Song Song watched the little fat man close the door behind her, his heartbeat accelerated a little, the fat man is enlightened?

Fang Chen's face did not change at first, and he broke the idea of changing color in Song Song's mind, "The smell of oil smoke will drift in." ”

“…… Oh. "The fat man is still the fat man, this emotional intelligence is really worrying.

Song Song was also thinking, if the fat man opened his mind so early and understood so much, would she still be able to play with the fat man every day?

The answer is no.

The people around her were twisting and turning again, Fang Chenchu endured it once, and pressed the clean test paper under her hand, "Can you do a good job, hurry up and write your homework." ”

Song Song blinked innocently, "Auntie just said, don't do your homework like this." ”

"If she doesn't know your academic performance."

"......" Song Song was speechless, and his face was a little unpleasant.

thought that in this life, she would also become a top student in the eyes of others because of her advantages, but now this class can only be regarded as the top ten, compared with Fang Chenchu, a top student, it is really not enough.

The text on the test paper is very familiar to Song Song, but it is organized together...... What the hell are these symbols?

The test papers of the people around her were almost finished, but she still didn't move a word, and Song Song felt under pressure for a long time.

She needed to get out and get some fresh air and relax.

"Where are you going?" Fang Chenchu took his attention away from his homework and looked at Song Song, who was about to sneak away.

Song Song paused, turned around and smiled weakly, "I'll go help Auntie!" After speaking, without waiting for Fang Chenchu to speak, he hurriedly ran away.

As soon as she walked to the kitchen door, Song Song smelled a smell of meat, and her stomach was rumbling.

Seeing that Fang's mother was sorting out the garlic, she hurriedly stepped forward, "Auntie, I'll help you peel the garlic!" ”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to take the garlic in Fang's mother's palm, and it seemed that he was not very skilled in buttoning the skin, which really brushed Fang's mother's heart with another wave of well-behaved and sensible existence.

It has not been two hours since they met, but Song Song's good impression in Fang Chenchu's mother's heart has already reached full marks.

This can be withdrawn from all sides.

For example, I kept serving vegetables to Song Song when I was eating, and I felt distressed for a while after seeing her gobble up the food, and I felt distressed for a while, and I touched her head and asked her to come often in the future.

Song Song swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth and nodded, "Then Auntie, I will have to disturb me more in the future." ”

Fang Chenchu's sense of existence today is very low, in fact, his sense of existence is very low every day, but for the first time, it was so low that his mother didn't look at him.

He was already eight minutes full, and now he was very happy to grab the spicy crayfish and eat it directly, which made Song Song on the side amazed.

Song Song lowered his head and rubbed over, and asked in a low voice, "Fatty, how did you manage to peel crayfish without knowing how to get oily?" ”

The person in front of him looked at the crayfish in his hand with envy and longing, Fang Chenchu was not really stupid, and put the peeled crayfish to Song Song's mouth, "Open your mouth." ”

The food was on his lips, Song Song naturally opened his mouth and swallowed the shrimp tail, his tongue inadvertently crossed the tip of Fang Chenchu's index finger, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Song Song didn't expect the fat man to do this, and Fang Chenchu didn't expect her tongue to ......

The two of them sat very close, and Song Song immediately sat up straight away from Fang Chenchu, the flush at the root of his ears deepened, and he covered his head and picked up the rice in the bowl.

Fang Chenchu looked at his fingertips for a moment, quietly fished out a few more crayfish in the bowl, and continued to peel them.

Peel one and eat one by yourself, and peel another one directly in Song Song's bowl, calmly as if nothing had happened.

Song Song looked at the shrimp tail in his bowl and was stunned, not knowing whether to eat it or not, and after a while, another shrimp tail was put in.

The fragrant red oil dripped from the shrimp tail onto the full rice grains, and the hot aroma swirled around the tip of Song Song's nose, causing her saliva to almost drip down.

Every move of the two of them was in the eyes of Fang's mother, who was looking at the little girl in front of her lovingly just now, but now she has turned into doubt and surprise.

My son seems to be only in his first year of junior high school, and he is still young, shouldn't she prevent those things from falling in love?

can see her son's normal appearance, and it seems that she thinks too much, otherwise it will be restrained and unnatural in front of her parents.

Fang's mother muttered in her heart, and finally comforted herself, she still knew her son very well, at most, she regarded her table as a good friend.

But what Fang's mother didn't know was that Fang Chenchu really didn't have any ideas now, but Song Song was different.

Those few shrimp tails just now and today's chocolate have shaken the stagnant water in Song Song's heart, maybe not all men are like Shen Kun, not to mention that it is not the same as before now, isn't it?

She is not a scumbag at the end of the crane in No. 1 Middle School, and she does not have the appearance of a tablemate like Bai Mi and Shen Kun, thinking of this, Song Song has mixed feelings in his heart.

The shrimp in the bowl were stacked higher and higher, and when he saw that he was about to fill the bowl, the small meat claws that kept stopping next to him stopped.

Fang Chenchu looked at the mouthful of oil on Song Song's mouth, and the shrimp tail that was a little cold in the bowl didn't move very well, didn't she really want to eat it?

In the end, Fang's mother couldn't see it anymore and reminded her loudly.

Song Song was still stuck in her own contemplation, and when she looked down, she found that the shrimp tails were all in her bowl, and she didn't have to think about it to know who did it.

Song Song was not honest when he ate, all he thought about was Shen Kun and Fang Chenchu, and it was really miserable to compare them together.

The little fat man couldn't turn over after being beaten and suppressed, and it can be said that there is no comparison at all.

But the balance in Song Song's heart has been going farther and farther on the road of favoring the fat man little by little.

After the meal, Song Song held a plate of fruit in his hand, eating it with relish, and kept chattering beside Fang Chenchu, without the consciousness of interfering with others' learning at all.

But some of the top students still connived at her nonsense.

"Fatty, how many pounds are you?"

Fang Chenchu didn't stop writing his homework, "130." ”

The apple in Song Song's mouth choked, and he slowed down for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief, one hundred and thirteen? Well, it's actually about the same as Shen Kun, Shen Kun is a little more than one hundred and fourteen, so let's do it, it's okay.

Song Song naturally ignored that Shen Kun was a tall man of more than eight years and Fang Chenchu was now a few centimeters shorter than her.

"Fatty, have you been so dark since you were a child?"

Fang Chenchu shook his head, calmly turned over the test paper, and continued to write, "No, but it's about the same, it's not in vain since I can remember." ”

Song Song's heart hurt again, that is, it has always been so black, Shen Kun's skin can't be said to be very white and tender, but it is also smooth and fair among boys, and the high appearance of the school grass in the school back then was not blown in vain.

But...... Black is also a kind of health, and the fat man's physique is better than Shen Kun's at first glance.

"Fatty, you ......"

Fang Chenchu had finished writing a math test paper, and he was finally willing to interrupt Song Song's nonsense, "Why are you asking this?" ”

If Song Song knew, he wouldn't be so entangled.

She didn't know why she wanted to compare the fat man and Shen Kun together, Yin and Yin were not comparable, but she just couldn't turn this corner.