Although Dongchuan Middle School has its own cafeteria for students to eat at noon, not all students will choose to eat in the cafeteria. After all, the "black cafeteria" is the traditional culture of all schools in China. It is just outside the gate of Dongchuan Middle School
, on that small street, there are some restaurants that have been converted from private houses. If you go a little further, turn out of this small street and onto another road, there will be more restaurants for students to choose from.
The school does not force students to eat in the cafeteria, and this middle school does not adopt closed management.
So at noon, many students will choose to go out of the campus and go to various small restaurants nearby to eat.
Eat a bowl of noodles and a bowl of vermicelli sparingly, and order two stir-fried dishes generously.
Song Jiajia frowned and stared at the bowl of snail noodles in front of her, unable to hold up her chopsticks for a long time.
Hu Lai, who was sitting opposite him, was immersed in the big bowl and was eating happily. He was slurping noodles and snoring. He was the only one in this restaurant who ate the most delicious food.
Already.
"Hey, Hu Lai, I'm treating you to lunch today. Can we not eat snail noodles?"
"Why? The snail noodles are so delicious!" Hu Lai took the time to look up and replied.
"But when I smell this smell, I can only think that you are eating shit. Listening to the sound of you sucking, you are still eating thin shit..." After Song Jiajia said this, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, as if there were two murders.
His eyes shot over from behind the kitchen counter.
When Hu Lai heard this, he stopped using his chopsticks, pulled up the front of his school uniform, brought it to his nose and smelled it, then nodded and agreed with Song Jiajia's description: "It does smell like shit."
Song Jiajia felt that the gaze on the back of his neck was a little colder. He quickly lowered his head and held his breath to eat the snail noodles.
He was afraid that if he didn't eat, the chef's knife would be placed on his neck.
But don’t mention it, it smells like shit, but tastes delicious... This made Song Jiajia fall into a philosophical thinking: when shit smells like chocolate, it also tastes like chocolate.
, is it chocolate or shit? If it is chocolate, but it is obviously shit, if it is shit, what is the difference between it and chocolate?
Song Jiajia thought this while eating, letting his mind empty out, perhaps so that he could not care so much about the smell lingering on the tip of his nose...
After quickly finishing her noodles, Song Jiajia walked out of the snail noodle shop and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he pulled up the collar of his school uniform, went up to it, smelled it, and said disgustedly: "Damn, my clothes are also stained with this shit smell..."
After he finished speaking, he took off his school uniform and shook it, as if this could shake off the smell.
"I still don't understand, why do you insist on eating snail noodles today?"
Hu Lai hummed: "Of course it's useful!"
"What's the use? Are you going to kill Li Zhiqun? Although turning yourself into shit will make others afraid to step on you, but you are also shit yourself..."
"What nonsense are you talking about, fat man." Hu Lai rolled his eyes at Song Jiajia, then staggered towards the gate of Dongchuan Middle School.
Some students who have finished eating are also walking back to school. Of course, there are more people still wandering on the street in front of the school at this time. This is a rare lunch break, and they are not in a hurry to go back.
As soon as I walked to the school gate, I could see that the bulletin wall inside was already crowded with people.
"Has the school team finally posted the roster?" Song Jiajia relied on her height and tiptoed a little to know what everyone was looking at.
He saw that the spot on the bulletin wall was still blank, just like before they went to dinner.
"What? It hasn't been posted yet..." Song Jiajia was a little disappointed.
For every boy who loves football in Dongchuan Middle School, the list of new recruits for the school team is their biggest concern. I don’t know how many people can’t even eat lunch because of this matter, or even eat nothing.
Just waiting here.
These people therefore occupy a better position and do not have to stand on tiptoes or peek through the gaps in the crowd.
"Let's go, Fatty, let's go get a good seat." Hu Lai walked towards the bulletin wall and shook the back of his school uniform, and a smell of shit wafted out.
The smell drifted into Song Jiajia's nose. He frowned, held his breath as much as possible, and then followed Hu Lai up.
"If you can't even fly in, why do you still have a good position..."
He muttered behind Hu Lai.
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Li Zhiqun squeezed in the crowd and took a bite of the sandwich bread while waiting.
This is his lunch.
In order to occupy a good position, he did not eat lunch, but went to the convenience store in front of the school to buy this chocolate sandwich bread and a bottle of mineral water.
Despite this, he still failed to seize the front position - someone was more proactive than him, and didn't even buy lunch, so he just waited hungry. So now he can only squeeze in the crowd,
Eating "lunch" while waiting.
