Bad thing! Bad thing!

Seeing that the secretary had found the steamed buns, solemn heart sank suddenly.

This is specially left for other comrades in their class to eat, at least ten or so in each rice bowl, to ensure that the rest of their class can eat one more steamed bun each.

Unexpectedly, it was hidden here for the secretary to find out.

The Iron Secretary swept his gaze over Zhuang Yan and the other three students, and seeing that they refused to answer, he picked up one of them, and painted it with red paint with the word "Wang".

"Whose surname is Wang, whose is it? Whose rice bowl is this? The secretary asked again.

Wang Datong blushed, he wanted to say that it was his own, but he didn't have the courage to admit it, he was afraid of how the secretary would punish him, so he could only pretend to be fine, standing by the sink on the side, and brushing the steamer with a bamboo brush.

"Wow! Don't admit it, do you? You think you can't help it if you don't admit me, right? ”

Wang Datong didn't admit it, and the chief of the iron department was very angry, but he didn't take him for a while.

Looking at the appearance of several people pretending to be calm, the evil fire in his heart swished up.

These stinky boys, I'm afraid it won't work if you don't give some color!

Thinking so, he decided to kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys, otherwise the queen ant students would not take themselves seriously?

He said: "Good! You don't say yes, no one admits it! ”

As he spoke, he poured the steamed buns in the rice bowl back into the steamer, then lifted it up and threw it to the ground!

"Smack!"

The voice was crisp and sharp, and Wang Datong's eyebrows jumped on the side, and his facial muscles twitched, as if he had been slapped hard.

The plate was suddenly concave, and a large piece of the enamel also fell off, which was completely wasted.

Seeing that no one had reacted, the chief of the iron department picked up another one with the word "Zhuang" written on it.

This is a stately rice bowl.

Zhuang Zhuang felt that his cold hair was beginning to count, but at this time he was not afraid, but a little annoyed.

Paralyzing! Is it easy for us to be students? There are more than 100 people in a squadron, and it is finally the turn to help the cook, and it is not enough to take a few more steamed buns?

Thinking of this, his stubborn temper came up again, didn't he just take a few more steamed buns? Can you shoot yourself? The suffering, the tiredness and the breath that I have endured in these days have all slowly begun to seep out of every pore.

Zhuang Zhuang felt that he didn't believe in that evil, so he said to the secretary: "Secretary, this is mine, it is my meal." ”

Secretary Tie was stunned for a moment, he thought that he was going to drop a rice bowl again, but he didn't think that someone really came out to claim it this time, so he asked: "What are you doing with so many steamed buns?" ”

Zhuang Zhuang didn't think about it, and blurted out: "I didn't eat breakfast, I was busy helping with work just now, so the steamed buns were put in the rice bowl first, and I ate them after I finished my work." ”

The reasons here are only improvised, and they have not been thought through.

But when he said it, he wanted to give himself a thumbs up.

Hey! That's it!

Anyway, I'm sure I didn't eat breakfast, let's see what he can do with him!

Sure enough, Secretary Tie didn't expect that the student in front of him would use the fake of not having breakfast, but he was so reasonable that he couldn't prevaricate himself for a reasonable reason, and he was choked by the solemn words.

If you don't care about the sky and the earth, you can't pull it and it's a fart.

Even if you are the secretary general, you can't stop others from eating, right?

But in fact, it is clear that these students have already eaten, how can there be any reason that the students who help the cook have not eaten yet? These hungry ghosts usually fill their stomachs as soon as the steamed buns come out of the cage.

"Wow, you're talking nonsense with your eyes open, aren't you?"

After a while, he put the solemn rice plate and steamed buns on the board, picked up a rice plate with the word "Liu" written on it, and asked, "Whose is this?" ”

Liu Ruiyong saw that Zhuang Zhuang was fine, and immediately drew a gourd in the same way, and said loudly: "Secretary, the rice bowl is mine and mine, and I didn't have breakfast." ”

"Okay, you didn't eat it, did you?"

The secretary still put Liu Ruiyong's rice bowl and steamed buns on the side of the solemn rice bowl, and then beckoned to the cooking squad leader: "Old horse, come here!" ”

In fact, although Lao Ma is in his fourth year, he also stayed in the team and planned to become a volunteer, before that, he had also suffered from the training of the teaching team, and knew that it was not easy to be a student.

So he defended a few cooking students and said, "Secretary, these boys didn't eat breakfast. ”

How could Secretary Tie Jun not know the real situation, and also knew that the elder of the cooking squad was talking to the students, so he said: "Okay, I haven't eaten, then you give me a good look at them, let them eat up the steamed buns one by one, and no one is left, as long as there is one left, I will report to the squadron leader, saying that someone takes advantage of oil and water and wastes food!" ”

Lao Ma looked at Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong with a wry smile.

Things got to such a point that he couldn't help it.

There are at least ten steamed buns on each plate, and the steamed buns of the army can be described by four words: real materials, hard, solid and big, bigger than a fist.

Wang Datong escaped a catastrophe, Zhuang Zhuang and Liu Ruiyong looked at the steamed buns, and their faces turned into bitter cauliflowers.

If you don't eat breakfast, you also say it yourself, and you have to jump into the sword mountain and the sea of fire.

So, the two of them had to ask someone else to borrow a plate of rice and make some porridge soup, so as not to be too uncomfortable to eat.

One, two, three......

The speed of the two of them became slower and slower, and the starch they had swallowed slowly accumulated in the stomach and began to occupy the esophagus, which was like a snakeskin pocket that was getting fuller and fuller, and it felt like it was about to crack.

SOLEMN FELT THAT HIS EYEBALLS WERE PROTRUDING BY AT LEAST 1CM.

At this time, Luo Xiaoming walked into the cooking class when Zhuang Zheng and Liu Ruiyong were staring at the steamed buns in their mouths, and arrived in front of the two students who swallowed steamed buns.

Oops!

Solemn almost choked himself with start, coughing violently.

Luo Xiaoming is usually notoriously strict, and the students call him Living Yama behind his back.

If Luo Xiaoming knew about this, this living king of Hades would not know how to punish himself.

Just when Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong were about to scare themselves to death, the situation was completely different from what was expected.

Luo Xiaoming simply glanced at the two of them, grabbed five or six steamed buns in their basins with one hand, put them in his rice bowl, and said, "Secretary, I haven't eaten breakfast yet." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Only then did the chief of the iron department react, he jumped to his feet in anger, and shouted at his back: "Luo Xiaoming, what are you doing!" You're favoring your own students! ”

Luo Xiaoming didn't pay attention to it, he didn't look back, he held a steamed bun in his hand and raised it as he walked, still the same sentence - I haven't eaten breakfast yet.

The cooking squad leader also came, reached out and grabbed four steamed buns and walked away.

"Old Ma, you ......" The chief of the iron secretary seemed to be a weak man standing on the gap embankment, looking at the rolling flood, unable to do anything, he seemed to understand something.

So, he stomped his foot and walked away with a huff.