Chapter 6

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There are two canteens in Jinghai No. 1 Middle School, one large and one small, so they are named the big canteen and the small canteen respectively.

No matter which cafeteria, there are three floors. Different from the cheap ones on the first and second floors, there are fewer people on the third floor, and the dishes are rich and delicious. To put it bluntly, there is nothing wrong with it except that it is expensive.

Tan Feizhou said that he packed Fang Ling's lunch, and he did what he said. After the physical education class, he proudly took Fang Ling to the third floor of the big cafeteria.

Tan Feizhou stood in front of the ordering port, his eyes were already glued to it, "Fang Xiaoling, this spicy hot pot is delicious, do you want me to get you one?" Fang Ling looked over and saw

a piece of red and green.

Lotus root dyed with chili oil, boiled prawns, golden fried squid tendrils, and a big fat chicken wing... There are a

lot of ingredients in the spicy hot pot. Basically, it can be said to be stewed in one pot. chili.

So the colors are very bright.

Fang Ling only glanced at it before turning his head, "No, this is getting angry."

Tan Feizhou couldn't believe

it. At a young age, is it necessary to live like fifty or sixty? ?

But Tan Feizhou quickly figured it out, "Oh, I forgot that your chickenpox is not completely cured, so you really don't want to eat things that get angry. How about eating Malatang? The Malatang shop over there is delicious."

Fang Ling thought for a while and nodded.

So they both ordered Mala Tang, but compared to Tan Feizhou's bowl full of red, Fang Ling's bowl was much lighter.

He only put a little vinegar and a little sesame oil, and didn't add any other accessories.

Tan Feizhou complained, "Chickenpox is so miserable, I can't eat spicy food anymore."

Fang Ling said leisurely, "Eating too much spicy food is not good for the stomach."

Tan Feizhou took a sip of the spicy noodles, and the spicy oil was all over his mouth. He also said vaguely: "It's cool! It's cool when it's spicy!!"

Fang Ling also bowed his head to eat the noodles. He ate very well, he didn't gobble up like a hungry wolf, and he was not like a girl who ate in small bites. He ate very quietly, which only made people feel elegant.

"Creak."

After a dull sound, the chair next to Fang Ling was pulled away.

Zhao Shun held the dish with one hand and sat down beside Fang Ling.

Fang Ling looked up at him, and was about to speak when he heard—

"Ah Shun, shall we sit over there?"

Oh, the voice was very familiar.

It's Ji Qingping.

Fang Ling swallowed back what he wanted to say, and lowered his head to eat the noodles again. After sitting down, Zhao Shun turned his head to look at Fang Ling, "You are good at badminton, did you practice it

before?"

It's a duck's egg, but after recovering, Zhao Shun must admit that Fang Ling's skills are really good.

Eighteen-year-old boys are the least lacking in passion and fighting spirit.

Now Zhao Shun took the initiative to talk to Fang Ling, just to play a few more rounds with Fang Ling when he had time in the future.

At this time, Ji Qingping came over with a meal, and he was sitting opposite Zhao Shun, "Ah Shun, what are you talking about?"

Fang Ling lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Shun, "I have never practiced badminton before. "

"Before" did not practice, because it was practiced in "future".

Ji Qingping raised his voice, and he subconsciously said, "Impossible!"

He likes to play badminton, so he hired a professional coach to teach him. I have never met an opponent.

Now that Fang Ling said that he had never practiced, Ji Qingping's first reaction was disbelief.

Fang Ling had a half-smile, "Maybe it's my talent."

Tan Feizhou: "..."

I suddenly felt that brother, you are not that old, look at this pretense.

Ji Qingping had a strange expression on his face, as if he had swallowed an egg whole, but couldn't find the soup to bring down, and his throat was choked.

Zhao Shun believed what he said, because he himself was very athletic in basketball and understood the feeling of "extraordinary talent".

Zhao Shun's eyes were bright, "I used to think that you couldn't beat a fart with three sticks, but now it seems that you are not. You actually have special skills other than reading."

Fang Ling's temples twitched, and he suddenly wanted to push this guy's head to him on your own plate.

Oh, Zhao Shun, you old man who is forced to lie, you used to say that when I was studying, I was so focused that I had the brilliance of a top student.

For some reason, after Zhao Shun said this, he felt a chill behind him, and he couldn't help but turned his head and sneezed.

Ji Qingping suddenly said: "It seems that you will learn a lot, why don't you go to the Golden Fruit Club to play air guns together, winning or losing is not important, the important thing is to be happy." Tan Feizhou was stunned when he heard it

.