When he thought that he would become a member of the Dongchuan Middle School football team soon, he felt that the simple chocolate sandwich bread in his hand was even sweeter.
At this moment, Li Zhiqun suddenly smelled a strange smell coming from behind him...
He frowned and took a breath, then almost threw up!
He smelled like shit!
"Holy crap, who farted!" He couldn't help shouting.
Then when he turned around, he saw Hu Lai walking in from outside the crowd.
He had indeed walked in, because the crowded crowd actually parted on both sides of him and made way for him!
And everyone who made way for him covered their mouths and noses with expressions of disgust and disgust on their faces...
As Hu Lai approached, Li Zhiqun found that the stench became stronger.
Seeing the smile on Hu Lai's face, he suddenly realized it, pointed at Hu Lai and said, "Damn it, did you fall into the manure pit!"
Hu Lai smiled and said nothing until he came to Li Zhiqun, then he opened his mouth and said, "Please give way."
The breath spurted out of Hu Lai's mouth and hit Li Zhiqun's face.
Li Zhiqun was caught off guard and took a sip, almost spitting out the chocolate bread he had just eaten... He quickly covered his mouth and then pushed it aside reflexively.
"Thank you." Hu Lai turned to him and smiled again.
Li Zhiqun responded: "Ugh..."
In this way, Hu Lai and Song Jiajia swaggered through the crowded crowd and walked to the front, occupying an excellent position.
Song Jiajia turned around and looked at the classmates who were one level away from them, then turned to Hu Lai and said, "I know why you eat snail noodles for lunch... If I hadn't eaten it too, I wouldn't be happy to stand there."
Next to you."
Hu Lai crossed his arms and said to Song Jiajia with a smile: "You think I said eating snail noodles is useful, right?"
Song Jiajia tilted her head.
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After Hu Lai and Song Jiajia passed by, the originally separated crowd gathered together again, just like the sea water rising again after the tide ebbs.
He glanced down at the half of bread still in his hand, but what he smelled was not the sweetness of the bread, but the strong smell of shit just now...
The originally delicious chocolate filling seemed to turn into a thin cake under the influence of this taste.
"vomit……"
He couldn't eat his lunch today at all.
The angry Li Zhiqun raised his head and stared at Hu Lai's back in front of him with murderous eyes.
Then he snorted coldly in his heart.
He originally thought that Hu Lai would not dare to come here to see the rankings, but he did not expect that Hu Lai would not only come, but also be so high-profile.
Does he really think he can make the school team?
Impossible... How could he be selected for the school team? Which head coach would be out of his mind to select someone like him into the school team who just pretends to be a fake person...
The coach of our school team is said to be very qualified. How could he make such a mistake?
Humph, I'll just wait and see Hu Lai look like he's mourning for his concubine! Then in front of so many people, let that damn fat man hand over a hundred yuan on the spot!
I really have both dignity and respect, it’s so cool!
Thinking of this, Li Zhiqun's mood finally improved.
It seems that even the smell from the front smells better...
No... ugh!
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Li Qingqing also came to the bulletin wall, but she could no longer squeeze in. There was a dense crowd of people in front of that wall.
She came back after having lunch in the school cafeteria, and this was the scene.
She didn't plan to squeeze in, because even if she didn't squeeze in, she would know the result soon.
She looked outside the crowd, looking for Hu Lai.
But she didn't see Hu Lai in the end.
Didn't you come?
I finally calmed down and thought that it was definitely impossible for me to be selected for the school team, right?
So I chose to escape.
Just when Li Qingqing was thinking this, a commotion broke out in the crowd because everyone saw the school team's head coach Li Ziqiang appear in their field of vision.
He held a large roll of paper under his arm.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the roll of paper.
His scorching gaze seemed to set the paper on fire through the air.
Li Ziqiang felt these gazes, but he didn't say anything and walked up expressionlessly.
Following his footsteps, the students who were standing on his path consciously stepped aside to give Li Ziqiang a way to go directly to the bulletin wall.
Li Ziqiang just walked through the crowd with the notice under his arm and walked to the blank space on the notice wall.
Then he glued the roll of paper to the wall.
He started gluing it from the top. So when the list was posted on the wall, the paper remained curled at first, and then slowly unfolded from top to bottom as Li Ziqiang moved.
There are two big words in the top row: "Notice".
Following Li Ziqiang’s movements, lines of text were revealed:
"After comprehensive assessment of each individual event and competition, sixteen senior high school students have been selected to join the Dongchuan Middle School football team. Students on the list below are asked to gather at the stadium after school in the afternoon and do not be late.
