Flash little green plum

Lin Manman took advantage of the break to talk to Zhao Mengmen about taking Wang Yu to have dinner with her. Wang Yu was Lin Manman's friend, so Zhao Mengmen naturally had no objection.

So when the bell rang, the teacher said, "That's it for today, get out of class is over." Lin Manman grabbed Wang Yu and ran out.

Speed ​​determines the queuing time. When they arrived at the canteen, the three of them packed their meals in just one minute and found a good seat to enjoy their lunch.

After sitting down, Lin Manman also formally introduced Wang Yu and Zhao Mengmen to each other. With Lin Manman here, Wang Yu and Zhao Mengmen greeted them friendly.

Just when Lin Manman and Zhao Mengmen were enjoying their meal, Wang Yu had lost his appetite. He had just sprinted all the way to the canteen, which made him particularly tired.

Wang Yu looked at Lin Manman and Zhao Mengmen, who were also unable to run but were out of breath and didn't blush. Then he looked at himself, who was out of breath, and felt instantly weak.

"Aren't you two tired from running so far from the teaching building?" Wang Yu couldn't help but ask.

Lin Manman shook her head: "You're not tired. I've only run a few steps. I haven't warmed up much yet."

Wang Yuting was stunned, shocked and confused: "Isn't it right? Can't catch up with the warm-up exercise? You are too strong!"

Zhao Mengmen raised his head and told the truth calmly: "You are too weak."

Wang Yu: "..." The words of my new friend were like a sharp sword piercing my fragile little heart.

Seeing Wang Yu who was obviously injured and frustrated, Lin Manman comforted him: "It's okay, Wang Yu. I usually exercise with Lemon. I'm in good health so I won't be out of breath or tired."

"I usually do sports, playing basketball and so on..." Wang Yu added silently in his heart, I still have muscles.

Lin Manman explained: "Our sports may be different. Lemon and I both practice taekwondo, and Lemon has won many taekwondo competitions."

Wang Yu's eyes widened in shock. Could it be that he was hallucinating? Taekwondo champion! ! !
His eyes couldn't help but fall on the gentle and quiet Zhao Mengmen, and Wang Yu felt that he was frightened.

Lin Manman patted Wang Yu's arm and comforted her sweetly: "It doesn't matter, I will be with you from now on. I want to paint, so I am not a professional in Taekwondo."

Wang Yu: "..." It's okay not to give this comfort.

After lunch, the three of them went back to the classroom for a lunch break. On the way, Lin Manman asked Wang Yu what he thought of the food in the school cafeteria.

Wang Yu was still immersed in the deep blow from the two seemingly "weak women". He couldn't taste the food in the cafeteria. He ate it numbly and it still tasted nothing.

Seeing Wang Yu's "unconcerned" look, Zhao Mengmeng suddenly said: "There happens to be a competition next weekend. You can come and watch it with Manman. If you are interested, you can also practice Taekwondo."

Wang Yu suddenly felt flattered and couldn't help asking: "Is it okay?"

"Yes, it's a competition held by our club. You can watch it. It's relatively casual. If you want to sign up then, just tell our coach directly." Zhao Mengmeng said.

Lin Manman also agreed: "Yes, you will come with me when the time comes."

Wang Yu nodded happily.

The three of them returned to the classroom together and started taking a lunch break.

Wang Yu lay on the table, unable to sleep. Thinking of Zhao Mengmeng's invitation, he felt a little happy.

The last class in the afternoon was a self-study class, and everyone started doing their homework for the day.