I really don't want to understand why this topic jumps up so fast. Wasn't it talking about badminton just now? Why did it go to air guns in a blink of an eye?

And being talented in the field of badminton doesn't mean that air guns are awesome!

Tan Feizhou looked at Ji Qingping and felt that the monitor of the class next door had abnormal brain circuits.

Reading is stupid.

Ji Qingping changed his voice, "Ah Shun, what do you think of my proposal?"

Zhao Shun sneezed just now, he didn't hear the first part clearly, only heard the second part, and said casually, "Okay!

" All the halls have to clean up the tableware by themselves. In fact, there is no need to bother, as long as the tableware is put into the designated recycling point.

Not far from the recycling point, a row of sinks were installed for students to wash their hands after meals.

Zhao Shun and Tan Feizhou were tall and had long legs. They put the tableware in two steps and walked to the sink to wash their hands.

Fang Ling and Ji Qingping were slower.

When putting down the dinner plate, Fang Ling heard Ji Qingping next to him say: "I saw the love letter you wrote to Ah Shun, you like him, right?" The

tone was completely declarative, as if he was talking about whether he had eaten today.

Fang Ling's eyes were fixed, and it took him a while to remember that when he gave Zhao Shun a small gift for the first time, he had indeed written a love letter.

It's just that the love letter disappeared, and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked for it. Later, because of time constraints, he didn't write a new one.

Now that Ji Qingping mentioned the love letter, Fang Ling guessed that the love letter should have been seen by the other party, and it might even be in Ji Qingping's hands.

Putting the dishes into the recycling box in an orderly manner, Fang Ling raised his head nonchalantly, "Oh, you said that, it was written as a punishment for eating while playing Truth or Dare with others." Fang Ling's

expression Very steady, even smiled at Ji Qingping at the beginning, very frank, without any shyness in his face or eyes.

There was some suspicion in Ji Qingping's eyes, and suddenly he was not so sure.

truth or Dare?

real or fake?

Fang Ling said again: "As long as you don't let Lao Zhang see that letter, you can deal with it as you like, otherwise Lao Zhang will punish me severely."

Ji Qingping's eyes became more and more suspicious.

Fang Ling looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"No." Ji Qingping looked away, and after putting down the tableware, he headed towards the sink first.

Looking at Ji Qingping's back, Fang Ling curled his lips into a smile.

Eighteen-year-old Ji Qingping is still too young.

Well, it is indeed hard to expect that an old man in his fifties will be shy because of a small love letter.

After lunch, Fang Ling didn't go back to the dormitory. He went directly to the classroom and plunged into the physics textbook.

Today is Thursday, and the monthly exam is next Tuesday, so he still has a few days to review.

Jinghai No. 1 Middle School has the best teachers and teaching equipment in the entire city A. The management and teaching mode here are also very different from other schools.

The physical education class of the third year of high school in other schools is occupied, and the third year of high school here can still have two physical education classes a week.

Other schools only allow the senior three to take half a day off on Sunday afternoon. The senior three in Jinghai No. 1 Middle School start their vacation after their Saturday morning self-study class, and come back on Sunday night for late study.

It is equivalent to one more day off than the school next to it.

Time passed slowly, and after Saturday's morning self-study, Fang Ling planned to go home.

The monthly exam is anxious, but family matters are also imminent.

Putting the physics book in the schoolbag, Fang Ling put the schoolbag on his back and left.

There is a bus stop at the gate of the school, and every weekend, there are a lot of people here.

Students in blue and white school uniforms swarmed into the bus. When the bus was full, they left. Those who didn't get a seat had to wait for the next bus.

Of course, there are also many students who choose to go back by bicycle, such as... Zhao Shun.

Fang Ling saw him at the door.

The tall boy was wearing only a short-sleeved school uniform on his upper body, revealing his two strong arms in the breezy autumn.

Zhao Shun's car is a limited-edition mountain bike of a big brand. The body is that cool black and gold color, and the rear of the bike can be unfolded like a lancet.

Six-figure mountain bikes that perform extremely well and look amazing.

Fang Ling glanced at Zhao Shun first, then moved his gaze to the side, and saw Ji Qingping as no surprise.

Ji Qingping was also riding a mountain bike, a white one of the same brand as Zhao Shun's, but it was not a limited edition.

Fang Ling stared fixedly, then looked away, and got into a taxi by the side of the road.

Fang Ling put on his

seat belt, "

Dijing Mansion No. 1. " The group of people who became rich in the city.

