Choose B
"You don't eat eggs, so why do you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes every day?" Song Shuang couldn't help but ask, "What a waste! Lin Nanyan has to make it for you."
Jiang Qing stuffed the tomato into her mouth and said, "Tomato is the soul of scrambled eggs."
"Stir-fried tomatoes or eggs alone cannot achieve this effect." The sour and sweet taste, with the aroma of egg filling the mouth, makes you feel full of happiness after taking a bite.
Song Shuang complained: "Then why don't you eat the eggs? You always need others to help you eat them."
"I've never liked it since I was a kid." She eats the egg whites but not the yolks, drinks egg soup but not the steamed egg, and eats the tomatoes in scrambled eggs but not the chunks of egg. What's the solution? She doesn't know why she can find 108 reasons to be picky about the same ingredient, just because it's prepared differently.
Lin Nanyan sat aside, silently stuffing eggs into his mouth, without interrupting.
Song Shuang rolled her eyes. Well, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten. Why is she butting in?
She poked at the rice in her lunch box. "Speaking of eating, what do you think is going on with Wang Huacheng?"
"What's going on?" Jiang Qing asked puzzledly.
"He never eats with us. How unsociable." Song Shuang stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth angrily. "What do you think he's thinking? He doesn't have many friends to begin with, and he doesn't want to join the crowd. It makes him look good alone, right?"
Jiang Qing suddenly realized, "Oh, you're talking about this, what's the big deal."
"People bring food from home, so it must be more palatable than what's in the cafeteria." She didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"I don't understand you picky eaters." Song Shuang shook his head exaggeratedly.
Jiang Qing reminded her, "Besides, he's not unsociable. He's been getting along well with us, hasn't he? He even agreed to have a barbecue with us this weekend. Didn't you guys even agree to go shopping for ingredients together?"
"Isn't this called playing badly?"
Song Shuang gave up thinking and nodded in agreement: "That's right, he can eat wherever he wants."
Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan exchanged glances, then lowered their heads to eat in tacit understanding.
The few of them quickly finished their lunch and walked into the classroom on time.
The school’s lunch break is from 12:40 noon to the afternoon classes. Boarding students are not allowed to return to the dormitory, and all members must take a lunch break in the classroom.
Lunch break is always very quiet. At this time, students are either sleeping or studying. Everyone does their own thing and does not disturb each other.
Jiang Qing took out a large doll from the back of the classroom. She bought it from the school supermarket during her high school days for her lunch break. It was purple all over, with big eyes and long arms. It was so cute and ugly. There was a hole inside so she could put her hands in to warm them in the winter.
Put the doll on the table, take off your school uniform and cover your head with it to block the glare of the light, put your hands inside the doll and circle it, then lean forward. It's time for lunch break.
After lying down for a while and not falling asleep, she lifted up her school uniform and looked up at her deskmate next to her, wanting to see if he was secretly hugging her.
She found that Lin Nanyan was also lying quietly on the doll, his face facing her.
She could clearly see his closed eyes, his eyelashes drooping, each one distinct, his hair moving gently in the wind, brushing his cheek from time to time, and the sunlight shining down, casting a layer of soft golden light on him.
One hand is slender and white, with distinct joints, casually placed on the doll under the body. The contrast between white and purple is bright and particularly impactful.
The doll looks a bit like hers, but it's not as pretty as hers and doesn't have flowers on its head. Jiang Qing compared them in her mind.
She turned her gaze back and saw him huddled on the table. The table was too low and his long legs had nowhere to rest, making him look a little cramped. From a professional point of view, with that face and that figure, he would definitely be rated as a top-notch model.
Why not try to trick him into being his model now? It would be easier to deceive him now, because it would be too late to regret it when he grows up.
As Jiang Qing thought about it, her eyelids became heavy and she fell into a deep sleep.
The person next to her trembled his eyelashes, looked at her for a while, and then closed his eyes.
"Wake up, wake up." Someone was pushing her.
He turned his head reluctantly, facing the window, and was reluctant to get up.
"If you don't get up, the teacher will come."
Hearing that Lin Nanyan was trying to scare her, she tried to straighten her back, but her legs and arms became numb. It had been a long time since she had slept so awkwardly.
After a long while, when the numbness had worn off, she just stood up and took the doll away when the teacher came into the classroom at the bell.
Amid the sound of searching for papers, she quickly took out hers and got into a serious posture, ready to take the exam.
Her head was dizzy and she was dazed when someone called her.
She stood up: "Huh?"
The teacher met her confused eyes and patiently repeated: "Question 9, what do you choose?"
She looked down at question nine. When mammals are dehydrated for a long time without drinking water, the physiological phenomenon that occurs is:
What was it? Someone had drawn a B on her paper with their left hand.
She looked up and said firmly, "Choose B."
The teacher was very patient and replied to her: "Read option B."
Jiang Qing glanced down and said, "Antidiuretic hormone increased."
"So what did you choose?"
Me? She glanced down at her paper. It was a D. She chose D.
Option D is muscle atrophy.
What was she thinking at that time? Oh, she imagined herself as a grape, dehydrated, wouldn't that become a raisin?
Is muscle atrophy a problem? Absolutely not.
