"Finish it." Shen Jun gave the small portion to Fang Zonglai, feeling stubborn for a while.
When the two of them rode their bicycles and arrived at the classroom, Fang Zonglai had finished his breakfast on the way. He sat on his seat drunkenly and began to eat slowly.
He chewed his food carefully and was very gentle. Fang Zonglai put down the table behind him and kept staring at Shen Jun. The main thing was to stare at the breakfast that Shen Jun would definitely have left, and covet it at any time.
Sure enough, half way through the meal, there was still a flower roll, a sugar bun, and a bottle of milk. He was already stroking his belly and felt full.
His eyes shifted, and Shen Jue started to look back.
Fang Zonglai stood up happily and walked over like a drunken foodie savior.
"Just say you can't eat it." Fang Zonglai sat next door and took the food from Shen Zui's table.
Shen Jun's eyebrows were light, as if he was warning.
Fang Zonglai bit the bun and immediately changed his words: "Wrong, wrong, I was wrong. Master Shen gave it to me."
There is often a scene like this in the classroom, where Principal Fang sits next to Shen Xueba, eating breakfast alone and reading homework alone.
"If one of them is a girl, that would be eye-catching." Li Xin, the student on duty, whispered.
Suddenly Zhang Ke's aunt laughed: "Both boys are so good-looking, so they are more eye-catching, right?"
"What kind of messy books are you reading again?"
"I..." Zhang Ke, the girl, was just about to quibble when she was suddenly bumped into by someone. She stepped on the broom in the wrong direction and almost hit the wall.
I turned around and saw that it was the pretentious little princess of her class. She kept silent and continued sweeping the floor. She silently said to herself: Don't argue with fools.
Why did Shan Sijing learn to be tolerant at the age of middle school when she was about to retaliate? It was not because Shan Sijing liked to play the trick of crying, making trouble and hanging herself the most.
The boys in the class were blind again. Whichever girl cried was the weakest girl.
Zhang Ke, who is an expert in anti-hypocrisy, suffered a loss once. Almost half of the boys in the class helped a girl to hurt her boyfriend, which she did not want to experience at all.
After Shan Sijing walked into the classroom, her face was flushed and she walked to the front table, where Fang Zonglai was sitting. She whispered: "I bought a little more breakfast."
Fang Zonglai burped very inappropriately, stood up and put the leftovers from the breakfast table on Zhenzui's table into his own breakfast bag, his movements were very skillful.
After throwing away the trash, I noticed that someone seemed to be talking in front of me just now.
During adolescence, it is normal to like beautiful girls. Fang Zonglai also has protective feelings for fair and pure little princesses like Shan Sijing.
"For me?" Fang Zonglai blushed a little.
The refill of Shenjiu's pen is broken.
"Yeah." Shan Sijing handed the breakfast to Fang Zonglai's hand with some trepidation.
"Do you think Fang Zonglai will pick it up?" Li Xin seemed to be watching the fun.
Zhang Ke touched his nose: "Is he a pig? He eats so much."
This was also Shen Jiui's thought. He originally wanted to endure it and keep silent, but Fang Zonglai accepted it.
"Are you a pig?" Shen Jun put down the pen that had been almost destroyed.
Fang Zonglai waited for Shan Sijing to leave, then put breakfast on the table for his brother Xiao Xiao, who usually played better but had a poor family situation.
Shen Yue immediately turned around, okay, just pretend he didn't say what he just said.
"Brother Fang, did you give it to me?" Xiao Xiaoke was moved, as if to destroy the world.
After Fang Zonglai observed that Shen Ju was not doing his homework, he waved his hand to Xiao Xiao, rejecting his enthusiasm, and continued to sit at the table with Shen Ju.