Chapter 12 Self-cultivation of licking dogs
In the military training the next day, Deng Xuefeng, the acting squad leader, took advantage of the intermission, gritted his teeth, and took advantage of the big guy's inattention, and touched the fruit stall next to the canteen alone, swiped his meal card, and bought two big watermelons in one go.
"Yo, treat the squad leader to eat watermelon? Is this the sun coming out of the west today? β
Seeing Deng Xuefeng coming over with two big watermelons, everyone thought that Deng Xuefeng was enlightened today, and he was so generous.
Unexpectedly, Deng Xuefeng completely ignored He Jing and the others, didn't even look at the people in his class, and ran directly towards the square team of the 2nd class of the Folk Dance of the Music Department opposite with a watermelon.
"Song, Song Eun-yeon!"
Song Eun-yeon was sitting cross-legged on the lawn at this time chatting with her roommates and classmates, when she saw a tanned figure carrying two large bags suddenly rushing over, and she was almost startled.
"Thank you yesterday for inviting the people in our class to eat watermelon, these are my ..........."
"Hey! What are you doing?! β
Without waiting for Deng Xuefeng to finish speaking, the chief instructor next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed at Deng Xuefeng and scolded:
"Once or twice once in a while, it's over?!"
"Are you here for military training or for vacation?"
"It's only been four hours of training, can't you endure this bit of hardship?"
"After the training is disbanded, I don't care if you want to eat all the watermelon stalls in our school, but in the future, during the military training, everyone is not allowed to leave the playground if they have no physical health problems!"
"Also, it's okay for each team to go to the door casually!"
Deng Xuefeng was still waiting to take this opportunity to talk to Song Enyan, but he didn't expect the chief instructor to suddenly attack, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.
Song Enyan was originally staying here, but because of this Deng Xuefeng, she was scolded by the chief instructor for some reason, and she was very unhappy.
"Damn! I didn't ask him to buy it! β
Song Enyan muttered in a low voice, raised her head, glanced at Deng Xuefeng, who was covered with greasy bangs, frowned, and said coldly:
"Take it back, don't come back again."
When Deng Xuefeng heard this, his heart was cold.
He finally found a chance to talk to Song Enyan, and today he endured the pain and hemorrhage, thinking that he could rely on this wave of watermelon diplomacy to brush up on Song Enyan's heart little by little, and he was about to do it, but he was suddenly interrupted by external forces, how could he be willing in his heart?
Deng Xuefeng gritted his teeth, directly put the watermelon in his hand on the grass in front of Song Enyan, turned around and ran.
Looking at Deng Xuefeng's embarrassed back, several girls in the second class of national dance laughed directly.
"Hahaha, Eun-yeon, this boy seems to be fascinated by you, right?"
"No, are all boys so naΓ―ve nowadays? Chasing beauties depends on sending watermelons? Hahaha.........."
"Hey, don't say it, I remember when I was in high school, there was a guy in the class chasing me, guess how he did it?"
"How? Speak up, talk fast! β
"Haha, he actually went to the school commissary to buy a bottle of Sprite, and then stuffed it into my desk drawer while I was away, and then attached a note saying that he liked me and asked me to be his girlfriend, hahaha almost embarrassed me!"
"Holy! Isn't it, how embarrassed is he? I'm embarrassed to listen to! β
"I guess it's from the countryside, hey, Eun-yeon, you say........... What kind of technical class leader, will he also go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of Sprite for three yuan in two days, and then stop you when he disbands, take the Sprite and confess to you? β
"Hahahaha, help! It's funny to think about! β
Song Enyan was just scolded by the chief instructor because Deng Xuefeng was innocent, and she was in a bad mood, but now she was joked by a group of girls in the class, just joking, and she was joking with Deng Xuefeng's kind of goods, and the first beauty in the music department suddenly became angry.
"Damn! Stop it! β
As she spoke, Song Eun-yeon glanced at the team of the software technology class opposite.
"I really beg him not to come again, he is not ashamed, I still want to be embarrassed!"
From middle school to the present, anyone who has the confidence to chase Song Enyan is either rich and powerful in the family, or handsome and handsome, from the son of a high-ranking cadre to the captain of the school basketball team, she has never seen Deng Xuefeng so frustrated.
Being pursued by this kind of person, Song Enyan only felt uncomfortable, to be honest, if it weren't for permission, she wouldn't have looked at this Deng Xuefeng at all.
"Hey, these two watermelons, which one of you wants?"
Song Eunyan looked at the two big watermelons in the bag on the ground, turned her head and asked.
"No, this watermelon can't be cut, how can people eat it?"
Several girls said in disgust:
"That boy is so stupid, will he die if he asks the melon stall owner to help cut it? Do you still want to chase the little girl? β
"Forget it, Enyan, since someone specially sent it to you, why don't you take it back to the dormitory to eat later."
"Damn, I don't want it, I'm dead!"
Song Eun-yeon tried to carry the two watermelons.
"I don't want to carry these two things back to the dorm! My dorm room is on the third floor! β
"If you don't want it, I'll throw it away at the end of the military training later!"
Hearing this, Huang Xiangyun, Song Enyan's roommate next to him, couldn't sit still, and said softly:
"Eun-yeon, isn't it a waste like this?"
