Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Fang Zhimo couldn't remember where his interest in Cheng Du began, but every time he remembered Cheng Du, he would trace it back to the day when he was in fifth grade, when he was reassigned.

It was the early autumn of 1994, the first day of the new semester. The sunshine in City B was just right, and there were no clouds in the sky.

The sun at 10 o'clock in the morning was not too strong, and when it climbed into the window lattice, it happened to shine on the child next to the window, covering his whole body with a golden halo.

The child's skin is very white, so white that it is a bit irritating. When the sun passes through his thin ears, you can see the red capillaries inside, which are very delicate.

The child's name is Fang Zhimo, which probably means Zhishu Dali from the name. He also has a younger sister named Fang Xiaohua, who presumably knows the meaning of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Fang Zhimo's grades are worthy of his name, and Fang Xiaohua...she is only 4 and a half years old, what does she know?

At this moment, Fang Zhimo, who is well-read and reasonable, is squinting his eyes, watching the changing angle of the sunlight climbing up the window lattice, listening to the babbling sound of Cicada outside the window, and yawning.

So boring, first day.

Fang Zhimo blinked his tired eyes, and looked at the eight-character motto above the blackboard: "Unity, tension, seriousness and liveliness". Classes - the importance of the small class 27.

Class 27 is the first batch of elite classes since the school was restructured, and the school called it the experimental class.

The experimental class, as the name suggests, is to put these carefully selected excellent seeds in petri dishes, and do advanced teaching experiments while doing key training.

The children in this class are of great significance to the leaders and teachers of the children's school, but the children themselves do not know their future fate, and many of them are still feeling sad about the sudden separation.

However, all of this has no effect on Fang Zhimo, and it doesn't matter to him whether his grades are good or bad. There are very few people who know what they want to do in the future and how to achieve their goals since they were young.

For others, they were in elementary school, but for him, it was just a passing scene. Anyway, for him, his future life had nothing to do with what he learned in elementary school.

It’s already the beginning of autumn, but the weather is still not cool. Fang Zhimo glanced at the fan in the middle of the classroom. Bigger than a fan blade.

Fang Zhimo propped his chin, imagining in his heart the scene where the thing suddenly breaks free from the fixed rod, flies down and takes it away with a swish, and laughs as he thinks about it.

The little glasses sitting next to him turned to look at him, as if telling him to listen carefully in class.

Fang Zhimo curled his lips and looked at the stage.

Votes are being counted on the stage to elect class cadres, and the number of votes for several names is skyrocketing.

Tan Yuan, Tan Xiaobo, Fang Zhimo, and a strange name named Cheng Du.

This name seems to be chosen very casually, but the owner of the name is well-known in City B.

He often competes with other schools in City B on behalf of his children's school, and has won countless trophies. Even Fang Zhimo, who doesn't pay much attention to knowledge competitions, has heard of this name and paid attention to his record several times in private, but I've never been able to get along with people.

Unexpectedly, this time he was assigned to the same class as Cheng Du. Fang Zhimo propped his chin and thought: I don't know what kind of person this is.

Just thinking about it like this, for some reason, I fell asleep.

Just when his mind was wandering too far, an elbow stretched out suddenly, knocking off the hand supporting his head with a snap.

Sudden loss of support for his head, Fang Zhimo suddenly nodded his head on the table, followed by the cold of his vest, and woke up instantly.

Fang Zhimo had a bad temper, and was suddenly woken up by an elbow, and immediately felt angry.Opening his eyes, he saw the righteous expression of "sleeping in class is a serious crime" on the face of the little glasses at the same table, Fang Zhimo was stunned, blinked his eyes, and didn't let out the anger.

Seeing him wake up, the little glasses quickly turned back.

Fang Zhimo felt as if he had been slapped in the face, couldn't help but clicked his tongue, rubbed his nose, and complained in a low voice: "What's so interesting about this kind of class, why don't you sleep?"

Little Glasses shook his shoulders, obviously heard his complaint, turned his head and gave him a serious look, was about to speak, then closed his mouth as if remembering something, pursed his lips and neatly cut out a piece of paper in the notebook , wrote one stroke at a time: [The classroom is a place for learning, sleep is not allowed. ]

Seeing his serious face, Fang Zhimo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

There really are such rigid and serious people in this world, has this child's brain been swallowed whole by the ideology and morality beast?

Little Glasses saw that he was no longer sleeping, so he ignored him, and turned to watch the student representatives sing and draw the correct characters.

Fang Zhimo listened for a while, feeling bored, leaned closer to the little glasses and said, "Hey, what's your name?"

Little Glasses frowned and looked back at him with an expression of "you who talk casually in class, stay away from me".

Fang Zhimo was helpless, and asked again when he was far away, but this time he was ignored.

Knowing Mo Ping's character, Yi Fang had lost his temper early, but today he was extremely bored and couldn't skip class in front of the old class, so he had to think of ways to tease this old-fashioned little glasses.

Fang Zhimo stared at the back of the little glasses' head for a while, took the paper and pen he left on the table, and wrote in another line: [What's your name? ] and pushed the pen and paper back.

The little glasses glanced at the words on the paper, then at the old class who was listening to the ballots seriously, hesitated for a while, took the pen and paper, and neatly wrote on it: [Cheng Du. ]

Fang Zhimo watched those two words form stroke by stroke, and the surprise index in his heart soared.

Let me go, it turns out that this guy is Cheng Du?

The author has something to say:

Yoshi, this is the first time I try a campus essay with a sense of age, I hope everyone will support it~ Bow!