Everyone I want to bully is abnormal

Bai Qingge's mind had already flown to Kan Zhiyu, who was walking towards him carrying a dark schoolbag and wearing a familiar military coat.

Bai Qingge opened the car door. Even though she had several thick scarves wrapped around her neck, the cold wind could always find a gap through which to blow. Bai Qingge shrank her neck in irritation.

"Classmate, this way." Bai Qingge waved and called to Kan Zhiyu.

Kan Zhiyu noticed from a distance this particularly conspicuous Lexus parked on the side of the road. After all, passers-by frequently cast envious glances at the car, so it was hard for her not to pay attention.

She didn't know what kind of car it was, but she knew very well that it was definitely not coming from the direction she came from, but from the old town. It might be waiting for someone from the old town.

As if he thought of something, Kan Zhiyu's bright eyes darkened.

If people in the old city had extra money, why would they buy a car first instead of moving out? After all, they hate the "rat ditch" so much.

Kan Zhiyu was just about to look away and look for the bicycle that Bai Qingge used to ride to pick her up every day except holidays.

As for the Lexus, no matter how handsome, eye-catching, or good it was, it had nothing to do with her. She neither envied nor was jealous of it.

But she was startled by the white head that popped out of the car.

"What are you standing there for? Come here quickly, I'm freezing to death." Seeing that Kan Zhiyu was still standing there, Bai Qingge moved his butt away from the warm seat and hurriedly pulled Kan Zhiyu over.

Kan Zhiyu did not resist at all. It was rather that Bai Qingge had been constantly launching gentle offensives during this period of time, which had made her somewhat accustomed to it.

"Student Bai changed his car?" Kan Zhiyu asked deliberately.

I said I didn’t care just now because I didn’t know who the owner of the car was.

I don’t know when it started, but the taciturn Kan Zhiyu always liked to ask a simple question or two about Bai Qingge.

It's not that I'm specifically asking about anything, it's just a natural feeling. I want to understand the other person but I don't dare to express it too obviously.

It's like a person i wants to make friends with person e, testing the waters sensitively and carefully.

What do you mean by "did you eat today?" "What did you eat?" "The weather seems good today; it may snow tomorrow." These are words that are meaningless but require courage to say.

"Well, the car we used last time was too conspicuous, so we changed it. By the way, classmate, have you had breakfast?" Bai Qingge answered while fiddling with something in a small insulated box next to him.

Conspicuous? Change one.

Kan Zhiyu's head was full of question marks. Did her deskmate have any misunderstanding about being low-key?

Although the last car, which was more than 8 meters long, was indeed very conspicuous, this car, judging from its appearance alone, and parked in this downtown area, can't be considered low-key.

But if we compare this car with the previous one, what Bai said seems to be understandable. I can only say that although Bai hates things like numbers, he understands the theory of relativity very well.

Anyway, her deskmate always has unique ideas, and she is no longer surprised.

Kan Zhiyu nodded and said, "I have eaten."

"That's perfect. Come eat with me. I got up too late and didn't even have time to have breakfast." Bai Qingge talked to himself. He pulled out a small table from somewhere and took out food from the thermal box one by one.

Kan Zhiyu was helpless and submissive as Bai Qingge ignored his words. There was no other reason. He had experienced similar things too many times and was almost used to it.

Bai Qingge's breakfast today was simple: four steamed buns, two cups of hot milk, and two bowls of steamed eggs garnished with a pinch of fresh chopped green onions.

Bai Qingge ate the buns with his hands without using chopsticks, one at a time. He ate several in a row before scooping two spoonfuls of steamed egg into his throat, still unsatisfied.

By the way, if she has some free time, she can observe whether her deskmate likes breakfast today.

One bite, two bites, three bites, four bites, five bites... Her deskmate took twelve bites to finish the bun, which was half the size of a fist.

Although I knew that my deskmate “ate less”, I was still shocked when I saw it so directly.

"Classmate, why are you so polite when you eat? You're like a mouse." Bai Qingge always speaks faster than he thinks.

When she noticed Kan Zhiyu's dark eyes and the frequency of his chewing had obviously slowed down, she realized that she seemed to have said something wrong.

"Oh, no, no, I said the wrong thing. I meant the little hamster I raise. It's very cute." Bai Qingge blurted out in a hurry.

But in fact, she had never raised a hamster before, and she couldn't help but condemn herself in her heart, Bai Qingge, Bai Qingge, when did you become so skilled at lying? I hope my nose won't get longer.

Bai Qingge herself probably didn't expect that she could tell such a smooth lie this time, because she often compared Kan Zhiyu to a hamster in her heart, and she blurted out the lie without thinking at all.

Kan Zhiyu saw Bai Qingge's anxious look, and rarely smiled, shaking her head and said, "It's okay." Because she was originally a rat in the gutter.

But her mother told her that they were not, they would leave this stinking ditch sooner or later, they were aristocrats.

The nobles ate in small bites, chewing slowly, elegantly and calmly.

But when Bai eats, he is bold, unrestrained and unconventional, which is completely different from what his mother said.

Kan Zhiyu's heart was shaken again. Maybe not all nobles eat like Bai, so what his mother said was not wrong.

After saying the wrong thing, in order to avoid making the same mistake again, Bai Qingge just kept his head down eating.

He ate one bun after another, his stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he finished three baskets of buns in the end.

"Ah, I'm only about 80% full." Bai Qingge rubbed his stomach comfortably with a satisfied expression.

Kan Zhiyu had just finished the other basket of buns, and it was only after she kept pestering him that he was willing to finish the basket.

Kan Zhiyu looked at Bai Qingge's amazing appetite. Although he had seen it before, he still couldn't help being surprised.

My mother said that nobles eat more meals but the Bai student in front of me is very different from the nobles described by my mother.

Whether it's the amount of food he eats, his manners, or even his conversation, they are all very different from the aristocrats my mother described.

If you really want to find some aristocratic characteristics in Bai, they must be gentleness and kindness, elegance and generosity, and emmm, some strange habits.

Of course, this was just her own imaginary nobility, because it was different from what her mother said.

My mother said that those living in the slums are rats, and those high-ranking nobles are cats, and cats are born to eat rats.

Whether it is dirty claws, hard bones, or indigestible hair, the cat will eat it all without leaving any residue.