I studied by myself in the afternoon, and a group of people cheered me up.

"Jiang Nian, are you going to buy something to eat?"

"Not going."

"Ta Ma, both periods are English classes."

"Let's go then, come back after eating." Jiang Nian Shi stood up suddenly, with the calmness and calmness of an old artist.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly found Zhizhi lying on the table and glancing at him.

Jiang Nian raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"Nothing." Zhang Ningzhi looked at him with one eye and said in a low voice, "You guys are absent from class again. It's time for Qianbao to ask me."

"How can you be called truant if you are ten minutes late?" Jiang Nian shrugged, disapprovingly, "If you are truant, you are truant. Can Qianbao still beat me to death?"

Zhizhi: ".Then you go."

"Do you want anything to drink? I'll take care of it for you." Jiang Nianbai never forgets Zhizhi when he goes to prostitutes, and he is a conscientious male. "How about milk? You will grow taller."

"It's disgusting that you keep repeating your words." Ma Guojun was speechless and pulled him out, "Hurry up, class will start soon."

Jiang Nian turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ningzhi, who nodded slightly. Then he lay back on the table. Under the cover of the stack of books, only his beautiful high ponytail could be seen.

The morning sun fell from the large windows, and the dust emitted a pale golden light.

Yang Qiming couldn't help but open his mouth when he heard what Jiang Nian was saying.

He is dying.

His face was full of weakness and desire for food.

I didn't have a midnight snack last night and woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

Looking at the dark ceiling of the dormitory, he thought of the door lock downstairs at the fastest speed in the universe.

Finally, Baidu asked whether roommates can eat it. Baidu does not recommend eating roommates.

In the end, I was so hungry that I drank up my roommate’s melatonin.

The strange thing is that I'm not hungry in the morning, so I hesitated for a while.

Now he regretted it. He just wanted to go to the cafeteria and have a bite right away, but just as he stood up, Huang Cailang's faint voice came to his ears.

"Brother Yang, are you going to have breakfast?"

Not the pigeons, you

"No, I'm going to get up and do some exercise." Yang Qiming felt troubled and couldn't express his feelings, so he felt relieved, "What's wrong, do you want to have breakfast?"

Huang Cailang wanted to eat and was a little hungry. But thinking about what he said yesterday, Brother Yang probably didn't want to go with his tone, so he could only endure it.

Class Three Ninja, the Will of Fire has another heir.

"No, Brother Yang, I'm not hungry." Huang Cailang forced a silly smile on his face.

I thought to myself, forget it, just bear with it.

During the first English class, Xibao glanced at the class out of habit and found three empty seats in a row.

"Where are the three of them?"

Hearing this, half of the class turned to look at Jiang Nian's row.

The Fruit Boy Special Attack trio went to the cafeteria.

Zhang Ningzhi lowered his head, not daring to look at Qian Bao, like a left-behind child.

Someone answered.

"Teacher, they went to the toilet."

Xibao couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"What kind of toilet requires a meal card?"

The class suddenly burst into laughter, and those who had been so sleepy also woke up.

Ten minutes later, the three members of the Guobao special attack team arrived belatedly. They stood at the door and made a report. The three of them stood together and blocked the classroom door tightly.

Xibao glanced at it and asked slowly.

"Where are you going?"

"Teacher, I just went to the toilet." Li Hua had an idea and pointed to the side, "I don't know these two people. I met them on the road."

Ma Guojun remained silent and threw a blue meal card on the ground.

"Li Hua, you lost your meal card."

Li Hua lowered his head subconsciously.

Where?

When he looked up and saw Qian Bao looking at him, Li Hua was immediately embarrassed.

A shameless, dank thing!

Jiang Nian took his time and took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Li Hua.

"Wipe the oil from your mouth."

Xibao couldn't bear it anymore and rubbed his temples.

"Li Hua, go back and listen to the lecture standing."

Immediately he looked at Ma Guojun and asked.

"And you?"

Ma Guojun said honestly, "Jiang Nian said he was treating us."

Xibao nodded, "Well, you are quite honest. Go back to your seat."

Li Hua, who was standing at the back of the classroom, felt like the sky was falling. He looked confused as the fat baby returned to his seat.

"Why?"

But yes, although Ma Guojun always uses foul language, he is honest and rarely cheats like Jiang Nian.

That's all, at the blackboard in the back row where strong people gather.

It is one of the great joys in life to have Laogou Jiang standing with him.

What are you doing in Shimookamoto?

If God had not given birth to me, Li Hua, my English would be like a long night!

While he was imagining, he suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Nian taking out a box of throat lozenges from behind his back. He put it on the podium with a calm expression and said shamelessly.

"I bought the throat lozenges the teacher asked for."

Qian Bao glanced at him and thought to himself, this child knows how to submit a confession. When he remembered that his English was 140, he waved his hand and let him go.

Back row, edge of blackboard.

Li Hua: Sad, forgetting love.

Two classes passed, and the running bell rang.

Sun Zhicheng still wore a sweater and hat, and his whole person looked dark and decadent. Lying on the seat, he looked like a lonely mouse returning to the sewer throne. "I'll touch you, Ah Cheng." Lin Dong patted Sun Zhicheng's hat, "

Come on, go downstairs and run."

Although he was attacked by the psychological committee last night, his mentality is still in a good mood. In general, the savings brought by the harvest are still showing their remaining heat.

That money is enough for him to live without food or water for the rest of his life.

"Let's go." Sun Zhicheng stood up.

"It's not Ah Cheng. Are you running around in a sweatshirt?" Lin Dong was surprised and reminded, "The sun is still shining outside. I'm afraid you'll be hot as a dog later."

"It doesn't matter, people like me are used to the coldness of the sewers." Sun Zhicheng stood up, wearing a hood on his head, like a gray impact drill.

Lin Dong nodded, "Let's go then, the sports committee will call for names later."

He was about to leave when he turned around and was startled.

"What the hell, old cousin Qiming?"

Yang Qiming looked up, with a look of kidney deficiency on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you look so ugly?" Lin Dong asked curiously, "Isn't it because you are sick?"

"I'm fine." Yang Qiming was speechless.

You can't say you're hungry but can't eat, it's too bad. He also doesn't want to involve Huang Cailang, lest others lower Cai Lang's reputation.

This pain must be borne by me alone!

"Then why are you running around and asking for leave?"
To be continued...