Chapter 6
"Okay, get out of class is over."
After the class, it was lunch time and all the students in the class ran to the cafeteria with their lunch bowls. Just kidding, if you go too late, there will be nothing left.
Fang Zhao dragged his sore legs back to his seat and decided to rest for a while before going to his favorite skewers restaurant to eat some skewers.
After all, I have consumed so much physical energy, it is time to replenish it.
"Brother Yu, are you using your bike today?"
Wang Yu sat in the classroom, eating a hamburger while looking at the math workbook he had just finished.
"No, take it if you want to ride it."
Wang Yu handed the car keys to Fang Zhao generously.
Fang Zhao didn't hesitate and rode his bike out of the school with ease.
Although Wangshan Middle School has strict management and there has always been a mandatory lunch break at noon, there are still some exceptions for senior high school students. After all, everything is based on academic advancement.
Senior high school students occupy a separate dormitory building, and the dormitory door is always open, which makes it convenient for senior high school students to freely choose to study in the classroom at noon, and they can also go back to the dormitory to rest when they are tired.
When they arrived at the fried skewers restaurant, Fang Zhao ordered a bunch of food, then sat down and stared outside while drinking a drink.
"Little girl, your skewers are ready."
Fang Zhao heard this and hurried over to take the plate. Suddenly, it darkened beside her, and a pair of hands had already taken the plate before her. Following the shadows, she saw An Huainan's face.
"What are you looking for?"
An Huainan sat down and saw Fang Zhao looking behind him. He followed her line of sight and saw nothing behind him. He couldn't help but ask.
"Why are you here? Where is Li Yihong?"
"Li Yihong?"
An Huainan seemed a little confused. What did his appearance have to do with Li Yihong?
Seeing An Huainan like this, Fang Zhao felt that he might not want to expose Li Yihong in front of her so early.
After all, in the present world, she only realized their unusual relationship from the boat trip during her freshman year.
Fang Zhao didn't ask any more questions. "It's okay. Haha, eat skewers, eat skewers."
After saying that, Fang Zhao took a bunch of corn and took a big bite.
She had been craving this for a long time. The corns in Nanshi were fried one by one, but she hadn't seen this kind of corn fried by the stem since she started working. This time she had to eat her fill.
"Were you punished to stand in the corner this morning?"
An Huainan actually didn’t like eating fried food. He fiddled with the plate for a long time, then took a bunch of cabbage and took a small bite.
Uh, Fang Zhao was so immersed in the aroma of corn that she almost forgot that when she was standing there as punishment, An Huainan saw her outside the window.
"I haven't adapted to the schedule of my senior year yet. I was so sleepy during class that I accidentally fell asleep."
Fang Zhao felt a little guilty. She remembered how An Huainan had paid close attention to her grades.
Ever since his grades dropped to 200th in the grade, Fang Zhao was a little afraid to check his ranking on the school bulletin board. Following the ostrich principle, he would rather retreat than move forward.
And An Huainan, after every exam, would check his results without fail, and then come over to give a "lecture".
For example: Why did you do so poorly on the math test this time?
The Chinese test questions this time were very simple. How come you got such a low score? Bring your test paper here so I can see it.
What happened to physics this time? What did you use your brain for? Did that Wen Bo have such a big impact on you?
and so on.
Over time, Fang Zhao formed a habit. Every time An Huainan showed concern for her grades, she would feel inexplicably guilty.
Fang Zhao's guilty look still didn't escape An Huainan's eyes. "You didn't do any of yesterday's exercise book?"
As expected, Fang Zhao sighed. He still couldn't hide anything from him. He nodded in resignation.
"During future public study sessions, bring your books to the reading room and I'll review with you."
"ah?"
Fang Zhao just wanted to curse. No way, when she signed the contract, the river god clearly said that her fate couldn't be changed. If that was the case, why bother working so hard? The worst that could happen was she'd just stand in the corner a few more times. Wouldn't it be better to just let her be a slacker? Why force her to work the clock?
"Why, you don't want to?"
An Huainan put down the fried skewers, wiped his mouth, and looked at Fang Zhao.
"Yes, I do."
"Now your grades have dropped so much that you have to stand in the back as punishment. If you don't find it embarrassing, I do."
After saying this, An Huainan stood up and went to the window to get a takeaway bag, and skillfully packed the remaining fried skewers.
"Where are we going?" Fang Zhao looked confused. She had only eaten one piece of corn.
"Go back to the dormitory and sleep."
An Huainan stood beside Wang Yu's bicycle and gestured for her to unlock it. "Didn't you say you were tired? If you don't sleep, will you still be punished by standing in the corner this afternoon?"
Forehead----
As expected, I have no say in front of the absolute academic master.
In fact, Fang Zhao has a good foundation, otherwise he would not have sat at the same table with An Huainan for three years in junior high school.
In junior high school, An Huainan was a school idol. He came from a wealthy family, was handsome, and most importantly, had decent academic performance.
This was all well and good, because An Huainan's academic performance was so severely biased that his homeroom teacher once praised him as a "chosen liberal arts student." His physics and chemistry were incredibly poor, but his history, geography, and politics were incredibly strong. Together, these skills placed him in the 30s and 40s of his grade, and eighth in his class.
Fang Zhao called him "Eternal Eighth Brother" and she was "Eternal Seventh Brother".
So, the two of them sat at the same table for three whole years.
