Lovely Allergen

When she hummed that little sentence, Le Zhishi was slapped on the shoulder by the senior sister, and when she saw her making a silent gesture, she pushed down the microphone column again, only to realize that she had made a mistake.

He kept apologizing afterwards, but the senior sister felt nothing.

"Not many people will notice."

Halfway through the show, they took a break during the music, and Le Zhishi's stomach screamed, and then the senior sister remembered that he hadn't eaten, "Ah, I forgot to remind you to bring dinner over." She took it from her bag. Take out your own lunch box, "Would you like to have some with me?"

With the lid open, there are translucent steamed dumplings with carrots and lamb, fried shrimps and cold and sour noodles. They all look delicious, but none of them can be eaten. Le Zhishi declined to say: "Senior sister, you can eat. I told me at the same table that he would bring me something to eat."

The senior sister thought he was just embarrassed and stuffed the fork in his hand. Lezhishi had to say that he was allergic to many things in it.

He didn't speak out about his allergens, because Song Yu repeatedly emphasized to him when he was at home that he should not tell others about his allergens, especially his severe allergies would be life-threatening.

"That's it." The senior sister had to give up. "By the way, I saw it when you opened the school last time. It's scary, but fortunately nothing happened."

correct. Fortunately, my brother is here. Lezhishi responded in his heart.

At the end of the show, the senior sister still gave him an apple, and Le Zhishi accepted it gratefully.

The evening self-study started in ten minutes. Almost all the classmates in the classroom were already sitting in their seats, and only the day-to-day students who were in charge of cleaning were still mopping the floor. Le Zhishi who rushed back panted and sat next to Jiang Yufan, "...I'm exhausted."

Hu Xuan in the front seat turned around, "Lele, we heard you broadcast today!" She gave a thumbs up, "Nice!"

Le Zhishi was very happy at first, and then got down, "But I had a lot of problems today."

"Hey, I can't hear it at all."

A boy in the third group stepped in, with a very obvious sarcasm, "I heard you who said that you can't hear it. When you are Lezhi, you don't think you sing very well, deliberately leave the microphone off."

When I was stabbed in the face like this, I was a little confused when I was Lezhi. He is not generally popular, he has no holidays with anyone, and he can't figure out what the situation is.

"Don't take care of Zhang Chen," Jiang Yufan rolled his eyes at the other end, and then explained to Le Zhishi, "He is crazy, and the girl he likes likes you, so he will be yin and yang strange to you."

Le Zhishi asked, "That girl in Class 11?"

Jiang Yufan looked disdainful, "No, I don't know how to let Zhang Chen know. This guy ran to Class 11 every day before, it was called a diligent, but the little goddess confessed to you, it's strange to be angry."

Who knew that Le Zhishi turned his face to Zhang Chen, with a serious expression, "Why should I be angry?"

Zhang Chen's eyes widened, "You ask me why..."

"Are you hurt?" Lezhishi asked again.

He was really curious, Zhang Chen was really speechless, only Jiang Yufan was happy to bloom.

Hu Xuan also helped Lezhi Shiyi and said, "Zhang Chen, I can smell the lemon scent on you every two groups. It's so sour."

Zhang Chen was furious, "Fart!"

The monitor patted the podium table and threatened Zhang Chen with his eyes. Seeing that Zhang Chen was so angry at Le Zhishi, he must have really liked the girl, so he thought about finding an opportunity to tell him that he was not with the girl he liked, so he could try again.

Besides, this doesn't work, you can change your favorite.

Jiang Yufan originally wanted to be on the line, think about it, forget it, and whispered to Le Zhishi, "Lele, I didn't buy the rice ball you mentioned. I rushed over after the get out of class. The boss said that there is none today. But I bought this for you, Dangdangdang!" He took out a box of self-heating rice from the drawer.

Le Zhishi was surprised, but his voice was low, "What is this..." He picked it up and looked at it with a look of suspicion, "Will Teacher Wang be driven out by eating this?"

Jiang Yufan raised his index finger and looked like the old **** shook his finger on the ground, "Don't worry, according to reliable reports, Lao Wang will definitely not come to study in the evening today. His car is no longer at school, and the office thermos cup is also brought. gone."

"But he said yesterday that he would study the papers for the evening." Le Zhishi remembered it clearly.

The bell for self-study in the evening rang, and Hu Xuan turned around and whispered to support Jiang Yufan, "Really. There seems to be something important to Lao Wang today. He was not in the office when I went to hold the homework, and you see... …"

She pointed to the podium, "The squad leader has already sat on it, and Lao Wang will definitely not come today."

"And I've bought the monitor for you, telling him that nothing happened in a while." Jiang Yufan raised his eyebrows, "How about it? You Brother Fan, am I still very reliable?"

"It's amazing." Le Zhishi gave him thumbs with both hands, and turned to look at the instructions on the package of self-heating rice, "I haven't eaten this before."

"Neither did I, but it should be the same as the self-heating small hot pot." Jiang Yufan shrugged, "Put some cold water, and then it heats up by itself."

"Fantastic..." Lezhishi carefully read the instructions, "I will go to the bathroom to eat in a while as an excuse."

"It's okay, they all ate in the classroom."

