After talking about the serious matter, Cheng Mengfei smiled and said, "Just just came up, our class is the quietest, the best discipline, and worthy of praise. I hope everyone can keep it well."

A compliment is very effective without paying. Some students who originally thought that Fang Chang'an's "formalism" had dissolved a lot of dissatisfaction with him, and many students suddenly felt a sense of pride.

Fang Chang'an sat underground and secretly praised Teacher Cheng. Traditional Chinese education emphasizes "a filial son under the stick". The educational concept of praising children is far from popular. Even if he scored either first or second in every exam when he was a child, he rarely received direct praise from his parents.

I expected that many people in the class had similar experiences to their own, especially some students whose academic performance was not outstanding, who might have received the first time they received praise from their teachers, which is much more useful than knocking on the blackboard.

Next time someone violates discipline, you can make a statement about this.

Cheng Mengfei noticed Fang Chang'an's expression and smiled slightly. He wanted to praise him again. After all, the class discipline is good, and as the squad leader, he must have made contributions, but he hesitated for a moment and gave up.

At the first-year junior high school class teacher meeting that just ended, in addition to the exchanges in the new semester, the basic test is naturally also an important part. The grades of Class 4 are not very good, and the average scores are at the bottom of the four key classes.

Fortunately, the gap is not big, and the top students are very outstanding. Three of them account for the top ten in the grade, and the rankings are still relatively high. Fang Chang'an is even better. Both courses broke through the "ceiling of fate" set by the teachers of the paper-release paper. The leader of the grade group - the head teacher of Class 3 next door - is also the drafter of the Chinese test paper, and he also made fun of this at the meeting.

This made Cheng Mengfei's first class teacher meeting after school started quite pleasant. In addition, she also listened to Shen Mo talk about what happened in English class at noon, which made her have a better impression of Fang Chang'an.

The reason why I didn't praise it was because I was worried about praising it.

"Everyone continue to study."

Cheng Mengfei walked out of the classroom and returned to the office to walk around, trying to ask Xu Min to explain what happened in the morning so that she would not feel that Fang Changan had dereliction of duty and really had any opinions about him. However, when she didn't see Xu Min coming to the office after school, she mostly went home after leaving class, so she packed up her things and went downstairs and took Shen Mo back for dinner.

Fang Chang'an was also looking for a place to have supper.

He once again refused Wang Hao's invitation to have dinner with him and walked to the street among the crowd who left school. This time he had no goal, so he followed someone who looked more like a nearby residents into a fried noodle restaurant.

A very ordinary snack bar is run by the couple, and the food is also fried noodles, rice noodles and hot noodles. The boss who faces Cihe is boiling noodles, Fang Chang'an walked over and asked, "Auntie, can you get half a portion of fried noodles?"

The boss lady looked back at him, turned around immediately, and continued to work hard, "No, no, how can I buy half of it?"

Fang Chang'an turned around and walked out of the store and came to the next door. The same couple ran. The boss was wiping the table. The boss was wearing slippers, big shorts, a gray white vest, holding a cigarette and holding a pot to cook noodles in front of the stove.

Fang Changan looked at it and found it was not easy to talk to based on his first impression, but he still asked: "Uncle, can you please half a portion of fried noodles?"

The boss lowered his head and glanced at him, brushed the ashes and spit out a mouthful of white smoke. The smoke made the house Chang'an want to turn around and leave, but the man pointed into the store and said, "Sit inside."

Fang Changan was a little surprised, so he turned around and walked into the store, found an empty table to sit down.

The store is not big, with four long tables on it, and an old color TV is on the cabinet inside, playing "The Legend of the New White Snake". It is playing a part about Xu Xian coming to return an umbrella to find the Bai Mansion.

Fang Changan glanced at him and couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Looking at the woman who dresses as a man, I didn't realize she was a woman when I was a child, and she was so beautiful... Regardless of the details of makeup, speaking, walking, etc., it's not on the same level as the kind of woman who dresses as a man who is fooled by mentally retarded in the future.

The boss quickly brought a bowl of fried noodles with a white background and blue flowers, and seemed to have eggs placed on the next table. Then he turned around and walked past the room Changan, came to the stove to reignite the fire and put oil. He skillfully grabbed a handful of noodles, loosened his fingers, threw a piece of stuffed pieces into the pot, and quickly stir-fryed the pot, threw a handful of pickled vegetables in, poured soy sauce, and shouted without looking back: "Student, are you spicy?"

Fang Chang'an said: "Let it go a little less."

Within two minutes, the boss's wife brought a bowl of fried noodles with white background and blue flowers. Fang Chang'an said thank you. The boss's wife was quite surprised. She glanced at him and didn't say anything. She wiped her hand on the apron, picked up a rag from the side and continued to wipe the table.

Fang Chang'an looked at the noodles in the bowl and estimated it roughly. He felt that two and half portions should not be put in one bowl. He didn't care about it and took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks and started eating.

