After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

"Is Song Wenxing so powerful?" Lan Xiaoying bit the tip of her chopsticks, laughing so hard that her branches trembled wildly.

"If Song Wenxing didn't snatch any snacks from any child, then his childhood must be incomplete." Yin Jun squinted at Song Wenxing, "I remember most, there was a child who was a few years older than us, who was often chased by you all over the street. , because their snacks are imported."

"...You are so bloody and spitting! Why don't I remember such a thing!" Song Wenxing pointed at him.

Before winning the lottery and getting rich, Song Wenxing's family lived in the village in the city.Those are old houses from the 80s and [-]s, mostly retired old people.

Many parents throw their children to the elderly, so there are many children of similar age living in those streets.

Xiao Wenxing, who often snatched snacks from others, became a well-known little bully in that area. Whenever anyone had the money to buy a ten-cent spicy stick, he would hide from Song Wenxing and eat it secretly.

But how could they escape the eyes of the little greedy cat Song Wenxing.

Every time the children who tried to steal snacks were caught, Song Wenxing would pat his chest, threatening and luring: "One bite, I'll take one! Really! I'm not lying to you!"

The child who was robbed cried loudly: "You always say to take a bite, but you eat more than half of it in one bite!"

Recalling his childhood, Yin Jun snorted: "If it wasn't for your good -looking, everyone asked you to be able to beat you, you have been stunned by others."

It is impossible for Yin Jun to live in this kind of place, but he would often come to play with Song Wenxing, and every time he came clean and walked in mud, he was completely turned into a mud monkey by Song Wenxing.

Song Wenxing really can't remember this, there are too many children who were beaten by him back then: "How do you remember it so clearly?"

"Because that child is so special. Looking back now, it's not that you snatched him, but he was teasing you." Yin Jun sighed, "But other children are very grateful to him, because since he appeared, you have Just rob him alone."

"..."

Song Wenxing vaguely thought of it, as if there was such a thing.

Every time they snatched the snacks from the children, those children would cry and bring the old man to the door to complain, and Song Wenxing would be chased all over the street by his mother with a feather duster.

Every time my mother beat him, she would ask: "Do you still dare? Do you still dare?"

Song Wenxing cried loudly: "Dare..."

Then he was beaten even worse.

This kind of situation happens every day, and the cycle goes on and on, and I never get tired of it.

At that time, there was indeed an older child who never complained.

Not only did he not file a complaint, but he also seemed to enjoy the feeling of being chased by Song Wenxing all over the street. Every day, he deliberately wandered around with snacks on Song Wenxing's way home from school, waiting for Song Wenxing to find him.

Other children would notice something was wrong two or three times at most, but Song Wenxing obediently took the bait every time, no wonder Yin Jun felt that Song Wenxing was the one who was really teased as a cat.

"But then the child suddenly disappeared. Do you remember that we went to his grandparents' house to inquire, as if he was taken abroad by his parents or something? Those imported snacks were sent back by his parents from abroad. His." Yin Jun frowned and thought for a while, "At that time you were very sad, and from then on you decided to wash your hands, cleanse your face, and start a new life."

Song Wenxing absently picked up the dishes in the bowl with chopsticks, and quickly changed the subject: "Oh, I don't remember such a thing."

What he is curious about now is Chi Qiao.

To be able to go to Han Country as a trainee and sign with one of the top three PP brokerage companies, Chi Qiao's family background should be pretty good.Even if it is not popular, it will not be so poor.

The only explanation was the contract termination dispute between Chi Qiao and the former brokerage company.

That night, Song Wenxing practiced until one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Yin Jun had never trained at such a high intensity before, and he had blisters on the soles of his feet, so he went back to take medicine and rest first.

Song Wenxing was the last one to leave the classroom of Class Z.As soon as he left the classroom, he saw Chi Qiao standing next to the public drinking water equipment at the corner.

Chi Qiao was receiving boiling water again.However, this time, he seemed to have something else in his hand.

Song Wenxing took a closer look, and it turned out that Chi Qiao was holding a glass jar, and was using a spoon to take a spoonful of something from the glass jar and pour it into a thermos cup.

