Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 8: Dormitory
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The cafeteria is very large, because ordinary students can afford to eat for 20 yuan, but they can’t eat every day, so the seats are not too small. But they are all small square tables covered with tablecloths. Compared with the long table downstairs, the seats are still much less.
Duguan had already occupied a position by the window early and had taken a lot of food.
Yu Tang took Song Xiao over and let him take a look at the food on the table: "If you still want to eat, you can get it yourself."
I don't know how Duguan ran. I knew it was the first one at a glance, because he brought the only carved flower on the dish. The golden prawns are adorned with radish flowers, and the celery leaves are placed on the braised chicken wings in the sauce. It is very pleasing to the eye. It is completely different from other people's mixed dishes.
Song Xiao saw that the things on the table were neat, so he went to get some fruits.
The most satisfying thing in modern society is that he can eat all kinds of fruits. In Dayu, fruit was not something you could eat every day. Even if he later became a queen, he had to look at the season and offerings. Often there were only a few fruits to eat in a season. Unlike modern times, no matter what season, as long as you want to eat, you can buy it.
Yu Tang is holding a glass of Coke, sipping slowly, his eyes are deep and his aura is natural. At first glance, he thinks he is drinking a good wine.
"Who is that? So handsome..." The position by the window is on a slightly higher platform, which is very conspicuous. There are sophomore girls who occasionally come for the tooth ceremony, and I saw the elegant noble son at a glance.
"Senior year, I haven't seen it before," said another girl at the same table, "Xin Ran, do you know him?"
As soon as these words came out, both of them looked at the third **** the table. Cheng Xinran picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth gracefully. When she looked at the person by the window, her eyes lit up uncontrollably before pretending to be Inadvertently said: "He sits in that position every day. You may not know that if you don't come often, that's the Yu family."
"Gosh, that's the Yu family you are talking about?" The two girls opened their mouths in surprise.
"Hush, don't embarrass me, eat." Cheng Xinran said to the two girls and asked them to restrain themselves.
"This is the top of the handsome guys. Compared to him, those four grasses are..." Before the words were finished, there was a sudden commotion in the restaurant.
I saw four tall boys who didn't wear school uniforms, walking in mightily, each with dyed yellow hair, very cool.
"Wow--" a girl couldn't help screaming.
Because "Meteor Storm" is popular all over the country, not only girls watch it, but boys also watch it. Some people start to imitate it. These four boys are the famous rich second-generation four-member group in the first year of high school. They also learned from TV dramas to let their family donate money to the school, and they don’t need to wear school uniforms.
Song Xiao was returning with the fruit, and when he saw the four people, he couldn't help but pause for a while, thinking where he had seen them. Suddenly, his head fainted, he staggered and almost couldn't stand firmly, and the cut dragon fruit on the plate slipped down.
"Swish--" A gust of wind heard in his ears, and Dugu appeared in front of him instantly, holding a plate in his hand, and a fruit that would not fall to the ground was firmly caught.
Song Xiao was surprised. This kung fu is also a great master in Dayu, and as far as he knows, martial arts skills have been lost in modern times, he couldn't help but give Dugu a deep glance.
Returning to the seat, Yu Tang pursed his lips and wanted to say that he could not hold a piece of fruit, but seeing his pale face, he swallowed the reprimand immediately: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I knocked my head some time ago, and I still have some sequelae." Song Xiao rubbed his temples, then looked back at the four high-profile boys.
Yu Tang didn't move the chopsticks in advance, but drank the drink slowly, waiting for Song Xiao to pick up the chopsticks, and said, "Eat." At the same time, he lifted the chopsticks.
Song Xiao felt a little dazed by such familiar scenes. He reflexively put a piece of chicken wings into Yu Tang’s bowl, and Yu Tang also naturally picked it up and ate it. After taking a bite, Song Xiao reacted. At the same time stunned.
"This chicken wing looks delicious." Song Xiao quickly grabbed a piece for himself and started eating.
Emperor Jing Yuan didn't like to eat chicken thighs, he liked the tasteful places like chicken wings and wing tips. However, it was indecent for the emperor to eat them.
"The emperor, eat the tip of the wings." In the palace, having a banquet, as a queen, you must do your best to give the emperor what he likes to eat.
The minister underneath took a look, shrank his head and didn't dare to speak out. The queen was so bold to even eat such scraps for the emperor.
Emperor Jing Yuan looked at the two wing tips in the bowl, glanced at the queen helplessly, and picked it up with golden chopsticks: "I will eat it for Zitong." Then, he would happily put it together with the queen on the table. Eat both the middle and tip of the wing.
Song Xiao is used to serving dishes to the emperor. For a while, I forgot that this is a thousand years later, and Yu Tang is no longer the Yu Jintang waiting for him to pick up dishes. The classmate I just met suddenly gave someone a dish, which was very abrupt, I hope it didn't annoy him.
