Chapter 21: At the Invitation of Daigo

"Brother, I'm back! Look what delicious food I brought you?! ā€

With his left hand carrying today's lunch and his right hand behind his back, he walked into the house with a full face of spring and light, and looked at me mysteriously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"What's delicious? Isn't it just two bowls of beef ramen?! How delicious can it be......" I looked at the lunch he was carrying in my left hand with disdain.

"Hey, hey, the delicious food is in the back! When, when, when! "With his incomplete voice, a large box of beautifully packaged Dove chocolates suddenly appeared in front of me.

I looked at the box of Dove chocolates in amazement, and my speech became indistinct, "This, this has a voice-acting effect." ā€

"Hehe, your favorite chocolate, I secretly bought it for you!" With that, he handed me the box of chocolates.

I mechanically took the box of precious chocolates, smirking like a fool and repeating the same playful phrase, "Secretly?" ā€ć€‚ Say it again, laugh it again, and it goes on and on.

"Do you like it?"

"Love ......"

"Are you happy?"

"Happy ......"

Shenko and I asked and answered, his questions were like a child, and my answers were not the same, over and over again, as if I had really traveled to elementary school.

"So......" Shenko said ill-intentionedly, "should we ......?" ā€

"The? What to do? I pondered his thoughts and asked, "It's not Valentine's Day, is it?!" ā€

His thoughts seemed to be interrupted by my words in an instant, and he said in a loud voice, "Of course it's not Valentine's Day!" If it's Valentine's Day, it won't just be as simple as a chocolate treat! Hey! ā€

"Oh? Is it? Hehe! If today is Valentine's Day, what else will you treat me to eat? My good Shenko. ā€

"Wait a minute, let me think about it......" he thought for about two minutes.

"Oops, don't think about it! I'm kidding you! If you think about it like this, the ramen will be spoiled! ā€

"Yikes! Worst! With that, he quickly pulled out two lunch boxes from the cabinet, carefully poured the ramen into them, and then picked up one of the bowls of ramen and handed it to me with both hands.

In an instant, I smiled. But instead of taking the bowl of ramen he handed me at the first time, I said to him even more presumptuously, "You feed me." ā€

These three words are a joke that I mustered up all my courage, because I didn't mean that. When I said these three words, I was completely empty.

When Shenko heard it, he seemed very flat, perhaps because the two of us had been together for a long time. He just smiled innocently and looked at me affectionately, his eyes full of love.

He said, "Alas! My brother! It's not good to serve! So saying, he picked up the noodles from the bowl, gently blew away the hot air floating on them, and handed them to my lips, and said, "Eat slowly, don't burn them." ā€

After I ate a few bites with a weak heart, I couldn't help it, and said to him with a smile on my face, "Shenko, you should hurry up and eat too!" I'm kidding you! I'll do the rest myself! ā€

"You're kidding, but I'm definitely serious." At this moment, Shenko drilled the tip of the bull's horns.

In order to calm his emotions, I snatched the bowl of ramen almost from his hand. Then, in an instant, she kissed him on the forehead and said to him reassuringly, "This time, we should be able to go to dinner!" ā€

He smiled and didn't say a word, but immediately picked up his bowl of ramen and ate it quickly, like a child.

(Whenever doctors hear me talk about my relationship with Shenko, they always ask me the same question: Why did you choose to have a pro-Shenko forehead instead of a face?) I would always reply absurdly, "Because he's a beard." "After," doesn't that sound perfect? ā€ļ¼‰

As he ate his ramen, Shenko asked me, "Brother! Where is the story? ā€

"The story has progressed to the fourth grade of elementary school."

"Huh? Fourth grade? How can it be so fast? I haven't heard it in third grade! ā€

"The story of the third grade, I have already told 'them'."

