Although Dongchuan Middle School has its own cafeteria for students to eat at noon, not all students will choose to eat in the cafeteria. After all, the "black cafeteria" is the traditional culture of all schools in China. It is just outside the gate of Dongchuan Middle School

, on that small street, there are some restaurants that have been converted from private houses. If you go a little further, turn out of this small street and onto another road, there will be more restaurants for students to choose from.

The school does not force students to eat in the cafeteria, and this middle school does not adopt closed management.

So at noon, many students will choose to go out of the campus and go to various small restaurants nearby to eat.

Eat a bowl of noodles and a bowl of vermicelli sparingly, and order two stir-fried dishes generously.

Song Jiajia frowned and stared at the bowl of snail noodles in front of her, unable to hold up her chopsticks for a long time.

Hu Lai, who was sitting opposite him, was immersed in the big bowl and was eating happily. He was slurping noodles and snoring. He was the only one in this restaurant who ate the most delicious food.

Already.

"Hey, Hu Lai, I'm treating you to lunch today. Can we not eat snail noodles?"

"Why? The snail noodles are so delicious!" Hu Lai took the time to look up and replied.

"But when I smell this smell, I can only think that you are eating shit. Listening to the sound of you sucking, you are still eating thin shit..." After Song Jiajia said this, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, as if there were two murders.

His eyes shot over from behind the kitchen counter.

When Hu Lai heard this, he stopped using his chopsticks, pulled up the front of his school uniform, brought it to his nose and smelled it, then nodded and agreed with Song Jiajia's description: "It does smell like shit."

Song Jiajia felt that the gaze on the back of his neck was a little colder. He quickly lowered his head and held his breath to eat the snail noodles.

He was afraid that if he didn't eat, the chef's knife would be placed on his neck.

But don’t mention it, it smells like shit, but tastes delicious... This made Song Jiajia fall into a philosophical thinking: when shit smells like chocolate, it also tastes like chocolate.

, is it chocolate or shit? If it is chocolate, but it is obviously shit, if it is shit, what is the difference between it and chocolate?

Song Jiajia thought this while eating, letting his mind empty out, perhaps so that he could not care so much about the smell lingering on the tip of his nose...

After quickly finishing her noodles, Song Jiajia walked out of the snail noodle shop and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he pulled up the collar of his school uniform, went up to it, smelled it, and said disgustedly: "Damn, my clothes are also stained with this shit smell..."

After he finished speaking, he took off his school uniform and shook it, as if this could shake off the smell.

"I still don't understand, why do you insist on eating snail noodles today?"

Hu Lai hummed: "Of course it's useful!"

"What's the use? Are you going to kill Li Zhiqun? Although turning yourself into shit will make others afraid to step on you, but you are also shit yourself..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, fat man." Hu Lai rolled his eyes at Song Jiajia, then staggered towards the gate of Dongchuan Middle School.

Some students who have finished eating are also walking back to school. Of course, there are more people still wandering on the street in front of the school at this time. This is a rare lunch break, and they are not in a hurry to go back.

As soon as I walked to the school gate, I could see that the bulletin wall inside was already crowded with people.

"Has the school team finally posted the roster?" Song Jiajia relied on her height and tiptoed a little to know what everyone was looking at.

He saw that the spot on the bulletin wall was still blank, just like before they went to dinner.

"What? It hasn't been posted yet..." Song Jiajia was a little disappointed.

For every boy who loves football in Dongchuan Middle School, the list of new recruits for the school team is their biggest concern. I don’t know how many people can’t even eat lunch because of this matter, or even eat nothing.

Just waiting here.

These people therefore occupy a better position and do not have to stand on tiptoes or peek through the gaps in the crowd.

"Let's go, Fatty, let's go get a good seat." Hu Lai walked towards the bulletin wall and shook the back of his school uniform, and a smell of shit wafted out.

The smell drifted into Song Jiajia's nose. He frowned, held his breath as much as possible, and then followed Hu Lai up.

"If you can't even fly in, why do you still have a good position..."

