MVP in the next examination room

At six o'clock in the morning, white steam rises from the steamer at the entrance of the small restaurant, and the aroma is overflowing.

The words "Lao Shang is early" written in red lacquer shimmered in the faint morning light.

The proprietress wiped her hands on a clean towel, took off her apron, and sat down on the stool closest to the door. The alley was quite deserted at the moment.

A few minutes later, a mountain bike appeared at the entrance of the alley, turned in and stopped in front of the restaurant.The boy in the blue and white school uniform stretched his legs, jumped out of the car with ease and said hello to the proprietress: "Morning, Aunt Han."

"Yuan Che is here," the proprietress got up with a smile, walked to the cage and greeted, "What do you want to eat? Or steamed buns?"

"No," the boy said, "I want rice noodles, a medium bowl."

The landlady's hand stopped in mid-air, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the watch hanging on the wall: "Rice noodles? Is...is there still time?"

"It's too late," the boy casually glanced at the clock, and said indifferently, "This morning."

The minute hand should be rightly pointing to "5".

The small restaurant serves a variety of breakfasts, the most famous of which is chicken soup and rice noodles.

The soup is made one day in advance with native chicken' chicken racks. The soup is thick and delicious, and the smooth and chewy rice noodles are soaked in the taste, and then mixed with a meat sauce prepared by Aunt Han, the color, fragrance and taste are delicious.

Aunt Han yelled at the back kitchen. Yuan Che hadn't finished entering the payment password, but Lao Shang filled the rice noodles and brought them out. Seeing him, he was amused: "Hey, it's so early today?"

The children who live in the Hutong are not bad for the "Lao Shang Rice Noodles". Unfortunately, the time is tight in the morning, and most of the students order the steamed buns that can be cooked quickly, and they can rush to school after a few mouthfuls.

It was rare for Yuan Che to order rice noodles, so he thanked Uncle Shang with a "yes" and sat down to eat.

Lao Shang immediately rolled up his sleeves, went back to the inner room and knocked on the door, shouting loudly to his son to get up: "Shang Xiao! Get up! Yuan Che has come to eat!"

"What!?" There was a horrifying howl from inside, followed by a clang.

Comrade Shang Xiao yelled "Damn!", and within 2 minutes, he jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes and rushed to the bathroom, dressed and washed at the same time, and then opened the door to launch himself: " Mom and Dad, I won’t eat, it’s too late—”

Then, when he was about to rush out of the store, he caught a glimpse of Yuan Che who was calmly picking up rice noodles and putting them in his mouth.

Shang Xiao slammed on the brakes and retreated, turned his head half a circle and looked at the watch on the wall: "...Damn."

"Old Yuan, you're really good at it." Shang Xiao took a small steamed bun and sat down opposite Yuan Che, "Did you order this 5 minutes earlier than usual? It's crazy."

"You've known me for a few years," Yuan Che said casually, picking up a chopstick of rice noodles, "When will I be late?"

Shang Xiao thought about it too.When he was a child, he was a senior "stepping on the spot" professional user. He never entered the classroom one second before the bell rang, but he was never half a second late. The most amazing thing was that he never deliberately looked at his watch on the road.

People gave it the nickname "Step on the Lone Wolf".

——"Lone Wolf" is quite lonely, just like Shang Xiao, the two of them are in the same class in kindergarten and elementary school, and they are in different classes in middle school.

Apart from him, Yuan Che didn't have any friends.

I don't know if it was because of the white steam in the rice noodle bowl, but the stern lines on Yuan Che's face looked softer than before. Shang Xiao looked at him and asked, "Isn't it normal? It's Monday, and you're in such a good mood?"

Yuan Che stared down at the bowl, aimed at a quail egg with the tip of his chopsticks, poked it lightly, and said, "Our grade department will publish the results of the monthly exam today."

No wonder.Shang Xiaoxin said, the brain circuit of you imitating Xianer is different from that of normal people.

He swallowed the remaining steamed buns in a few mouthfuls, took another sip of millet porridge, and was about to make a good mockery of Xiaolong, when he suddenly found that there was only the last handful of rice noodles left in the other party's bowl, so he changed his words temporarily: "Hey you Don't eat it, leave me a mouth! I'm so hungry."

Yuan Che pulled the bowl closer to him: "Put it in the back."

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"Where's Yuan Che? Come out!"

Director Feng stopped at the gate of Class 12, Senior One, gnashed his teeth and said this, and even forgot to take off the pale pink helmet on his head.

Feng Zhizhong, the deputy director of the grade department, is also the head teacher of Class 12.

As a middle-aged man, Director Feng, who still insists on walking in the forefront of fashion trends every day, rides a green bicycle and wears a small pink helmet, is a beautiful landscape of Shengjing Middle School.

"Leader, you're early." For some reason, a desk separated from the group was set up on the right side of the podium, and the boy beside the desk folded his arms and lazily propped his head up, his eyes half-closed Looking at him without opening his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a hint of anger, "The BGM that Yuan Che appeared on stage hasn't played yet."

There was a burst of laughter below.

In the entire class of 12, the only one who dared to call Feng Zhizhong "the class leader" in front of his face was Tang Ran, who was promoted to Shengjing Middle School with the lowest grades in the school.

In the past, when Director Feng was in a good mood, he would just curse at the little bastard and it would be over. Today he was obviously in a bad mood, so he took two steps in with a tiger's face, pulled the Chinese textbook under Tang Ran's arm, and asked sharply: "What kind of morning reading is this? Ah! English morning reading! What book did you take!?"

After finishing speaking, he slammed Tang Ran's textbook onto the podium, pointed at the door and said, "Take your English textbook and go out!"

Tang Ran sighed, raised his hand unhurriedly and grabbed the messed up hair twice, and said calmly: "I'm not talking about you, Lao Feng, why are you so angry with this book this morning. It's not that I don't like it. English morning reading, really, this English textbook is really not as comfortable as Chinese..."

Every time he uttered a word, Director Feng's complexion turned darker, and in the end it became completely dark.Seeing that a big explosion was inevitable, the morning reading bell rang suddenly.

Precisely, a figure appeared at the door of the classroom.

The neat and well-fitting school uniform and the tall and straight figure instantly shifted the eyes around Tang Ran and Lao Feng.

Yuan Che walked into the classroom stepping on the morning reading bell without any burden, and when he saw the class leader wearing a pink helmet with an angry face, he didn't say anything, and strode straight to his seat.

Feng Zhizhong yelled, "Stop!"

Yuan Che turned his head.

The morning light came in from the window at the rear, half of his face was buried in the shadow, and the other half was reflected in the morning light.

Tang Ran, who was out of the flames of war, was not idle, and took the opportunity to take a good look at this person's face.

There are a total of 36 classes in senior one, which are managed by two levels. It is said that the girls in the first level have been arguing for a long time over the issue of which of them can afford the "level grass". Recently, they even joined forces with the second level to make a Boring online voting, the result hasn't come out yet.

Tang Ran leaned his back against the desk, crossed his legs and looked carefully, thinking that the opponent's facial features were impeccable, but his eyes looked like they had just been released from the refrigerator after being frozen for more than ten years.

It's too cold, ten points deducted, but I'm still handsome.

After the unilateral appraisal was completed, Tang Ran sat back and turned back contentedly. Just as he was about to take another nap, Director Feng put his hand on his shoulder.

"You, move Yuan Che's desk forward. Yuan Che, come out with me!"