When Song Song returned to the dormitory in a huff, everyone got up.

Yang Zhenzhen stood in the mirror and washed his face, and the "milk" of washing his face was still stuck to half of his eyebrows, "I thought you had diarrhea and pulled people away." ”

Song Song laughed out loud, jumped on her back, hung on her and smirked, "If I don't pull it, I'll drag you with me!" ”

"Phew, if I hadn't shown you the way, you would have to hit the cabinet and the wall, you actually did this to me!"

"You are the wind, I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world!"

One of the two had not washed his face, and the other was wearing loose cartoon pajamas, holding hands and circling in the middle of the dormitory, singing a big opera.

Wang Hui, the only one who didn't wake up, was also woken up by the two, lying on the bed without love, and letting the two of them sing and cheer in her ear.

"Get up, Wang Hui, let's go around in circles together!"

Song Song had a dry "wool" towel hanging on his shoulder, carrying a shoelace in his hand, and flicked it around in front of him, looking like he had run out of Geyue Mountain Mental Hospital, and he was not lightly ill.

A few people were making trouble, stepping on the class bell to enter the classroom, and as soon as they entered the door, several people were surrounded by the sight of their classmates.

Yang Zhenzhen was so frightened that she stepped on Yang Fan's feet behind her, and it was the leg that she sat on twice yesterday.

"Whew!" A scream echoed in the empty corridor, and the other classes stuck out a few heads to see the situation.

The boy in the class who liked to talk stood up and looked at them with an inexplicable look in his eyes, "Song Song, it's amazing!" ”

Song Song looked at the people around him in wonder, not understanding what was going on.

The people in dormitory 308 were also in a state of confusion, and they all shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know.

Song Song, who was beating a drum in his heart, walked to the position and knew what was going on, why everyone looked at her with such expressions, it turned out to be because of this.

In addition to the two textbooks placed in the corner, there is also a transparent handy bag on the desk, and a post-it note is glued to the bag.

Song Song took the post-it note, and saw that the handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful, and the pen was smooth, which was the most handwriting she had seen in her previous life.

The teacher took the textbook into the classroom, everyone returned to their positions and sat down, the boy who spoke just now was still looking at Song Song, hoping to see any gossip news from the change in her expression, but unfortunately Song Song looked very natural from beginning to end.

Song Song stuffed the convenient bag into the desk, looking calm, and the hand hidden under the desk had begun to shake slightly.

Yang Zhenzhen always felt that the people around him seemed to be absent-minded, the teacher said that he had turned the next page, but Song Song was still staring at the page and did not move, it was not okay to go on like this.

Yang Zhenzhen smashed her arm, stretched out her head and whispered, "Who brought you breakfast?" ”

Song Song pursed his lips and was silent, lowering his head to see her expression.

With this look, Yang Zhenzhen probably understood who sent this breakfast, if it was Fang Chenchu, Song Song could take out his mobile phone to take a hundred and eighty pictures of him, and then take the photos to show off in front of them, and it was best to pretend to be helpless.

If you had asked what it was, she would have been able to say a few hundred words in one breath, instead of being so quiet......

"Shen Kun sent it?" Except for this person, Yang Zhenzhen didn't want to come out who would bring breakfast to Song Song.

Several people in a class were not in a state, but Yang Fan listened to the class abnormally carefully, and the notes were almost comparable to those of his four-eyed boy at the table.

As soon as class ended, the boy who started to speak wanted to come over, but Yang Zhenzhen pushed him away and found an excuse to break away.

"What about the breakfast you said you would give me?" Yang Zhenzhen only remembered when she saw Song Song's breakfast, and Yang Fan hadn't bought the breakfast she promised her yesterday.

Yang Fan was digging out his pocket to go out, and when he heard this, he turned around and gestured, "OK!" ”

The whole dormitory was late in the morning, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast, so I slipped to the cafeteria after class to see if there was anything left to eat.

Yang Zhenzhen waited for Yang Fan's breakfast, happily without having to queue up, not to mention Song Song, no one wanted to call her, a person who had someone to deliver breakfast could not have the happiness of queuing.

An Kebei and the others would not admit that this was envy, they only thought that Fang Chenchu was too good to Song Song.

Yang Fan moved quickly, coming and going like a rabbit with a gust of wind, and after a while, he ran back to work with a meat bun.

slapped it on Yang Zhenzhen's table, and the posture seemed to be not a few dollars of meat buns, but tens of thousands of dollars in cash.

Yang Zhenzhen eats people with a soft mouth, and rarely didn't dislike his appearance of pretending to be b, and consciously took out a bag of still hot peanut "milk" from his pocket, "Thank you!" ”

There are still four minutes before the start of class, and I guess I can finish breakfast in about the same time.

Yang Zhenzhen unpacked the bag and opened his mouth to take a bite, when Song Song's hand reached over and took away her breakfast, the meat bun.

Yang Zhen was really hungry and dumbfounded, "...... Why? ”

The bag of transparent convenient bags was placed in front of Yang Zhenzhen's eyes, Song Song pointed to the bag, took a bite of her meat sandwich bun, ate it with relish, and calmly took the peanut "milk" she had just "inserted" into the straw, sucked it, and sighed with satisfaction.

The feeling of food in the stomach is not bad!

"What do you mean?"

“…… I'll trade with you, you eat this. ”

Yang Zhenzhen swallowed his saliva and opened the bag, which contained a bottle of sour "milk", an egg scones, and it seemed that a ham sausage and slices of meat were added to it.

No matter how Yang Zhenzhen looks at it, this is not a grade better than her meat sandwich bun, but whatever, her breakfast has already been eaten, and if she doesn't eat this, she will be really hungry.

Such a small "interlude" was quickly forgotten, and Song Song also received a text message from Shen Kun during the big class, asking her how the breakfast tasted.

Song Song held the phone and looked at it for a long time, but finally did not reply.

Before school on Friday, every class was left to clean the class, and Song Song happily shuttled back and forth in the class with a rag instead of the gloom of the morning.

A piece of glass was wiped by her three or four times, and Yang Zhenzhen thought she was talking to her with the window open outside the class just now, but she stretched out her head and bumped into it, and her eyes were red with pain.

Song Song laughed at her, but was pressed to the glass and printed a mist.

In the end, Song Song could only "force" hard, stepped on the chair and silently wiped it for a while before wiping off the complete facial features shape mist that had been printed.

"Song Song, someone is looking for it!" A girl in the class stood in the doorway and shouted.

Song Song stretched out his head, and he couldn't see who was outside from this angle, so he could only put down the rag and walk over.

The girl was blushing and shaking her legs, and when she saw Song Song coming, she reluctantly moved her position, and turned around to chat with others, but her eyes kept coming.

Shen Kun leaned against the door of the third class with a wet mop, and when he saw Song Song coming, he stood up straight and smirked at her.

Song Song frowned slightly, seeing that the coat he was wearing was the same one he wore for her last time, and he loosened it a little more.

"Are you looking for me?"

Shen Kun frowned, "What, can I only come to you when I have something?" ”