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At noon, Jing Ci went to the cafeteria for dinner with Li Zhou.
They ran a little slower today, and when they arrived at the canteen, there were long lines in front of several windows.
Li Zhou was impatient and couldn’t help it after waiting for a while, and said to Jing Ci, “You wait here first. I will go to the window to see what dishes are available today.”
Jing Ci nodded: “Okay.”
Li Zhou pushed away the people in front of him and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Que’s eyes were sharp, and he saw Jing Ci standing in line at a glance: “Hey, is that Jing Ci? Is he coming to eat by himself?”
Ying Jiao followed his gaze and saw Jing Ci at the end of the line beside him.
He pushed away He Zhou in front of him, and walked over to Jing Ci.
He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng looked at each other, with clear smiles on their faces: “Haha, men.”
“Alone? Go to my place.” Ying Jiao pointed towards He Zhou and the others directions: “You can eat directly.”
Jing Ci shook his head and refused: “No, you can go eat, otherwise Li Zhou can’t find me later.”
“It’s okay, I’ll find someone to help you watch him.”
Jing Ci still shook his head.
“What’s the matter, little classmate,” Ying Jiao chuckles: “Why are you still acting so unfamiliar after holding hands?”
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, “No, it’s not good to jump in the queue.”
Ying Jiao was dumbfounded, this little pervert always has a lot of inexplicable persistence.
For example, no skipping in line and no leftovers.
“That’s okay,” Ying Jiao knew that he couldn’t persuade him, so he stopped doing useless work, and said: “There are so many people in the cafeteria now. There will be no place to sit when you get your meal. So go to my table to eat?”
Jing Ci thought for a while and nodded: “Okay.”
Ying Jiao smiled and walked away.
He Zhou has helped him get his meal, squid rings, potato stewed beef, salt and pepper shrimp, plus a garlic Shanghai green.
He is fat, with short fingers, two dinner plates and two additional bowls of rice, he couldn’t carry all of it away, and stood like a mountain, and blocked the window.
The students in the back were angry but didn’t dare to speak, so they could only secretly pray in their hearts that he would finish things soon.
Ying Jiao stretched out his long hand, and easily passed He Zhou, and picked up the dinner plate: “Let’s go.”
The dining table for the provincial experiment is generally a four-person table, with only a few large round tables placed at the end of the canteen.
There were four of them, so it was fine sitting at a small table. He Zhou was about to sit down nearby, when he saw that Ying Jiao didn’t stop, he walked straight to the big table behind.
“Brother Jiao, why?” He looked at Zheng Que.
Zheng Que was also dumbfounded.
Only Peng Chengcheng glanced back at Jing Ci, who was still in line, and followed him first.
The auntie in the canteen had already practiced the speed of cooking, and soon Jing Ci and Li Zhou walked out of the crowd with their plates.
Jing Ci ordered a bibimbap, and Li Zhou ordered a chicken chop rice with two additional braised chicken legs.
(T/n: I searched up Bibimbap and I’m just left speechless, why does it look so good???)
“Fuck, there are so many people, there is no place to sit.” Li Zhou stood in the aisle with a sad face: “What is going on? Is it possible that we still have to stand and eat?”
Just as Jing Ci wanted to speak, he raised his eyes to see that Ying Jiao stood lazily behind and waved at him.
He hesitated, then turned to Li Zhou and said, “Let’s go there.”
Li Zhou glanced in the direction he was pointing, and almost accidentally knocked over his dinner plate. He just wanted to ask if he was okay with daring to fight with Ying Jiao.
He saw Ying Jiao pressing his phone while walking towards them: “Why is it so slow?”
Jing Ci said: “There are a lot of people.” Following Ying Jiao, he walked all the way to the big round table behind.
Li Zhou followed ignorantly.
There was a mess in his mind. For a while, he wondered when Jing Ci’s relationship with Ying Jiao became so good, and then he trembled again thinking that it might be a conspiracy.
The school bully shouldn’t be eating with them, he should be putting their dinner plate on the top of their heads.
He still didn’t wake up when he walked to the table. He aimed for a seat and wanted to sit down.
However, he hadn’t touched the stool yet when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and raised his eyes to see that Ying Jiao was standing next to him, smiling at him.
Li Zhou tilted his hand holding the plate, and the chicken legs on the plate almost fell off. He panicked and grabbed the plate tightly, found a place farthest from Ying Jiao and sat down.
Jing Ci wanted to follow him, but Ying Jiao took his dinner plate in his hand: “Where to go? Sit down.”
Jing Ci couldn’t win, so he had to sit next to Ying Jiao.
He Zhou saw everything in his eyes, lifting his eyebrows and sending WeChat to Peng Chengcheng under the table——
[Uncle He]: F*ck, Brother Jiao is really scheming, did you see his little moves?