Le Zhishi shook his head, "You can't eat in the classroom."

The two played around for a while, and added water according to the instructions. Le Zhishi waited for his rice with novelty and anticipation. It was still flavored with fish-flavored pork, which shouldn't be unpalatable.

The bell for self-study in the evening rang, and the monitor sitting at the lecture table said: "There is something wrong with the self-study teacher Wang tonight, and it's not coming."

There was a burst of cheers from the people in the class, and the wave stopped under the squad leader's stop. Everything went as expected, and Lezhishi was a little bit happy again.

"I'll go out in a while and give me a bite." Jiang Yufan bumped his shoulder, "What am I going to taste."

Lezhishi said ok, "No problem, we will be one person for a while..."

Before the last word came out, Lezhi Shi was completely choked. Because a person he never expected walked into their classroom door.

A girl in the class whispered in exclamation.

"Song Yu?"

"Wow, it's really Song Yu."

Jiang Yufan was also startled, and patted Le Zhishi's arm violently, "Fuck, why is your brother here?"

Song Yu didn't take anything, and walked to the podium blankly. The squad leader seemed to have known it in advance, so he got off the podium and returned to his seat to make room for him. In silence, Song Yu unbuttoned the sleeves of the school uniform shirt and rolled up part of the sleeves.

Le Zhishi didn't know anything about it, and the surprise on his face couldn't hide it. The surrounding students also looked at him with the mentality of eating melons, as if the audience had moved their stools and picked up melon seeds before the show started.

Standing on the podium, Song Yu raised his head and looked at the crowd, “Ms. Wang has something to do and will be away tonight. In view of the problems faced by everyone, he asked me to help share some experience in preparing for the senior high school entrance examination.”

These remarks were very official, and Song Yu's expression and voice were cold enough, but he still made the students in the audience excited.

Although there have never been any school grass elections in the school, Song Yu's appearance is always the center of the crowd, plus his own inaccessible buff and the halo of Xueba, like this kind of close contact also helps. The treatment of self-study in the evening is simply a good thing that I dare not think about.

A girl in the front row raised her head and asked Song Yu, "Senior, why would Teacher Wang invite you over?"

Song Yu has a slight cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. He lowered his head to straighten the chalk box on the desk, and did not look up when answering her questions, but said calmly: "He used to be my head teacher."

"It's the same class teacher?"

"Wow... it's amazing."

"Then we are directly connected!"

Le Zhishi also found it unbelievable that they were actually the same class teacher. According to this, Wang Qian came to take their class after taking Song Yu to graduation from junior high school.

Also, every time their parents show up, Aunt Rong is in charge of him, and Uncle Song is in charge of Song Yu. They didn't say, Song Yu didn't mention it, how could he know.

Song Yu went directly to the topic, "The first class of evening self-study will focus on sharing. In the second class, everyone will do their own homework. If you need to answer questions, you can come to the podium to find me."

Jiang Yufan coughed, suggesting that Le Zhishi lowered his head and showed him the phone from under the table. The screen of the mobile phone shows the class group without the class teacher. Almost all the classmates who sneaked their mobile phones were gathered in the class group, chatting in full swing.

[Is this the day when our class's face value reached the top? ! ]

[Song Yu is really handsome, he is a frequent visitor to the confession wall]

[You girls are too nympho, you will look at handsome guys, speechless]

[Whatever you will look at handsome guys, we girls look more attractive to beautiful women than you guys]

[@Joy乐乐, I think you are still handsome, you guys stand up to you]

[There is a good show to watch. ]

[@Joy乐乐 Did you know he was coming? ]

How can it be! ?

Jiang Yufan lowered his head and quickly typed.

[I testify, Lele really doesn't know, we both thought that today was the class leader staring at the evening self-study. ]

The interface quickly pops up with new content.

[It’s crazy, didn’t he tell you when he came to substitute the class? ]

[Song Yu won't be embarrassed by Lele, right? ]

[I'm afraid of knocking on the door if I didn't do anything wrong? ]

Le Zhishi didn't want to look at it, and when he raised his head, it happened to meet Song Yu's gaze. Song Yu stared at people like a big cat. His eyes were cold and sloppy. He quickly lowered his head, put the comic book on the table and his sketchbook in the drawer, took out the teaching assistant, and made a The deputy is studying hard.

Although the chat group is in full swing, the atmosphere in the class is very quiet. Song Yu picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard.

"It is less than a year away from the high school entrance examination. The study plan for these two semesters is likely to change your rankings. So first of all, you must clarify your goals and develop a plan that suits your own situation..."

As he was talking, a strange voice suddenly came from the class, sneer, sneer, like a little train. Many people heard it and turned to look around.

The voice grew louder and louder.

The trace of chalk on the blackboard stagnated, and Song Yu's hand stopped. But he didn't look back, as if he could not hear anything, and continued to write down what he wanted to write.

The other students all looked at the source of the sound. Yes, the source of the sound was Lezhishi, or to be more precise, the box of self-heating rice in the drawer of Lezhishi's desk.

At this time, Jiang Yufan also turned his head and met Le Zhishi's eyes, silently uttered a frustration with his lips, and then wrote a sentence on the draft paper and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.

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