Beauty Said She Had a Crush on Me

Chapter 8:

A whistle sounded, which was quickly suppressed by the huge cheers, and the other members of the law school ran to hug their teammates on the field. The Materials Academy is too weak, and the 5-0 score in this game is an ugly loss. However, the few goals scored by the law school were too wonderful, and the onlookers applauded vigorously and did not leave for a long time.

A beautiful girl rushed into the court from the side of the court and flew into the arms of a boy on the law school basketball team. The boy's strong arms caught the girl firmly, and the girl gave her hero a kiss and landed on the tip of the boy's nose.

Zhuang Lu looked at this picture and thought it was very beautiful. She applauded as if she had taken stimulants. The boy was the striker of the law school, the most dazzling sun in this game.

Zhuang Lu only looked at the young couple. When she took back her kind gaze, Wen Zhuo was surrounded by a group of girls.

Seeing this scene, Wu Nianxi, as Zhuang Lu's friend, naturally carried a resentment in his tone. "It's too popular, this Yingying Yanyan is really lively."

Zhuang Lu smiled nonchalantly and said, "That's right. He's handsome, nice, and he plays well."

Wu Nianxi's wet eyes cast a white eye.

"Hehe." Zhuang Lu grinned and smiled again, coaxing a child. "Are you hungry? Going to eat?"

Wu Nianxi glanced at Wen Zhuo, who was surrounded by the crowd, and at Zhuang Lu, who was focused on himself, and sighed for some reason. "Let's go, I want to eat pancakes."

The two left the noisy crowd, Zhuang Lu held Wu Nianxi in one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other to send a text message to Wen Zhuo - the senior kicked was awesome!

"Why?" Wu Nianxi asked.

"Praise the senior. By the way, the academic committee, I don't have a partner for the contemporary literature class, but I have already done it myself. Isn't it our class's turn for the next class? If there is no one, you can arrange for me. ."

Wu Nianxi frowned. "Why didn't you say it earlier, I can pull you to our group, how tired you are alone."

Zhuang Lu smiled. "What a big deal."

When the two walked to Degenerate Street, Wu Nianxi didn't want to eat pancakes anymore. The calories of pancakes were not low, so she hesitated.

Zhuang Lu didn't think of this at all. As soon as she heard that Beauty didn't want to eat pancakes, she went to her favorite noodle restaurant with her arms around her.

It was a small noodle shop. Wu Nianxi looked at the small shop curiously. It looked old and quite old. There were only four wooden tables in the dark room, and there was no need to take a number. A half-year-old boy Wearing a school uniform and holding two porcelain sea bowls to Zhuang

As soon as Lu and Wu Nianxi put them in front of them, they left without smiling.

Wu Nianxi handed Zhuang Lu the chopsticks that had been rinsed with hot water. "You come here often? Is it your favorite?"

"This is an old brand, and the taste is very authentic."

Zhuang Lu kept drinking all the noodle soup before burping. "It's still delicious! How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

Before Wu Nianxi had finished eating, she took a tissue and gave it to Zhuang Lu.

"I think this is the best noodles I've ever eaten." Zhuang Luba pursed his mouth and thought about it.

Wu Nianxi thought about it seriously while eating the noodles, "It should be the sixth noodle dish I've ever eaten."

"Ah?" Zhuang Lu said in disbelief, "What's in front?"

"Shanxi's knife-cut noodles, Yangchun noodles, Henan braised noodles, Wuhan's hot dry noodles, and Beijing miscellaneous sauce noodles."

Zhuang Lu's eyes lit up, "It sounds delicious!"

Seeing Zhuang Lu's face in reverie, Wu Nianxi couldn't help but smile.

Zhuang Lu watched Wu Nianxi eating noodles gracefully, without letting the place get cold, she said like a treasure: "I'm from the south, let's just say this product is different in Jinzhou City, the first product of Sanqianyuan is different. The crispy taste is slightly crispy, the egg taste is strong, it is not sweet, not too light, just not greasy, it is the best I think so far. The first product of the Jiahua Hotel has a hard taste, but the color of the shape is beautiful, and the taste is average. The East Lake Hotel's egg cake can be regarded as the second one. It is sweet, but this kind of sweetness is very gentle and sweet, and does not occupy the delicate feeling of eggs. And the brown sugar mochi, which is made by the most authentic ancient method. Sanqianyuan, I love Sanqianyuan so much, but the consumption is a bit high. The most innovative is a small restaurant near Fuxing Road in Beichuan District. It should also use brown sugar, but it should be peanut butter, sprinkled with hazelnuts, sesame seeds. The glutinous rice cake is too soft but not greasy at all, and the taste is very good. Mochi is a traditional famous dish in Zhejiang, southern Fujian and Jiangxi, you must have never eaten it?"

Wu Nianxi's eyes lit up, "I have eaten it. I did it once in the cafeteria before, but it was a little sticky to my teeth."

"Ah? When? I've never eaten the brown sugar mochi from Beijing University." Zhuang Lu was heartbroken. "I call myself a brown sugar mochi everyone!"

Wu Nianxi was amused by Zhuang Lu again, and the corners of his smiling eyes were bent, and his already beautiful facial features were soft and outrageous at once.

After dinner, while the sun was still bright in the west in winter, Wu Nianxi insisted on holding Zhuang Lu's hand to squeeze the road in the cultural square to digest food, which was called a walk.

Zhuang Lu's eyes were sharp and he saw Wen

Zhuo was wearing a cool leather jacket and walked to Degenerate Street with a group of boys from the law school football team. Too far away, Zhuang Lu didn't shout, just took out his mobile phone silently, but he didn't find Wen Zhuo's reply, the empty text message interface, and the empty praise.

"Zhuangzhuang, how about I call you Zhuangzhuang?" Wu Nianxi asked with a smile.

Zhuang Lu put the mobile phone back in his pocket, and Ben's frowning brows saw Wu Nianxi's warm and soft little face, gradually stretched out, and he was in a good mood.

"Whatever you want." She was still indifferent.

"Zhuangzhuang!" Wu Nianxi called out sweetly, as if he had obtained a secret key.

Wu Nianxi is Zhuang Lu's first female friend in her life. She doesn't know how to express it. She can only rely on Wu Nianxi. This is a liberal arts student. Naturally, it will not be biochemistry. It should be a writer's work.

Wu Nianxi especially loves the Book of Songs, and also prefers poetry. The current Qing Ci class is most to her appetite. She recites the same aria - Shi Zhi Dan Xi, which can still be said. It is impossible to say that the woman is long.

Zhuang Lu thought about it for a while, and then remembered that this was a sentence in the Book of Songs "Rogue", which persuaded women who were addicted to love. This had a certain overlap with her homework in contemporary literature. The same woman wrote, but one was about love. , one is life.

She clenched Wu Nianxi's hand slightly, looked at Wu Nianxi's eyes, and said in an inexplicably soft voice: "In contemporary literature class, the work I want to share is "The Woman in the Mirror", which talks about a passage and this There is a slight resemblance."

"I haven't read this one."

"I remember, I read it to you."

Zhuang Lu recited some verses that she had memorized in her heart with a tone she had never heard before, as if a feather gently pressed the environment around the two of them, until it shattered everything and rubbed it in the fallen leaves.

"-as if

The woman in the mirror used to wear clothes from the Book of Songs

Meet him at his own low wall

They say the next load of love stories

Do next

Three or five actions

They swear that its content is mainly

Men ask women to wait in peace

He must be standing tall

to marry. And the fact

As you can see

Woman in increasingly invisible body swelling