He muttered behind Hu Lai.

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Li Zhiqun squeezed in the crowd and took a bite of the sandwich bread while waiting.

This is his lunch.

In order to occupy a good position, he did not eat lunch, but went to the convenience store in front of the school to buy this chocolate sandwich bread and a bottle of mineral water.

Despite this, he still failed to seize the front position - someone was more proactive than him, and didn't even buy lunch, so he just waited hungry. So now he can only squeeze in the crowd,

Eating "lunch" while waiting.

When he thought that he would become a member of the Dongchuan Middle School football team soon, he felt that the simple chocolate sandwich bread in his hand was even sweeter.

At this moment, Li Zhiqun suddenly smelled a strange smell coming from behind him...

He frowned and took a breath, then almost threw up!

He smelled like shit!

"Holy crap, who farted!" He couldn't help shouting.

Then when he turned around, he saw Hu Lai walking in from outside the crowd.

He had indeed walked in, because the crowded crowd actually parted on both sides of him and made way for him!

And everyone who made way for him covered their mouths and noses with expressions of disgust and disgust on their faces...

As Hu Lai approached, Li Zhiqun found that the stench became stronger.

Seeing the smile on Hu Lai's face, he suddenly realized it, pointed at Hu Lai and said, "Damn it, did you fall into the manure pit!"

Hu Lai smiled and said nothing until he came to Li Zhiqun, then he opened his mouth and said, "Please give way."

The breath spurted out of Hu Lai's mouth and hit Li Zhiqun's face.

Li Zhiqun was caught off guard and took a sip, almost spitting out the chocolate bread he had just eaten... He quickly covered his mouth and then pushed it aside reflexively.

"Thank you." Hu Lai turned to him and smiled again.

Li Zhiqun responded: "Ugh..."

In this way, Hu Lai and Song Jiajia swaggered through the crowded crowd and walked to the front, occupying an excellent position.

Song Jiajia turned around and looked at the classmates who were one level away from them, then turned to Hu Lai and said, "I know why you eat snail noodles for lunch... If I hadn't eaten it too, I wouldn't be happy to stand there."

Next to you."

Hu Lai crossed his arms and said to Song Jiajia with a smile: "You think I said eating snail noodles is useful, right?"

Song Jiajia tilted her head.

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After Hu Lai and Song Jiajia passed by, the originally separated crowd gathered together again, just like the sea water rising again after the tide ebbs.

He glanced down at the half of bread still in his hand, but what he smelled was not the sweetness of the bread, but the strong smell of shit just now...

The originally delicious chocolate filling seemed to turn into a thin cake under the influence of this taste.

"vomit……"

He couldn't eat his lunch today at all.

The angry Li Zhiqun raised his head and stared at Hu Lai's back in front of him with murderous eyes.

Then he snorted coldly in his heart.

He originally thought that Hu Lai would not dare to come here to see the rankings, but he did not expect that Hu Lai would not only come, but also be so high-profile.

Does he really think he can make the school team?

Impossible... How could he be selected for the school team? Which head coach would be out of his mind to select someone like him into the school team who just pretends to be a fake person...

The coach of our school team is said to be very qualified. How could he make such a mistake?

Humph, I'll just wait and see Hu Lai look like he's mourning for his concubine! Then in front of so many people, let that damn fat man hand over a hundred yuan on the spot!

I really have both dignity and respect, it’s so cool!

Thinking of this, Li Zhiqun's mood finally improved.

It seems that even the smell from the front smells better...

No... ugh!

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Li Qingqing also came to the bulletin wall, but she could no longer squeeze in. There was a dense crowd of people in front of that wall.

She came back after having lunch in the school cafeteria, and this was the scene.

She didn't plan to squeeze in, because even if she didn't squeeze in, she would know the result soon.

She looked outside the crowd, looking for Hu Lai.

But she didn't see Hu Lai in the end.

Didn't you come?

I finally calmed down and thought that it was definitely impossible for me to be selected for the school team, right?
To be continued...