When she turned around, she saw Nan Huaicheng sitting on the courtyard wall separated by a wall, dangling her long legs indulgently and uninhibitedly, and she was not afraid of the glass ballast on it piercing her ass!

Nan Huaicheng saw Ye Fanxing turn around, jumped down from the courtyard wall, put his hands in his pockets, and staggered over.

"Your brother talks a lot of nonsense!" Nan Huaicheng was very dissatisfied: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

Although Ye Fanxing's stomach didn't hurt as badly last night, he didn't want to stand all the time to blow the wind, so he asked Nan Huaicheng with a small brow: "What are you waiting for me for?" ”

Nan Huaicheng was not angry: "I don't have something for you yet!" ”

He took out his hands in his trouser pockets at the same time, and in each palm was a white, round egg.

Seeing that Ye Fanxing was indifferent, Nan Huaicheng anxiously sent the egg to Ye Fanxing's hand: "Hurry up and take it, it's burning the master!" ”

Ye Fanxing: "??? ”

When the egg was forcibly stuffed into her palm by Nan Huaicheng, Ye Fanxing realized that Nan Huaicheng was not lying.

These two eggs are indeed quite hot!

But the two eggs that were so hot were actually put in the trouser pocket by Nan Huaicheng just now????

This abusive male protagonist, the original author's mother's mother, who has "three points of coldness, three points of ridicule, and four points of carelessness", actually did such a thing???

Nan Huaicheng looked at Ye Fanxing's fool-like eyes, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red, and he was so angry and furious, "What are you looking at?" It's not because you listen to what your grandfather says, you have to eat more hot food...... Otherwise, would I go out with such hot eggs? ”

In order to keep the eggs hot, he rushed all the way to school.

If Ye Mingyan's kid is long-winded a few more words, the roots of his thighs will be scalded!

Ye Fanxing: "......"

She looked down at the two eggs in her hands, and then at Nanhuai Cheng, who was thunderous in front of her but couldn't hide her blushing face, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Nan Huaicheng was even more angry, leaving a sentence of "laughing P, laughing", and jumped up the courtyard wall and fled.

Ye Fanxing entered the classroom with two hot eggs.

Lu Wanqing saw her smile with crooked eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at her more, but she didn't expect Ye Fanxing to send an egg to her as soon as she sat down: "Wanqing, do you want to eat eggs?" ”

Lu Wanqing was startled, and only after a slow pat did she turn her face away and refuse: "Take it away, I won't eat it!" ”

Ye Fanxing had no choice but to withdraw his hand: "Okay then." ”

Until the afternoon, Ye Fanxing's stomach faintly showed signs of colic again, just as the bell rang for the end of class, Ye Fanxing helplessly covered his stomach and lay on the table in pain.

I was lying on my stomach and felt the table shake a little.

In this era, the hardware facilities of the school were not good, and the desks were all nailed with thin wooden boards and nails, and two or three people shared them. The floor of the classroom was pitted, and if someone moved it slightly, the desk would sway several times.

Ye Fanxing knew that it was Lu Wanqing who left the classroom and went out, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to lie on his stomach with his stomach.

After a while, there was suddenly heat next to her arm, and Lu Wanqing's cold voice came from above her head: "I gave you boiling water, do you want to drink it?" ”

Ye Fanxing looked up in surprise and saw a steaming water bottle next to her arm.

In this era, of course, it is not like the era in which Ye Fanxing lived, when children went to school, they all had thermos cups, and water dispensers could be seen everywhere in the school, and there was hot water to drink at any time.

The bottles that everyone brings to school to drink water are varied, and most of them are worthless enamel cups. It is rare for someone like Lu Wanqing to use a canned bottle as a water cup.