His actions seemed to be about to take a second spoonful, but he hesitated when he put the spoon into the jar, but in the end he didn't scoop it up, but carefully screwed the lid on.

What's this?Nutrition powder?protein powder?

Just when Chi Qiao was about to pick up the boiling water, an election officer suddenly came hurriedly from another corridor, holding a vibrating mobile phone in his hand: "Chi Qiao, you have a call. It's your company calling, saying I'm looking for you urgently."

"Okay." Chi Qiao was stunned for a moment, and silently put the cup in his hand on top of the drinking water equipment.

He took the vibrating mobile phone from the selection officer, and followed the other party to walk in another direction.

After Chi Qiao left, Song Wenxing stepped forward and stopped in front of the drinking water equipment.

He took down the glass jar, looked down carefully, and found that there was half a jar of white sugar inside.

This white sugar wasn't even a whole jar, the glass jar still had the trademark of canned fruit on it, after being washed by Chi Qiao, it was used to hold cheap bulk white sugar.

For no reason, looking at the half can of white sugar, Song Wenxing's nose soured, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

How did it get to the point where I was reluctant to use cheap white sugar to make sugar water to supplement the sugar content...

Back in the dormitory, Song Wenxing suddenly took out the snacks he put in the locker and counted them.

Before Lu Zhicheng gave him snacks, he gave half of them to Yin Jun, and ate half by himself. There was not much left, and he planned to save it to eat slowly.

Song Wenxing thought about it, divided the remaining snacks into four, and put one on everyone's seat.

"I don't want to eat, so don't give it to me." Zhuo Yixiao, who had just come out of the shower, glanced at the snacks on the table and casually refused.

"Then when Chi Qiao comes back, you can give him your share, okay?" Song Wenxing looked up at him.

"Why should I..." Zhuo Yixiao frowned, "You can just give it to him yourself."

"Please, please." Song Wenxing clasped his hands together, rubbed his palms together and blinked at him.

"Tsk." Zhuo Yixiao wrapped his dreadlocks with a towel, "Annoying."

After distributing the snacks, Song Wenxing went to wash and lay down on the bed.

Not long after, Chi Qiao came back.

Lying facing the wall, Song Wenxing quickly pricked up his ears.

He heard that Chi Qiao walked to the table, picked up the snacks, and asked softly, "Who will share the snacks?"

"Song Wenxing gave it to everyone." Zhuo Yixiao, who hung his head by the bed to dry his dreadlocks, replied impatiently, "I don't like sweets, so I told you not to share them with me. Take it too."

Chi Qiao didn't speak.

Song Wenxing, who was hiding under the quilt and eavesdropping, tightly clenched the corner of the quilt in his hand.

He won't still refuse, will he? !

After a while, Chi Qiao said softly, "Thank you."

Then there was the sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other when he brought Zhuo Yixiao's snack over.

Song Wenxing's throat-ridden heart was finally relieved.

Very good!

After tidying up her things, Chi Qiao took a few steps towards Song Wenxing's bed, then stopped hesitantly, and softly asked Zhuo Yixiao who was in the next bed: "Is Wenxing asleep?"

"What time is it, I fell asleep early. Do you think everyone is as desperate as you?" Zhuo Yixiao said coldly, "If I want to thank you, I will talk about it tomorrow. Hurry up and take a shower. I'm going to sleep, please keep your voice down." .”

Chi Qiao responded with a low "Yes", and turned to get a change of clothes.

It wasn't until the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom that Song Wenxing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello." Zhuo Yixiao next door said suddenly, "Now you can sleep in peace, right?"

Hearing Zhuo Yixiao's words, Song Wenxing immediately turned over, put his elbows on the bed, held his face in his hands, and looked at Zhuo Yixiao with a smile: "Zhuo Yixiao, thank you!"

"I don't understand you guys, it's so troublesome to share snacks." Zhuo Yixiao cursedly pulled the quilt and lay down, "Master is going to sleep, don't bother me."

"Okay!" Song Wenxing immediately lay down and said happily, "Good night, grandpa!"

Zhuo Yixiao: "???"

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