At that time, An Huainan was still bright and outgoing. He also did some childish things, such as occupying Fang Zhao's composition book and forcing Fang Zhao to write novels for him to read; the milk Fang Zhao left on the table, and every time she came back from running, only the empty bottle was left; every time someone secretly put a love letter in Fang Zhao's desk drawer, he would take it out and unscrupulously open it to read it, under the pretext of helping her "check it out".
Another time, Fang Zhao went to the bathroom and returned to see An Huainan taking a sanitary napkin from her desk drawer, examining it with a puzzled look. Fang Zhao's face flushed red as he quickly ran over, snatched it away, and put it back. An Huainan, bewildered, kept asking what it was.
Fang Zhao didn't answer, but later An Huainan seemed to understand something and he was not so presumptuous in rummaging through her desk.
At that time, Fang Zhao wanted to beat him up every day to vent his anger. Every time he heard others describe An Huainan as "a modest young man, gentle as jade", Fang Zhao couldn't help but roll his eyes. That means you haven't seen his arrogant side.
For dinner, Fang Zhao took his meal card and went to the cafeteria to eat.
Not to mention, I kind of miss the potato and beef noodles from the canteen.
Wangshan Middle School has two canteens, one big and one small.
The school-run cafeteria boasts large portions and low prices, but the dining environment isn't particularly pleasant. The so-called cafeteria is essentially a row of food windows next to the auditorium. During events, everyone moves their stools down below, transforming it into the auditorium. When there aren't any activities, a few round tables are set up, creating the cafeteria. To make it easier for the cafeteria cooks to clean, the cafeteria only has tables, no chairs. So, after getting their food, students have to stand around the round tables and eat.
The small cafeteria is outsourced. Relatively speaking, the dining environment is much better. There are tables, chairs, and even a small canteen. The food is also a notch higher than in the large cafeteria, but the prices are relatively higher. For example, a serving of rice and two side dishes costs two yuan in the large cafeteria, while the same amount costs five yuan in the small cafeteria.
An Huainan had never appeared in the canteen since his parents' accident. He and a short and fat boy in their class almost took turns to get a dish, and then each of them had a steamed bun.
At the time, Fang Zhao didn't know about An Huainan's family, but she had heard about it because the boy could apply for poverty subsidies every year. She just thought of An Huainan as a young man who would go through fire and water for his friends, and experienced the hardships of life with him.
Although I don’t know the exact time when An Huainan’s parents had the accident, the probability of running into him in the canteen should be extremely low.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhao aimed at an empty seat and walked over happily with the noodles in his hand.
Unexpectedly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, took a step with its long legs, and sat down in the seat she had just chosen.
Fang Zhao was about to lose his temper when he saw An Huainan's face. He turned around, took the noodles from her hand, and naturally placed them on the opposite side. He even thoughtfully shared the chopsticks in his hand with her.
"Brother, are you kidding me? To prevent students from falling in love prematurely, there are always one or two teachers watching over us in every cafeteria. And you're just sitting across from me so brazenly? If the teacher catches us, she's going to die!!!"
Fang Zhao wanted to take his bowl and eat elsewhere, but he stood up and looked around, only to find that there was no empty seat. He sat down again. An Huainan looked at him like he was stupid while eating his noodles.
Sure enough, a teacher saw what Fang Zhao and An Huainan had just done, and stared straight at them with his eyes.
Fang Zhao felt like she was about to be pierced through by that gaze, so she had no choice but to lower her head and desperately use her chopsticks to shovel noodles into her mouth. This was probably the longest bowl of noodles she had ever eaten.
An Huainan had his back to the teacher, and it was not known whether he did it on purpose or simply did not notice the teacher's gaze. He ate the meal leisurely, and from time to time he would put the beef from his bowl into Fang Zhao's bowl.
"Please, ancestor, just eat your food and leave me alone."
Fang Zhao didn't even dare to raise his head, gritting his teeth and warning An Huainan. But An Huainan seemed not to hear him, and continued to put beef into her bowl.
Sure enough, the teacher stared for a moment, then walked over. These two students were too bold, openly dating under her nose. She wanted to see which class they were from.
Fang Zhao wanted to run away. Every step the teacher took seemed like he was driving nails into the execution stake.
"Which class are you from?"
Fang Zhao immediately stood up, looking as if he was admitting his mistake.
"Teacher Cheng."
An Huainan greeted him, put down his chopsticks and stood up.
"Huainan." Teacher Cheng's mood immediately cleared up. "Eat more! Look at you, you're not gaining weight. If you don't have enough money, tell me. Don't let yourself suffer. Eat more meat, not just noodles. You need a balanced diet."
After saying that, she glanced at the meat in Fang Zhao's bowl, as if it would be a waste for her to eat it.
"Then you eat well, I won't disturb you."
"Goodbye, Teacher Cheng."
"Well, bye." After saying that, Teacher Cheng went to another place to 'supervise' in her high heels.
Fang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, the privileges of good students can be fully demonstrated everywhere.
Having unmatched grades in high school is like having unmatched connections at work. Rules are lifelike, but people are alive, and rules will make way for people.
"Eat quickly, then go to the reading room to review."
After An Huainan finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the garbage truck with his bowl. Fang Zhao then realized that there was not only a lot more beef in his bowl, but also a lot more noodles.
hateful.
Fang Zhao stuffed a mouthful of noodles into her mouth. If this was An Huainan's head, she could bite it apart in one bite. Thinking of this, she suddenly laughed out loud, attracting the attention of the people around her. She quickly straightened her attitude, coughed, and ate properly.
Fang Zhao didn't notice that in the crowd, Wen Bo's eyes were always on the movements on his side.
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