"They? Who are they referring to? Shenko asked suspiciously, then subconsciously glanced around and said, "But there is no one else here except you and me." Brother, aren't you talking to yourself again?! ā€

"Talking to yourself? Come on, I don't have that hobby. ā€

"Okay then." Shenko said in disappointment, "Let's continue the story, and I promise not to disturb." ā€

As the principal said, there are really not many English teachers in our school, and from the third grade to the fourth grade, she is still the English teacher in the class. Fortunately, she has completely changed, to be precise, she has been "tamed" by her superiors!

We can leave her for now, after all, I made a lot of money when I got into fourth grade.

It was 5:00 p.m. in the fourth grade classroom.

I sat down and counted the end of class like a sheep. This is the first time I look forward to leaving class early, because I usually enjoy classes, especially the Chinese class teacher.

I love literature and everything that has to do with words. But today is different, and the reason for this is that there is so much homework tonight that I can't imagine.

In class, I saw a lot of students secretly writing homework below, and Xia Xue, who was at my tablemate, was the best case. Of course, I definitely won't report her, after all, I'm not a bad guy.

I am a good student in the eyes of the teacher, obedient and obedient are synonymous with me in primary school, and I am also the "minion" of the class teacher to control the class. It should be stated that I am not a robot, and it is impossible for me to make a small report to the head teacher on everything, and it is enough to mean it occasionally.

In the last Chinese class, I didn't secretly write my homework with a book under the cover like others. Instead, he sat up straight, staring intently at the head teacher (i.e., Daigo's mother) and listening absentmindedly to her lesson.

This unusual act of mine will definitely pay off, and I know that I will be praised again.

For a while, the head teacher asked unhappily, "What are you all doing down there?" Keep your head down one by one! Look at Hu Xiaotian, Peng Cheng and Xiong Zihao in our class! How careful to listen! Everyone learns from them! ā€

This sentence frightened the people below who secretly wrote their homework, and they raised their heads in frustration one by one, raising their eyes to search for the names in these three memories.

Xia Xue, who was at the same table, secretly gave me a thumbs up by taking advantage of the cover of the desk, and whispered to me with a wicked smile, "Good job, same table!" I'm going to learn from you! ā€

At that time, I didn't know that she was talking about it, because she was smarter than me, and she was the best, smartest, and first-class person in the class with an IQ above Feng Qianyu.

Seeing that I was ignoring her, she asked me again, "Hey, tablemate!" If you don't do your homework at this time, can you finish it at night? ā€

"I guess I can." When she asked me like this, I suddenly lost my confidence. Whether I'll be able to finish the homework assigned tonight, to be honest, I don't know.

I was stupid, really stupid. I only know how much homework the teacher assigns, and I have to write as much homework as I do, and I don't think about it at all: is there really a lot of homework? Is it beyond your means? Even if you don't write it, it's not a big deal...... Questions like that.

"At the same table, I bet you won't finish writing." Xia Xue's words aroused my fighting spirit.

"I'm sure I'll be able to finish it."

"If you're done writing, I'll treat you to something delicious tomorrow!"

"Well, if I don't finish writing, I'll treat you to something delicious tomorrow!"

"A word?"

"It's a deal!"

A good bet, accompanied by the bell of the end of class at night, no one can change it, and fate has long been a foregone conclusion.

"After class!" This sentence is the favorite sentence of every student in school. As soon as they heard this, the students, who had already been exhausted after a day of class, instantly rushed out of the classroom as if they had taken stimulants.

At this moment, Daigo walked over. He said to me with a smile on his face, "Xiaotian, come to my house tonight!" I've already told my mom that she'll prepare the best meals for us and give you extra support! ā€

"That's ...... All right? "When I was a child, I was also the most shy, and my first reaction to an invitation from someone other than my parents was to refuse, even if it was a piece of candy, even if I wanted to eat it, I would refuse it after hesitation.

Some people say it's a "disease"! Gotta be cured!

But I think that this is 100% indelible with tutoring. Ever since I was a child, my family didn't allow me to accept other people's stuff unless I had their consent. After a long time, it has indeed become a "disease"! This disease is difficult to cure and can only be resolved.

Xia Xue sat on the side, adding fuel and vinegar, "Yo! Extra tutoring! Looks like I'm losing this bet! Actually, she meant well. Because, even if she loses the bet, she is very happy.

