Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 296 The male theologian is in my house 16
Xin He pursed her mouth, blinked her moist eyes, and said with a hint of grievance in her voice, "Then I won't copy your homework anymore."

Fu Lou stretched out his slender index finger and shook it: "No, I will teach you how to write every day."

Xin He turned to look at Fu Lou with serious eyes, "Student Fu, I haven't known you for a day, so you just teach me how to study, isn't that a little bit bad?"

Fu Lou smiled: "We are at the same table, and it is right to help each other."

Xinhe stared: "We don't know each other well!"

Fu Lou continued to smile: "It's okay, just teach and you'll be familiar with it."

Xin He looked up at Fu Lou for a few times, the young man looked at himself, with a slight smile on his delicate eyebrows, and the seriousness that Xin He least wanted to see flashed in his beautiful eyes.

She gave the boy a fierce look, then took out the lunch box from the drawer, got up and prepared to go to the cafeteria.

Seeing Xinhe leaving, Fu Lou hurriedly got up and chased him out.

"Wait for me."

Hearing the smiling voice behind him, Xin He snorted softly, and decided to ignore him for the next few days.

Shuangmao said quietly: "Hehe, are you sure?"

Xin He pursed her lips: "I will never compromise!"

Shuangmao waved his hands, obviously not believing: "All right, all right, as long as you are happy."

Fu Lou quickly caught up with Xin He, walked to her side and walked side by side with her, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

Xin He glanced at him sideways, and found that Fu Lou was not carrying a schoolbag, and frowned slightly: "Where is your schoolbag? Aren't you going home?"

Fu Lou put his hands in his pockets, and when he saw Xin He talking, he knew that she should not be angry. He looked ahead and said slowly, "Let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

After going back yesterday, he thought about it for a long time. It's not bad to use the lunch break to study, or is it really a waste?

Hearing this, Xin He stopped in her tracks, looked up and down Fu Lou's empty hand, and said hesitantly, "Are you sure?"

Fu Lou was slightly puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Xin He sighed helplessly: "Brother, you didn't bring a lunch box, are you planning to use the dining plate from the cafeteria?"

Although Fu Lou has no memory in every plane, but one thing has never changed.

That is - cleanliness.

Xinhe has a deep understanding of this.

Only then did Fu Lou remember that there was still this problem, and he patted his head in frustration: "Then what should I do?"

"Why don't you use the takeaway box from the cafeteria?"

Although Fu Lou didn't like it, he decided to eat in the cafeteria, so he had to use a takeaway box.

But when I saw the takeaway box in the cafeteria when I was cooking.

Not to mention Fu Lou, even Xin He was silent.

Because the bag was blown off by the fan and fell on the sticky table, but the auntie in the canteen naturally picked it up, looked around, made sure no one saw it, and stuffed it back into a new pile of plastic bags.

In the end, Xin He gave half of her lunch box to Fu Lou.

Fortunately, Xinhe's lunch box is big enough, so it's just an extra trip around.

The problem is not big.

When queuing up, Xin He thought it was Fu Lou's first visit, so he asked him to line up first.

As a result, when it was time for Xin He, the last serving of sweet and sour pork ribs and eggplant was beaten by Fu Lou.

I don't know if it's because of the previous planes, Fu Lou's taste is more and more similar to Xin He's.

Staring at the sweet and sour pork ribs in Fu Lou's lunch box, Xin He's eyes were extremely resentful.

There were few dishes that Xin He liked, so she ordered a few at random and then went to find a seat.

(End of this chapter)