There are no other hard and fast rules for large and small competitions in the club, except for one, you must wear a social uniform to participate in the competition.

The social service has gone through several presidents

"Improvement" is becoming more and more indescribable. In Meng Jiangbei's words, it is from the style of the social uniform that you can see the aesthetics of several presidents of the Sudoku Society, one generation is not as good as the next, and to Meng Jiangbei's generation, it is a cliff-like decline.

This year's social uniform is the simplest combination of sweatshirt and slacks, and there is no big problem with the style of the clothes, the problem lies in the patterns printed on the clothes.

The school emblem of Dongqi University is printed on the back of the sweatshirt, and a few big characters are written underneath - Dongqi Sudoku Society. The spicy-eyed designer in front of the sweatshirt, I don't know where Wen Yufei found it, designed a nine-square grid hot pot pattern, the hot pot base is gurgling and churning, and if you look closely, you can also find a few pieces of fat cow looming.

When Meng Jiangbei saw the ready-to-wear of social clothing for the first time, he said to Wen Yufei: "I was just skeptical about your IQ before, but now I declare that I also have a very good opinion about your aesthetics." Wen Yufei once Zhenzhen said: "Look at this nine-square grid, isn't it like the Sudoku question we did yesterday? This shows that the love of our Sudoku Club members for Sudoku is as hot as a hot pot!" Meng Jiangbei asked: "Old Wen, tell me honestly, did you take the social uniform design fee to eat hot pot." Wen Yufei argued: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!" Under Wen Yufei's ear order, on Saturday morning, at the east gate of Dongqi University, a group of teenagers and girls with a nine-square grid hot pot pattern printed on their chests gathered.

A classmate who got up early called the east gate and passed by and whispered: "Is there going to be a hot pot restaurant near our school recently?" Not to mention, these waiter brothers are quite handsome. Meng Jiangbei was wearing a white mask, and a pink pig's tail was printed on the mask, which was lifelike, and he raised his eyebrows coldly at Wen Yufei and said

"Hehe" sneered. Wen Yufei turned a blind eye to this, and while asking Xu Nuo to count the number of people, he launched a magic circle of love to Meng Jiangbei: "Old Meng, are you still feeling good for a cold?" Meng Jiangbei understood what Wen Yufei meant: "Don't worry, it won't affect today's game." Meng Jiangbei didn't explain much, and the sausage mouth under the mask was deeply hidden in merit and fame.

Xu Nuo counted the number of people and told Wen Yufei: "Except for Han Rui, Cui Xiaotong and Lu Shuyao, who have something to ask for, the rest have arrived." Oh yes, there's Cheng Yu ......" Wen Yufei waved his hand: "Cheng Yu, he goes directly to Qiyuan University, don't go with us, let's go." Meng Jiangbei stopped Wen Yufei: "Wait, there are still people." ”

"Who?" As soon as the words fell, Yuan Chuyue hurriedly appeared at the school gate, his eyes swept around Meng Jiangbei's side, hesitated for a second, and walked in the direction of Wen Yufei.

Wen Yufei was facing away from Yuan Chuyue, on his back

The five big characters of "Dongqi Sudoku Society" plus his body shape explain his identity. Yuan Chuyue greeted directly: "Senior Wen." Meng Jiangbei pulled his mouth, very good, it wasn't him who said hello to the little fan girl.

Meng Jiangbei took out a pink piggy-like hat from his bag and put it on his head, and the piggy's ears were vividly displayed in the wind.

Wen Yufei: "...... Old Meng, are you getting worse from a cold and getting burned!" Yuan Chuyue blinked, his eyes fell on Meng Jiangbei, thinking of Meng Jiangbei's hat last night, pursed his lips, and said in a complicated mood: "Classmate Meng." Relying on a hat to successfully attract Yuan Chuyue's attention, Meng Jiangbei expressed his satisfaction, he raised his chin and nodded reservedly.