Dawu and I were red-faced by Xia Xue's words, and we didn't know what to say, so the two of us were stunned on opposite sides, and Xia Xue sat in the middle.

She looked at us stunned and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, okay." I'm not going to be your 'light bulb' either, hehe. As she spoke, she smiled and waved at Feng Qianyu, Peng Cheng, Xiong Zihao and others who were still in the class, "Hurry up!" ā€

Then, there was the sound of packing school bags in the classroom;

This was followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, and the occasional shouting from within the schoolyard;

In the end, all that remained, the clockwork sound of the "tick-tick" of the clock's hands.

At this moment, Daigo looked at me, still giggling, and I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at his giggle.

He looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, he said to me, "Xiaotian, let's go too?" ā€

"Okay, wait a minute, wait until I pack my bag."

"Well, I'll pack my bag too."

That night, it took less than three minutes for the two of us to pack our school bags, but this anticipation took people three years.

Daigo's mother, our homeroom teacher, came home early to prepare dinner for both of us. Daigo and I ran back to my house first, informed my parents about the incident, and only then did we return to Daigo's house after agreeing.

As a working-class family, it was really troublesome for me to encounter such an unexpected situation at that time. It's not like today, when you pick up your phone and make a phone call, it's a hasty call.

Thankfully, Daigo was able to learn the exact address of my home as well. In fact, I wanted to tell him about this in advance, but because my family was not superior, there was no good food to invite him over, and I didn't come up with a good excuse, so the matter was delayed again and again, until today, when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and finally I didn't have to delay it anymore, and I didn't need to rack my brains to make excuses.

When my mother saw Daigo, it was like a different person, and the style of talking to me was completely different from that on weekdays, "Xiaotian, he is what you often say, the leader of your class, Daigo!" ā€

"That's him! He's Daigo, and his mother is the homeroom teacher of our class! ā€

The father added, "Look! What a kid who grows so well! People have trained this physique! Xiaotian, you should also follow Dawu to strengthen your workout! ā€

I am most annoyed by parents comparing themselves to other people's children, and always saying that I am useless. The object of today's comparison is Dawu, and that's it, if it were someone else, I would have to make a fuss.

At this time, Daigo noticed that I was not happy to stand aside, and hurriedly eased up and said, "Uncle has won the prize!" Xiaotian worked out with me in every PE class. ā€

"Xiaotian, why don't you tell Daigo to come into the house to sit and have a meal?!"

In an instant, I was almost so frightened by my parents that I almost forgot the purpose ......of coming to my house.

Daigo was stunned when he saw me, and added embarrassedly, "Uncle, auntie, I want to invite Xiaotian to come to my house for one night tonight, my mother has already prepared dinner for me and Xiaotian." Besides, there is a lot of homework tonight, so my mother can tutor Xiaotian in addition. ā€

"That's it!" The mother said, "Then go and slow down!" Stay safe! ā€

"Got it!" Daigo and I spoke in unison.

When I went downstairs, I vaguely heard my parents standing at the door whispering, "Xiaotian, this kid, has made a rare good friend!" ā€

"You mean Daigo?"

"That's right! He's the son of their homeroom teacher! In the future, you can worry about learning! ā€

On the way to Daigo's house, Daigo suddenly smiled and said, "Your parents are so nice! Caring about every aspect of you. ā€

"But I don't like it." I whispered aggrievedly, "I think they have too much control, and I don't even have to care if I don't exercise." ā€

"Hey, hey."

"What are you laughing at?"

In the twilight of the night, there were few vehicles on the road, and the street lights on the side of the street were much dimmer at the moment. Two men walked hand in hand in the night, but one of them was very melancholy.

Daigo let out a sigh of relief, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still flickering in the limited light, although they could not be seen clearly in the limited light.

After a long time, he swallowed the tears back into his stomach and said to me sadly, "Xiaotian, do you know? I don't have any freedom at home, my parents only care about my studies. ā€