Senior Sister Salt Department is Only Sweet To Me

Since he glanced at a little girl at the traffic light one morning last week, Meng Han has always been able to meet her again on this road these days.

Sometimes a car passed by a girl riding a bicycle on the way to school, and sometimes she saw the girl bowing her head to eat breakfast in front of the stall.

Although it seems that the little girl didn't see her.

They had never looked at each other like that again. Thinking of the look at each other that day, the sadness, panic and fear that suddenly flooded into their hearts. All kinds of emotions that were hard to describe were mixed together, and it was unfamiliar and heartache. It felt too bad. , so that she immediately averted her eyes uncomfortably and closed the car window.

At that time it seemed that the girl wanted to smile at her?

He wasn't very awake in the morning, Meng Han's eyes were looking at the scenery passing by the car window, and his mind was spinning. The girl somehow just didn't look at her, and it was particularly suitable for her eyes. Even watching her eating breakfast gave people a unique appetite. .

That dirty roadside stall is so delicious?

Met her again today.

When Meng Han sat in the back seat of the car and looked through the window, he suddenly felt hungry.

A ghostly messenger said to the driver at home, "Stop by the side."

Do you want to sit further away from her later? He didn't really want to look at her, but the feeling that day still made Meng Han's heart linger.

But as soon as I approached the breakfast stall, I saw the girl's hand pulling money into her pocket. After a long time, it means that she forgot to bring money.

"." Meng Han felt that maybe God just wanted to meet her, and it was necessary to meet her.

It would be fine if she hadn't met, but this happened. The schoolgirl from the same school was still wearing the school's red and white school uniform, and she herself was wearing the same blue and white school uniform. Inhuman, right?

She considers herself to be indifferent, but not cold-blooded.

"I'll pay for her." Meng Han approached, and first glanced at the various yards on the dining table, "I want a soup noodle too, braised beef brisket."

After a pause, "Small bowl."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Meng Han!" The girl's voice was soft and smiling.

Meng Han nodded, avoiding her without looking at her. She was not surprised that she could call out her name. With her popularity in the school, no student would not know her.

Seeing these foods up close is really unappetizing. She doesn't like this kind of street food at all, and she always eats food that looks very delicate.

In fact, she already regretted today's whim, and this regret rose to the top after she sat down and took the first bite with chopsticks.

I will never come to eat again, Meng Han silently commented in his heart.

Everyone's taste is different when it comes to eating. Besides, some people are born to eat better than others. How could she be so cute because of a little girl she doesn't know? And to think that I would also like to eat this ghost soup powder, it is simply evil.

Surrounded by the sound of people babbling noodles, the soup and noodles were mixed together in the bowl, the soup was covered with a layer of turbid oil, not refreshing at all, greasy in the morning, and the nose was full of rich oil. With the taste of chopped green onion and garlic.

"Sister Meng Han."

"Ah." Meng Han responded unconsciously, and when he looked up, the girl sat down across from her small table with a bowl in hand.

Well, it's just this position, you can't let people eat while standing, she endured.

The little girl's deer eyes were sparkling, and a small pear vortex appeared on her cheeks, watching her eyes glow.

"." Meng Han quickly came to the conclusion that she was another little fan girl.

Sure enough, the "little fan girl" gave her a cute smile, "Come on for the tennis match on Friday!"

"Yeah." Meng Han's heart suddenly moved slightly when she saw her smiling face, she covered up her chopsticks and took a mouthful of powder, and answered vaguely.

It seemed to be still a bit like the last time, but it was a little different. She didn't reject the little girl's eyes.

Even, a little bit. Want to keep watching.

Meng Han shook his head to dispel that inexplicable emotion.

Just an elementary school girl, or the kind of **** who blindly worships herself, what are you thinking about? Could it be that when the autumn arrives, the mood is beginning to hurt the spring and the autumn?

Shen Muyang slipped away her favorite soup noodles, contentedly enjoying the pleasant time of the morning with Meng Han. Naturally, she did not know that this senior who still seemed so indifferent, she was so narcissistic in her heart—already She was placed in the queue of her little fan girl.

Or Guan Moran's type, obsessed with worship.

