When he hummed that short sentence, Le Zhishi was patted by his senior sister on the shoulder. Seeing her silence, she pushed down the microphone column and realized that she had made a mistake.

He apologized afterwards, but the senior sister thought it was nothing.

“Not many people will notice it.”

Halfway through the show, they were having a break when the music was playing. Le Zhishi cried out in his stomach, and the senior sister remembered that he had not eaten, "Ah, I forgot to remind you to bring supper." She took out her lunch box from her bag, "Do you want to have something with me?"

The lid was opened, and there were translucent steamed dumplings with carrots and mutton fillings, fried shrimps and sour and spicy noodles. They all looked delicious, but nothing was something he could eat. Le Zhishi declined and said, "Senior sister, please eat it. I told my deskmate to ask him to bring me something."

The senior sister thought he was just embarrassed and stuffed the fork into his hand. Le Zhishi had to say that he was allergic to many things in it.

He did not speak out about his allergens for frankly, because when Song Yu was at home, he repeatedly emphasized to him that he should not tell others about his allergens at will, especially if he is still the kind of person who is seriously allergic to life.

"That's how it is." The senior sister had to give up. "I saw it last time you opened the school ceremony. It was so scary. Fortunately, nothing happened."

Yes. Fortunately, my brother was there. Le Zhishi responded in his heart.

At the end of the show, the senior sister gave him an apple, and Le Zhishi accepted it very gratefully.

Evening self-study starts ten minutes. Almost all the classmates in the classroom are sitting in their own positions, and only the on-duty student who is responsible for cleaning is still mopping the floor. