Although Fang Qingming felt in his heart that Song Xiangran's soft and glutinous voice was melted in his heart, Fang Qingming saw that Song Xiangran was reporting to himself so seriously, and he simply became serious on a whim.

Fang Qingming in front of him suddenly changed his expression, and looked at himself with a serious face, Song Xiangran's body, which had begun to slacken, tensed up every nerve again.

"Classmate Song Xiangran, do you want to be the leader?" Fang Qingming was more than half a head taller than Song Xiangran, and at this moment he was almost looking down at Song Xiangran and talking.

"What sheep?" Song Xiangran didn't know that the training of the etiquette team would be so hard, and he didn't eat a lot in the morning, so he was hungry at this time, his brain was chaotic, and his mouth was not good, "Roast whole sheep?"

At this moment, Fang Qingming really couldn't hold it back, and he burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Xiangran hadn't reacted yet.

"The sheep I'm talking about is the kind of leader led by the ceremonial team. Fang Qingming cleared his throat, but he understood in his heart that Song Xiangran was hungry, and he said what he was thinking.

At this moment, Song Xiangran realized that he had completely misunderstood just now, and the crimson crawled straight from his face to the root of his ears.

"I, can I do it?" Song Xiangran lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and stared at the tip of his shoe in a daze, a little unconfident.

After all, the average height of the girls here is nearly 1.7 meters, and if you want to talk about appearance, it is really not worse than her. Another point is that Song Xiangran was reborn, and psychologically felt that he was older than other girls.

Fang Qingming touched his nose, thought for a while, tilted his head to look at Song Xiangran, and said, "I heard that this is added to the awards and evaluations, and the score is quite high. ”

As soon as the words "award and evaluation" appeared, Song Xiangran seemed to have regained his spirit, and his eyes almost lit up.

"When! I should!" Song Xiangran suddenly forgot that the Fang Qingming in front of her was still the Fang instructor in her mouth, and directly grabbed Fang Qingming's arm.

Fang Qingming couldn't help but smile: "Don't get excited, I just told you in advance, you have to prepare well and work hard." ”

"Okay, I will, Brother Qing Ming!" Song Xiangran raised his little face and said with a smile.

In a trance, time went back to more than ten years ago, and the little little one grabbed Fang Qingming's trouser leg, raised his head and looked at him, and kept muttering: "Brother, where is the candy?"

It's just that no one thought that in the blink of an eye, time flies, and the little little guy who chases Fang Qingming all day long to ask for candy has already been slim.

Of course, for Fang Qingming, the most surprising and fortunate thing is that he saved Song Xiangran. Once, Fang Qingming almost thought that the little dot in his memory could never be retrieved, perhaps, it was just a playmate he fantasized about when he was a child.

"Brother Qingming, why don't you speak?" Song Xiangran was a little confused and embarrassed by Fang Qingming, so he quickly let go of his hand.

Fang Qingming smiled and touched Song Xiangran's head, just like this action has been done countless times, it is very natural, so natural that neither of the two parties thinks there is anything wrong.

"It's not up to me to say this, you don't have to be lazy, don't think I didn't see it. Fang Qingming's hand rubbed Song Xiangran's head a few times, and when he let go of his hand, Song Xiangran's hair was already messy.

Song Xiangran, who was poked by Fang Qingming, shrugged his shoulders and grimaced, "Oh, I know, Instructor Fang." “

"Okay, let's go eat. Fang Qingming said with a chuckle, and then walked to the dining hall with Song Xiangran on long legs.

I don't know why, I have obviously been alone with Fang Qingming in private before, but this time, walking side by side with Fang Qingming on campus, Song Xiangran always felt very uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because Fang Qingming, as an instructor, is also exceptionally handsome, and he is outstanding in his own right, and walking in the crowd with Song Xiangran looks a little abrupt.

Indeed, on the way to the canteen between Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming, many people turned around to see the two of them.

Besides, now that the noon sun is on his head, he is scorching Song Xiangran's scalp, and Song Xiangran feels his scalp tingle.

The road from the playground to the canteen was not far, not even ten minutes, but Song Xiangran felt that it was very long, and Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming were silent and did not say a word along the way.

Finally, he finally walked to the dining hall, Song Xiangran bowed slightly to Fang Qingming, and said solemnly: "Goodbye, instructor." “

As soon as the words fell, Song Xiangran walked away quickly.

Fang Qingming looked at the somewhat hurried backs in the crowd and couldn't help laughing.

Just when Fang Qingming was about to go to the area specially opened by the school for the instructor to eat, a person gently patted Fang Qingming on the shoulder.

When Fang Qingming looked back, it was Duan Lingling with a smiling face, and she was still carrying something in her hand.

"What's the matter?" Fang Qingming asked with a friendly smile.

Duan Lingling first smiled and raised the bag in her hand, and then without waiting for Fang Qingming's reaction, she pulled him to find a place to sit down.

"What's wrong, Lingling?" Fang Qingming was a little inexplicable from being pulled over to sitting down.

Duan Lingling took out a boxed lunch from the bag and put it in front of Fang Qingming, and took another box, which was full of cut and washed fruits.

"Brother Qingming, it's hard to train all morning!" Duan Lingling smiled and said to Fang Qingming, "This is the bento I made for you, and there are some after-dinner fruits." “

The bowl of lunch in front of him really looked much better than the food in the canteen, and after the lid was lifted, the aroma of food was still bubbling.

Looking at it, Fang Qingming originally wanted to refuse, but his stomach was about to start protesting at this moment, so Fang Qingming nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you, Lingling, I'm sorry for your trouble." “

"It's not troublesome, I originally brought food to the school to eat, thinking that you came here to bring military training, so I made a little more by the way, it should be better than the school canteen." Duan Lingling saw Fang Qingming bowing his head and feasting, sitting opposite him and watching like this, he also felt very happy.

When I was a child, when I was writing essays, my teacher always assigned that kind of topic about happiness. Duan Lingling, who moved to the military compound, had almost no concept of the word happiness until she met Fang Qingming.

So when she was young, Duan Lingling liked to follow Fang Qingming's ass and play with him, and Fang Qingming was always reluctant at that time. But now, the man who had been reluctant to accept her gift easily sat down in front of him to eat.

If you ask Duan Lingling now what happiness is, then she will definitely say, just like that, sit in front of Fang Qingming and quietly appreciate him eating the food she cooked.

At this moment, how much Duan Lingling hopes that it will be forever.