I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

My heart beat violently again: "I..."

"Ah, the rain has stopped."

Shen Qingchuan turned his head and looked out the window: "I'll tell you a very funny thing, the first rainbow I've ever seen since I was a child was next to the fountain in our school."

According to the rules of Provincial No. [-] Middle School, the fountain starts to operate on time at four o'clock in the afternoon every day.If the sun is shining brightly one day, maybe you can see a rainbow.

For the first time, Wang Keming felt the impoverishment of language, and he wished to turn his brain upside down and reintegrate his former ability to speak well.But he is not Sherlock Holmes, nor does he have a memory hall, so he still can't say anything, and can only say dryly: "Really?"

"Then next summer at four o'clock I will accompany you to skip class and squat at the school gate to watch the rainbow."

"it is good."

Wang Keming's sound should be timid, like a chick that has just hatched facing the enemy, carefully protecting its most precious feathers, both fearful and suddenly full of courage.

Shen Qingchuan said again: "Let's go to the math teacher first, if it's late, it will always come out, then it will be troublesome to change the grade."

For the next four hours or so, Wang Keming lived in a muddle.

I don't know how Shen Qingchuan communicated with the math teacher, what homework he did in the evening self-study, and how he returned to the dormitory.

He can't even remember what he ate tonight.

Oh, no, I don't seem to have eaten dinner.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that Wang Keming lay on the bed and waited for the lights to be turned off. Only then did he realize that he really didn't have dinner. It was too late for them to finish correcting the papers, and the evening self-study had already started.

Did Shen Qingchuan eat it?

Wang Keming searched his memory, and the last fragment of the memory was that Shen Qingchuan was gnawing on a vegetable bun without the image of a male god.

He ate, what he ate was the last radish bun sold by the aunt in the cafeteria.

Misty Grass, it's over!

What should I do? !

The wonderful emotions that filled my heart in the club classroom were instantly swallowed up by the hunger that surged into my stomach in the middle of the night.

Originally, Wang Keming thought that he would toss and turn and appear the figure of Shen Qingchuan just like those nights after he appeared uneasy in the past.

However, Wang Keming realized that he was wrong. Damn Shen Qingchuan, there were only three words "I'm so hungry" repeated in his mind!

In Wang Keming's repeated memories, the vegetable bun that Shen Qingchuan ate before evening self-study has more presence than Shen Qingchuan.

After the fifth cycle of Little Sheep jumping into the mandarin duck pot, Wang Keming couldn't help it anymore, and he sneaked out of bed in the darkness.

He remembered that there seemed to be half a pack of unfinished hawthorn slices in his bag.

What he never expected again was that not long after he just opened his schoolbag, Shen Qingchuan didn't go to sleep, but lay on his own bed and turned sideways, holding a small flashlight to shine down.

"What are you doing?" The light of the flashlight was still shaking on the ground, but it didn't hit Wang Keming's body, it just spun around on the schoolbag in Wang Keming's hand.

"I'm looking for something to eat." Wang Keming pondered for a long time, and finally thought of Shen Qingchuan's great act of giving up his life to accompany the gentleman and accompany him to find the math papers for so long, so he reluctantly said: "I have half a pack of hawthorn slices here, you Do you want it? I'll share it with you."

Shen Qingchuan was very arrogant: "I don't like to eat hawthorn."

Even though his vision was pitch black, Wang Keming could automatically simulate in his mind the appearance of Shen Qingchuan with his head up high without even looking.

Not the best, I can eat alone.

Then, Shen Qingchuan's stomach rumbled embarrassingly.

Then, Shen Qingchuan's flashlight went out very quickly.

Wang Keming was also very embarrassed. He didn't know whether it was better to pretend not to hear, or to say something out loud and show concern.

The atmosphere of silence was so provocative that every exhalation and inhalation of Wang Keming and Shen Qingchuan was magnified and clearly audible.

So it was Shen Qingchuan who said it himself: "I'm hungry."

Wang Keming silently held the half pack of hawthorn slices to Shen Qingchuan's bedside: "Either?"

Wang Keming clearly felt Shen Qingchuan's movement of turning his head: "Thank you, but I really don't want it."

It was as if saying this could restore a bit of dignity to Shen Qingchuan's loud stomach cry just now.

Wang Keming hesitated and said, "Then I'll eat it."

Shen Qingchuan: "You eat."

Wang Keming slowed down his speech and said, "I don't have any other snacks after I eat this!"

Shen Qingchuan: "It's okay."

Wang Keming hesitated even more: "But, if I finish eating now, what will you do if you get hungrier later?"

Shen Qingchuan: "I can bear it."

Wang Keming felt a little embarrassed: "Hey, how embarrassing, you have helped me so much today, we will be good brothers in the future. If I have a bite of meat, I won't only have a bite of soup for you to drink. "

The more he talked, the more excited he became, so much so that he forgot that he was a little reluctant to share with Shen Qingchuan just now, and said directly: "Let's eat together, how could I have the heart to let you watch me eat? You know I..."

Shen Qingchuan: "I don't know what's wrong with you, but if you talk nonsense again, I'll do something about you."

"Oh, that's really a pity." Wang Keming raised his head to the sky and screamed, slapped his thigh, and finished the remaining half of the package of hawthorn slices in a few mouthfuls.

After eating, Wang Keming lay back on the bed contentedly, so he could sleep well.

As a result, within a few minutes, Wang Keming began to toss and turn again.

Hawthorn, it's very appetizing!

Mistakes, missteps!

Wang Keming became even hungrier after eating half a pack of hawthorn slices.

The Little Sheep Dancing Mandarin Duck Pot was replaced with a hot plate tenderloin, and then changed from a hot plate tenderloin to a spicy crayfish.

Wang Keming only felt that there was a food stall in his mind.

Just when the crayfish in Wang Keming's mind was dancing on the pole enchantingly, Shen Qingchuan said abruptly: "Is the first class tomorrow morning an English class?"

Wang Keming was a little confused: "Yes."