This was not the end. After Li Mingyang finished speaking, he moved silently to the opposite side and sat down next to Xiaobao.
The seats at each table in the cafeteria are not very spacious. Two people can sit at each side just right. It will feel crowded if there is one more person.
When Xiaobao saw Li Mingyang coming, he almost subconsciously moved his butt towards Song Zhixia, leaving enough space for Li Mingyang to sit.
As a result, these two people squeezed Song Zhixia so hard that half of her buttocks were hanging in the air.
He had no choice but to get up and sit across from him, still complaining, "What's wrong with you? There's plenty of room here, why are you squeezing in next to Lu Yuchen?"
"I'm happy to," Li Mingyang said without changing his expression.
"...Fuck!" Song Zhixia muttered softly, "What's the use of being good-looking? His personality is not easygoing at all."
Xiaobao heard this very clearly, and the little guy quickly explained: "No, my brother Yangyang is a very good person. Song Zhixia, you don't understand, so don't say anything nonsense."
"Okay, okay, okay, can't I just stop talking?" Song Zhixia hummed and took out two small oranges from her pocket and placed them in front of him, "Do you want to eat them? I brought them from home."
"Is it sweet?" Xiaobao asked, "I don't like sour food."
"You'll know if you try it," said Song Zhixia.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mingyang took the two oranges, peeled them carefully, and then broke off a segment to taste it himself.
"Yeah, it's really sweet." Li Mingyang stuffed the peeled orange back into Xiaobao's hand and said, "Eat it with confidence."
"Okay," Xiaobao accepted his thoughtfulness with a smile.
"Tsk tsk tsk... I didn't realize, Li Mingyang, you're quite good at taking care of your brother."
Song Zhixia smacked her lips repeatedly, then extended her hand towards him. "In our class, Lu Yuchen talks to me the most. We're considered friends. You're his older brother, so can we be friends too?"
Li Mingyang glanced at this familiar person again.
This guy's personality isn't annoying, he just talks too much and he looks simple-minded and not very smart.
But since he is Xiaobao's friend...
"Okay," Li Mingyang responded, but instead of shaking hands with him, he stuffed the orange peels into his hands.
Song Zhixia looked at the handful of orange peels in her hand and was speechless: "...I am really impressed"
After lunch, they had to separate and go back to their respective classes. Before leaving, Li Mingyang took out a can of Wangzai milk from his bag and handed it to Xiaobao, saying softly, "Actually, I was planning to come see you after lunch."
"Save the Wangzai milk for the afternoon. I'll wait for you at the school gate after school and we'll take the school bus home together."
"Okay, okay," Xiaobao looked at him with sparkling eyes, "see you after school then."
Li Mingyang smiled and waved at the little boy who kept looking back every few steps.
On the way back to class, Xiaobao held the can of Wangzai milk in both hands as if protecting a treasure. Song Zhixia couldn't help but lean over and said, "Hey, are you very favored at home? Are your other brothers also so nice to you?"
"Yes," Xiaobao looked at him innocently, "Don't you have a brother?"
"Yes, yes," Song Zhixia curled her lips, "but I am the group bully."
"Oh..." Xiaobao patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Then you are so miserable."
Song Zhixia: “…………”
Enough is enough.
Ever since Li Mingyang went to Experimental Primary School, the two little guys have been able to take care of each other, and their brothers are much more relieved.
The time left for autumn in the four seasons of the year is always so short. It seems that a few rains and gusts of wind will make the coolness penetrate deeper and deeper. However, Lu Jiayang's national art student selection competition still accurately caught the tail end of autumn.
"Baby, this is just a qualifying match, it's not that important."
Lu Jiayang looked at Xiaobao's busy figure running back and forth in the yard, and finally couldn't help but stop him, "Stop busying yourself, take a break."
"No," Xiaobao said seriously, "Big brother said that the preliminaries are also a competition, we have to cheer you on."
"Then there's no need to prepare so many delicious dishes," Lu Jiayang said helplessly, "What if I gain a few pounds before the competition and it affects my performance?"
"I'm cooking, not hormones," Lu Zixiao walked out of the kitchen. "I can't gain weight that fast."
"The key is that what you cook is delicious, big brother," Lu Jiayang said with a smile. "I easily lose control of my mouth, so wouldn't my intermittent fasting these days be in vain?"
"Third brother, please stop talking about your intermittent fasting."
Lu Jiaming rolled his eyes and asked unhappily, "Just tell me how many ears of corn you ate this morning?"
Lu Jiayang touched his nose with a guilty conscience: "It seems to be... six roots?"
"So whose food are you cutting off?" Lu Jiaming asked him sincerely, "Our food?"
Lu Jiayang: "...Sorry, I was too hungry and couldn't help it."
"You can't do this, Third Brother," Xiao Bao said fiercely, "It's bad for your health to starve yourself like this. Even if you want to maintain your figure, you can't do this. You must eat well, otherwise... otherwise I will ignore you!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, baby," Lu Jiayang quickly admitted his mistake. "My second brother taught me a lesson this morning. I won't do that again."
"Did you alarm my second brother?" Lu Jiaming raised an eyebrow. "Then you can rest assured, Xiaobao. When it comes to matters of health, my second brother is always clear."
Xiaobao nodded: "Indeed"
"Third brother, be good and throw that intermittent fasting recipe away."
“Okay, okay.”
Lu Jiayang: I'm already honest, please let me go.
This meal was said to be prepared to cheer up Lu Jiayang, but its sumptuousness made it look like a celebration banquet.
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