Hurry up
Lin Nanyan, who was following them carefully, looked up and asked, "Do you have money?"
Jiang Qing was stunned: "No."
"So what are you going to buy?"
Yes, this is not college now, she can use her mobile phone which she always carries with her to scan the code and pay. She didn’t bring any money or meal card.
Song Shuang reached out and grabbed the meal card from Lin Nanyan's hand and stuffed it into Jiang Qing, urging her.
"If we dawdle any longer, the store will be packed with people. It'll be so crowded that we won't be able to squeeze out. Besides, don't you often use Lin Nanyan's meal card?" Without waiting for a reply, she dragged Jiang Qing along, "Let's go, let's hurry up."
Really? She was almost forgetting.
Jiang Qing was dragged away in a daze. She looked back and saw Lin Nanyan standing there. Under the willow tree, the wind blew through the ends of his hair, causing it to sway slightly. The distance between the two people became increasingly farther.
The young man under the shade of the trees was getting farther and farther away, and his face gradually became blurred.
Lin Nanyan stopped after handing out the meal card. He watched the two girls running away in a hurry before turning back to the classroom.
Song Shuang charged forward, pulling Jiang Qing skillfully through the crowd and into the convenience store. Jiang Qing stumbled behind them. Sometimes, although the two of them held hands, there were four or five people in between, and their hands were pulled so hard that they hurt.
There were no such things as convenience stores during her college years. She would go to the commercial street to buy things. There were all kinds of windows there, selling breakfast, snacks, clothes, haircuts, and there were also large supermarkets. They provided one-stop service and a wide variety of choices. There would never be the scene of people rushing around like they do now at a temple fair.
Jiang Qing had been out of this situation for many years. Being suddenly pulled into this scene was like a chick being driven into a crowded goose nest, with chicken feathers being squeezed all over the ground.
In the gaps between the crowd, Song Shuang could be heard shouting from the front: "Jiang Jiang, hurry up, don't fall behind."
Jiang Qing was speechless. She was squeezed so hard she could barely move, surrounded by walls of people. The blood in her body quickly reawakened. After all, she had fought her way through middle school, where hundreds of people fought for a single cafeteria window, and high school where the entire student body fought for goods in a small canteen.
No matter what happened, there will always be some traces left on your body.
For example, now, Jiang Qing has mastered the shopping skills again in just three minutes.
First of all, if you want to squeeze in, you must not attack head-on. The front is blocked by people, the resistance is the strongest, and it is easy to be caught in a dilemma, so the side is the best choice.
Secondly, you must seize opportunities, be quick-eyed and nimble-footed, move wherever you can, and by accumulating small amounts of sand you will eventually reach where you want to go.
Finally, you have to be quick-eyed and quick-handed. Buy whatever you like immediately. Even if you don’t want it in the end, you have to be thick-skinned and let it go when you check out. It is much better than missing out.
Jiang Qing recovered his fighting ability in a short time, and Song Shuang was very pleased.
The two people fought quickly and decisively. Using their petite bodies, they squeezed into every gap and moved left and right, quickly passing from the entrance to the exit.
Many students who were stuck in the crowd and unable to move looked sideways and cast envious glances at him, saying what agile skills he had!
As the sound of card swiping rang out, the two girls finally walked out of the store exit with their hands full of trophies, feeling very proud.
Jiang Qing sighed, "Wow, there are really too many people."
Song Shuang complained, "It's because our break time is limited. There's only one canteen, so we all have to rush here as soon as get out of class is over."
She quickly became cheerful again: "We are really good. Look, we can stand out without any sprinting skills and gain a lot."
Jiang Qing: "You said our school is stingy, and we don't even know how to open a few more profitable shops. It's so crowded that it's really a test of skills." It's a pity that she had physical memory.
"The school is reluctant to open a few more canteens. There's no room for another one. Besides, opening one more is just another place to steal money." At this point, Song Shuang looked around and said, "Let me tell you, according to gossip, the owner of this canteen is a relative of the principal's family, and their annual turnover is millions. They won't agree to open another canteen, and the principal will definitely not agree."
Jiang Qing had heard this statement many times, but there was no evidence and it was all just speculation. She didn't know whether it was true or not until she graduated.
Jiang Qing privately believed that it was true. After all, this "Royal Convenience Store" controlled the consumers of the entire campus and was really good at making money.
Back in high school, Jiang Qing wanted to trace the source: "Where did you hear that?"
"That's what Zhao Xiaona from Class 7 said."
Zhao Xiaona is Song Shuang's junior high school classmate. The two have very similar hobbies. Although they are not in the same class after the high school class division, they are still a pair of excellent gossip friends.
"Who did Zhao Xiaona hear this from?" she continued to ask.
"She heard what Wang from Class 7...what was Wang called?" After pondering for a long time, Song Shuang gave up. "Anyway, it was a classmate who said it. They say he overheard the teacher. But that's not important. What's important is that you give up on this idea. The school won't open another canteen."
Jiang Qing: "You're right."
After all, until she graduated, there was no sign of the second convenience store.
