(Little Pig and I are eating porridge in the cafeteria.)
"Master, let's have another bowl of red sweet potato porridge!" The unruly little pig shouted to the robot walking past, as if he was proud of it.
"Brother, don't you feel embarrassed? We are the only ones in the cafeteria who only eat porridge." I put down the porridge bowl in my hand and said to him politely.
"Brother, you have to look to the future. Next month we will be rich with an hourly salary of 1,000 yuan." Xiaozhu's eyes were shining.
"But I won't spend all my living expenses this month just to celebrate."
"Haha... I also said that at that time, I don't know who was happiest when seeing a table of delicious food?"
"Sir, your porridge." The robot's voice sounded very unhappy, and he threw the porridge on the table with a bang, splashing all over Piggy and me, because this was the eighth bowl of porridge we ordered.
Xiaozhu stretched out his finger and scratched the robot. The robot's face suddenly turned green: "Sir, I'm sorry. You don't have enough money to buy a bowl of porridge." Then it turned its head 180 degrees.
It seems to be preparing to send a signal to the mechanical guard at the door.
"Boss, help me!" Xiaozhu knew what the consequences would be after the robot guard arrived, so he desperately asked me for help. Because last time we saw a guy who couldn't pay was beaten into a pig's head, and he was also punished by the school.
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"Hmph!" I sneered coldly, then swiped my finger on the account identifier on the robot, and said coolly: "Let him die, and I will pay the bill. Three bowls of porridge..."
Toot toot…
When the robot waiter turned his head, his face had turned red. I was so scared that I screamed. I know the consequences of making a robot blush. Last time, a guy made a robot policeman blush, and the policeman blew himself up.
Because of his own indignation, the guy who offended him was naturally punished by God.
"Ah~~~~~~~~"
"Oh~~~~~~~"
Xiaozhu and I held our faces together and let out sharp screams. The whole cafeteria was shaken by us.
"Poor poor people!" A handsome male voice rang in our ears, and then we heard a beep! and the alarm was lifted. The robot said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Bai, for your patronage." Then it went to entertain other guests.
Damn it! The biological computer in this robot's body uses chameleon genes. Why is it suddenly so gentle and cute now?
When we looked up, we found that standing in front of us was the handsome guy in charge of the computer department—Bai Guhan, whose English name is Les (Las).
Speaking of handsome guy, this is a very broad term. For example, an uncle named Shuai can be called handsome guy; when I think I will fail the exam, I will call the ugly lecturer in the department handsome guy; my dad will call his pot-bellied boss handsome guy.
But it is not that simple to be the top handsome guy. Think about it, an academy robot actually stores his personal information in the stomach, will it be an ordinary person? The only people we call robots are ordinary people.
For Mr. Guy.
To give an inappropriate analogy, the four beauties in ancient China were all the wives of emperors. Even a prostitute like Li Shishi had to be coated with dragon essence in her body by the emperor before she could become the most beautiful woman. In the same way, the most handsome man could also be the most beautiful woman.
The same conditions must be met. For example, Bai Guhan is handsome, physically fit, and has top-notch grades. These are just secondary (of course they should be necessary); the most important thing is that he is the prince of a large conglomerate, with a fortune of billions, and will
He speaks eight languages. It is said that he is a gentle and considerate master. Moreover, Master Bai is also the number one talent in the Chaohua Literary Club of our school. He can write good articles that are shocking to the world. Although I have not read them, I heard that the writing is rebellious and unrestrained, and
He is as tender as water; he is even regarded by critics as a representative of China's rebellious new generation. In our current society, only aristocratic young masters and ladies can afford elegant literature! We low-class people, how can we afford it?
You can have some fun with some brown candy literature.
Wow~~~~~~This world is really unfair. People are better than me in everything, even their names are so resounding. Unlike us, one is pig intestines and the other is honest (Chen Shi); the former is vulgar, while the latter is lifelike
Take off an idiot...
Because Les is a very cool guy, we privately gave him a Chinese-English name - Coolas. Because in this society, ordinary people like us are not qualified to have English names. Even if we do,
It can only make others laugh, because it is called overestimating one's abilities and being arty. Just like the poor people in Japan five hundred years ago could only call me Zuo, Dazuo, Saburo Shiro, Er Lezi, Er Wa, but not Toyotomi.
What is the vine is the same as what is the source.
But our dn just refused to accept it. Although we brothers often gave in to money (because we were too poor), we would never give in to rich people. So behind the scenes, we used our cleverness to give other people who tried to use English names to suppress us.
