• Luo Nanqiu and Jiang Mo perfectly explained what "fireworks that don't eat the world" are.
• They did not yearn for the "poetry and distance" of the cafeteria, and they preferred to walk slowly. Luo Nanqiu also held an umbrella to block the sun very delicately.
• Not at all cowardly. There will be no food left.
• Because they don't need to.
• Luo Rong and Ji Yuntao brought two plates each, and when they saw them coming in, they shouted: "Brother Qiu - Brother Jiang - look, we helped you grab the braised pork!"
• Luo Nanqiu was obviously used to this kind of emperor-level treatment, so he took it calmly and handed the other plate to Jiang Mo.
• "This is not good." Jiang Mo said contemptuously.
• "Oh, no, we are good brothers who grab rice together in junior high school. He is in charge of being handsome and unrestrained, and Yun Tao and I are in charge of grabbing rice. Now that you are one more brother Jiang, our food grabbing squad has another face value, haha." Luo Rong waved his hand and said disapprovingly.
• Jiang Mo: "..." What kind of logic is this? There is a hair relationship between grabbing rice and appearance.
• But when he thought about it carefully, Luo Rong's brain circuit might really be able to link food grabbing with his appearance. After all, this person's brain circuit is really strange.
• Eating in the cafeteria of No. 6 Middle School is like a war. You come and go, and you die. Even if there are only two classes to eat today, this law cannot be escaped.
• This food-saving canteen is cooked according to the head. And it may be because the person in charge is more grubby, the dishes with better ingredients will be cooked less, so that there is such a simple atmosphere of grabbing rice.
• Many people took nine bulls and two tigers to solve their satiety problem. Only a few experts in Class A finished their lunch very comfortably and went back to class for a lunch break comfortably.
• For a class like Class A, especially when the study pressure is not particularly high on the first day of school, it is of course impossible to take a serious lunch break.
• I don't know who took the lead, this group of boring people took advantage of the lunch break without the teacher watching, and organized a class flower selection by themselves.
• This is very new, and it has been unanimously approved by the majority of bored people in Class A.
• When it came to the voting session, first a few people symbolically voted for several girls in the class. Every time they voted, Luo Rong, the self-styled host, solemnly drew a stroke with white chalk on the blackboard.
• "Brother Jiang, who are you voting for?"
• Jiang Mo didn't even bother to raise his head: "Whatever."
• "It can't be casual, hurry up, say one."
• Jiang Mo looked up at the blackboard, chose the girl with the least votes, looked at her name and said, "Xue Xiaomeng."
• "Zhang Yuan - Who are you voting for? Nominate Muse? Or our Kiki Muse?"
• Zhang Yuan held up his glasses and said to himself that I was not very interested, so he said perfunctorily, "I will vote for whoever Luo Nanqiu classmates vote for."
• "Wonderful! Me too, how about this?"
• "Yes, yes, yes, it makes sense!"
• So the whole class looked at Luo Nanqiu, waiting for him to cast his soul vote.
• Luo Nanqiu didn't pay attention to what they were doing, but suddenly more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at him, and he looked inexplicable: "?"
• "Brother Qiu, quickly cast a vote."
• Oh, and vote.
• No matter what he votes for, the pit deskmate is always right.
• So he called Jiang Mo's name without thinking.
• The whole class stared blankly at him.
• Jiang Mo's face turned black: "... Can you *ing figure out what you chose before voting?"
• The whole class laughed.
• Only then did Luo Nanqiu ask hindsight, "What to choose?"
• Xu Nian tried hard to hold back a smile: "Brother Qiu, choose a class of flowers."
• Luo Nanqiu: "... Is it too late to change it now?"
• Luo Rong said solemnly, "It's too late. We are very strict, and we have principles. And it seems that we didn't say that we can only vote for girls."
• Luo Nanqiu was still stubborn and said to Jiang Mo, "It's okay, I only have one vote." The most votes on the stage were seven or eight.
• Ji Yuntao added very thoughtfully, "Brother Qiu, the rest of them said they would vote with you."
• Luo Nanqiu: "..."
• In other words, his vote is the final word, right?
• The world was hot and cold, so Luo Nanqiu had no choice but to compromise: "Okay. Congratulations, Jiang Banhua."
• Jiang Mo: "..." There is something wrong.
• Luo Rong was about to laugh crazy, and he announced loudly: "Okay, the candidate for our class A has come out, and that is - Brother Jiang from Yushu Linfeng."
• In fact, he originally wanted to say that he was as beautiful as a flower, but he swallowed it back forcefully in Jiang Mo's eyes that he couldn't see his emotions.
• At this time, someone suddenly said, "The class flower has it, what about the class grass?"
• "That class of grass must be Brother Qiu, hahahaha -"
• Gu Qi made up Luo Nanqiu's brain circuit and guessed, "Could it be that Brother Qiu deliberately made Brother Jiang the class flower and then sat in the class grass position?"
• "That makes sense!"
• Luo Rong looked at Luo Nanqiu with a wicked smile: "I never thought that Brother Qiu, you are such a scheming boy."
• Luo Nanqiu: "... What nonsense."
• "Hahahahaha."
• "Sleepy, be quiet." Luo Nanqiu forced them to shut up.
• The group finally quieted down after such an aura monitor spoke, and they obediently lay down on the table for a lunch break.
• Luo Nanqiu turned around and found that Jiang Mo was looking at him expressionlessly.
• Luo Nanqiu said calmly, "Jiang Banhua, rest quickly."
• Jiang Mo: "..." Try calling again.
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