I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 16 Treating You to Eat

"You haven't left yet, why are you standing here! You scared me to death..."

She touched her chest to calm herself down and put the trash can back on 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 softly: "I didn't even expect you to do it."

Su Chengyi didn't answer, wrung out the towel and started wiping the desk.

Han Bing saw that he had entered the state of "not listening, not seeing, not knowing" again, so of course he 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, and 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!"

"baby don't cry!tonight!!"

"The black figure wakes up in my heart! Passion is wiped out from my eyes!"

At such a good time, 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 happily.

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!!!"

Too late, the video had already 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 sing a soothing love song and at the same time turned up the volume on her phone a little louder.

"I didn't expect that even though you usually keep quiet, you still have very good aesthetics! None of the stinky 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 the fifth book into his schoolbag. When he heard 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 his eyelashes without showing too much expression.

That's the brand.

"May I see it?"

Han Bing seemed to treasure the box of crayons and glanced at him warily.
"What are you doing? You like painting. It's very expensive."

She waved reluctantly, gesturing for him to come over and take a look.

"This is the lucky crayon my 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. Each one was well protected, and it was obvious that the user cherished 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, and 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 didn'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, which had been gloomy just now, has cleared up again now, and the rays of rays fill 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 will it be?

When they reached 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 sherpa jacket, her whole body illuminated by the setting sun with a soft halo.

Su Chengyi did not rush over, but took out his mobile phone and took a look at the message.

I turned it to mute before, and I missed a lot of messages from Chu Qingmian.

At the top are the two messages I sent, "Thank you today. Are you free? I'll treat you to something to eat."

There are also videos taken for Han Bing.

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 how long it will take you to eat it."

"Hahaha."

This is a reply to the video, with an emoticon of a rabbit holding a carrot and laughing.

"What are you still doing in the classroom?"

Several question marks popped up on the screen.

"Su Chengyi."

“You can donate your cell phone if you don’t need it!”

"I'm freezing to death, you're 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 had just recorded was still playing on the screen of Chu Qingmian's mobile phone.

Su Chengyi patted her shoulder gently.

"Mom!!!"

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 sound when you walk? It scares me to death!"

The two got a little close, and Su Chengyi smelled the scent of fructose again.

This time it was particularly strong, almost like the whole person was 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.

After taking a step back and leaving the range of Bubble Gum, Su Chengyi said slowly:
"What are you doing here?"

Chu Qingmian looked away 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 do what I say. I don't have any other purpose!"

There is no silver 300 taels here.

Su Chengyi reached out to take the milk and waved to her.

"Thank you monitor, go home quickly."

Chu Qingmian's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I'm just kidding, I'll treat you to something to eat."

Su Chengyi suppressed a smile and turned around, and Chu Qingmian trotted after him.

"Hmph, you have a conscience!"

"Why are you on duty for so long? What does it have to do with me?"

"I'm the squad leader! Ask what's wrong! What if you take advantage of it!"

There is a saying that the fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the human heart.

There are all kinds of 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 through 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 meats, and small rice cakes with brown sugar. If she couldn't handle them, Su Chengyi asked Su Chengyi to hold them for her.

After walking and eating together, Su Chengyi's impression of Chu Qingmian changed somewhat.

She seems... very good at eating! ! !
I originally thought that if I bought so much, I would waste a lot. Who knew that Chu Qingmian wasn't just taking a bite to satisfy her craving, she was actually eating 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 awkward to be alone and have nothing to talk about.

(End of this chapter)