Getting rich early means accumulating more capital. Picking out any one in the No. 1 mansion in Dijing can easily beat the rich people outside.

But the current Fang Ling family is an exception.

Fang's mother was born and raised in the imperial capital, and when she was young, she followed her first love, Fang's father, to City A without hesitation.

Mr. Ye was so angry at the eldest daughter who never looked back, and let out cruel words that if she dared to marry so far away, she would not recognize him as an old man, and all cards would be stopped immediately, and the family property would be divided in the future. None will be given to her.

The eldest lady is full of her love, she really left everything behind and went to S City with her boyfriend.

Mr. Ye, who was already in a fit of anger, was so angry that he "does what he says" and really stopped the eldest daughter's card, regardless of the eldest daughter.

As for the house in the Dijing No. 1 mansion, Mrs. Ye secretly bought it for her daughter when Fang Ling's parents got married. Other than that, the Ye family didn't give Fang's mother any financial support.

Therefore, although Fang Ling's family lives here, compared with other household heads, they can only be regarded as ordinary families at the bottom.

The community does not allow foreign vehicles to enter, so Fang Ling gets off at the gate.

Fang Ling didn't go home directly, but walked to Block A23.

Coincidentally, when Fang Ling arrived, the gate of Block A23 was open, and the owner could vaguely see the house owner trimming potted plants in the front yard.

"Uncle Zhou!" Fang Ling stopped at the gate.

The man inside straightened up and looked towards the door. After seeing clearly that it was Fang Ling, he quickly put down the scissors in his hand, "It's Xiaoling, don't stand at the door, come in first."

Fang Ling walked in with his schoolbag on his back.

There are many potted plants in the front yard, each pot is very elegant, and orchids are planted in the corners.

When Fang Ling saw Zhou Xiangming, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If his mother hadn't died in a car accident later, this man would go to pay homage to his mother every year, and he tried his best to help him find the criminal evidence of those two people, and then pulled him out several times later. Ji Qingping specially dug the mud pit for him... He might think that this uncle who has always taken care of him a lot, really just didn't meet the right person, so he never married.

Compared with the gray hair later, Zhou Xiangming now looks very young. He is nearly forty years old, and he looks like he is in his early thirties. He wears a pair of silver half-rim glasses, and he is elegant.

"Uncle Zhou, I..." Before he finished speaking, Fang Ling was greeted with a cat trick by Sanhua who came out of nowhere.

Mao Mao's two hind feet stood on Fang Ling's shoes, and its two front paws lay on Fang Ling's school uniform pants.

Sanhua just went to harm Zhou Xiangming's potted plants, and her claws were stained with mud. Now she stepped on Fang Ling's shoes and picked up her pants, and Fang Ling's shoes and pants were instantly dirty.

"Oh, ice cream, you can't be so naughty!" Zhou Xiangming walked over and took the cat by the back of the neck, and lifted the three-flowered cat that kept meowing from Fang Ling.

Turning his head, Zhou Xiangming said apologetically to Fang Ling: "Xiaoling, there are wet tissues on the coffee table in the living room, you should wipe them first." Fang Ling looked at

Zhou Xiangming, and then at the little fish he had once fed. Dry Sanhuamao, nod in response.

Really had to find wet wipes, not just to shine shoes and pants, but to clean cat paws.

Fang Ling went into the house.

It wasn't the first time he came to Zhou Xiangming's house, he walked to the living room with ease, and found the wet tissue accurately.

Just when Fang Ling pulled out a wet wipe, he seemed to hear Zhao Shun's voice.

At first Fang Ling thought he heard it wrong, but when he listened carefully, it turned out that it was indeed Zhao Shun.

Zhao Shun's voice is very recognizable, and now he is in the final stage of voice change, and his voice is a little hoarse.

"Uncle Zhou, are you free this afternoon?" It was Zhao Shun who spoke.

Zhou Xiangming thought that Fang Ling would come to him, and he might have something to do, so he didn't agree to Zhao Shun directly, but asked him what's the matter.

Then Fang Ling, who had already walked to the entrance, heard Zhao Shun say in a reluctant and awkward tone:

"There is a little nerd in my class who plays badminton very well, and he pretended to be playing today! Uncle Zhou, I remember that you play badminton very well, can you teach me two tricks, next time I have to pretend to be back!!"

Zhao Shun had just finished speaking when he saw a boy in a blue and white school uniform come out of the room.

The man had a half-smile, and he had the expression that his father was about to hit him with slippers, "Zhao Shun, who did you call a nerd just now?"

Zhao Shun: "???"

Zhao Shun: "!!!"

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