boys' feelings are always poetry

87.

Because Fang Zhihui had to copy and write in the class at noon, a ration in the small dining table was vacated. For such an emergency, it was easy to solve. Fang Zhihui decided to give up the ration generously, and asked the students around if they thought If you eat, just eat one meal, if there is too much.

During the break between classes, Song Yu and Fang Zhihui looked around to find suitable people. Fang Zhihui was like a 100-year-old white-haired old man in the deep valley, eager to pass on his life skills to outstanding young people. People practice hard for ten years, and in the future they will dominate the martial arts world. It is best to be like the previous martial arts leader Lu Youshan. Of course, he does not have profound skills, and what he wants to pass on is a ration of a small dining table.

"What do you think of Cao Er?"

Fang Zhihui glanced at it and shook his head, "Not very good, what else can you eat for a heavyweight player like him once he is on the table?"

Song Yu took a closer look at Cao Er. Indeed, Cao Er was eating a giant bag of beef-flavored potato chips at this time. At first glance, he thought he was holding a big bag of washing powder in his hand, which was scary.

"Then what do you think, my deskmate Lin Er?"

Fang Zhihui shook his head without thinking, "No! Those who don't know should misunderstand, your deskmate Lin Er is not my type."

Song Yuxin said that you are too hard to serve!Neither this nor that!Think too much!My deskmate, Lin Er, goes outside every day to look at handsome guys. The aesthetic quality must be very high, and you are definitely not her type.

"It's better than this! I'll post a notice about looking for a destined person! Post it in front of the class!"

Song Yu smirked, Fang Zhihui was really concerned about his rations, and he was as if he was going to compete with a brave man, and the winner was king.

"Then you post it."

Song Yu opened the first unit of vocabulary, first made a small plan, and memorized five.

Fang Zhihui finished posting the notice of looking for a destined person, sat down next to Song Yu, and began to copy and write. The two of them were very serious, and it was an extremely beautiful scenery.

After a while, Cao Er ran over with a big bag of potato chips.

"Brother Fang! Someone! Someone revealed your list!"

Fang Zhihui put down his pen and regained his energy.

"Let me see who it is! Young man! Want to eat my rations! You have to pass my level first! Let me test your trigonometry!"

Song Yu also put down his pen, he wanted to see who the neurotic young man with the same brain circuit as Fang Zhihui was.

……

"The front of the class is where important notices are posted, not these messy things."

Lu Jixue criticized Wan Fangzhi, and indifferently folded his white list into a small square.

"I know I'm wrong! Squad leader! Don't write down your name!" Fang Zhihui immediately admitted his mistake, forgetting how complacent he was just now.

Fang Zhihui looked at Song Yu, Song Yu looked at Fang Zhihui, and the two looked at each other.

Don't panic.

"Squad leader, I have to copy and write at noon, so I can't go to the small dining table to eat. I want to ask you, can I have a meal?"

Don't ask, asking is that Fang Zhihui has too much wisdom.

Lu Jixue's face changed from cloudy to sunny.

"also."

88.

After school at noon, Lu Jixue and Song Yu went to the small dining table to eat together, with Gao Jiaming in between.

The moment Gao Jiaming saw Lu Jixue, he fell silent, ready to record every beautiful moment with his eyes.

After walking for a while, no one spoke, which was quite embarrassing.

Song Yu saw the oden sold on the side of the road and wanted to eat it.

"Do you eat?"

Gao Jiaming said don't ask me, I am recording the beautiful moments of Lu Jixue.

"Do you have a food hygiene license?" Lu Jixue asked.

Song Yu was at a loss for words, so he pulled Lu Jixue and Gao Jiaming away, forget it, he didn't eat, he would buy it after school.

"Haven't you ever eaten at a roadside stall?" Song Yu especially likes to eat at a roadside stall. When he was studying Mathematical Olympiad in the Youth Palace, he would eat a bowl of hot and sour vermicelli at the roadside stall at the door every time after school. Add shabu-shabu, Song Yu's favorite food is bean curd and cheap ham sausage.

"I haven't eaten." Lu Jixue's expression was a little dull, it seemed that he really hadn't eaten.

His childhood may have been spent in learning, but in my heart there is only learning, and learning keeps me alive.

Gao Jiaming wanted to laugh, every word Song Yu said and everything he did at noon today seemed to be digging a hole in Lu Jixue's spirit, on the contrary, Song Yu also, he had already left his spirit, so strange two people, It's such an unsuitable match, the so-called non-speech is too much, the two of them seem to say one more punctuation mark is redundant, it is better not to speak.

Song Yu glared at Gao Jiaming, thinking what are you laughing at?Although I hit a wall everywhere at noon today, it doesn't mean that I will always hit a wall in the future, not to mention that the indomitable iron wall is there, whether you touch it or not, it is there.

Lu Jixue also smiled, not a smirk, but a polite smile, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised in an arc, which meant that student Gao, can you not stand in the middle?Really won't wink.

Gao Jiaming quickly received a polite smile, okay, I understand, you two are strangers than strangers, the strangest strangers in the world, don't worry, I will always stand in the middle, break the embarrassment, start from me.

The smile on Lu Jixue's face finally turned into a fake smile.

"Classmate Gao, your shoelaces are untied."

Gao Jiaming was a little moved, the male god is too kind. Although everyone is not familiar with it, it can be seen from this small detail that the male god is very kind, the kindest male god in the world.

Gao Jiaming hurriedly bent down and lowered his head to tie his shoelaces.

"Eh? I didn't untie my shoelaces?"

Gao Jiaming stood up, looked at the backs of Lu Jixue and Song Yu, and rubbed his eyes.

Holding hands?

shit.

This sweet atmosphere is as if I am an outsider.