Ji Shaoyou took out his meal card and prepared to go to the canteen to eat.
As soon as I opened the door, a certain haunted roommate appeared decisively at the door.
"You want to go out?"
A certain man spoke in a bad tone while changing his slippers at the entrance to the entrance.
"Uh, I, I, I..."
Ji Shaoyou suddenly remembered that he said he was not allowed to go out before he came back.
"Where to go?"
"Let's eat." Ji Shaoyou squeezed her meal card and decided that as long as this man said no, she would knock him down with one punch!
"Oh, do you know how to get to the cafeteria?"
"Huh?" Ji Shaoyou was confused.
"Do you know how to get to the cafeteria?" The man repeated impatiently.
"have no idea……"
"Go downstairs and there is a bus stop. Take the school bus. Do you understand?"
"I know..." Ji Shaoyou replied in a long voice.
Ji Shaoyou was confused and walked outside. He heard him dragging his slippers slowly inside and making a call on his mobile phone: "Yes, it's right there. Let's go look for it again. Today he found the wrong person..."
I'm tired and want to sleep, you'd better find it for me quickly!"
Are you looking for someone? Ji Shaoyou looked back before going out, only to see his back closing the door hard.
What a... irritable person.
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Ji Shaoyou waited at the bus stop for about twenty minutes before he saw the bus slowly driving over. The bus was full of people... It was crowded, probably all rushing to the canteen to eat.
Ji Shaoyou got on the bus with a black line on his head and slowly squeezed towards the back door.
"What are you squeezing for..."
"Ah. Who stepped on my feet? My new shoes."
"Why are you not allowed to drive in the school? The president is too domineering." Someone whispered.
"Shh, don't you see 'him' here?"
"What are you afraid of? I'm much better off than him and won't say anything."
"Too……"
Ji Shaoyou squeezed to the back door and was about to take a good breath. When he looked back, he saw a man sitting on the single seat opposite wearing a white sweater and casually put on the hat of the sweater. His soft bangs were scattered from the hat, which was a little messy.
The blue headphone cord extended from the hat to the pocket of his jeans. The boy listened to the walkman quietly, his eyes closed, and his long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow on his face, as beautiful as a painting.