Give a Chinese-English name. For example, Coolas, Carrot Head Horse, Garlic (dn). (The latter is mostly a joke)
But today, Master Kuras came to our rescue, and I am quite grateful to him. But when I saw the girl next to him clearly, my expression suddenly changed. She looked at me with a very normal look, as if she was not there at all.
It was like he didn't know me. It's no wonder, because I never go to class. Well, I couldn't lose face, so I pretended not to know him.
Young Master Kuras looked at us with pitiful and melancholy eyes and said: "A clump of dark flowers is a blessing for every ten households. Alas! It's hard to imagine that there are people in this world who live by eating porridge."
Damn! He speaks so poetically, especially the word "ah". He is as noble and great as a compassionate savior. He is worthy of being a literary young man.
"Is sweet potato porridge delicious?" My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard this heavenly voice, because this was the first time Meijuan said the word "hateful" to me before half term.
spoke to me once.
Although I consider myself to be far less handsome and extraordinary than Bai Dacai, I can never lose to Juan in front of him, at least I must overwhelm him in terms of momentum, so I searched my guts and came up with an answer that I thought was super gorgeous: "But
Don't underestimate the porridge, it was also a member of the harem table back then. Especially when it is garnished with sweet potatoes, it adds a bit of beauty. In ancient times, a great romantic poet once wrote a poem praising it.
Elegance."
"Oh? Are there such ancient poems?" Master Bai couldn't help but shook his head after hearing this.
"Once you choose the king's side, the sixth palace will have no color."
"Pfft...are you describing porridge? Hee hee..." Juan finally couldn't help it, covering her mouth and smiling. Alas, there is such a beauty in the world! Don't talk about porridge, even if she said that I was describing sows,
I also acquiesced.
The little pig suddenly pulled me secretly and asked in a low voice: "What heavenly book are you talking about? What on earth is this sweet potato, and you are so speculative about it?"
"Idiot, sweet potato is what was put in the porridge you just ate."
"Are you talking about Hongtao? I didn't expect that everyone is a simple person." There is really nothing we can do against this ignorant idiot. I am afraid that apart from being simple and good at playing games, he may be completely useless?
"Hahaha... Goodbye, you two classmates. If you need any help, just ask." After saying this to us, Kuras pulled Juan's little hand and said, "Meijuan, let's go.
. Sometimes talking to the poor really adds a lot of knowledge. It seems that literary materials can be collected anytime and anywhere."
"Young Master Bai's kindness today, I, Zhu Dachang, will definitely repay you in the future!" Seeing that Young Master Bai was about to leave, Xiaozhu quickly stood up and extended a friendly hand to Young Master Bai. However, Young Master Bai glanced at Xiaozhu
After eating the porridge with unwashed dirty hands, he shook his head coolly and replied in a very educated manner: "It's just a simple effort, don't worry about this classmate."
Seeing that Xiaozhu couldn't take back his outstretched hand, and the situation was a bit awkward, I laughed, and then sarcastically mocked Xiaozhu: "What are you reaching for? Do you want to borrow dinner money from Bai Shaoxia?"
"Haha..." Xiaozhu stretched his hand back, then wiped his hand on his clothes with a silly smile.
Bai Shaoxia smiled nonchalantly, put his hands on his ears, and said, "Logistics director? The dinners of the two classmates in front of me were charged to my account. As he spoke, he looked at us with his eyes. This
It proves that our information has been sent to the biological computer in the cafeteria. What model of computer is he using? I think it must be a special edition that cannot be bought in the world?
But just as he was about to take Juan away, Juan suddenly turned around and asked me again: "This is the first time we met, and I haven't asked your name yet."
"Hey!" I was suddenly surprised, as if I had heard similar words somewhere?
"Don't say your name, I will call you sweet potato when we meet in the future. Let the six palaces be the colorless royal sweet potato, hehe..." Alas! This is called looking back and smiling. Before I could react, Juan and Bai
Guhan held hands and jumped lightly, and they both flew out of the vast canteen.
"Hey! Miss, please don't give people random names." When she said this, the lady had passed away, leaving a large room full of people waiting.
"I have to go to class tomorrow, eh! I will definitely go." I said as if I had made a lot of determination.
"What? What I just ate didn't seem to be sour porridge." The little pig looked at me like an alien.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Little Pig ignored me and looked up at the place where they had gone, and exclaimed: "Rich people are different. Those flying boots are probably worth a lifetime of porridge for us." Of course, you can be bribed with just one dinner.
Xiaozhushao added an attributive to the flying boots - made in France. Because that is romantic enough.
In fact, I can't think of words that are so far away from France, because I am not romantic, but casual...