Just looking at Senior Sister Meng Han eating slowly is still very noble and elegant. She doesn't eat human fireworks, but she really eats too little. Even the soup noodles with such a good taste are eaten very slowly.

It's almost like a god, no wonder he's so thin.

After eating a few more bites, Meng Han put down his chopsticks, walked to the menu wall next to the boss, took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and left.

Shen Muyang glanced at the almost untouched soup noodles in her bowl and sighed.

In the next second, the corners of the lips rose unconsciously again, which is good. Today is a good day. I have spoken to Senior Sister Meng Han. Although there are only two sentences, it is a rare improvement.

And the most surprising thing is that Meng Han, who is so indifferent, took the initiative to invite her to eat, and it was still on a table!

With a smile, Shen Muyang finished eating her big portion of soup noodles, got on her car, locked it in the school bike shed, and then returned to her seat in the class to sit down and read a book.

The curvature of the corners of his mouth did not come down until Guan Moran said, "Hey, Xiao Yang, did you see the WeChat I sent you this morning? The monthly exam is scheduled on the first day after the 11th holiday. , I don't even have a holiday buffer, so I'll just come to the exam after the holiday, can I still play with peace of mind?"

Shen Muyang thought to herself, I didn't want us to play at ease, shouldn't the school have to pay close attention to our high school entrance examination in the third year of junior high school?

"Ah, maybe I was having breakfast at that time, I didn't hear it." Halfway through the sentence, Shen Muyang reacted to something, a look of remorse flashed in the originally bright and complacent eyes, and her eyebrows quickly locked together.

"Oh." Seeing her expression, Guan Moran thought she was also very angry about it, and comforted, "Oh, don't be too depressed, we are all watching your efforts during this time, relax, you will good grades."

Shen Muyang ignored her and slammed her head on the desk in pain, chanting words.

"You idiot, what a great opportunity to eat at a table and pay for you, why didn't you think of taking advantage of the borrowed money to pass the trick on WeChat?"

Friday is coming soon.

The Friday afternoon of the junior high school is a special sports session. Jingshui still pays great attention to the physical fitness of the students. In the junior high school stage, which is not so intense, he deliberately set aside such an afternoon for the students to exercise and relax.

Students can go to the gym to do all kinds of sports they like without restrictions. Of course, if they don’t like studying, they can also study in the classroom. The only requirement is that they cannot leave the school.

Guan Moran's expectation for the tennis match is the highest among the three, and it may not be necessarily, but it is the most obvious. After all, Meng Han's breakfast that morning gave her another "little fan girl".

At the end of the last class in the morning, just as the bell rang, Guan Moran turned around and hugged the arm at the same table, for fear that Shen Muyang would grow wings and fly away.

"Xiao Yang." Guan Moran's dark eyes were extremely excited, and she turned to call Zhu Yu, who was about to get up to eat, "Xiao Yu! Let's watch the tennis match in the afternoon together?"

This is what they had agreed to before.

Shen Muyang turned her head and looked at Zhu Yu, both of them were a little helpless. She patted Guan Moran's shoulder with her other empty hand, "Go, but we have to eat first, right? We don't start until the afternoon. ."

The tone was light and a little indulgent.

Guan Moran said "Yeah" all of a sudden, and shook the arm holding her, "Well, let's eat first. Xiaoyang is so nice!"

Zhu Yu frowned slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't hold back after being silent, "Xiao Yang, why have you been so patient with Ran Ran recently? When you were looking at her with a fascinated tenderness, it was like Care. The mentally retarded expression?"

"You are mentally retarded! I have a good relationship with Xiao Yang, are you jealous?" Guan Moran immediately cursed back.

Zhu Yu rolled her eyes, too lazy to care about her, and continued to look at Shen Muyang.

Shen Muyang's eyes were bent, and she still looked patient, like an older gentle elder sister.

"She is still young, I let her."

As soon as the words came out, the two girls immediately fell silent at the same time, looking at her with some complicated eyes.

After a moment of silence.

Zhu Yu thought about it and looked at Shen Muyang cautiously, "Xiao Yang, you are two months younger than her month."

Since the day the school started, she felt that something was wrong. This Xiao Yang seemed to have changed her whole person. She studied so seriously, was she still the same Xiao Yang who didn't care about many things?