Yu Tang slowly ate the chicken wings, but kept staring at Song Xiao, looking at his embarrassed ears that turned red quietly: "Thank you."
Because it is still summer, everyone can go back to the dormitory for a lunch break for nearly two hours after dinner. Song Xiao thanked Yu Tang for inviting him to dinner, and went to see Star Shu.
"Xiao Xiao, I found you, have you eaten?" Star Shu stood in front of the dormitory with sweat. The boss left after talking with the principal, leaving him alone to go through the formalities. , Clean up the dormitory, and finally cleaned it up, only to remember that Song Xiao didn't apply for a meal card, and hurriedly applied for the card. There was no one in the classroom.
"I have eaten." Song Xiao took the cards handed over by Star Shu. The meal card and the water card are the same, the door card for the dormitory, the access card for entering and leaving the school, the library card for library... …There are a total of seven or eight. Song Xiao put the card away and followed Star Shu to see the dormitory.
The dormitory of Saint-Mongolian High School is in very good condition. Each dormitory has its own bathroom and toilet. Basically, they are double rooms. Because of the late arrival, I was assigned to the last dormitory of the Specialty Class. There was already a classmate living in the room, and it was the brother in glasses who almost became his deskmate who didn't wash his hair.
The glasses sat on the bed, glanced at him, coldly hummed and said nothing. He got in on the basis of his grades. Because he was very strong in mathematics and was likely to win the Olympiad, he was assigned to the special class. He has always looked down upon these second-generation scumbags who paid for school.
"Hello, Li Bowen." Song Xiao remembered everyone's name in the class, smiled and greeted Brother Glasses.
Li Bowen was taken aback. He didn't expect this person to remember his name. The classmates usually don't play with him. Many people still can't remember his name after the first week of school. Brother Glasses scratched his head at a loss, and a lot of dandruff floated out.
In another dormitory, Yu Tang was lying on the bed and playing Tetris with an mp5 while Dugu stood beside him.
"Where does he live?" After inserting a long strip into the groove and eliminating four lines, Yu Tang slowly asked.
"In 531, share a room with Li Bowen." Dugu's dark voice was not as gloomy as he felt, but with a bit of low magnetism.
Yu Tang closed the game and frowned. Thinking of Song Xiao going to live with other boys in the future, every day when others look at his body, I feel agitated.
"Hey, my little attendant, I'm here to see your boss again." There was a noisy voice, and Qian Jiahui, a cold roommate, walked out of the bathroom and said while wiping his hair.
The deep black eyes aimed at Qian Jiahui, and Yu Tang squinted slightly.
There are three classes in the afternoon, physics, chemistry, and politics. Song Xiao listened very carefully. The tutor explained to him the modern examination system. It seems that the college entrance examinations are similar to those of the candidates. They are all taken in their own state capital. If they succeed in the examination, they can go to the state-run higher education institution—university. After graduating from university, you can get "cadre status", that is, gain fame.
If you fail to do so, there will be no fame, and your identity will remain ordinary people. With fame, you can change his household registration.
After studying for a month, I didn’t really master many things. Physics and chemistry are still heavenly books for Song Xiao, but he still takes notes seriously. With a hard pen, he uses a lot of hard work and writes very slowly.
As he was writing, a long, pitch-black fountain pen was handed to him.
Song Xiao looked at the finely crafted pen and the slender fingers holding the pen, couldn't help but look at it two more times, then turned his head to look at Yu Tang without knowing it.
"Use this." Yu Tang put the pen in his hand.
Song Xiao opened the cap. This is a soft-tip fountain pen. It is a bit tough to write, like that kind of extremely small brush. With this note, it really goes smoothly and writing quickly.
Just as I wanted to thank Yu Tang, the man handed over his book: "Give me a copy of the notes."
Song Xiao twitched his lips, knowing that this guy was not so kind.
An afternoon class was in Yunliwuli, and after three classes there was a large free activity break, Qian Jiahui went to the class teacher with a frustrated expression.
When studying in the evening, Teacher Jia called Song Xiao to the office alone.
"Qian Jiahui used to have very good grades in junior high school, but he was a little uncomfortable in high school. I wanted to find a student who is good at math to help him," Teacher Jia said to Song Xiao embarrassedly, "The teacher has criticized him. If you want to change the dormitory, you should say earlier, you have moved in, now it is too much trouble, the teacher respects your opinion, if you don’t want to change, I will ask other students."
"It's okay teacher, I can live with anyone." Song Xiao said with a good temper.
"Well, the teacher will go to the dormitory to help you move in the evening." Teacher Jia breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, Qian Jiahui came to her with tears.