"If you're too heavy, I'll carry it back with you later, and it shouldn't be much if the two of you share it."
Song Eunyan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Huang Xiangyun.
"How much are two watermelons worth? Are you short of this money? β
"Of course I'm not short of money."
Huang Xiangyun said calmly:
"But no matter how much money you have, you shouldn't just waste fruits and grain."
"Hmph, of course I won't waste food casually, but what is the value of this kind of thing sent by a man?"
Song Eun-yeon snorted and said:
"You're so diligent and thrifty, then you can bring it back later, I can't carry it anyway."
After speaking, Song Enyan also threw a look at the other two roommates, Liu Jie and Zhang Siqi, who danced with her that day, and the meaning was also obvious, that is, to warn the two not to help Huang Xiangyun carry watermelons after they disbanded later.
Liu Jie and Zhang Siqi looked at each other, and finally nodded.
In this way, before classes officially began, a small group in a girls' dormitory had already begun to form.
"If no one wants it, I'll take it later."
Zhao Jiayu, an instructor who had been enjoying the shade next to her and did not participate in the students' chat, opened her mouth for the first time, she walked over and carried a bag of watermelons under the tree next to her.
This is the reason why she doesn't like to participate in the topics of these students, as the daughter of Zhao Donglai's family in Hangzhou, Zhao Jiayu is the daughter of a high-ranking cadre, and the tutor she has received since she was a child is very good.
In fact, she also wanted to integrate into the students at the beginning and get closer to the students, but after listening to the chats of these little girls, she was a little dumbfounded.
These good-looking, glamorous little girls in the music department, when they weren't very familiar with each other at first, they just talked about Korean dramas, favorite stars or something, but later, they began to talk about how expensive the gifts from their boyfriends were, what did their parents do, who was the richest in the class in high school, who took the best car when going to and from class, and then how the richest boy tried to chase her and the like, anyway, all kinds of vain comparisons, Zhao Jiayu on the side frowned.
She didn't understand, why are children like this now?
Song Enyan didn't have much of a good impression of Zhao Jiayu, the instructors of other classes, at least during the break, talked and laughed with the students, just this Zhao Jiayu held a cold shelf, and he was also very strict during training.
She glanced across again, and at a glance she found permission in the crowd, and her fair and beautiful face was easily recognizable among the tanned boys.
"Humph!"
Thinking of the eyes that allowed her to completely ignore herself and treat herself as air yesterday, Song Eunyan couldn't help but grit her teeth.
For Deng Xuefeng's kind of goods, she didn't bother to waste time and energy at all, she really hoped that the person who just ran over to deliver the watermelon was a permit, and in front of so many people, let the permission roll with his watermelon, so that it would be enough to relieve her anger!
On the other side, after Deng Xuefeng ran back to the square team of his class, the people in the class also coaxed.
"Yo yo yo, Deng Xuefeng is out of luck! Directly attack Song Eun-yeon? β
"Damn, you can, I really don't shoot, I don't shoot ordinarily!"
"Deng Xuefeng, I heard.......... Last night, but there was a rich and handsome man from the management department who went downstairs to her dormitory to deliver food to her, really, I saw that man, tall and handsome, are you sure to kill him? β
"Go, go, go! Don't talk nonsense! β
Deng Xuefeng blushed and stammered:
"I'm just out of politeness, someone invited us to eat watermelon yesterday, and as the squad leader, shouldn't I go back?"
"Cut, you can pull it down, you dare to say that you don't have any thoughts about Song Eun-yeon?!"
There were people next to him who didn't believe it, and Deng Xuefeng didn't want to defend anything, he brushed the greasy bangs on his forehead, looked at Song Enyan on the other side secretly, looked at her exquisite face, recalled the few pitiful words she had said to herself in the past few days, recalled her sweet and pleasant voice, the smile on the corner of her mouth, and the charming fragrance on her body, Deng Xuefeng muttered:
"You don't understand."
"No one can match her."
"Damn! I'm going to throw up. β
He Jing was a little uncomfortable by Deng Xuefeng's appearance, and was about to find permission to complain, but when he turned his head, he found that the permission was not beside him, and after looking around, he found that the permission ran to the back and chatted with a girl.
"Huh? You also love to eat rice noodles in Yunnan? β
Xiong Er sat on the ground with his knees crossed, and his eyes were wide open.
"Well, what's so strange about that?"
Permission laughed:
"There is not much difference in the eating habits in Yunnan, Guichuan and Sichuan, but there are many ethnic minorities over there, and there are many other characteristics, by the way, have you ever eaten Dai Wei?"
"I will have the opportunity to come to Kunming to play in the future, I will invite you to eat."
After a period of getting along before, the introverted Xiong Er is no longer so nervous when chatting with the permit, and she found that the permission makes her actually quite easy-going, and it is easy to talk, and the two can talk quite well, and from time to time they will show a faint smile.
He Jing originally wanted to shout for permission, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xiong Er's smile.
"! Huh! Lao Cao, Lao Cao! Look! β
He Jing pulled Cao Mingzhi next to him, and pointed to Xiong Er, who was chatting with Xu Xu in the back row.
"Isn't that who, just that girl named Xiong Er?"
"Well, I guess it's wrong?"
"Walk away! So there are such beautiful girls in our class?! β