Double Life: My whole world is you

At this time, there were two more bags of pickled mustard tubers on her desk. Cheng Qiao looked to the right and saw the man working on a thick Mathematical Olympiad book...

Cheng Qiao shook her head at the man. It couldn't be him! She looked at the seats at the back of the class. There were only a few people in the class. She didn't know them. She really didn't know whose pickled mustard was. At this time, Wang Liqin was also a little surprised to see the pickled mustard. She asked Cheng Qiao, "Cheng Qiao, did you buy pickled mustard this morning?"

"No!" Cheng Qiao shook her head decisively, "I'm too poor now and can't afford pickled mustard tuber."

"That's strange, why is there pickled mustard on our table?" Wang Liqin asked puzzled.

"I don't know!" Cheng Qiao shook her head. "Maybe one of my classmates is helping the poor?"

"The boy sitting next to you has been in the classroom. He probably knows. Do you want to ask him?" Wang Liqin said.

Cheng Qiao glanced at him and shook her head, "I don't want it. I don't know him."

"He seems to be quite serious, and has been doing math problems." Wang Liqin said, "He is not from our class three, nor is he from your class one. He is probably from class two."

"That should be it." Cheng Qiao agreed. She didn't really want to talk about him. Maybe she was still angry with him after seeing that scene today. In fact, she knew it was wrong. At this time, they didn't know each other. Who he liked and how he was had nothing to do with her. She just thought about the more than ten years of entanglement with her. Even if he didn't know her now and they were not familiar with each other, she still couldn't ignore everything about him...

"Cheng Qiao, what's wrong with you? Where's your food?" Wang Liqin asked Cheng Qiao when she saw her in a daze, "You didn't forget to bring your food, did you?"

After hearing her words, Cheng Qiao reacted and said with a smile, "I brought it. I was just wondering who gave us the pickled mustard tuber."

Cheng Qiao took out the glass bottle her grandmother had given her in the morning from her schoolbag and poured out all the vegetables inside. Her grandmother had fried some peppers and eggplants, and there was some soybean paste. Cheng Qiao left some for Wang Liqin, "Try it. The soybean paste my grandmother made is quite delicious."

"Okay, thank you." Wang Liqin took the soybean paste and suddenly thought, "Cheng Qiao, could it be that some classmate asked someone to bring this pickled mustard, and the person who brought it put it in the wrong place? Should we give it to the teacher?"

"This..." It seems to make sense, but is this child too honest? Cheng Qiao asked in her heart.

"Let's finish our meal quickly and then hand it over to the teacher together," Wang Liqin urged.

Cheng Qiao scratched her head, thinking about how to respond to her, when she heard a noise next to her. It turned out that the boy pushed his chair away and was about to leave. The two glanced at him and then looked away. At this time, the boy suddenly turned around and said, "I have a suggestion for you. You can write a few words on the blackboard. If no one claims them, don't worry about it."

Hearing his words, Cheng Qiao nodded, "This seems like a good idea."

"Okay, thank you, classmate." Wang Liqin also said.

"You're welcome!" The man smiled. "My name is Cheng Ye. I was working on my homework just now and didn't notice what happened."

He nodded to the two of them and walked out. He was gentle and polite when dealing with people, especially girls. It was really hard to hate him, but...

"Hey, Cheng Qiao, let's think about what to write?" Wang Liqin had finished her meal at this time, and she said with her face in her hands.

"Just write Lost and Found, Two bags of pickled mustard tuber, Three groups in a row Cheng Qiao Wang Liqin." Cheng Qiao said, "You write the words, I can't read my handwriting."

"Okay, that's fine. Simple and clear." Wang Liqin nodded.

Wang Liqin came to the podium and started writing. When she finished, Qiao had almost finished her meal, so they walked out of the classroom together. At this time, Cheng Song, Wang Shuai and a few other boys came in together, including the fair-skinned boy Zhang Yandi. Cheng Qiao smiled and nodded at him, but the moment he saw her, he turned his head and looked away. Cheng Qiao patted her face in embarrassment...

When the two of them washed the dishes and went to the toilet, there were already many people in the classroom. However, the words on the blackboard had been wiped off. Cheng Qiao and Wang Liqin shrugged their shoulders and said, "Forget it. Just think of the pickled mustard as a gift from God!" Wang Liqin continued to do the exercises as usual. Cheng Qiao was a little restless and couldn't calm down. Wang Shun was also there. There were still many people around his seat as usual. Driven by curiosity, Cheng Qiao also surrounded him. At this time, she heard a boy say, "Ten years later, I must be sitting in a high-rise building counting money." This boy looked average, with a crew cut like most boys. Cheng Qiao really didn't remember who this guy was, nor did she know what he would be like ten years later.

Everyone laughed when they heard his words, "Hahahaha! You wish!"

"Hehe, it's okay when you think about it." The boy didn't get annoyed when he heard everyone's laughter, and responded with a smile.

"Whose turn is it now?" Wang Shun looked at his deskmate, "Cheng Song, it's your turn! Predict where you will be in ten years?"

"Ten years later! I'll be twenty-four years old, just graduated from college, and probably looking for a job." Cheng Song said gently.

"Hey, you know what. There are a lot of college students nowadays, and it's actually not easy to find a job." said Luo Xu, who was punished by the teacher to write a apology.

"So, if you say that, then studying is useless?" The cute girl Yang Lei glared at him. "Cheng Song has such good grades, he will definitely have a good job in ten years."

Hearing her words, Luo Xu curled his lips and said, "It's hard to say. He will have just graduated and will have no work experience..."

"You..." Yang Lei was even angrier when she saw that her words were not recognized. At this time, Cheng Qiao saw her standing over and pulled her and said, "Cheng Qiao, tell me, will Cheng Song have a good job by then, and will he make more money than Luo Xu?"

[Dear, this is a life-threatening question, it's not easy to answer! ] Cheng Qiao shouted in her heart. In fact, she was very familiar with Cheng Song, and Cheng Song's life was quite good. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Is it possible that Cheng Song started a business during college and had a stable job after graduation? Oh, of course, will Luo Xu be a good technician or a manager of a large company in ten years with his experience! Anyway, everyone will have a good life in ten years!"

"Tsk, you flatterer." Luo Xu rolled his eyes at her.

Cheng Qiao was puzzled. Cheng Song had indeed started to do calligraphy training during college. After graduation, he contracted the calligraphy and painting studio where he worked, and it was very successful! He bought a house, a car, got married, had children, and had a daughter! He was indeed living a good life! But Luo Xu, I'm sorry, I really don't remember you! Because we were not familiar with each other, so I didn't pay attention to you!

"Classmates, we are free to speak today. I think Cheng Qiao said it well! I believe everyone will live well ten years later!" Wang Shun said, "Teacher assigned us to write an essay ten years later. How about we make a ten-year agreement?"