[Uncle He]: Do you remember what he said before? “Just kidding, Jing Ci is a perverted thing, dad won’t look at him.” Now I want to know if his face hurts.
[Peng Chengcheng]: Does he have any face?
[Uncle He]: Hahahahahahahaha you’re still the same old peng!
[Uncle He]: By the way, I think Jing Ci doesn’t seem interested in him anymore, but my humble brother is lonely and cold every day and is actively making fun of others.
[Peng Chengcheng]: Jing Ci: Troubling to refuse
(T/n: 骚- trouble/flirty, 拒- refuse/decline. I am not sure if this is what Peng was trying to say.)
He Zhou just put a spoonful of rice into his mouth, and when he saw Peng Chengcheng’s words, he spat out a mouthful.
Zheng Que was next to him and was almost affected.
“Your uncle He Zhou!” He lifted the plate high and looked at He Zhou disgustingly: “You laughed while eating!”
He Zhou finally swallowed his meal and grabbed Zheng Que’s hand: “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, let me show you something.”
He bowed his head, copied the chat history between himself and Peng Chengcheng, and sent it to Zheng Que.
“Puff—” Zheng Que didn’t hold back his laugh, and suddenly laughed out of breath. For a while, his quack-like laughter echoed in the entire cafeteria.
Ying Jiao glanced at them coldly: “Get out if you can’t eat.”
They closed their mouths tightly in an instant, and they didn’t dare to be presumptuous anymore.
Among the people at the table, Jing Ci mostly eats vegetarian food. It’s not that he is reluctant to buy meat dishes. Although the relationship between the original owner’s parents is not very good, the monthly living expenses are still sufficient.
It’s just that Jing Ci’s environment suddenly changed, and he didn’t have much of an appetite.
He raised the spoon, mixed the egg on the rice, and started a little bit of bibimbap in a clockwise direction.
Ying Jiao glanced at his bowl and raised his eyebrows: “You only eat this?”
If you eat so little in the morning and eat so little at noon, does this little pervert have a little bird’s stomach?
Jing Ci nodded: “Well, this bibimbap sauce is delicious.”
“Really?” Ying Jiao smiled and looked at Jing Ci: “Give me a taste?”
Jing Ci is not a stingy person, let alone sharing a bit of sauce. The stone pot was a little hot, so he didn’t dare to touch it with his hands, so he leaned his body and signaled Ying Jiao.
Ying Jiao deliberately dug some sauce from his bowl, and pushed his plate in front of Jing Ci: “Come and taste mine.”
Jing Ci shook his head: “No need.”
“It’s okay, take a few bites.” Ying Jiao threw the pot on He Zhou’s head, and ruthlessly and unjustly said: “I can’t finish so much, He Zhou gave me too much.”
He Zhou: “…”
He Zhou glanced at him with difficulty.
There are many problems with Ying Jiao. At least four dishes are required when eating, and an extra soup is required. When did he give too much? ! Isn’t it just according to his usual amount? !
Jing Ci declined, but finally picked a few shrimps from Ying Jiao’s dinner plate.
He Zhou secretly send a WeChat under the table——
[Uncle He]: Old Peng, how would he react if I told brother Jiao to give me the dishes he couldn’t eat?
He originally wanted to send a private chat, but accidentally sent it to their small group chat.
He Zhou didn’t notice, and while eating, he peeked at the phone and waited for a reply.
Coincidentally, the two had just chatted privately, and Peng Chengcheng didn’t look carefully, nor did he notice that this was not a private chat, but a group chat.
[Peng Chengcheng]: Do you want to die?
[Uncle He]: No, don’t you think he is like a peacock showing his feathers? I can’t stand him anymore!
[Peng Chengcheng]: Hasn’t he always been like this?
[Uncle He]: Hahahahahaha, you are a sensible person.
Ying Jiao glanced at his phone while eating, saw the new message, suddenly laughed, and freed his hand to type quickly——
The spoons of He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng clanged on the plate.
“Fuck, fuck!” He Zhou was sweating from fear, and he hurriedly wanted to withdraw the message, but it had timed out and couldn’t withdraw it.
“You fool,” Peng Cheng was about to pee, and shouted at He Zhou: “Didn’t you know that it was the group chat?”
“Dead dead…” He Zhou burst into tears.
Jing Ci didn’t know what was going on. He looked at Ying Jiao and He Zhou, with a baffling expression on his face.
Ying Jiao looked at He Zhou with a smile: “Do you want me to hold a funeral for you?”
“No need.” He Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his head to eat in a weird manner, never daring to be a demon again.
After lunch, Jing Ci and Li Zhou returned to the classroom, while Ying Jiao went to the toilet to smoke.
“Hey, Brother Jiao,” He Zhou glanced around, and leaned in front of Ying Jiao: “What do you plan to do with your family?”
Ying Jiao bit his cigarette holder and said indifferently: “Take a tooth for a tooth.”
