The bully thought he was wearing a book

Liao Zhengyi whistled lightly, feeling that Qi Gou's words sounded like he was speaking to Yi Huai alone, and it was more like a confession than a compliment.

Qi Hang came down with the trophy and the certificate. Wen He asked the five children to stand on the court, holding up her mobile phone to take a group photo with them. She was full of smiles, and she was completely different from the usual serious head teacher.

Liao Zhengyi was courageous, and after taking the photo, he asked Wen He, "Teacher, do you still remember the barbecue buffet?"

"Why, are you still afraid that I will break my promise?" Wen He looked at him with a smile, "Don't worry, just tonight, you will have to eat."

Yi Huai next to him thought of something: "Today? Self-study that night..."

With a secretive expression, Wen He put his index finger on his lips, signaling him to keep his voice down.

Yi Huai's eyes lit up: "Understood, thank you teacher!"

Sure enough, as soon as school was over that afternoon, Wen He asked five members of the basketball team to go with her, and personally sent the five boys to the barbeque restaurant near No. [-] Middle School for self-help.

On the way, Yi Huai sighed: "I grew up so big, and it was the first time I experienced the feeling of a teacher leading me to study at night."

"What are you talking about, I didn't take you away from evening self-study, it was your private meeting, I didn't find out." Wen He said.

Yi Huai nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, we didn't see Teacher Wen at all after school."

Wen He was very amiable today, and asked Yi Huai a lot of questions, such as when did he start playing basketball, did he take any interest classes in this area, did he often go to the park near his home to play basketball when he was a child, which once made Yi Huai Huai wondered if she had also been changed. In fact, some nagging aunt from the neighborhood committee came here through time travel.

When he came to the front desk of the restaurant, Wen He showed the QR code of the order to the waiter. The waiter counted the number of people and confirmed, "You booked a seat for five people, didn't you?"

Wen He was right, Yi Huai was stunned: "Teacher, you..."

"I have to go back to watch the evening self-study. Besides, I don't know you yet. There are teachers in front of you, and everyone is so restrained. This meal will definitely not be enjoyable." Wen He turned to Qi Hangzhi, "Look carefully They, I greeted the guards, you just don’t come back too late, by the way, no drinking, I don’t want to know tomorrow that there are five drunks in the class wandering around the campus in the middle of the night.”

Liao Zhengyi joked with a smile: "Don't worry, teacher, even if we drink too much, we will definitely remember to say that we are in class three."

Wen He glared at him: "Then the head teacher of the third class now has new and old grudges, and he will not deal with me for several years."

Although they agreed to the teacher, a few sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys fought a turnaround and finally came out to relax. There is no reason not to drink. Anyway, the cafeteria does not check their ID cards. How would they know them? Not full.

After Wen He left, Liao Zhengyi put five beer bottles on the table according to the number of people, and asked Qi Hang blatantly, "Qi Dog, do you want a drink?"

Qi Hang didn't refuse at all: "Let's drink first and then drink."

While talking, he looked at Yi Huai. He thought that the other party would be the type whose eyes shine when he sees wine, but he didn't expect that the boy didn't even touch the wine bottle on the table. Instead, he went to the ice cream machine to pick up an ice cream .

When Yi Huai eats ice cream, he likes to bite into bites, but now the weather is not as hot as it was in summer, and he gets a toothache from the ice, so he slows down, bites in and licks a little bit.

Qi Hang looked straight at him, thinking of something from his movements, his eyes dimmed, and he moved his knuckles lightly.

Yi Huai raised his head inadvertently, seeing Qi Hang staring at him, he paused for a moment.

Qi Hang glanced at the beer in front of Yi Huai, and said lightly, "Can't you drink it?"

That's right, Yi Huai really can't drink. He was fed once when he was away with relatives during the Chinese New Year. He drank wine, and he fainted after three glasses. , and insisted on pulling his aunt and grandpa to call him brother and brother, and talking about how he dominated the whole school when he was in junior high school.

But now Yi Huai thought about it for a while, and felt that he couldn't lose his momentum as a school bully, so he said stiffly: "I can drink."

"Really, how much can you drink?" Qi Hang asked with interest.

Yi Huai didn't know what the specific standard of "drinkable" was, so he casually said based on his own actual experience: "...four bottles? Can this amount of alcohol go sideways here?"

"Yes, carry it sideways." Liao Zhengyi interrupted.

They each took turns roasting the meat for a while, and Yi Huai dared to actively offer suggestions when the others were roasting. The pork belly needs to be roasted crispier, and the beef tongue should be roasted for a short time or the meat will be old. When Qi Hang was holding the clip, he quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say a word.

Qi Hang glanced at him straight away: "Why aren't you chattering anymore?"

"I'm not chirping." Yi Huai said dryly.

Liao Zheng and Yi Huai translated Qi Hangzhi's words: "Qi Dog asked you to make some requests."

Yi Huai blinked, held back for a long time and said, "Why, why don't you put some spicy food on me."

Qi Hang used the scissors to cut open a piece of roasted beef under his hands. It looked good, as if he was doing a surgical operation with a [-]% success rate. After cutting, he changed to another clean clip, picked up the beef and dipped it Take a sip of chili sauce: "Are these enough?"

Yi Huai tentatively said, "A little more?"

Qi Hang dipped a little more: "Is that so?"

Yi Huai felt that it was still not enough: "One more time."

"Then put it to death for you?" Qi Hang looked at him with a half-smile.

Yi Huai shivered: "Forget it, forget it, you'd better keep alive."

As soon as he ate the beef, Yi Huai realized that he had made a mistake. Qi Hang should not have dipped it so many times, because the chili sauce in this shop was so spicy that his esophagus seemed to be on fire after he swallowed it. stomach.

Yi Huai was busy looking for water, when he saw a glass full of transparent liquid in Liao Zhengyi's hand, he raised the glass and drank it without thinking.

Feng Chen stared at him dumbfounded: "That's the baijiu that Du Feng poured just now."

Liao Zhengyi slowly raised his thumb: "Our school bully is really good at drinking."

Now Yi Huai was so hot that he couldn't speak, his eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, and there was a little redness at the end of his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Qi Hang went to pick up a cup of Coke and put it on the table, holding the wall of the cup and pushing it to Yi Huai's hand.

Small bubbles rose up in the light brown liquid, and Yi Huai took it over, finally relieving the burning feeling.

However, after a while, his drinking energy slowly picked up. Yi Huai is not usually a talkative person, but at this moment he suddenly became noisy. After talking to Liao Zhengyi, Du Feng and Feng Chen all, Standing up while propping up the table, first he reached out to touch the wall, and then called Qi Hangzhi seriously: "Squad leader, look at the wall."

Qi Hang raised his eyebrows, and asked lightly, "What's wrong with the wall?"

"Don't you think the wall is very white?" Yi Huai slapped the wall with his hands, and he came to the conclusion with certainty, "You've been dead for three days and it's not as white as it is."