I didn't want to chase you

"Last night, that person asked me to clean the venue," I said to the little yellow curly while sitting in the audience, "I feel very delicate sitting here now."

Little yellow curly hair: "Sports venues are cleaned by dedicated people."

I:"……"

"Damn!" I asked him, "Am I being tricked?"

The little yellow curly looked at me regretfully and said, "It looks like this."

I was mad at myself for cleaning a baseball field for no apparent reason, when Chestnut appeared.

He took the seat next to me and said happily to me, "I knew you would come to the game."

I looked back at him, feeling that he was inexplicable.I moved a seat to the other side and sat next to the little yellow curly.

Little Chestnut looked at me and smiled.

I just noticed the team uniform he was wearing, and I asked him, "Are you going to play too?"

He stretched out his hand and pulled me back to the original seat, put a sports bracelet on my hand, and then touched my head, "I'm going to play, don't fall in love with me after watching this game."

I:"……"

After he left, I pointed to my head and asked the little yellow curly, "Is there something wrong with this man?"

The little yellow curly hair looked like he couldn't stand me, "He is a foreign aid invited by the Lista team, and he is Simmonda's biggest opponent in this game."

I was silent for a while, and asked the little yellow curly hair: "Is he very powerful?"

The little yellow curly hair shook his head, "It's hard to say, I don't know if this game will end in the seventh game or the fifth game."

Excuessme?

Isn't there supposed to be nine innings in a baseball game?

At the beginning of the game, I was very nervous, I didn't know how to cheer my dear Simmonda so that he could see.

But as the game goes on, I just hope he doesn't see me.Because I was afraid that he would think that I was actually mocking him, because he lost so badly.

But the little yellow curly was very excited, and kept calling the name of little chestnut. In fact, many people were very excited, because although he was in a relaxed state, as a pitcher, he really did the best.

After the game, I ran to Simmonda, I wanted to comfort him.

He stopped in front of me, "Migong, can you go to dinner by yourself today?"

All my comforting words were blocked back, and I could only say, "Okay."

In fact, I want to tell him that it doesn't matter that I still love him.But he didn't give me this chance.

I lowered my head in frustration and kicked the small stones on the side of the road, because I found that little chestnut was walking this way, and I didn't want him to see me.

I feel bad now because of Simmonda, I don't want to talk to him.

But maybe I was thinking too much. Little Lizi didn't even look at me when she passed me.

I:"……"

After a while, I looked up and found him standing not far away smiling at me.

He waved at me, but I didn't move.

He came over and put his arms around my neck, bowed his head and said, "So depressed? Take you to eat something delicious?"

I asked him, "Do you want to eat hot pot?"

He smiled mysteriously and didn't answer me.

To be honest, I went there with the intention of going to eat hot pot, but he took me to the cafeteria, but it was not the one that Simonda and I used to go to.

Let me explain it this way, although the Olympus Military Academy is an aristocratic institution, not all of its students come from the aristocracy.

However, the extremely strict hierarchy of the empire is reflected in all aspects, including the school canteen.

As for the third canteen that Xiao Lizi took me to, I or Simmonda would not go there. We would go to the first canteen exclusively for us, all because of the hierarchy of the empire.

I showed great interest in the third canteen, but I hesitated, "Are you sure you want to eat here?"

Little Lizi was overjoyed, "What else? Go eat that half-rare steak? Do you think it's interesting?"

I was speechless.

Xiao Lizi is very familiar with this cafeteria, and is also very familiar with the uncle in the cafeteria.

"Uncle, give me two servings of stewed pork vermicelli." After he finished speaking, he took the bowl and chopsticks by himself.

I was dumbfounded.

Little Lizi turned around, "You haven't used chopsticks before, have you?"

I swallowed at the stewed pork vermicelli on the dinner plate and nodded.

Little Lizi turned around to discuss with his uncle, "Uncle, lend me your fork."

The uncle glared at me, but took out the fork from the backstage, "Don't be an example!"

I:"……"

Xiao Lizi took it with a smile, "Isn't it useless if you leave it alone?"

Uncle: "Let me let it go, I'm happy!"

For me, stewed pork vermicelli is really not a food that I can usually eat. In my daily life, I usually use pasta instead.

After I took a sip, I decided that I must become friends with Xiao Lizi, otherwise my life would be much less fun.

I asked Xiao Lizi, "Do you often come here to eat?"

"No," Xiao Lizi said, "I usually just eat casually in the big warehouse, and I think my life has improved when I come here."

I quickly took off his sports bracelet and returned it to him, "Then I can't take your things."

Xiao Lizi couldn't help laughing, "What are you doing? I'm afraid I won't have money to eat if I don't have this thing?"

He put the sports bracelet back on my hand, "Put it away with peace of mind."

I glanced at him, then continued to bow my head and eat the delicious pork stewed vermicelli.

I judged that he was not from high society, because he didn't seem to be in the habit of speaking in honorifics.

For example, before eating, he should actually say, "What a great lunch, then I'm going to start."

And what he said was: "Today, the soy sauce is on the rise."

However, I imagined him saying that to pork stewed vermicelli, and I...

"What are you happy about?" Little Lizi knocked on the table, "Your fork is already on my plate."

I had an idea, "Your one looks tastier."

"Aren't they all the same?" He swapped my stewed pork vermicelli with his. "Is this okay? Eat it quickly."

I:"……"

This classmate, you really have the spirit of sharing, and your ideological consciousness is very high.

Back to the classroom after dinner.

The little yellow curly hair looked at me with a look of lovelessness, "Did you make today's lunch by yourself?"

I shook my head, "No."

I explained to him the miraculous properties of my chef, and he said he doesn't want to eat my bento anytime soon.

He asked me, "What exactly does honey and poached eggs taste like?"

I looked at the blackboard: "Probably similar to what you think you are chewing chocolate, but the taste of earth is fermenting in your mind."

The little yellow curly thinks my analogy is not appropriate.

Next, he shared with me about the baseball game in the morning. He thought that he could give Xiao Lizi full marks and he was not afraid of his pride.

Because of the stewed pork vermicelli at noon, I agreed.

The little curly yellow hair's eyes gleamed: "You finally got the hang of it! It's right to like Eisenberg!"

I didn't understand his blind confidence in Lizi, but I kept smiling politely.