Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Chapter 43

Su Mianyang didn't have the habit of staying in bed. The high school student's biological clock made him wake up on time at six o'clock, but to his surprise, there was no one around him, and there was no body temperature left when he touched it.

There was no one in the bathroom, and the door to the room next door was tightly closed, and Su Mianyang didn't even think about going in. He quickly washed up and went downstairs.

It was the busy hour of the breakfast shop, and there were already many customers sitting in the shop. Song Zhichun was busy serving soup at the counter, and Xiao Lang neatly cleaned up the messy dishes on the table.

Su Mianyang walked over and held Xiao Lang's hand, and took over the job in Xiao Lang's hand, "Guest, we don't accept temporary workers in our store."

Song Zhichun next to him saw Su Mianyang going downstairs and said with a smile, "Take your classmate upstairs, I've been alone in the store, and I said I can, this kid insists on helping."

"Helping hands," Xiao Lang explained, "I can't just stay at your house and do nothing."

"Lin Kun should really listen to your words," Su Mianyang couldn't help expressing emotion, "The brat always grabs my chicken legs when he comes to my house."

The difference between people is indeed very interesting. If it is Lin Kun who is staying overnight, he may be able to sleep upstairs until noon.

But Xiao Lang was different. From the limited contact with Su Mianyang, he had figured out Su Mianyang's temper.

Xiao Lang doesn't like to owe others, he must pay back what he gives, and draws a clear boundary between himself and others. This kind of personality will not be annoying, and at the same time it is indeed difficult to get close to.

Su Mianyang didn't refuse Xiao Lang's help anymore, and turned around to help the customers in line to get change.

The two stayed downstairs for a while, and when the number of customers in the store gradually decreased, Song Zhichun rushed the two of them upstairs, saying that she could take care of it by herself, so how could she ask the children to help? reason.

The current passenger flow really does not need help, so Su Mianyang took Xiao Lang back to his room. There was only one chair in front of the desk, and he sat on the bedside and gave the chair to Xiao Lang.

Having nothing to do at leisure, Su Mianyang originally wanted to play two games, but when he turned his head and saw Xiao Lang turned over his backpack, he consciously put down his phone.

Ren Xueba studies, he can't sit by the side and play with his mobile phone.

Su Mianyang randomly dragged a paper from the desk, it was a set of political unit exercises, the subject he was least good at.

When I was in elementary school, I was given points for ideology and morality, but for politics in high school, I was given questions. You can write the entire paper without even a single seam.

Su Mianyang threw the paper aside annoyed.

Sitting next to him, Xiao Lang took the practice paper. He first carefully stretched and flattened the creases at the four corners, and then focused on the topic of the paper.

After roughly scanning the paper, Xiao Lang circled a few questions with a pen. He made a simple outline in the blank area on the front of the paper, and pushed it back to show Su Mianyang, "That's all for the test, just put in some effort."

Su Mianyang glanced at the outline, and was surprised that Xiao Lang actually marked the page numbers on the back, "You even remember the page numbers? Can you memorize all four books?"

"That's not true," Xiao Lang said, "For example, I can't recite the dialogues of the characters in the illustrations."

Su Mianyang didn't want to talk about the elegant and casual critical attack from Xueba.

"Ordinary students should be able to memorize it. Don't worry about the multiple-choice questions. For big questions, just memorize the template questions." Xiao Lang pressed the fountain pen between his fingers. It takes less than three weeks for the four books to be written down, from a chapter title to the minutiae.

Isn't this fucking Xueba's version of why not eat minced meat?

He asked Xiao Lang how he could pass the [-]th exam in politics, but he replied that he could write less than two multiple-choice questions.

Su Mianyang opened the political textbook in frustration, and compared each question by page number.

This point is the time when the sun rises high. After a night of heavy snow, the sky is brighter, and the sun's light falling on the white snow is a bit dazzling.

Su Mianyang raised his head and looked out the window. There were already children playing snowball fights outside. He was so fascinated by watching that he didn't even know when the pen he was holding fell off.

"Want to come out to play?" The sound of the fountain pen falling on the table caught Xiao Lang's attention. He turned his head, just in time to catch Su Mianyang's gaze before he could look back.

"I don't want to," Su Mianyang looked away slowly, as if he felt that such a thin word was not convincing, and he said, "I just like watching others play in the snow."

"Ok?"

"After that age, I don't want it anymore." Su Mianyang lowered his head and pinched the fountain pen again, "It's like this no matter what, if you don't get it at the age you want it most, you won't like it anymore even if you have the chance .”

When he was a child, Su Mianyang liked snow very much. The first thing he did when he got up in winter was to go out to see if there was any heavy snow at night. If he woke up one day and found that the outside world had turned into a snow-covered appearance, he would definitely yell and rush out play with snow.

Later, once when he ran home after building a snowman, Ms. Zhao covered her mouth and coughed before she opened the door before she could hug him. The situation got worse and worse. In the end, she couldn't even straighten her waist, which frightened Su Mianyang too much.

After Su Gu came back, he scolded Su Mianyang severely. Zhao Lanya was not in good health and coughed when exposed to the wind. Su Mianyang ran out to play with the wind and cold all over his body, and gave the cold air to Ms. Zhao. It's been a long time.

From that day on, Su Mianyang didn't come out to play anymore. If he was really greedy, he would lie on the window and watch for a while, and he would be happy to see other people's bustle.

A person's preferences will always change due to his changing needs. When the price of liking something is far greater than its benefits, the thing loses the value of being liked.

"I don't think so." A thunderbolt outside the window tore apart the sky, scaring Su Mianyang out of his sinking emotions.

Under Su Mianyang's surprised gaze, Xiao Lang met his gaze and said softly, "Perhaps when we get through that helpless age and get the love we loved when we were young, we will know how to cherish it more than others."

