Chapter 16 Treating you to something to eat
"You haven't left yet, why are you standing here! I'm scared to death..."
She touched her chest to help herself breathe, and put the garbage The bucket is returned to the classroom balcony.
"I'm on duty."
Su Chengyi put the eraser back on the table and threw the tablecloth into the bucket on the side.
Han Bing curled his lips and complained in a low voice: "I didn't even expect you to do it."
Su Chengyi did not answer, wrung out the towel and began to wipe the desk.
Seeing that he had entered the state of "not listening, not seeing, not knowing" again, Han Bing certainly would not ask for trouble.
She took out her mobile phone and played music for herself. Along with the songs of the Korean boy band that were very popular recently, she started sweeping the floor happily.
The electronic music was paired with the singer’s somewhat strange Chinese pronunciation, which made Su Chengyi want to laugh inexplicably.
But Han Bing was obviously so excited that she even used a broom as a microphone and started singing along enthusiastically.
“You are a beauty and I am a wolf!”
“Babydon’tcry!tonight!!”
“The black figure wakes up in my heart! From my eyes The passion is aroused!”
Su Chengyi felt that he couldn’t laugh alone, so he quietly opened WeChat on his mobile phone.
Unexpectedly, when I turned on the recording, it defaulted to the front camera, and at first glance I saw my face appearing on the screen.
He quickly switched to the rear camera, and then focused the camera on Han Bing, who was dancing.
Han Bing, who was immersed in his own world, made a chic ending gesture and suddenly spotted Su Chengyi's lens and screamed immediately.
"Stay away from illegitimate meals in my life!!! Delete them!!!"
A step too late, the video has been sent to Chu Qingmian.
Su Chengyi said seriously: "The rhythm of the song is pretty good. Is there anything quieter?"
Han Bing was caught in a second. She was very excited to cut a soothing love song and at the same time The volume on the phone was turned up a little louder.
"I didn't expect that you, who is usually silent, still have very good aesthetics! None of the smelly boys in the class would appreciate it!"
Su Chengyi nodded and continued to do his own thing.
Accompanied by the music and Han Bing's affectionate singing from time to time, the two quickly finished cleaning the entire classroom.
Su Chengyi looked at the numbers on the whiteboard and asked casually:
"Who is responsible for writing this? The numbers should be changed."
Han Bing was stuffing it into his schoolbag. The fifth book, after hearing him ask this question, he dug out a whole box of crayons from the bottom of the drawer without raising his head.
"I am responsible."
Su Chengyi lowered her eyelashes without showing too much expression.
That's the brand.
"Can you show it to me?"
Han Bing seemed to treasure the box of crayons and glanced at him warily,
"What are you doing? You like to draw Paintings, these are very expensive.”
She waved reluctantly, motioning for him to come and take a look.
"This is the lucky crayon my family Mianmian gave me. She said to use this to write the countdown for good luck."
Su Chengyi glanced at the rows of colorful crayons calmly, and each one was protected. Very good, obviously users take good care of it.
Except for No. 070, which is bright red and is the one used on the manuscript paper. The person who wrote it used a lot of force and the whole crayon became crooked.
Han Bing seemed to suddenly discover this problem, she exclaimed,
"How did this one become like this? How did it happen!"
She looked over it several times, looking very distressed.
Han Bing's behavior really doesn't look like someone who would do that kind of thing.
I had briefly doubted her.
Sitting on the subway home, Su Chengyi was still thinking.
The weather that was gloomy just now has cleared up again, and the rays of sunshine filled the road.
That person seemed to know the situation in the class very well, and knew that using the lucky crayon Chu Qingmian gave to a good friend to write the most hurtful words would be considered murderous.
Who could it be?
At the crossroads where the old city and the villa area branched off, Su Chengyi saw a familiar figure.
Chu Qingmian was standing there, looking down at her phone.
She had changed out of her school uniform and was wearing a pink lambswool coat. Her whole body was cast in a soft halo by the setting sun.
Su Chengyi did not rush over, but took out his phone and took a look at the message.
I muted the sound before, and I missed a lot of messages from Chu Qingmian.
The top two are the two messages I sent, "Thank you today. Are you free? Treat you to something to eat."
There are also pictures taken for Han Bing video.
The next ones were sent by the "Second Class Monitor".
“I haven’t looked at my phone. I’ve gone home.”
“Forget it, if you miss today, I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat it until the end of the year.”
“Hahaha.”
This is a reply to that video, with an emoticon of a rabbit holding a carrot and laughing.
"What are you still doing in the classroom?"
Several question marks filled the screen.
"Su Chengyi."
"You can donate your phone if you don't need it!"
"I'm freezing to death, you are so slow."
After taking one look at the girl's outfit, which was almost wrapped in a ball, Su Chengyi quickened his pace and walked behind her.
The video she just recorded was still playing on the screen of Chu Qingmian’s mobile phone.
Su Chengyi patted her shoulder gently.
“Oh my god!!!”
Chu Qingmian was so frightened that she almost threw her phone away. She turned around and saw that it was him, and turned off the phone screen in a panic.
"Why don't you make any noise when you walk? It scares me to death!"
The two of them were a little close, and Su Chengyi smelled the scent of fructose again.
This time it is particularly strong, almost like the whole person is wrapped in bubble gum.
Chu Qingmian seemed to have taken a shower, and the ends of her hair were still a little damp. The smell of fructose should be the smell of her shampoo.
Taking a step back and leaving the bubble gum range, Su Chengyi said slowly:
"What are you doing here."
Chu Qingmian looked away very uncomfortably and took out the strawberry milk hidden behind her back.
“I promised you, but I forgot to give it to you.”
“I do what I say, and I do what I say, not for any other purpose!”
There is no three hundred taels of silver here.
Su Chengyi reached out to take the milk and waved to her.
“Thank you, monitor, please go home quickly.”
Chu Qingmian’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“I’m kidding, I’ll treat you to something to eat.”
Su Chengyi turned around while suppressing a smile, and Chu Qingmian trotted after her.
"Hmph, you have some conscience!"
"Why do you guys stay on duty for so long? What does it have to do with me?"
"I am the monitor! Ask me what's wrong! What if you fish?”
It is true that the smoke and fire in the world are the most soothing to ordinary people’s hearts.
There are various food stalls hidden in the small alleys of the old city, and the shouts of the vendors are endless.
Su Chengyi lived nearby and was not surprised by these snacks. He led her around the alleys with ease.
Chu Qingmian is different. Many of the authentic snacks in her childhood memories have disappeared in the main city. They can only be sold in places like this.
So she was so happy that she bought everything she saw.
Roasted sweet potato skins, sugar-oiled fruits, small crispy pork, and small glutinous rice cakes with brown sugar. If she couldn't hold them, Su Chengyi asked Su Chengyi to hold them for her.
After walking and eating, Su Chengyi's impression of Chu Qingmian changed somewhat.
She seems... very good at eating! ! !
I thought that buying so much would waste a lot, but Chu Qingmian didn’t just take a bite to satisfy her craving, she really ate it.
Su Chengyi fell into deep thought.
But she looks very thin. Could it be that her metabolism is different from ordinary people?
If you have this kind of physique, you may be able to become a food blogger in the future.
After all, the food appearance is also very good, like a little hamster, the storm is sucked in, and there is no time to talk.
This is just right. It would be very embarrassing to be alone and have nothing to talk about.
(End of this chapter)