Chapter 51: There is a soul and a story, and it needs to be offered

Zhao Peng's face flushed, and he hurriedly hit the desk and covered Fu Monian's mouth.

Everyone else felt pain when they looked at it, and at the same time, they were also very distressed about the books that were knocked down.

He Yu didn't say a word, picked up the book, put it back in its place, and put it in place.

Zhao Peng gritted his teeth and slowly let go, only hoping that Fu Monian would not be like that just now.

"For you."

Yu Huanxi appeared to break the deadlock.

Song Chengyu's ridicule will never be absent, "If it were me, I would definitely be reluctant to drink." ”

Lu Feng turned Song Chengyu with his elbow, this girl will die if she doesn't speak, right?

As before, it's blueberry flavored.

Fu Mo Nian glanced at it casually, and Qingjun's eyes were a little far-reaching, "Reason." ”

"I apologize to you, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you." Yu Huanxi stood up straight, his gaze unconsciously lowered and fell on his toes.

(This place is not a good place to stay for long!) )

Zhao Peng, who was on the side, carefully moved his steps to keep a distance from them, and after a glance, he simply picked up the book with He Yu.

Fu Monian raised his hand, "I didn't take it to heart, you don't have to apologize to me." ”

Is he asking her to take the yogurt away?

Yu Huanxi puffed up, "What is sent out is the water that is spilled, and there is no reason to take it back!" If you don't want to drink it, just throw it in the trash. ”

The yogurt throws a perfect parabola in the air and falls accurately into the trash can with a thud.

Fu Monian smiled apologetically, "Classmate Yu, it's better for us to keep our distance." ”

Even if she has gas, it is the gas she found for herself.

Yu Huanxi took a deep breath, "Don't worry, I will keep my distance from you." ”

The two parted unhappily, Song Chengyu silently walked to the trash can and glanced inside, confirming that there was indeed blueberry-flavored yogurt in it, and he believed that it was not an illusion.

"Why don't you pick it up?" Lu Feng whispered.

Song Chengyu glanced at him, "Rummaging through the trash can in front of the whole class, where do you put my face?" ”

When it was time for lunch, everyone went to the cafeteria.

Lu Feng insisted on pulling Song Chengyu to stay in the classroom, "Now that there is no one, you quickly pick it up." ”

Song Chengyu looked puzzled, "Fu Monian doesn't want something, why do you have to let me pick it up?" And you have your own hands, why are you directing me? ”

Lu Feng took it for granted, "I have a habit of cleanliness." ”

The corners of Song Chengyu's mouth twitched, he had no cleanliness addiction and wanted to listen to someone to rummage through the trash can?

Go to the special god logic.

"Hurry up!" The road wind always pays attention to the front and back doors of the classroom.

Song Chengyu reluctantly buried his head in the trash can, which contained waste paper balls, snack bags, and even spilled soy milk that had not been drunk, and it was disgusting to mess together.

Song Chengyu had already greeted Lu Feng's eighteenth generation ancestor in his heart.

"Take it!"

Song Chengyu didn't say a word, and smashed the yogurt into Lu Feng's arms.

Lu Feng was unexpected, and wanted to throw it back, but when he heard the footsteps, he hurriedly stuffed his clothes inside.

"Why didn't you go to dinner?" Fu Mo Nian walked into the classroom with a light breeze.

Lu Feng casually pointed to a math workbook on the table, "Cheng Yu and I have a problem to discuss, and we will eat it after the discussion." ”

Fu Mo Nian was skeptical.

Song Chengyu put his dirty hands behind him, and hummed obediently along the road wind.

There are obvious signs of turning over in the trash can.

Fu Mo Nian's far-reaching eyes swept lightly, and finally fixed on Song Chengyu and Lu Feng.

"Give it to me."

"Give what?"

"I'm curious, too."

The two tacitly pretended to be confused.

Fu Monian's thin lips lifted slightly, and he said slowly: "There is a soul and a story, and I need to provide something." ”