He Zhou thought for a moment, and instantly understood, he laughed loudly: “When he takes the 211-test, his tail is going to be up to the sky, and those who don’t know, think he is going to be the provincial champion. If this incident was known to his classmates and teachers, what should he do!”
Peng Chengcheng spit out a smoke ring, a bit of ruthlessness appeared on his expressionless face: “Should I break his leg?”
“Old Peng, don’t be so violent. What do you do besides beating others all day long?” He Zhou covered his mouth and smiled sinisterly: “Let’s not beat him so as not to cause trouble to Brother Jiao. What good is physical pain? I have to make him hurt from the heart!”
Zheng Que glanced at his plump face and gave a thumbs up: “My fat brother is so ruthless.”
“Zheng Que-your uncle!” He Zhou jumped up and came over to Zheng Qu: “Why don’t you try to call me fat brother again?”
The two immediately started fighting in the toilet.
Ying Jiao finished smoking a cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt out on the concrete platform, let out a sigh of relief, and said to them: “Let’s go.”
He Zhou and Zheng Que were pulled out of the bathroom.
Several people swayed all the way to the door of Class 7 and when they entered the door, Ying Jiao’s footsteps suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head and glanced at his collar, then slowly turned half of his collar inside.
His movements were concealed and fast. Zheng Que didn’t see it. After Zheng Que saw this, he kindly reminded him: “Brother Jiao, the collar of your clothes is tucked inside.”
He Zhou had seen Ying Jiao’s little action long ago, and because of the lesson at noon, he rolled his eyes secretly and didn’t say a word. He didn’t expect to be called out by the second fool, Zheng Que.
He dragged Zheng Que and walked in: “Go, brother Jiao’s collar is none of your business!”
Zheng Que is a straight steel man with a very low desire to survive. He doesn’t want to receive any gruel at all. He yells nonchalantly: “Old He, what do you mean? Why doesn’t it matter to me? Everyone is brothers. Let me remind you…”
His voice was loud and penetrating, and when his voice fell, half of the class looked up.
Ying Jiao smiled and turned to him: “Can you shut up for brother?”
Zheng Que’s voice stopped abruptly, and he nodded in a daze.
“Old Zheng, you can have a snack.” He Zhou sighed and pushed him back to his seat with pity.
Jing Ci was reading an Olympic Mathematics book in his seat, which he entrusted Li Zhou to take from outside the other day.
As long as he touched mathematics, he wouldn’t notice anything even if there was an earthquake outside, so he didn’t notice that his deskmate came back, and he was preparing to do something provocative.
“What are you reading?” Ying Jiao leaned over and said.
Jing Ci didn’t look up, only nodded as a response.
Ying Jiao failed to achieve his goal, his eyes rolled, his slender index finger was placed on Jing Ci’s forehead, and he lifted it up: “Being so close, beware of myopia.”
At this moment, Jing Ci completely woke up from the world in the book.
He tilted his head away from Ying Jiao’s hand, just about to say that it was okay, his eyes fell on his collar, and there was a sudden pause.
Ying Jiao noticed his expression and curled his lips slightly, and shamelessly and awe-inspiringly said: “I just wanted to remind you, you can keep reading, I won’t disturb you.”
However, Jing Ci couldn’t at all.
His half-tucked collar was all in his head.
He kept reminding himself in his heart that cleanliness and untidiness are the freedom of others, and he should not be nosy.
However, the asymmetrical collar kept dangling in his mind, even if he tried to paralyze himself with math.
He endured and endured, and after he couldn’t hold back, he turned towards Ying Jiao.
Ying Jiao watched him frown, tangled, and hesitate. He smiled in his heart. On the surface, he pretended to be like an okay person: “What’s the matter?”
“Your collar,” Jing Ci pointed to his neck: “It’s stuffed inside.”
“Huh?” Ying Jiao pretended to be surprised, and raised his hand towards his collar: “Is alright?”
Jing Ci looked at the collar that was getting messed up by him, and shook his head: “It’s not over there, it’s the other side. Just turn the collar out.”
Ying Jiao nodded, and did it a few more times: “Now?”
“No,” Jing Ci finally couldn’t stand it anymore, and reached out to turn the collar out for him, and then carefully straightened it again.
Ying Jiao lowered his eyes as he looked at him seriously preparing his clothes, and the corners of his mouth became higher and higher.
Behind them, He Zhou pointed at them with a toothache, and said to Zheng Que: “Did you see it? Do you know where you were wrong?”
Zheng Que: “…”
Zheng Que was stunned as he watched Ying Jiao scheme against Jing Ci to arrange his clothes for him. After a long time, he came back to his senses in a daze.
“The dog sits at home, the food comes from the sky, and is still my arrogant brother.”
The author has something to say:
Ying Jiao: look at my collar, it’s always naughty and disobedient
Zheng Que: What’s wrong with me?! Did I ruin it for my brother?! I’m a miserable man…