Salted fish became popular after going on a variety show with a dead enemy

Each group picked people separately, and the morning was over after the dust settled.

The guests at noon needed to use the 200 yuan to solve the lunch problem. Except for Ran Cheng and the others, they used local materials, half-pushing and half-spotting the students to treat them to a meal in the cafeteria.

Many people rushed forward to invite Liang Yi to dinner, but Liang Yi looked at Ran Cheng, who had wandering eyes, and refused.

"What to eat?"

Liang Yi pushed aside the crowd and asked Ran Cheng.

Ran Cheng rubbed his nose, remembering the last time he sadly urged the barbecue meal, he asked Liang Yi, "What can Teacher Liang eat?"

"The place is clean, everything is fine."

Ran Cheng pouted, and walked around the back street of the school with Liang Yi. His leg was about to break, and he managed to find a small noodle restaurant that met the requirements.

The noodle shop is clean and elegant, with hollowed-out carvings on the walls, and bamboo curtains next to the front tables, which can be folded down to form small compartments.

As soon as they walked in, the clean and tidy proprietress greeted them, looking nervously at the following camera.

Ran Cheng asked angrily: "Mr. Liang, would you like to inspect the back kitchen?"

Liang Yi sat down at the table: "Just here, didn't you often eat noodles in high school?"

Ran Cheng was tired and hungry, so he sat down quickly, fearing that Liang Yi would stare at him eating again like last time, so he directly waved and asked for two bowls of signature noodles.

A bowl costs 25, which is a quarter of the cost of the first meal.

Ran Cheng watched the waiter write in his notebook, and calculated in his mind, there were 7 meals left, the two of them...

"One of the bowls is not spicy at all." Liang Yi said suddenly.

"Is it acceptable for the pepper to be slightly spicy?"

"No need to put pepper then, thank you."

[Write down the actor's taste, I don't like spicy food, not even a little spicy]

[Wuwuwu and I have similar tastes, we will definitely live in harmony in the future]

[Ah, ah, no!Why don't you eat spicy food, it's so sad]

Ran Cheng was immersed in mental arithmetic, and he didn't know whether he had reached a conclusion in the end.

He shook his head, looked up at the hanging bamboo curtain, seemed to want to say something, glanced at the camera that was very close, and swallowed it back.

Liang Yi raised his eyes and said to the camera in a deep voice, "You can eat too."

It was clearly a well-intentioned sentence, but coupled with that stern face and deep voice, the words sounded a bit commanding and oppressive.

The big cameraman felt that the machine in his hand was getting hot. He held the camera steady and said with a bitter face, "Mr. Liang, the director will not allow it."

[The sense of oppression is so strong, I just ate a mouthful of food involuntarily]

[Liang Yi's care is like this. I use Liang Yi's voice as the wake-up ringtone, and I wake up in a cold sweat every morning]

[I really want Liang Yi to say "Da Lang, it's time to take medicine"]

[Dalang takes poison directly]

【He is a working machine without emotion, no one can get him】

Ran Cheng fiddled with the plastic paper of the tableware in his hand, and the smell of noodles and meat penetrated his nostrils. He looked at the school uniforms of the two, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

In fact, he and Liang Yi had dinner together quite often in high school.

At that time, Ran Cheng was very popular, and every day there were different voices asking him to "pay attention to the personality", from parents, companies, agents, teammates, etc., and it affected the whole body.

Someone may secretly take pictures at any time, so you must be careful not to get too close to others.

This destined him to be alone, eating alone and walking alone, except for Liang Yi who didn't want to squeeze into his life because he didn't like him. local encounter.

Once he showed an unhappy expression, Liang Yi would smile triumphantly, and in the end he couldn't tell whether he was really upset or something else.

Fortunately, in the end, Liang Yi left his life unhappily, so there is no need to distinguish between high and low, otherwise the brain cells will die a little bit.

The brain cells in the third year of high school have already experienced a catastrophe, and every survivor is very precious.

