?After all, the noodles I recommend can’t go wrong?

However, the moment his sight touched Zhou Chiyu, Song Boyang was stunned.

Even so, the pace under his feet never stopped. After only a few seconds of being stunned, he had already walked to the seat opposite Zhou Chiyu, and sat down without thinking about his body.

The distance of a table, so Song Boyang can see clearly——

Zhou Chiyu was concentrating on picking chopped green onions with chopsticks.

The chopped green onion swims freely on the noodle soup, and his body is flexible. Zhou Chiyu's chopsticks follow behind him relentlessly, perseveringly.

In A are iron chopsticks, which are slippery and can’t be held. The uncle who made the noodle also chopped the green onion finely and finely, probably to make the embellishment look more green.

The most irritating thing is that the chopped green onion was picked up, but the tip of the chopsticks has not left the area circled by the mouth of the bowl, and the chopped green onion is leisurely, like a live loach, easily escaped from the gap between the two chopsticks.

Then drop gracefully back into the noodle soup.

But Zhou Chiyu didn't seem to be discouraged. He picked up the chopsticks to scoop up chopped green onions again, brought them to the bowl, picked them up, and put them on the table. Halfway through, the chopped green onions fell from between the chopsticks, and then started scooping again, and so on.

Zhou Chiyu was too focused, so when Song Boyang sat across from him, he didn't seem to have any reaction, just busy with the work in hand wholeheartedly.

So...he doesn't eat onions?

That's why his expression changed slightly when he saw the noodle soup?

Song Boyang suddenly felt a little funny.

Especially when he thought that Mr. Zhou, who usually raced against time to study, was secretly competing with a bowl of small chopped green onions with his hands that got the first grade in the school, he almost laughed out loud.

Although he may be the culprit—after all, he was the one who recommended Zhou Chiyu to eat noodles—but who would have thought that Zhou Chiyu would not eat green onions?

Looking up, I saw Zhou Chiyu's face was serious and focused, his eyes were focused on the floating green solid under his eyes, and the number of blinks was not as frequent as when he was in a relaxed state, so his two thick black eyelashes only trembled occasionally Once, like the frightened black feathers of a tired bird in light sleep.

Wait, his eyelashes are so long.

If he hadn't looked closely, Song Boyang really wouldn't have realized it.

It was a rare opportunity to observe closely. Song Boyang, thinking of this, lowered his head and pawed a few mouthfuls of noodles with his right hand, and then couldn't help staring at the opponent with his left hand on his chin.

Man's pursuit of beautiful food is tireless, and he is not exempt from vulgarity.

Then he found out that Zhou Chiyu had double eyelids.

It's the kind of delicate outer pair, narrow at the corner of the eye and wide at the end of the eye, which makes his eyebrows more lively and lively.He is very fair and clean, but he has nothing to do with femininity.

If you want to sum up his appearance with a few words, Song Boyang thinks it will be exquisite, clean and gentle, and these words are in line with the stereotyped impression that the public has the highest praise for an omega.

When thinking about the other party's accompanying sexuality for the third time, Song Boyang felt that he was dazzled by Jiang Jun's casual words, and for a moment he wanted to know the gender privacy of this new classmate.

It may be human instinct to explore and curiosity at work.

He was thinking wildly, when the person across from him suddenly raised his head.

The four eyes faced each other, and their eyes met in mid-air.

Two curving black thick eyelashes were lifted to the delicate double eyelids, and the vivid and lively eyebrows were full of her own reflection.

Song Boyang's heart suffocated.

He hastily pretended to be a coincidence and shifted his gaze away, lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls of noodles as a cover, but what he was thinking in his heart was——

How did he get caught peeking again!

The author says:

Love doesn't know where it started, it goes deep once, then declines, and finally exhausts.This stalk comes from the Internet, I can't find the source, but I still emphasize that it is not original~