Qian Kuilai didn't seem to be used to my sudden enthusiasm. He shrank back and smiled: "Zhou Ming, didn't we just meet in class..."
I patted his shoulder hard: "I saw you in class, and I saw you again in the cafeteria. You see, what a fate!"
Qian Kuilai was confused, his eyes were full of confusion, and he obviously couldn't understand my "Stephen Chow" style humor.
I sighed and decided to go straight to the point: "Come on the money, lend me three yuan, and I'll pay you back when I get back to the dormitory soon!"
Qian Kuilai's hand holding the noodle soup trembled obviously, and he said slowly: "I don't have it!" [
If I had known this would be the result, it would be even harder to get a few dollars out of this guy's mouth.
I didn't talk nonsense to him, and pinched the back of his neck with one hand, gradually increasing the force, and my eyes showed a fierce light: "Does my words have no effect?"
Qian Kuilai howled: "I'll give it, I'll give it!"
I then let go of my hand and said softly, "I'll return it to you when I get back to the dormitory later."
Qian Qianlai took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket, with a look of pain on his face. It looked like he was really sadder than if it cost him his life, so he almost squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
This guy probably thought I was here to rob him, so forget it, let him misunderstand for a while. I'll just give it back to him when I get back to the dormitory.
I took the money and patted Qian Kuilai's head, as if praising a good boy who had done something good. Qian Kuilai looked at the money in my hand eagerly, as if he had chopped off his flesh.
The look in his eyes was really pitiful, so I decided to spend the three dollars as soon as possible to stop him from wanting to get it back.
I ordered a chicken drumstick in front of him, and his eyes almost popped out: "Zhou Ming, you are so corrupt. We are all children from ordinary families, how can we eat such aristocratic food?" He shook his head and sighed.
Take a breath.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him, so I waved the chicken leg in front of his eyes, and was about to turn around and leave. By this time, Qian Jialai had already finished the bowl of noodle soup, and handed the empty bowl into the window: "Master, here's another bowl..."
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I walked back to my original position with the chicken legs and handed them to Han Bing.
Han Bing didn't answer, shook his head and said, "You came back too late, your craving for food has passed."
...I held Han Bing in one hand and gnawed on a chicken leg in the other, walking on campus.