Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Snail's Heart Is Old
Students poured out of the school building and filled the empty playground one after another. The sound of the radio in the air stopped, like the chirping of cicadas that suddenly died out on an autumn day, and suddenly it was eerily quiet. The scattered crowd gradually found the line, and formed a long row, a large area of black pressure.
On the podium, the dean of education was holding the microphone and was auditioning, and the indefinite "hey", "hey", "hey" echoed in the campus.
The morning meeting is the same every Monday.
Wear clothes you don't like every week.
The difference is that there is no need to ask students to speak under the national flag today, so there are only a few less dismissive people in the crowd, and those who can speak are naturally good learners. Therefore, the impatient people are still complaining, and they can clearly hear some students shouting, "Annoying! Feed for a long time and don't say anything. ”
It didn't make any difference to the dean, so there was no shortage of restless voices in the ranks.
After clearing his throat, the dean pointed to a few loud areas below, scolded a few words, and then began to talk about today.
"Students, what you have seen and heard during this time is just a vicious consumption of profit-makers. So there's no such thing as 'the cafeteria food doesn't smell salty' that you have been flooded with in the principal's suggestion box. ”
The dean paused for a moment and continued, "As for what you said about the lack of salt at home, the school can't take care of every student because of the problem of whether the excess salt in the canteen is sold or not, so we can only ensure that the meals in the canteen are salted. ”
"Of course, I believe that this matter will be resolved soon, so please don't be distracted and focus on your studies. Especially for students who are about to take the college entrance examination. ”
Jiang Che stood in the team, his gaze fixed on the teaching director's somewhat pale sideburns. I used to hear someone ask you which teacher you hated the most in school, and it would always be the dean of students who came back.
Because there are too many tubes.
Boys smoke, drink, fight, skip class, and go over the wall. Girls dye their hair, perm, pierce their ears with jewelry, and the super friendship distance between boys and girls on campus. Is it that all the thankless things are in his hands, so should he be the one who is not liked?
So...... Who has good intentions and who has bad intentions?
It's like a spell, from elementary school to junior high school, and now high school.
Chen Pan turned his head to look at Jiang Che, and at a distance of less than two meters, the boy's resolute side face was extremely sharp by the sun, and under his thick eyebrows was a shadow that the sun could not see.
She turned her head and looked at the dean who was still on the podium, not noticing the dean who was splashing in the sunlight, and even the dean who was still talking with spit on the microphone, while the people below were smiling maliciously.
She can't figure out what other people think, and naturally she doesn't understand what she looks like in other people's worlds. is like the youth I always saw in TV dramas before, full of contradictions and love everywhere. Everything in that world seems to exist for the hero and heroine, from acquaintance and love, everything is beautiful. And what about the world she is in at this moment? But it's so prosaic.
There is no dangerous plot at a moment's notice, and there are no sweet and heartwarming moments. If the male protagonist is handsome and the heroine is beautiful, then she must be an inconspicuous girl, because some of her are only less than two meters away, and some can only be closer to him than others.
She stood by in peace, not changing for a moment.
Maybe it's not nothing, it's just that I can't see it, or maybe it's not a good thing to think about turning around and standing with a serious face! Chen Pan narrowed his eyes, thinking about such a picture, and laughed maliciously. In fact, it is not bad to be a bad person and bully people occasionally.
She has always been good at blackening good things in her heart, and then being content to be a wicked person, and this mind has not changed, but there is no opportunity for her to implement it.
……
The weather after the warmer is much more loved, after all, no one will like the weather when it's cold and you don't even want to stretch out your hands. There are five windows on the first floor of the cafeteria, and there are many people lined up at the moment, and there are also several windows on the second floor, but most students are reluctant to go to the second floor. Some say that the food is not as delicious as the first floor, and some say that the cuisine is relatively small, in short, it is not good.
Jiang Che stood in the queue and sighed as he looked at the long line. Because the last class is delayed, the queue in the cafeteria is extremely long. He glanced back at Luo Yuqing and smiled absently when he saw her.
Jiang Che retracted his gaze and followed the team slowly like a snail.
Luo Yuqing stood outside the team, and in the team was Jiang Che who was for her. In order to maintain discipline, the school stipulates that each person can eat a maximum of two meals.
Surrounded by a crowd of people flowing back and forth, the people who had cooked the meal came out of the line with a sigh of relief, the clothes soaked on their backs were a little conspicuous, and they wiped their sweat with tissues after finding their seats.
The blue-and-white tables were full of people, and several cafeteria employees were cleaning up the things left on the table after eating, most of which were unpopular chili peppers and ginger slices.
Standing from Luo Yuqing's angle, she could clearly see Jiang Che holding two meal cards, and then quickly swiped twice on one of them, and walked towards her with two meals.
The wiped table was soon filled again.
"She's not with you?"
"Nope."
"Am I getting in the way?"
"Nothing."
Chen Pan let out an "oh", lowered his head and took a big bite of rice, listening to a "hmm" from the other side. It was a flat voice, so I didn't hear anything else.
Maybe it doesn't mean anything else, it's just that I'm thinking too much. In fact, even if it has other meanings, what does it have to do with yourself? You can't ask someone not to do anything.
Jiang Che looked at Luo Yuqing, a small pale scalp was exposed on the top of her head, which looked like there were two hair whirls on the top of her head. Didn't explain about eating.
After eating quietly for a while, when she was about to finish eating, Luo Yuqing thought for a while and said, "Is there no salt at your house?" ”
"One more thing, your house is gone?" Jiang Che, who had just come back from a bowl of rice, sat down again.
Luo Yuqing looked at Jiang Che and slowly swallowed the rice. The light coming through the window has an astonishing heat, and you can feel it even through the glass window. It seems that summer is approaching, and you can always feel a breath of sorrow these days.
So, should she ask if it was there in the first place, or was it just there? Still pretending to be confused, thinking that he also had such care.
"Yes, you've been eating a lot lately!" In the end, she changed the subject as if she had no reason to do so.
Jiang Che smiled, took out the meal card by the way when he took the tissue, and handed one of them to Luo Yuqing. Luo Yuqing took it, it was a meal card with a yellow bear pattern, and it was also the meal card that had not been swiped.