Biology teacher He Shan smiled and said, "What did you choose? Read it out loud."
She shrank her head: "D, muscle atrophy."
"Will your muscles atrophy if you don't drink water for three days and become dehydrated?"
She really thought about it carefully. The key point is that she has never been dehydrated. I don’t know, and I dare not say it.
But she had a strong desire to survive: "No, I won't."
The biology teacher's expression changed in shock: "Then why did you choose muscle atrophy? Muscle atrophy is a disease related to the nervous system. You are the only one in the class who chose D."
"If you had chosen blood pressure and osmotic pressure as the other options, I would have understood. But you chose muscle atrophy. It's a common sense mistake, and you shouldn't have lost points."
The students' suppressed laughter could be heard faintly around them.
Is it possible, I mean, is it possible, that this is not common sense?
Jiang Qing attacked hard in her heart, but was timid in reality.
She kept nodding her head, agreeing with the teacher and following the crowd.
Well, you shouldn’t lose common sense points.
Seeing Jiang Qing's sincere attitude, Li Dongming finally let her go: "Okay, sit down. Next time, throw away the things that shouldn't be thrown away."
She sat down as she was told, and when she looked down she found a Q-version man on the test paper with a big smile on his face.
Infected by the villain, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.
As a sophomore in high school, she would indeed feel embarrassed and ashamed when scolded by her teacher.
But now she is no longer the same person she was back then. She is the adult version of Niu Hulu Jiang Jiang, who doesn't care about a criticism from the teacher or a drop in her grades.
Well, I still care a little, but now that someone is comforting me, it feels different.
He picked up the pen and drew a red heart under the little man.
I believe that as long as she studies hard and recovers her level, she will definitely not be singled out for criticism next time.
But there was one thing she still didn't understand, so she quietly passed the note: "Is this really common sense? Cry face, cry."
Is she really the only one in the class who chose D?
Your common sense and my common sense seem to be different.
After a while, she waited for a reply: "What do you think?"
With a swish, she crumpled the notes into a ball.
Oh, actually mocking her.
Is it great to have common sense?
She stuffed the piece of waste paper into Lin Nanyan's desk pocket through the gap between his stomach and the table.
Clean it up yourself!
On the way home from school, Jiang Qing walked in front and deliberately left Lin Nanyan behind.
As she walked, she felt something was wrong. She looked back and saw the sun setting. Lin Nanyue was slowly following her, following her shadow.
Okay, he actually stepped on her secretly, watch out.
She quickly turned around and ran behind Lin Nanyan, "I'll step on you, I'll let you step on me."
Lin Nanyan took a big step, and the shadow under his feet instantly escaped from Jiang Qing's attack range.
She tossed her short legs around, walked up to him, and quickly kicked out, "You ran, but I caught you anyway."
He turned his head to look at Jiang Qing's smug face, took another step, and the shadow disappeared again.
Jiang Qing chased Lin Nanyan, running wildly with one foot stretched out in front, looking particularly funny.
Passersby on the street saw the two people's posture and smiled kindly. As expected, they were still children.
One was running and the other was chasing. Lin Nanyan would run behind Jiang Qing from time to time. Whenever this happened, she would run forward with a loud laugh, adding a sneer: "You chase me, let's see who steps on me more or I step on you more."
Amidst the sounds of laughter, they soon reached the door of their home. Jiang Qing ran up first and soon disappeared.
Lin Nanyan took out his key and was about to open the door when a small head suddenly popped out from the railing on the third floor: "Remember my milk tea in half an hour."
Without waiting for his reply, she ran away.
Listening to Jiang Qing's footsteps gradually disappearing for a long time, Lin Nanyan turned the lock cylinder, click, and the door opened.
The light from the corridor shines on the door, illuminating the small area under your feet.
He stepped in.
When Jiang Qing returned home, her parents were already there. Her father was busy in the kitchen and her mother was washing vegetables.
The incandescent light shone into the kitchen, casting a shadow of two figures huddled close together, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating, making the scene seem even warmer.
Jiang Qing ran to the kitchen and peeked in through the door frame, grinning playfully, "Lin Nanyan is having dinner at our house tonight. He said he really wants to eat beef stew with potatoes. For his health, please remember to make more, Dad."
"What do he want to eat? I think it's you who want to eat."
Hearing his daughter's voice, Jiang Shanhai turned around with a half-washed potato in his hand.
He was wearing a red and blue checkered apron, which was stained with moisture and oil. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he raised his arm to wipe it.
Jiang Shanhai also said that he would help his daughter roast some potato chips today, but now it seems that there is no need for that, as there is no point in eating potato chips when there is beef stew. However, the potatoes in his hand were not washed in vain, as they could be used to make potato beef stew. Every time this dish was made, Jiang Qing would eat a big bowl of it with rice.
Shake your head and smile, being able to eat is a blessing.
Jiang Qing leaned his head in a little further, and without refuting his father's words, he narrowed his eyes and praised, "Dad, you really understand me. The beef stew with potatoes you make is really amazing. Everyone who eats it will praise it."
Dad Jiang likes his daughter's smile.
In his eyes, whenever his daughter's eyes curved and the corners of her mouth turned up, she looked particularly festive. She was infected by this smile and also smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.
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