Little follower

The first period is the English class of Ban Ren Lao Zhang, which is still very boring.

Wen Sheng kept the colorful disco pen, took out another pen from his schoolbag, pressed the book in his hand, glanced at the blackboard from time to time, and followed the teacher to take notes seriously.

He was also quite surprised that he would cooperate with the teacher so much.

Oh yeah studying makes me happy.

Qiao Chen hasn't turned around since lying on the table, and has been falling asleep with his face in his face. Except for getting up and going to the toilet in the middle of the class break, Wen Sheng has basically never seen his face in the past morning. .

I wonder if he is a sleepy ghost?

The poor ghost and the sleepy ghost became the same table.

It's amazing.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the whole class let out a long "Ah——" in relief. On the first day of school, everyone has not yet woken up from the joyful summer vacation atmosphere, but they still remember to sprint at the speed of [-] meters Go to the cafeteria to grab a meal.

In less than a minute, the class is almost empty, and the echo can be heard even when you cough.

Qiao Chen seemed to have woken up, but he didn't intend to go out for dinner. He was quite bored watching Wen Sheng finish taking notes firmly, while turning his phone over and over again in his hand.

His hands are quite long, the fingers are white and clean, they look slender and the joints are distinct and not obtrusive, there is a layer of calluses on the fingertips, but it doesn't affect the beauty.

Doesn't look like it belonged at the hands of a fighting school bully.

It's amazing.

Wen Sheng felt that there were too many things that made him feel miraculous in the past two days.

Qiao Chen stared at the way he was taking notes, and it was a bit like Zhang, a senior in high school, watching them go to self-study. It was very similar, and he felt a sense of nostalgia inexplicably from the bottom of his heart.

very god...

Depend on!Take control and forget about it!

Wen Sheng finished writing the last line, stopped writing, and closed the notebook.

His stomach has been squeaking since the third class, and he dare not rub both new and old injuries, and he doesn’t know if it’s something wrong with being kicked by Wang Yang and Wu Dafan. The pain is so painful that he always feels acid reflux Water, disgusting.

Wen Sheng fumbled in his schoolbag, and found a hidden compartment.

Then Qiao Chen watched helplessly as he took out a ten-yuan bill and held it in his palm.

I don't know why seeing Qiao Chen's startled look, Wen Sheng still felt quite satisfied.

"Is Wu Dafan an idiot?" Qiao Chen looked at the ten yuan note and asked in shock.

"Tactical hiding of money." Wen Sheng looked serious.

"Oh no," Qiao Chen laughed for a long time, pointing to his schoolbag, "I just put the schoolbag in it and still can't open it, did he look through your schoolbag?"

"Overturned." Wen Sheng said.

"Then he must be an idiot." Qiao Chen said with a smile.

Wen Sheng quite agreed with this point: "It's pretty stupid."

"Hey doormat," Qiao Chen laughed enough, threw the phone on the table, and looked at him: "Does that idiot know about your anti-killing Wang Yang?"

Wen Sheng took ten yuan and planned to go to the school gate to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup.

The taste of this hot noodle soup is quite average, and it basically ranks at the bottom in the eyes of students. However, although it is unpalatable, it is quite self-aware, and the price is much cheaper than others.

Other people's house is [-] yuan, but it is [-] yuan, and there are still few people for meals.

Wen Sheng lifted the curtain and walked in. There were still a few students in the room. When he swept into the corner, he was taken aback. He didn't expect to meet one of the members of the villain group who was alone.

He had a pretty good impression of Liang Wenshu.

Liang Wenshu was playing with his mobile phone, he was taken aback when he saw him, and then smiled at him.

Wen Sheng also hooked the corners of his mouth, then he stopped looking at him, ordered a bowl of hot noodle soup with the boss, and went inside.

He was alone in the room, and it was very quiet, which he liked very much.

After about 5 minutes, the noodles were served, steaming and looking better than last semester. The noodles were slender, the soup was rich, and there were two vegetable leaves floating on top.

It smells delicious, I wonder if the formula has been improved during the summer vacation.

Wen Sheng added some vinegar to it with anticipation, then picked out a chopstick of noodles, blew anxiously twice, and then spat out a mouthful.

Oh oh oh! ! ! ! !

Still fucking as bad as last semester.

Why is the boss so tenaciously continuing to open the shop!

The actions of the students are not enough to alert you!

It smells so fragrant and tastes like washing pot water!

Vomit! ! !

A bullet screen flashed across Wen Sheng's heart for a moment, and he frowned and added some vinegar, trying to dilute the taste in his mouth a little more.

It would be impossible not to eat, the money had already been spent, and if someone caught and beat him up again in the afternoon, he would probably have to lie down for another afternoon without food in his stomach.

When Liang Wenshu came in, he was staring at the noodles in a daze.

"Are you eating with your mind?" Liang Wenshu was very curious.

Wen Sheng was taken aback by this elusive man, stared at him in surprise, his hands trembled, the chopsticks fell to the ground, and he hurried to pick them up again.