Even if he has a swollen sausage mouth, he Meng Jiangbei will be the most beautiful cub in the club! Meng Jiangbei stretched out his hand to Yuan Chuyue, Yuan Chuyue pulled the corners of his mouth, and handed over the bag he was carrying earlier.

Wen Yufei on the side didn't have much eyesight, and shouted when he saw this scene: "Senior sister, you are doing special treatment, why do you only give Lao Meng breakfast!" Yuan Chuyue showed a hypocritical smile: "Classmate Meng's body is so weak, of course he needs to make up for it." Meng Jiangbei took out the soy milk, took a sip, and glanced at Wen Yufei, with a sense of pride between his eyebrows.

What does Wen Yufei know, can he give it away casually this morning? The soy milk is seven points sweet, and it is very sweet when it is drunk in Meng Jiangbei's mouth.

He thought to himself that there was probably no more empathetic person in the world than him. The little fan girl does not hesitate to eavesdrop on the corner of the wall to learn from others

"Flirting with Han Dafa", he also created opportunities for her to practice. Now, let's start by sending breakfast to the boy you love.

Wen Yufei: "???" So, what is Meng Jiangbei proud of? Yuan Chuyue is very angry. She had already planned it, she could take this opportunity to contact Cheng Yu, it would be better if she could go to Qiyuan University with him, who would have thought that there was an accident last night, and Meng Jiangbei swollen into a sausage mouth.

Meng Jiangbei is allergic to mutton, he didn't pay attention to it last night and didn't know when he ate some mutton skewers, and when he came back to his senses, his mouth was already swollen out of control, Yuan Chuyue felt that he had to take a little responsibility for this matter, so Meng Jiangbei proposed to let her help cover up today to ensure that his sausage mouth was not discovered by others, and Yuan Chuyue responded.

Yuan Chuyue can actually understand Meng Jiangbei, after all, she is the same age as a twenty-year-old flower, and she cares a lot about her image, Yuan Chuyue thought, if she can help, she will help her, and she will help the poor, so that when she opened her eyes in the morning and saw the news sent by Meng Jiangbei asking her to bring it early, she didn't think much about it, so she helped him bring one.

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The thought of "poverty alleviation" was scattered when he saw Meng Jiangbei's little pig hat. Yuan Chuyue felt that he was still too naïve, this classmate Meng dared to wear such a hat to swagger through the market, is that a person who cares about image?

What is a mere sausage mouth? Is there any big difference between his appearance and a swollen pig's head? Dongqi University and Qiyuan University are not very close, so Wen Yufei simply rented a bus, and in order to help Meng Jiangbei cover, Yuan Chuyue also sat next to Meng Jiangbei.

Brother Xiao Cheng was not on the bus, Yuan Chuyue felt very depressed, in the end, he couldn't calm down, he could see Meng Jiangbei's pig hat and pig mask on one side, and he couldn't help but ask: "Your hat is quite chic." The corners of Meng Jiangbei's mouth under the mask couldn't help but curl, and through the mask, he touched his nose, meaning something: "It's not just this one." Yuan Chu was pleased: "That's right." "Last night's hat was stupid compared to today's.

Yuan Chuyue remembered that last night's hat was in a hurry and forgot to return it to Meng Jiangbei, and mentioned it in passing: "Find a chance to return last night's hat to you." ”

"Hat, what hat?" Wen Yufei in front of him interjected. Meng Jiangbei felt that as a cold and introverted male god, he couldn't hint too much, and he was afraid that the little fan girl on the side would be

"Shy", took the initiative to prevaricate Wen Yufei: "It's nothing." Wen Yufei was not a person who pursued the root cause, his eyes fell on the bag of breakfast in Meng Jiangbei's hand, Yuan Chuyue bought a little too much, Meng Jiangbei didn't finish eating, there was still a spicy vermicelli bun left, Wen Yufei rubbed his stomach, he had a weight loss plan, so he only ate three meat buns in the morning, and now he has almost digested it.

Wen Yufei swore that he definitely didn't want to eat! Wen Yufei was upright: "Wasting food is going to be thundered by the sky!" Lao Meng, for the sake of our two brothers, I decided to save your life." Wen Yufei said, stretched out his hand to hook the bag, Meng Jiangbei's eyes were quick, and he dodged Wen Yufei's hand.