Ran Cheng raised his head and peeked at Liang Yi, who was expressionless. He was obviously wearing a blue and white school uniform similar to that of high school, but his temperament had changed so drastically.

"Noodles are here, take your time, both of you."

The waiter in a clean uniform walked up quickly, looked at the notes, and put the bowl of clear noodle soup without pepper and spicy in front of Liang Yi.

Liang Yi naturally pushed to Ran Cheng's side, and picked up another bowl on the tray.

The aroma came to the nose, and Ran Cheng didn't remember the difference between the two bowls, so he mumbled his thanks and couldn't wait to start eating.

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[? ?Why is it so smooth? Ran Cheng is the one who doesn't eat spicy food? 】

[Who can tell me why Liang Yi knows Ran Cheng's taste, I don't want to be kept in the dark for the rest of my life]

【...Maybe we just had dinner together in high school】

[srds has been away from high school for five years]

[Who said that Liang Yi is an emotionless robot just now]

【That's great, it's not that the actor doesn't like spicy food, we're getting along again】

[No, don't you think that the love between classmates is also a little bit deeper? 】

Ran Cheng gobbled it up. The taste of this noodle shop is very good. The hot and delicious soup warms up his whole body.

It's just that the bowl is very small and small, and it's a bit unfinished.

He happily put down the chopsticks, picked up the bowl with both hands, looked around, and put it down again.

Some doubts asked: "Why doesn't Teacher Liang eat?"

"Have not eat yet."

Liang Yi said in a low voice, his answer was wrong.

He nudged the bowl, and the pepper was left aside, half of it was noodles covered with tempting beef.

Ran Cheng was heartbroken, his eyes turned between Liang Yi and Mian, he wanted to speak but stopped, stopped and then wanted to speak.

Finally, he opened his mouth: "Mr. Liang, you have let down a bowl of noodles."

Liang Yi looked at him fixedly, and after a while, he showed a less obvious expression similar to self-deprecating.

But Ran Cheng obviously didn't pay attention to these, and continued to say what he said:

"...The best time to enjoy a bowl of noodles is when they are just out of the pot. Now that the noodles have absorbed the soup, the taste is no longer chewy. It can be said that its life has..."

"Understood." Liang Yi interrupted him coldly, stirring the pepper and noodles in the bowl with a chopstick.

Ran Cheng was immersed in his noodle aesthetics, met Liang Yi's cold eyes, and silently closed his mouth.

-

After a meal, Ran Cheng and Liang Yi returned to school and began to rehearse for the students.

The script of the youth micro-movie drawn by their group is called "Green Apricot", and the content is the most common youthful crush.

Obviously, Liang Yi was in charge of directing and acting guidance, and Ran Cheng consciously helped.

"Let's draw lots for the roles."

Liang Yi picked up the script from the director's team and said casually.

Ran Cheng went to find paper to make lots.

"What if the protagonist's image doesn't match?" The most beautiful girl among them spoke, her lips curled up after hearing the lottery, and she spoke with a little arrogance.

Liang Yi lowered his head and flipped through the script of the microfilm in his hand, without even raising his head: "Actors shouldn't have a fixed image, if there is one, it's the actor's own problem."

Ran Cheng made paper balls according to gender and asked everyone to draw.

The advantage of youth movies is that it is easy to wear clothes, just put on the ready-made school uniforms of the program group, and everyone is the same.

After the lottery was drawn, the male lead was the boy in red who had just said on stage that he could dance the Ran Cheng Dance, and he was a little incoherent with excitement.

Liang Yi had already flipped through the script and made some comments on it.

"Ran Cheng, send the script to everyone."

Ran Cheng distributed the scripts to everyone one by one.

"Everyone read it first, talk about your thoughts on the role, and raise any objections."

Ran Cheng kept a copy in his hand, sat back on the small bench at the back of the classroom, and opened it to read.

The author says:

Everyone's cheers have been received! (^3^)/--