"Here." Liang Wenshu took out a new pair of chopsticks from the table next to him and gave them to him.

"Thank you." Wen Sheng took it and looked at him, "Have you finished eating?"

"Well, I just finished eating." Liang Wenshu said, "I ate sliced ​​noodles."

Wen Sheng's eyes widened: "Does his family still have sliced ​​noodles?"

There was clearly a hot noodle soup written on the signboard of his house, and he thought that this shop made a fortune from hot noodle soup, and he never had the nerve to ask if there were other noodles, and he never paid attention when other people ordered.

Isn't this to deceive consumers?

"Of course." Liang Wenshu smiled, and glanced at his bowl, "Your dish is hot noodle soup, right?"

He he he knows hot noodle soup!

When Wen Sheng heard this, he felt a little sympathy for him. When he thought that there were people who had eaten such unpalatable noodles like him, he was a little excited: "Why? You have eaten it too?"

"No," Liang Wenshu said with a serious face, "Last semester, after Qiao Chen finished eating, he said it was like washing a pot of water, and he vomited all afternoon, so I didn't dare to eat it."

"Ah." Wen Sheng was stunned for a moment, thinking about the scene, and then he couldn't help laughing, and then, as if he had pressed some switch, he laughed for a long time without stopping, very arrogant.

Liang Wenshu also smiled along with him.

It's embarrassing to bully grass.

After laughing for a while, Wen Sheng felt that something was wrong. Why did he and one of the members of the villain group laugh at their boss classmate Qiao Bacao face to face in the hot soup noodle shop?

Wen Sheng asked, "Well, do you have anything else to do?"

"A little bit." Liang Wenshu thought for a while, and then said solemnly, "I'm here to thank you."

"Thank me?" Wen Sheng was stunned.

"Yes." Liang Wenshu said: "A few days ago, the children in Chunri Huahua Kindergarten fought fiercely. You passed by and rescued a little boy, right? That's my brother."

Wen Sheng thought for a while, and seemed to vaguely remember a little bit.

At that time, he was running errands for customers to buy a pack of cigarettes. When he passed Chunri Huahua Kindergarten, he found a pretty little boy howling and running, followed by several other chubby boys and a teacher.

Seeing the child running on the road, facing a takeaway battery car, Wen Sheng hurriedly hugged him back and comforted the child for a long time.

Unexpectedly, it was Liang Wenshu's younger brother.

"It's not a rescue, I just pulled him." Wen Sheng picked up the thin white noodles with chopsticks and smiled, "Everyone will be like me when they encounter that situation."

Liang Wenshu also smiled: "But you were the one who saved him at that time."

Wen Sheng didn't know how to respond, so he had to add some vinegar to the noodles again.

There was acid reflux in the stomach and so much vinegar was added.

Is it fighting poison with poison?

"Eat slowly, I won't bother you anymore." Liang Wenshu tapped on the table and stood up, "One size counts for one size, thank you as much as you should, if you need help with anything in the future, just ask, if you can help I will try my best."

After Liang Wenshu walked for a long time, Wen Sheng picked up the bowl and began to eat noodles. He finished snoring without blowing a few breaths. After that, he didn't even let go of the soup, and drank all of it.

belch.

Brushing the pot with water soured the teeth.

The day passed quickly. In the afternoon, apart from the two political sessions, it was self-study.

Lao Zhang went to the faculty meeting, and the class monitor was left to sit in front of the self-study. The class was relatively quiet, and there would be a few voices asking for homework in a subdued voice from time to time. Most of them were studying, but they also used this time to play on their phones. sleeping.

They are just in the second year of high school now, and although the teachers have already started to raise the alarm for them, they should be relatively comfortable during this time, without the oppressive feeling of being chased away.

Although the hot noodle soup is unpalatable, at least it can make the stomach a little more comfortable. During this period of time, the weather has started to cool down very obviously. Have a cool breeze on your face.

Very cool.

After Qiao Chen recharged his batteries in the morning, he started playing with his mobile phone in the afternoon. He couldn't quite understand what he was playing, but he was manipulating a little person to pass through the level. There was a time limit in the upper right corner.The little one can get bigger and fire, but dodge turtles and other things in the way.

Probably because Wen Sheng's eyes were too hot, Qiao Chen played with the earphones for a while and saw him staring at his mobile phone screen intently, and handed it to him in a very eloquent way: "Want to play?"

"Thank you for not using it." Wen Sheng suppressed his voice, "What is this?"

Without raising his head, Qiao Chen opened the level again: "Super Mario."

Wen Sheng never played games when he was a child, and he felt a bit retarded when he heard the name, but seeing Qiao Chen's serious face, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it fun?"

"Intellectual." Qiao Chen said.

"Oh." Wen Sheng said.

Unconsciously.

The sound in Qiao Chen's earphones was turned up quite loudly, Wen Sheng was some distance away from him, but he could still hear a bit of the bgm of the game.

Very lively.

thump thump!thump!thump!

Okay, it's very intellectual.