MVP in the next examination room

Not long after, an angry old Feng appeared at the front door of the classroom and patted the door frame hard.

Teacher Ren also smirked and coughed heavily: "Quiet! Do the questions!"

"What's going on!" Director Feng gave Tang Ran a vicious look, and then reprimanded the students, "The teacher is still here, you can hear the whole building laughing!"

I don't know who complained in a low voice: "It might be better if the teacher is not here..."

Feng Zhizhong didn't know who it was, and couldn't find someone to train him, so he had to point out Ding Yifan: "How did you become the class monitor? You don't even know how to help the teacher maintain discipline!"

Ding Yifan buried himself in the questions as if he had never heard of it.

An enthusiastic classmate nearby stretched out his hand and gave him a hard push.

Ding Yifan just woke up like a dream, dropped his pen and pulled out his earplugs: "Ah? What's wrong?"

Feng Zhizhong: "..."

"I really want to know," Tang Ran whispered to Yuan Che, "where did he buy those earplugs?"

After the self-study class in the morning, Jin Luo, Li Hong and Ding Yifan couldn't wait to run towards Tang Ran.

"Brother Ran," Ding Yifan's eyes lit up, "Can we have dinner?"

Tang Ran took out his mobile phone and glanced at it: "Open a bird, the meal hasn't been seen yet."

I don't know whose stomach grunted.Jin Luo yelled: "It's already twelve o'clock... Is there anything else, why don't we make it up first."

"Yes," Ding Yifan took out the teaching aid with great energy, and sat down in the middle of the first row. "There are a few difficulties in the paper just now. Let me take stock of it for you."

"...Go away, pack it yourself," Jin Luo hurriedly moved away from him, "If this thing can fill your stomach, why the hell are you waiting for takeaway."

"It's different, idiot." Ding Yifan said seriously, "This is food for the mind, the irrigation of knowledge."

As soon as I finished speaking, my stomach growled.

"...All right," Ding Yifan put the book aside in frustration, "What time will the takeaway come?"

Tang Ran's phone buzzed.

A group of people excitedly leaned forward to watch, but it turned out that there was only a text message notification.

——China XX Bank:

Your account ending in XXXX has completed XX transaction RMB XXXX with a balance of XXX.

Tang Ran blocked it with his hand, and the few people around him didn't see the exact amount clearly.

I only saw Tang Ran suffocate for breath, and then cursed in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Brother Dye?"

Tang Ran waved his hand and said nothing.

Sure enough, you can't talk too early, and you can't brag too much. In the morning, he was proud to say what Tang Minghua could do to him, and now the retribution is coming-more than half of this month's pocket money will be deducted.

Thinking about the bunch of takeaways he ordered that would allow him to drink Northwest Wind this month, Tang Ran began to seriously think about his own survival.

Tobeornottobe, pretense or not pretense, that'saquestion.

Yuan Che lay on the table, listening to the silence for a long time, turned his head and glanced, and saw Tang Ran staring at the phone solemnly, not knowing what was wrong.

He himself felt a little hungry at the moment, so he simply stood up and said, "Shang Xiao's shop is also open at noon."

"Are you hungry?" Tang Ran stuffed the phone into his pocket, "I'm a little too. Let's go to their house first."

When Shang Xiao saw Yuan Che walking into the store with four people including Tang Ran, the expressions on his face were rich and exciting, and he could cut dozens of emoticons in one minute without repeating them.

Although it is clear that Yuan Che is not autistic as others say, since he was a child, he has avoided such group activities as much as he can.

If one day someone told Shang Xiao that he saw Yuan Che inviting friends to a dinner party, Shang Xiao would probably take out ten yuan from his pocket and stuff it into him, suggesting that this person go to the hospital to register as a specialist.

Shang Xiao first pinched his palms to make sure he wasn't dreaming, pulled Yuan Che aside, and asked in a low voice, "You... want a treat?"

"No," Yuan Che didn't know how to explain to him, "Here are two bowls of rice noodles. I don't know what the three of them will eat, let them order by themselves."

Tang Ran heard Yuan Che's words with sharp ears, and very consciously classified himself as "the three of them": "You want to invite me?"

Yuan Che looked at Tang Ran who was walking over, was silent for two seconds, and said, "Yesterday...thank you."

Jin Luo and the others sat on the side to study the simple menu in the small shop, looked at it for a while and asked, "Brother Ran, we have never been here, what's delicious here?"

Tang Ran was still standing by Yuan Che's side, and said casually, "Rice noodles."

Jin Luo: "OK, rice noodles."

When the five bowls of rice noodles were served, there was still no movement from the takeaway.

Ding Yifan couldn't help asking: "Mr. Tang, what kind of takeaway did you order? Is it from the same city?"

Tang Ran glared at him: "Nonsense."

Jin Luo: "Its speed... really touched China."

Tang Ran picked up the phone and looked at it: "Shut up and eat."

Shang Xiao moved a bench and sat next to the five of them, watching them eat and asking curiously: "Everyone, are you all from Class 12?"

Tang Ran knew that the other three nodded in the haze of heat with rice noodles stuffed in their mouths.

Shang Xiao: "Today, was it Yuan Che who brought you here?"

The three of them nodded with rice noodles in their mouths.

Shang Xiao's expression began to brighten again.

Jin Luo was very understanding, stretched his neck and swallowed a big mouthful of rice noodles, and explained: "Let's put it this way, the few of us are friends who stole computers together."

"..."

Ding Yifan poked him a bit: "How do you talk, it's obviously a friendship that went through the examination together."

Shang Xiao: "..."

Li Hong, who hadn't interrupted, couldn't help opening his mouth: "By the way, Brother Yuan, I never had a chance to say that the inspection you read last time was really..."

He searched in his mind for a long time, and finally choked out four words: "Shocked to heaven."

Yuan Che: "..."

It's okay if they didn't mention it, but when it was mentioned, Yuan Che immediately remembered that day that could be recorded in the black history book, his eyes turned cold, and he looked at Tang Ran with murderous eyes.

Tang Ran coughed lightly, and immediately changed the subject: "Ordering these isn't enough. What about the menu? I'll order two more."

Jin Luo raised his hands in agreement: "Brother Ran is right, you see we all want the same thing, and we can't taste anything else."

"Who said it? It's the same." Tang Ran corrected him seriously, "My bowl was specially ordered for me by Ren Yuan Che."

Just as he was talking, the phone rang, and Tang Ran swiped the screen casually, and the voice inside came out clearly.

The people at the table couldn't care less about the ins and outs of Tang Ran's bowl of rice noodles, and were all moved by the voice on the phone.

Said over there: "Hello, I'm starving for takeaway."