When he said this, Xiao Lang looked very serious, like a child who firmly believes in fairy tales.

The light particles are entangled in the air, Su Mianyang can hear the sound of electric current flowing in the lamp, the car downstairs is speeding past, and the orange headlights flash past, he suddenly heard another meaning from this passage .

"Xiao Lang." Su Mianyang called out.

"Hmm." Xiao Lang also looked at him.

Some emotion swelled rapidly in my heart, a drop of water fell into the full water glass, forcing the water capacity to an extreme, as long as there was a gust of breeze, the glass of water would overflow.

Su Mianyang swallowed, "You..."

"Bang bang bang", the door of the room was knocked, and Song Zhichun reminded the two of them to go downstairs for dinner.

Before Su Mianyang could react, Xiao Lang responded, then continued to look at him, waiting for the next sentence.

The sudden sound overturned all of Su Mianyang's emotions, as if a secret somewhere in his heart had been exposed. He stood in a panic among the messy ground, only thinking of escaping.

So he stood up, "Are you hungry? Just right, let's eat."

Song Zhichun's hospitality was praised by her neighbors since she was a child. She is famous for being warm-hearted in the family. Although Su Mianyang said that there is no need to make special preparations for the two of them to go out to eat, she still cooked three extra dishes.

As soon as she asked Xiao Lang to sit down, she picked up several dishes with chopsticks in succession, watched people eat them with joy, asked repeatedly whether the food was suitable for the taste, whether to cook two more dishes, and suddenly remembered something Get up to get a few bottles of fruit drinks.

Watching Song Zhichun leave temporarily, Su Mianyang waved the chopsticks in front of Xiao Lang, "It's new, I haven't used it before."

After Su Mianyang finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks and picked bean sprouts and celery from Xiao Lang's bowl to his own.

Xiao Lang was a little surprised, "Is this also due to your unique tricks?"

"No, I calculated it using probability." Seeing Xiao Lang's noncommittal expression, Su Mianyang couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You're quite an interesting person. If you ask if you want to eat the dish you like, just say yes. You can say whatever you don’t like, and you don’t like to let people know if you pick it too much.”

"I'm not picky about food, but I don't like anything in particular." There is another sentence that Xiao Lang is too embarrassed to say, that is, he only likes to eat what he likes.

Xiao Lang has no appetite, perhaps it should be said that in the short 17 years he has never met anything he likes or wants to stay for.

He doesn't like anything in particular. He doesn't like the common vegetables on the table. He likes the same dishes when they are cooked, but he can't accept the cold salad. No matter how delicious they are, he will get tired after eating two meals in a row. Use a few chopsticks to taste the ones that don't fit your mouth, and you will be "full" after two bites.

But he can't say what he likes, and he doesn't like to bother others. Ms. Pan asked him to eat whatever he wanted.

Ms. Pan had no choice but to judge what he didn't like to eat from the reduction in the amount of each dish, and she worried about him a lot since she was a child.

This is the first time anyone has seen his preferences from the very beginning of a meal.

"The picky eater didn't starve to death, so I'll die of it first, you stubborn mouth." Su Mianyang took a bite of celery and ate it. "I also hated celery when I was young. He said that celery has a strange smell. Do you think so?"

"It's not...the vegetables are hard, and it's tiring to chew."

Su Mianyang didn't know what to say for a while, "Your mouth is not a father, you should be a father."

Xiao Lang smiled and didn't speak, and responded with the joking title of "Master".

"Do you like dates?" Xiao Lang asked.

"I like it very much." Su Mianyang replied.

"Lend me your chopsticks."

Although Su Mianyang was puzzled, he still handed the chopsticks to Xiao Lang.

"I haven't had the soup yet." After finishing speaking, Xiao Lang used the chopsticks handed over by Su Mianyang to pick up all the dates in his soup bowl and put them into the other's bowl.

"Master, don't tell me you don't even like dates, do you?" Su Mianyang smiled helplessly.

"No... It's too tiring to spit out the core when eating the whole stewed jujube, and I'm lazy." Xiao Lang's expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to be joking.

"..." Su Mianyang.

This is the first time Su Mianyang heard that someone doesn't like a certain food because of laziness.

At this time, Su Gu came back from the breakfast shop in a hurry. Song Zhichun saw him and said strangely, "I forgot to bring my bag again, didn't I? What's the use of going out?", and then she handed the briefcase on the counter to Su Gu, and smoothly He straightened his collar.

Su Gu was in a hurry, and when he saw his incompetent son next to him, he got angry and wanted to say a few words, "I know that if I don't study, it's useless to raise it, and I don't know what I will do in the final exam."

Su Mianyang was almost immune to Mr. Su's words, and he answered angrily: "Yes, it would be nice to throw it away at birth, as if someone forced you to raise it."

One sentence made Su Gu choke, and he choked out a sentence for a long time, "If you don't study every day, you will argue."

"Uncle, I wonder if you misunderstood something?" Su Mianyang was on the verge of breaking out, and Xiao Lang who was sitting next to him spoke first, "Mianyang's final grades have improved a lot this time, and he is the first in the grade in history. "

In fact, Su Gu hadn't had time to read Su Mianyang's report card. He only knew that his son's grades were usually poor, so he preconceived that Su Mianyang could not pass the exam at the end of the semester, and subconsciously wanted to scold him.

After listening to Xiao Lang's words, Su Gu also calmed down a bit, but he still couldn't save face and bowed his head to his son after all, being used to being strong. According to Su Mianyang's usual impression, the score was ridiculously high, so he simply said, "Copy others Answer?"

Su Mianyang put down his chopsticks directly.