Next door is a middle-aged man, eating so well, and sucking it. The fried noodles felt like they had noodle soup. Fang Chang'an had just started to use chopsticks, and a large bowl was eaten up there. He got up and patted his stomach, and handed the two red tickets a total of one 50% to the boss sitting next to watching TV, "Let's go!"

"Why!"

The boss responded, put the order in the drawer next to him, and sat down to watch the advertisement.

Perhaps the advertisement was too boring and it was not as good as the house Chang'an. The boss turned around and looked at the slow-moving noodle-eating student and asked, "Which school do you come from?"

"No. 2 Middle School."

Fang Chang'an usually eats slowly, but it is not as slow as he is. The main reason is that he has no paper on his body and does not provide it in the store. He is afraid that the sauce on the fried noodles will stick to his mouth and cannot be handled, so he has to be gentle.

After finishing cleaning the table, the boss's wife sat and waited for the advertisement to end. She asked, "Is your home in town?"

Maybe I thought the nearby children came home and found that no one was cooking, or that there was no one at home.

“No, rural.”

"Why don't you eat in school? Come here for so long?"

"School food is too bad and expensive. It's better to come and eat half a bowl of noodles for the same amount of money."

The boss's wife looked at each other and smiled. She looked over forties, and her face and expression were marked by life, which was probably similar to the "yellow-faced woman" mentioned by some men. But when she smiled at this time, she seemed to look very comfortable and said to her husband: "This student has ideas."

He turned to Fang Chang'an and said, "That's right, the food in your school is so unpalatable and expensive, especially the bun, which is a little bit larger when you pinch it, and it's not as much as a piece of noodles, and it's even sold for 2 cents."

Fang Changanqi said: "Have you been to our school?"

"I've been there, I've eaten it once, but I don't want to eat it again after I'm beaten to death."

The boss lady seemed to want to ask someone to complain, but she restrained herself and didn't say much. She paused and asked, "How long will it take for you to come here? Don't you go to evening self-study?"

"It's about twenty minutes, forty minutes back and forth, and it's only six-thirty to study at night."

The boss's wife nodded, said nothing more, looked up and continued to watch TV, and talked with the boss from time to time. After that, someone would come, so she continued to be busy.

Fang Chang'an had a full lunch, and the boss gave half a portion of fried noodles. Considering that it was still hot, he didn't dare to pack it, so he barely finished the noodles. He only had two pickled vegetables left, and even a few mung bean sprouts were peeled off. Then he took out his wallet from his pocket to give it to him.

The wallet was specially sewn by my mother before school started. The light blue cloth bag was pressed twice by the sewing machine. The stitches were fine and strong, and one end was stringed with a rope and tied to the belt.

Fang Changan opened the bag, took out a 50-cent copper coin and handed it to the boss's wife. The other party collected the money and greeted him with a smile: "Let's go slowly."

"Hey!"

Fang Chang'an also responded with a smile, walked out of the shop, and walked back to school.

When I walked into the school gate, I saw Wang Ke, Zheng Lili, and several girls in the class jumping rope on the open space downstairs of the teaching building. My steps were light and my ponytails were leaping in the air. When I approached, I heard them chanting: "Malan blossoms twenty-one, two five six, two five seven, two eight twenty-nine thirty-one..."

He has never figured out what this complete paragraph is in his two lives.

Wang Ke also saw Fang Chang'an, but he didn't have time to say hello. Fang Chang'an just approached and the female classmate who pointed out in the afternoon's self-study class that everyone could write notes, greeted him: "Class monitor, are you having fun together?"

Fang Changan shook his head and smiled and said, "I don't know how to do this, just play with you."

Zhou Xiaoyan said dissatisfiedly: "Wang Yuwei, why are you calling a boy?"

Fang Changan didn't mind either, waved his hand and smiled, "You guys have fun first, I'll go up."

The female classmate named Wang Yuwei waved to Fang Chang'an and smiled sweetly: "By bye."

Wang Ke was holding the rope. Seeing that Fang Changan didn't even talk to her, she glared at him unhappily. Fang Changan noticed it and smiled at her. The little girl turned her face aside to show that she was not interested at all.

Fang Chang'an returned to the classroom, and Shen Mo had not come yet. He casually spread out the history book to continue previewing. He waited and waited, but the little beauty at the same time did not come, and the little beauty behind him did not come, so he had to bear the loneliness of being a top student alone.

It was not until the evening self-study preparation bell that Shen Mo walked into the classroom with Wang Ke, Zheng Lili, Wang Yuwei and others. Fang Chang'an saw that her fair and crystal face turned slightly red, and she still looked excited, and she couldn't help but feel moved.

"You jumped rope with them?"

"Um!"

Shen Mo nodded and explained, "I came as soon as you left, I saw you."

"Then you don't call me?"

Fang Changan curled his lips, "No loyalty."

Shen Mo blinked strangely, "You are a boy."

"Who stipulates that boys can't dance?"

The little girl felt a little aggrieved, bit her pink lips and said, "Then I'll call you next time."

"I won't jump if I shout."

"Why?"

"I'm a man, what's the point of jumping around like you?"

Shen Mo probably realized that he was teasing himself, turned his head angrily and ignored him.
Chapter completed!