After wearing the book, I was with Bai Yueguang

The dormitory, which was deserted on weekends, regained its popularity at 06:30 on Sunday evening. Li Du and Song Lingyun stepped on the dormitory door together.

"Hey. The squad leader isn't here."

Li Du unloaded the bulging schoolbag he was carrying, and glanced at the god of literature and science at the next table who buried his head in the book.

"Let's ask for leave."

Song Lingyun came over and touched a box of instant noodles with golden soup and fat beef flavor from Li Du's table.

"Let me ask." Li Du took out his mobile phone and sent a message, "Auntie will check the bed tonight, don't run into her."

Xu Qing came back to her senses, "Check bed?"

"Ah, yes, do bed checks." Li Du nodded, "Generally check at [-] or [-] o'clock on Sunday nights, and random checks at any time during normal times."

He put down his phone, "Didn't reply to my message, please check back later."

With a sound of tearing, Song Lingyun lifted the lid of the instant noodles, put in the seasonings and poured hot water one by one, and the strong aroma prepared by industrial flavors and seasonings filled the air instantly.

Two or three minutes later, Song Lingyun couldn't wait to take away the physics book pressed on the lid and start eating.

Sniffing the heavy-flavored fragrance, at least relying on its appearance to seduce gluttons, and hearing Song Lingyun's satisfied sigh, Xu Qing subconsciously traced it in the warm mouth with the soft tip of her tongue.

It is obviously an assembly line product, and it has no human taste at all. Why does Song Lingyun feel joy when eating it?

Isn't the point of food to fill your stomach?

The familiar Chinese characters in the books became blurred circles, Xu Qing's thoughts were entangled, and he smelled a very sweet fragrance.

The sweet aroma mixed with matcha and cream is very obvious in the aroma of instant noodle seasoning that pervades the whole field.

But when he followed the sweet fragrance, brought back his thoughts from Piaoyuan, and carefully discerned it, the fragrance disappeared again.

Here and now, what is the mood of wanting to eat the gradient matcha mille-feuille again?

it's wired.

He has no desire for the delicate snacks placed behind the transparent glass cabinets in the bakery overflowing with warmth, but suddenly wants to eat the mille-feuille with sliced ​​noodles sticking together again.

Xu Qing covered her heart in a daze, and her heartbeat became faster...

It's a strange, strange feeling.

He blinked.

A pure and innocent teardrop rolled down quietly.

pat.

……

He looked at the corner of the book wetted by the sudden burst of tears, and pursed his lips. This book was borrowed from Gu Xiao this afternoon, but now the corner of this page is covered by his Wet with tears.

Hastily pulled out a paper from the paper on the table, carefully lifted the page of the book, and sucked it with the paper.

He stared at the tear stains on the pale yellow pages and the ink balls.

How to do?

Go to a bookstore and buy the same one?

Let's go to the bookstore another day.

Seven fifty.

The thin iron door couldn't block the sound of messy footsteps outside the dormitory and in the corridor, the uninterrupted sound of the dormitory door being opened and closed, and the hurried running.

"Auntie is here to check the bed!"

Li Du opened the door and looked, then looked at the phone, "We found the second floor!"

Song Lingyun said, "Did the squad leader reply to your message?"

"Let me see, grass, no."

Li Du quickly sent another message, "The number of people is wrong and you need to report criticism... You prepare first? I'll keep an eye on it, and you will bloom when she reaches the fourth floor."

"can."

Song Lingyun got up and stood at the door of the bathroom, and he could reach the position of the shower switch with just a stretch of his hand.

Li Du stared at the phone, "The third floor is the third floor..."

"I opened?"

"Open... wait, no need!"

Li Du waved his hand, "The squad leader has returned to me, he asked for leave."

Song Lingyun snorted, and sat back on his chair, "It was a false alarm."

A few minutes later, the dormitory auntie found the 404 dormitory after rounds. Li Du opened the door and let her see the situation in the dormitory, and the auntie left satisfied.

Li Du leaned his weight towards the back of the chair, "It's like fighting a war!"

Ended the chaotic Sunday bed check night, a dreamless night.

On Monday morning, when Xu Qing turned off the alarm clock and got up from the warm blanket, she felt the coolness of the shade.

He got out of bed on the escalator, put on a coat, walked to the corner of the balcony and opened the blackout curtains, and saw through the thick glass the wet stone road outside and the rain that was still flying.

"It's raining..."

He muttered to himself in a breathy voice.

Turning around, he pulled out his black folding umbrella from the shelf and placed it on the table.

After washing and dressing, he carried his schoolbag and went out with the folding umbrella in his hand.

The rain fell on the surface of the umbrella in a tick-tock, and slid down the umbrella to the ground in strings, forming small sprays of water.

On rainy days, the slate road is a bit slippery, and colorful umbrellas are crowded on the road, and umbrellas will occasionally collide with each other, knocking down a series of raindrops hard.

Until Xu Qing arrived in the classroom safe and sound, the rain did not decrease at all.

It seems that today's morning meeting will be held in the classroom.

Seeing him appearing at the door of the classroom, Li Ersan winked at him.

"?"

Xu Qing calmly walked to her table, "What's wrong?"

On Saturday, he had already supervised Li Ersan to finish his homework, and asked him to take a photo of his homework if he was not sure.

so what else?

Li Ersan pointed to his desk and said two words, "drawer."

Then he moved the soy milk buns he had prepared and put them away, and lowered his voice, "No, in this comparison, I feel that my breakfast is completely behind--it's terrible!"

Xu Qing looked at him strangely, sat down, looked down at the drawer, and took out a light pink packing box. There was a familiar light pink post-it note on the top of the packing box, and it was obvious who wrote it.

【If you have breakfast, you can use matcha millefeu as a snack. 】It's raining outside, the temperature is not high today.

Xu Qing calmly put the box back to its original place, opened the soy milk packaging bag, inserted the straw, and finished the bun, "It's okay. You are not out of favor."

In the classroom, listening to the loudspeaker on the top wall at the front of the classroom broadcasts the routine morning meeting every Monday. Most of the people are doing two things at once, taking out textbooks or exercise books to review while listening.

Xu Qing was in a daze quietly.

But what he looked at this time was not the leaves of the camphor tree that were tottering by the rain outside the window, but the faintly visible light pink carton in the drawer.

So weird.

Obviously decided to eat later, but there is still a desire to touch and open the box.

When the morning meeting was over, the bell rang for the first class, and the rain outside the window not only didn't stop, but got bigger and bigger.

As a matter of course, the 10-minute break between the second and third classes today has become a rare break for free activities.

The post-it note had been removed by Xu Qing and placed again. He held the box with both hands and put it on the table, holding his breath to open it.

A fork is thoughtfully prepared in the box.

The shape of the gradient matcha mille-feuille is still stable and has not changed due to transportation or bumps.

He forked off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

I squinted my eyes in satisfaction, it was as sweet as yesterday and last night!

Xu Qing seriously ate the gradient matcha mille-feuille.

Gu smiled and looked at him.

I have noticed a long time ago that every morning Xu Qing's breakfast comes from the boy named Li Ersan at his front desk.

But... it can be considered a small progress.

Feeding on campus: Achieved.

The next step is breakfast.

Figure out a way to replace the cat's breakfast provider with yourself.