The two girls walked back to the classroom hand in hand happily. As soon as they got to their seats, Jiang Qing put the mineral water in her hand on Lin Nanyan's desk.
"Here, this is for you. You're thirsty and exhausted from running around."
Lin Nanyan turned his head when he heard the voice and looked at Jiang Qing drinking a bottle of drink.
"The drinks you bought are full of sugar. The more you drink, the thirstier you get. It's better to drink mineral water." He pushed the mineral water towards Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing glanced at Lin Nanyan while drinking water: "Why bother so much, as long as it tastes good, I bought you mineral water, drink it if you want."
"Don't you need to take care of your health now? You even asked me to cook for you in the morning." Lin Nanyan teased Jiang Qing.
"What? Cooking? You're so young, you can actually cook?" Song Shuang was shocked. Song Shuang was puzzled. Was she the only little loser? She was suspicious in her daily life.
Jiang Qing put down her drink and responded to Song Shuang first: "He can't cook. He eats frozen food all day long. If I didn't feed him, he would be in the garbage dump."
After saying that, she looked at Lin Nanyan again, "Cooking for health is a serious matter. Meals and junk food are substitutes, and my snacks are supplements. I can tell this person didn't learn politics well. Substitution and supplement are different. I'm not like someone who eats junk food and doesn't eat proper meals."
Not only did she openly criticize someone, she also tried to discredit him in front of him.
Song Shuang agreed. "You're right." How could snacks be called junk food? They were clearly just desserts before or after meals. "Eating is a serious matter, and snacks shouldn't be delayed." She took a big bite of potato chips and handed a bag of chips to Wang Huaqing next door.
Wang Huaqi silently took it, looked at it carefully, and put it in his schoolbag.
Jiang Qing gathered the various snacks on the table, picked out a bag of compressed biscuits, which was the only one she remembered vividly. She tore open the plastic bag and said, "Try this. It's delicious, crispy and fragrant. It will definitely fill you up."
It is said that compressed biscuits first appeared only in the military field, and later gradually became popular in the civilian field. Although she does not know whether this statement is true or not, she is sure that compressed biscuits can really fill you up, and she is very experienced in this.
The biscuit was handed to Lin Nanyan, who took it and took a bite. It was indeed delicious.
Jiang Qing picked up another bag of hawthorn slices and handed it to Wang Huaqing: "This is for you. I remember you like eating hawthorn."
"Okay, thank you." Wang Huaqi took it and took a look at it, then slowly unwrapped the hawthorn strips and put them in his mouth to taste. It was sour and sweet and very delicious.
Jiang Qing nudged Lin Nanyan with her elbow: "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Lin Nanyan munched on compressed biscuits while writing notes fluently, saying nonchalantly, "Not bad."
Jiang Qing: ...What do you mean it's okay? Why is Lin Dagou's mouth so tight? He doesn't even know how to say a few more nice words.
"It's okay, it's delicious." Jiang Qing gave the final word.
"Then this candy is for you, and this, you can eat it if you are hungry." While she was picking up the snacks in front of her, she took Lin Nanyan's schoolbag and stuffed them into his bag one by one.
To be honest, she was really afraid that Lin Nanyan would get stomach problems from hunger.
"Come to my house for dinner tonight. My dad is going to make your favorite beef stew with potatoes. Do you want to come?" Jiang Qing made a dinner invitation.
Lin Nanyan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.
Song Shuang heard this and said enviously, "Your dad is so good. I also want to eat beef stewed with potatoes. I envy you so much, Jiang Jiang. You can eat whatever you want."
"Not really. For example, if I want to eat spicy hot pot, my dad won't make it for me." Jiang Qing was still picking up the remaining snacks and straightening out the pencil case that was squeezed crooked by Song Shuang.
"Oh, stop showing off," Song Shuang scoffed at her. "It's better than my house. At least you can eat barbecue skewers anytime at home. I'm drooling just thinking about it."
"If you want to eat, come to my house on the weekend. I'll ask my dad to prepare the seasoning and we can have a self-service barbecue party. You can eat as much as you want."
Back in high school, Jiang Qing planned to have a small gathering to celebrate her regained youth.
"Really?" Song Shuang's eyes lit up as he planned how to sneak out of the house on the weekend.
"Of course, Wang Huaqiang, are you coming?" Jiang Qing asked Wang Huaqiang.
"Yes, I will definitely go." Wang Huaqing responded positively, his eyes shining.
"It's settled then. You can bring some fruits and vegetables from home if you want to eat something. You don't need to bring too much. I usually have home-cooked meals at home. You can just bring some specialties that you want to eat."
"good!"
Song Shuang and Wang Huaqiang, who were extremely excited, gathered together and chattered about what to bring to the party.
Jiang Qing did not participate in their conversation. The dishes at home were generally her favorites, except for those that she was forbidden to eat, so there was no need to worry about it. She could just leave the rest to her father.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Without waiting for Lin Nanyan's response, she continued, "Remember to bring me a cup of milk tea when you come to my house in the evening. And on the weekend, call me and we'll go buy some crayfish together."
As she spoke, she poked Lin Nanyue with her pen, again and again.
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