Love can wait, but not in the cafeteria.

A great country can stop for any humble life and still have a wish. At least a large group of people will believe it.

But try changing the title!

A great campus cafeteria can stop any humble student and ensure that everyone has a mouthful of spit.

Because America is too far away, any outrageous thing can exist and it is reasonable. But campus cafeterias happen every day, and no one understands the cruelty of it better than Jiang Nian.

Talk about your mother's love, you can't even have a hot bite of rice!

heitui!!!

Li Qingrong carried her badminton racket and went upstairs with a few girls. She was silent as usual. After putting down the racket, she said goodbye to the girls at the entrance of the corridor.

It has been fifteen minutes since school ended, and there is no one on the road in front of the school.

Going downstairs, Li Qingrong was wearing a coat and walking along the tree-lined path.

The autumn sunshine was just right, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes in comfort as she recalled the game she had just played. Jiang Nianhui was a good golfer, and he was evenly matched.

The cool breeze blew through the rustling leaves and everything was normal.

The wind was blowing gently, but the image of Jiang Nian's jumpscare appeared in Li Qingrong's mind again.

But she stopped inexplicably, stepping on the uneven floor tiles with her white sneakers. Beside the path, statues of Marx and Confucius were displayed left and right.

His white feather-like figure blocked the sun, and his short-sleeved clothes floated up, revealing his flat and firm abdominal muscles. His strong and powerful arms were used for violent smashes.

A badminton shuttlecock that she didn't catch broke, and after an interval of twenty minutes, it came with bursts of buzzing and breaking wind, and quickly passed by her ears again.

She blinked and saw nothing, only her heart beating rapidly. A sour feeling that she had never experienced before was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't describe the taste.

After a few minutes, Li Qingrong couldn't figure it out, so he slowly left.

The moment he lowered his eyes, his voice unconsciously sounded in his ears: "Monitor, you are also very beautiful at hitting the ball." He seemed to have noticed his new hair tie.

Did you praise it? It seems so.

She touched her hair tie and slowly walked out of the school gate.

After dinner, Jiang Nian went to the teaching building, picked up his clothes and wiped his body at the toilet sink. He took a handful of water with his hand and wiped it all over again, regardless of whether it would get wet.

As soon as the wind blew in the corridor, the whole person suddenly became clear.

Cool!

Anyway, after overexertion, my hands are a little sore.

If you don’t have Sister T’s life, you will get Sister T’s disease.

He shook his hand and thought about using the treatment this afternoon. I wonder if this side effect can also be removed. It should be possible, right?

It shouldn't be to the point of muscle strain, no.

Back in the classroom, after a while, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe walked in together.

Jiang Nian looked up from his seat and couldn't help but smile. He got up and left his seat, walked to them, sat at the table, and looked at Chen Yunyun.

"Your little sisters won't hold a grudge against me, right?"

Chen Yunyun was speechless and rolled her eyes at him.

"I don't know who asked you to hit me so hard."

"No." Wang Yuhe shook his head and said seriously, "I told you not to let me, I don't blame you."

"Then why are you crying?" Jiang Nian didn't pick up any of the pots.

Wang Yuhe suddenly suffocated, his face turned red and warm to the naked eye, and he was anxious.

"I remembered something sad."

"Oh, really?" Jiang Nian touched his chin and murmured, "I thought you couldn't bear it mentally, but actually you still need to practice your backhand."

Wang Yuhe didn't hold back for a moment, burst into tears, and dropped a small pearl while lying on the table.

"Jiang Nian, are you sick?" Chen Yunyun couldn't help but punch him, and turned to comfort Wang Yuhe, "Ignore him, Jiang Nian is dead like this!"

Jiang Nian laughed and took out two candies from his pocket and handed them to the two women.

"Don't cry, I'm just kidding."

"Take it away! Who wants your candy!" Chen Yunyun pushed away, pretending to be angry.

"Really? I want to add some sugar when I cry, and the tears will not be so salty." Jiang Nian smiled, looking completely inhumane.

Chen Yunyun: ".There is a reason why you are single."

"Tsk." Jiang Nian didn't care.

In fact, his relationship with the two girls is not bad, and he can make such a joke, and they have intersection on the weekend anyway. Things like beating the girl to tears are quite memorable to him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuhe really stopped crying, unwrapped the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Jiang Nian, how do you practice badminton?"

"How do you practice?" Jiang Nian tilted his head and thought for a moment, then made a swing with his hand, "I played a little bit, watched a few videos, and that's it."

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe suddenly choked up again.

To hell with all the talented people!

She is extremely talented in her own right, and she used to be very good at torturing girls. If she had known that she would not play ball with Jiang Nian, she would be so angry and humiliated. She was crying and beating her at the same time.

In front of the real talent monster, I seem to have just passed a threshold.
Chapter completed!