Moreover, his mind has become much calmer and calmer, and now he can't even figure out the age?

Could it be that he was stimulated by something to see through the red dust?

Shen Muyang's expression froze for a moment, and she quickly and seamlessly connected a funny and successful smile, laughing loudly, "I didn't say biological age, I said psychological age, Ran Ran's psychological age seems to be at most 6 years old, it should be Tell her to turn 6!"

How could she forget this, she is the youngest among the three!

Zhu Yu was stunned for a second, glanced at Guan Moran beside him, and laughed, didn't he? "Guan six years old!" The caller was cheerful and felt that Ran Ran was quite suitable for this title.

Ran Ran was unhappy and looked at the two laughing out of breath, "Xiao Yang, you are bad!"

Bullying her along with Zhu Yu, a nasty bastard, for her, she is still in the same group as Xiao Yang!

While laughing, Shen Muyang let out a sigh of relief, blaming her for placing too much importance on her reborn identity, and treating the little girls as mentally handicapped children.

How is it actually possible? In the third year of junior high school, at the age of 15, although I am not yet an adult, basically everyone is relatively mature in mind.

It looks silly, but it's mostly just because of her personality, and her mind may not be naive. People like Zhu Yu are even more sensitive and delicate, and they see things very maturely and thoroughly.

After the lunch break, the three of them came to the gym together.

There are already many students gathered on the side of the huge tennis court. It seems that the attractiveness of the school flower and the school grass on the same stage is huge. They are both at their youthful age. Who doesn't like handsome men and women?

After a short warm-up, the first match was Meng Han versus Xu Yan, which was the most exciting school flower versus school grass field.

Shen Muyang didn't know much about tennis, but it was really eye-catching for the two of them to put one piece together. They could only see that the ball was flying over and over. The two heavenly favorites played back and forth, leisurely, and very good-looking.

But... is this a little too pretty?

Saying it's a game, why does it feel like it's more of a performance, like two people are deliberately putting on a show, is it a friendly match?

She was silently muttering in her heart, when Guan Moran suddenly whispered, "This school grass is not worthy of our senior sister Meng Han."

"Huh?" Shen Muyang was a little confused.

"This game seems to be evenly matched, but in fact, the two are heating up the game for the next game, and they are deliberately playing to be very entertaining, but Senior Sister Meng Han has let the water go. She won the first place in the city's women's tennis singles in junior high school. Yes, the strength of the school grass is good, but the technique is still a bit rough."

Guan Moran looked at the two people on the field, commented and analyzed, and they were quite decent.

"Ah." Shen Muyang responded unconsciously, but his mind followed her words and thought deeply.

Sure enough, she is not always so cute and cute. When she is serious, she looks like a real thing. Obviously, she is so familiar with tennis, and she can see the situation of the game very thoroughly.

Shen Muyang felt that she really underestimated these children. She was actually a few years older than them. She really shouldn't be arrogant. As friends, you must be sincere, so how they should get along in the future is normal. It’s good to follow the fate, you can’t and shouldn’t treat people as children anymore.

Zhu Yu added a sentence aside, "If you really want to match, Xu Yan is really not worthy of Senior Sister Meng Han, but if you have to find someone from the school who can match Senior Sister Meng Han, it can only be him, family background, sports , study, the school grass is the second dazzling existence besides Senior Sister Meng Han, if there is no Senior Sister, his brilliance should be more recognized by people."

When Shen Muyang heard it, why did she think this situation was a little weird? It's so legendary, it looks so like the hero and heroine script?

After hesitating for a while, seeing Ran Ran's eyes focused on the field, she leaned sideways to Zhu Yu's side, and asked in a low voice, "Then the two of them didn't have anything. What?"

"No, the love history between the school grass and Senior Sister Meng Han is blank, rumors."

Shen Muyang looked at the handsome school grass swinging and jumping on the field, tilted her head and kept her posture close to Zhu Yu, biting her ears, "How do I see him being gay?"

Zhu Yu glanced at her sideways with difficulty, and finished what she had just said.

". It is rumored that the school's sexual orientation is actually a boy."

The author has something to say: Shen Muyang is thoughtful, if the rumor is true that the school girl likes boys, then should the school girl like girls? curious face.jpg