his little warmth

Chapter 133
The second day of the sports meeting.

At a barbecue restaurant in the snack street near Yigao, everyone made an appointment to have dinner together.

The self-service barbecue restaurant offers student discounts, which is perfect for young boys with big appetites like Zhuo Fan and Yang Qianyi, oh, and the tall Ling Huan.

Several people sat around the table.

The meat slices are rolling up and down against the hot stainless steel rack, and fragrant oil sizzles.

After eating for a while, Cheng Mu and Jiang Nuanxing arrived late.

Everyone paused, looking at the corners of Cheng Mu's raised lips, Jiang Nuanxing's red face, and finally focusing on the hands held by the two of them, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuo Fan diligently served a glass of orange juice and said, "Brother Cheng, you have finally reconciled!"

They no longer have to deal with someone's low pressure.

Yang Qianyi was also very happy and put in circles of pork belly to grill.

Only Ling Huan poked the meat in the bowl with his chopsticks and snorted: "Congratulations to you for kidnapping our Nuanxing again!"

The air seemed to be attacked by open guns and hidden arrows, and the smell of gunpowder was full.

Zhuo Fan was the first to block it, "Ling Huan, you have the nerve to say that! You dared to grab the loudspeaker in the broadcast room. If I hadn't covered your mouth immediately, the consequences would have been unimaginable, okay?"

It's okay if he doesn't mention this, but Ling Huan gets angry when he mentions it.

"Who told you to cover my mouth! Why didn't I bite you to death?!"

"Oh, please stop talking." Yang Qianyi smiled and made a small dimple, trying to stop the fight without any sincerity.

"Everyone is trying to reconcile them."

Zhuo Fan and Ling Huan retorted in unison: "No!"

Yang Qianyi: "Hahahahaha, you guys are so funny."

A few people chatted in a few words, and the atmosphere at the table became very lively.

Cheng Mu raised his lips and smiled, ignoring them. He led Jiang Nuanxing to sit down and asked, "What do Nuan Nuan want to eat? I'll help you bake it."

"Potato chips and beef." Jiang Nuanxing answered obediently.

"Yeah." Cheng Mu responded, reached for the potatoes and beef, held the tongs and roasted them on the shelf.

The oil is sizzling on the shelf. It's very fragrant, but it doesn't bake so quickly.

Cheng Mu took the orange juice and handed it to her, "Drink the orange juice first, aren't you thirsty?"

"..."

If he hadn't been pestering her like that, would she have been thirsty?
Jiang Nuanxing glared at him with some embarrassment, picked up the orange juice and drank it slowly.

Cheng Mu was in a good mood after being stared at by her. He raised the corners of his lips and rubbed her head, coaxing: "Be good."

The ignored people on the other side said: "..."

Forget it, watch them drink this cup of dog food for the sake of reconciliation.

It was a joy to eat a meal.

...

In the afternoon, the sports meeting will continue.

The boys' race was completed on the first day, followed by Ling Huan's girls' relay race.

Jiang Nuanxing wrote the broadcast script for her, checked it one last time, and made sure there were no problems before going to the broadcast room.

Surprisingly, only Zhuo Fan and Yang Qianyi were in the broadcast room, and they were busy organizing manuscripts.

Jiang Nuanxing was surprised, "Cheng Mu said you were busy with something, so you are from the broadcasting department?"

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Zhuo Fan stopped pretending, put down the manuscript, and sat on the stool as if he were boneless.

"What the heck, we just joined today, a busy new member."

Yang Qianyi also sat down and said helplessly: "Because we went to the broadcasting room to cause trouble yesterday, the prefect punished us to work here during the sports meeting and gave the students in the broadcasting department a day off."

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing didn't know how to comfort them. After saying a few words to them, he put the broadcast script on the table.

"Then I still want to watch Huanhuan's game. I'm leaving now. Come on."

The girl's figure gradually faded away.

Yang Qianyi lay lazily on the table, staring at the sky speechlessly at the piles of broadcast scripts.

"I originally thought about going out to have fun after the competition, but it turned out...it was true!"

Zhuo Fan was also unhappy, but he didn't forget the business, so he stretched his legs and kicked his stool.

"The game will start soon. Give me some broadcast scripts to read."

"Brother Jiang, take that envelope as well."

"Oh, by the way, there's also the one written by Brother Cheng."

(End of this chapter)