Wen Yufei was aggrieved: "Old Meng, can't you eat spicy?" Yuan Chuyue was a little surprised: "Classmate Meng, don't you eat spicy?" Yuan Chuyue's surprise turned into loss in Meng Jiangbei's eyes, Meng Jiangbei didn't want to discourage the enthusiasm of the little fan girl to buy love early, and said with words: "Who said that?" Meng Jiangbei proved Wen Yufei's words with his own actions

"Slander", he grabbed the bun, did a second of ideological work with bitterness and hatred, half-tore off the mask, and stuffed the whole bun into his mouth to cover it.

Meng Jiangbei raised his head, his eyes were red with spiciness, Wen Yufei exclaimed: "Old Meng, you are crying!" Meng Jiangbei: "......" Shut up!

The little fan girl's love is too hot and heavy, what can he do! The journey is long, and he gets up early in the morning, and after a while, there are already people sleeping in the swaying bus.

Yuan Chuyue is no exception, but compared to other people who sleep crookedly and do not sleep at all, she sleeps quite restrainedly, leaning on the seat, her head slightly tilted to the left, her hands on her thighs, and she is like a good baby.

Meng Jiangbei secretly glanced at Yuan Chuyue with his residual light. Yuan Chuyue is good-looking, her face is small, and her facial features are quite delicate, looking at the side face, the apple on her face is becoming more and more attractive, Meng Jiangbei is even a little ready to move, wanting to reach out and poke her cheek.

But as a cold male god, he finally restrained himself and forced himself to look away, and after a while, he couldn't help but move to Yuan Chuyue's face.

Yuan Chuyue's eyelashes are very long, probably because she doesn't sleep very well, and her eyelashes flutter slightly, like the wings of a butterfly trembling slightly.

The bus turned a corner, Yuan Chuyue's head moved, and he tilted it in the direction of Meng Jiangbei, Meng Jiangbei instantly retracted his gaze, put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, straightened his back, and waited for Yuan Chuyue's head to rest on his shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jiangbei's mind sounded in the barbecue stall last night

"One doesn't pay attention" heard the phrase.

"Later, I accidentally fell asleep on the bus, and when I woke up, I found that I was pillowing his shoulder, and accidentally drooled a little and got on his coat......" Meng Jiangbei frowned, fell into deep contemplation, and after a long time, he finally made up his mind, picked up the mineral water on the side, unscrewed the water bottle, and tilted the bottle mouth slightly to his shoulder.

How much saliva does a person drool when he sleeps? How much is appropriate? Meng Jiangbei was calculating the precise calculation in his mind, the bus made another turn, the front tire of the car pressed a stone, and the body bumped a little, and the mineral water bottle in Meng Jiangbei's hand was not held steadily, and the mouth of the bottle was directly slammed into his shoulder.

Fortunately, I drank it before, and there was not much water left in the mineral water bottle, but it was enough to wet one of Meng Jiangbei's shoulders.

Meng Jiangbei hesitated for a second, but decided to act according to the plan, and secretly touched Yuan Chuyue's head with one hand, wanting to gently push her head to his shoulder, but who knew that the hand had just stretched out, and Yuan Chuyue woke up leisurely, and one side of his head happened to meet Meng Jiangbei's eyes.

Yuan Chuyue, who had just woken up, was still in a state of confusion, his mouth pursed slightly, and the head of the originally tied balls fell out, which was so cute that Meng Jiangbei was slightly shaken.

I don't know where the wind came from in the carriage, it just happened to blow Yuan Chuyue's hair, and blew a strand of hair into the palm of Meng Jiangbei's hand, and the hair brushed over his palm, like a piece of silk.

Meng Jiangbei decided to strike first, and the ghost messenger said: "My shoulders are wet, and I want to borrow your hair to wipe the water." "Yuan Chuyue:" ...... Meng Jiangbei: "......"