a memo

Chapter 19 Misunderstanding
Living in a high school dormitory sometimes can really experience many wonderful things that "screenwriters dare not write like that".

One morning, I was having breakfast with No. [-]. I cut my hair short, and I didn’t sleep too much. The whole hair covered most of my face. I was so sleepy that I seemed to be eating breakfast with my mind.

I didn't wake up on the [-]th, anyway, after breakfast every day, my body is basically in the state of starting up.

Suddenly, with a "pop", I was slapped.

I woke up, more precisely, I was shocked. How can I say that I am not the kind of troublemaker in the class, and I don’t know many people in the other class. There's no need to slap me for revenge when I'm having breakfast in the morning.

Number six was also shocked, and I looked at each other in shock, and then looked at the person who hit me together.

A girl with a mushroom head.

She was also shocked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person!" The girl hurriedly apologized.

I said "It's okay, it's okay" like I would answer "I am fine thank you" conditioned reflex when asked "How are you?"

The little girl blushed and ran away in a hurry.

"Pfft..." No. [-] was inexplicably poked at the point of laughter, and started laughing.

I thought it was funny too, and laughed too, and then both of me were wide awake.

"I suddenly thought of a TV drama plot." I knocked open the tea egg in my hand.

"What plot?" No. [-] blew the hot air on the porridge.

"The domineering incumbent tears up the mistress in public."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..." I both laughed.

That day, I didn't feel sleepy all morning.

Another time was dinner, also with number six.

At the end of the period, there was not much money in the meal card, so I would save some money for dinner. A bowl of rice is the standard for the poor.

That time, No. [-] was ahead of me in the queue, and after finishing the meal, I went to get the soup.

I waited in line to swipe my card with a plate of donburi.

The boy in front put four dishes on a big plate, but he didn't take the white rice, maybe the rice was taken by his companion.

In short, the two of us looked like the boy took four dishes, and the girl brought a plate of rice, and then the aunt in the cafeteria regarded us as a couple.

The boy swiped the card and felt that the number he swiped was not right. He stopped in front for a while, and when I put the card on, the auntie in the cafeteria was puzzled: "Let's go, the boy paid for you."

"Ah?" The boy and I were dumbfounded, we looked at each other, and the boy and the aunt explained: "Auntie, I don't know each other."

"Yes, I don't know you." I followed up.

"Oh, I took it as you guys, sorry, handsome boy." The auntie smiled at me, and then took the meal card of the person behind.

We left the team, and the boy looked at the rice in my hand: "Forget it, I'll treat you as my treat." Then he walked quickly to the companion's place.

I hesitated for a moment, and slowly went to the place where number six was sitting.

"What happened just now? It took you so long to come?" Number six has been waiting for me to have dinner together, and looked for me in the crowd when I didn't come.

I talked about the matter with number six.

"Good boy? What else?" Number Six felt a little funny.

"I wanted to give him cash, but he left before I could say anything." I picked up the rice bowl, looked into the crowd, and suddenly saw the boy get up to get the soup.

"Hey, he went to get the soup!" I put down my chopsticks.

"Don't hurry up? Go up and ask for the name and class, then go back to the dormitory and get the cash for him." No. [-] has a rare IQ online.

I rushed over directly: "Hi, what's your name and which class are you in? I'll give you the meal money later."

"Class [-], Garridan" the boy picked up a bowl of soup and left.

To be honest, I don't even know his name to this day, but it's pronounced "Garidon" anyway.

I seldom carry cash and I asked No. [-] for the five yuan I borrowed, and because I was afraid of social death, I dragged No. [-] to find "Garidon".

"Do I look so CP?" I asked Number Six on the way back.

"It's the cafeteria aunt who is too gossip, and you still form a CP with her younger brother like this?"

(End of this chapter)