The list is as follows:
Luo Kai (Grade 1, Grade 2), Mao Xiao (Grade 1, Grade 8)..."
There was a burst of cheers outside the crowd, and several people gathered around a tall man. They all congratulated the tall man: "Mao Xiao, you have indeed been selected for the school team!"
"Well deserved! Well deserved!"
The tall man surrounded by them smiled.
Although it was confirmed that he had been selected for the school team, he did not just leave. Instead, he withdrew and stood outside.
"Go back to the classroom, Mao Xiao?" his companions asked him.
But he shook his head: "No, wait a moment."
"What are you waiting for?" The companions were puzzled.
"Wait and see who are my teammates." Mao Xiao looked at the slowly unfolding list from a distance.
Because of his height, there was no pressure on him, and he didn't even have to stand on tiptoe.
Not only did he see the list, he also saw the thin figure standing in the front row.
There was some vague expectation in his heart.
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Luo Kai did not go downstairs to join in the fun. He lay on the railing and looked at the crowded bulletin wall below through the closed glass curtain wall.
He doesn't care about this list, because he knows very well that he can definitely be selected for the school team. There is no suspense about it. In this case, wouldn't it be too arrogant for him to go down and huddle with those people? It doesn't suit him.
Persona.
What concerned him was that he saw a familiar figure outside the crowd.
Li Qingqing.
Even though he was at such a long distance, he still saw that beautiful and tall figure at a glance. Among the dense crowd, it was as if he had his own holy light.
Logically speaking, this list has nothing to do with her, so why does she appear there?
Is she also concerned about whether Hu Lai can be selected for the school team?
She actually cares about that person so much...
Why should she care about him so much?
Luo Kai's entire weight was pressed against the railing, his eyes fixed on the light.
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The people surrounding the bulletin wall were all staring intently at the names that were refreshed on the list.
From time to time there were cheers, which came from people who saw their names on the list.
Li Zhiqun was also staring at the list in the crowd, but he could not find himself among the names that had appeared.
But when he found out that Brother Kai was at the top, he felt that the ranking of the list should be based on test results. And he was injured during the game, which would definitely affect his final results, so he did not expect that he could
Being at the top is all that matters, as long as it appears on this list, even if it's the last one?
So he was full of hope and waited patiently.
Every time a new name appeared, he silently recited his own name in his mind to compare it.
But not every time.
Sixteen names are not many. There are three people in a row, and all six rows are finished.
There is no him in the first row, no him in the second row, and still no him in the third row...
The fourth row, still none.
The fifth row slowly unfolded in front of everyone.
"Hahaha! I'm in, I'm in! I'm in the school team!" In Li Zhiqun's ear, someone suddenly shouted excitedly.
Li Zhiqun frowned. He felt that the person next to him was too noisy and a little carried away.
He was so excited about joining the school team. People who didn't know better thought he had entered Tsinghua University and Peking University in the college entrance examination.
frivolous!
He hummed inwardly and continued to focus on the list.
All the names in the fifth row have come out, but I still don’t see my name.
Is it really the last one?
Li Zhiqun was a little panicked for no reason.
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As the names emerged one by one, the selected people cheered excitedly and then left. Many cracks appeared in the originally airtight human wall.
Li Qingqing walked up slowly from outside. She could now be closer to the notice, which also made it easier for her to see the name on it clearly.
She raised her head slightly, a little nervous.
She completely didn't notice that her father, who was posting notices, looked back at her meaningfully.
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"Hey Hu Lai, I'm still without you..." Song Jiajia lowered her head and whispered to Hu Lai, with deep worry in her tone.
"Calm down, fat man, isn't this the end of the world?" Hu Lai said.
"This is the last one..." Song Jiajia felt unsure, and even her voice became weak.
Hu Lai turned to look at Song Jiajia: "Well, Fatty, I will always remember the friendship between us! You have to express your condolences..."
In his field of vision, Song Jiajia's expression froze. Then the fat on her face began to tremble uncontrollably...and not just her face, but her whole body was trembling!
"Hu Lai..." Even his voice was trembling.
Seeing him like this, Hu Lai quickly said with a sad face: "Fat man, I really can't afford a hundred yuan. I will wait until I have money..."
"Hu Lai! There is you! There is you!!!" Song Jiajia suddenly yelled, then pointed at the notice. "You are the last one!!"
Hu Lai turned around and saw the only name in the last row of the list: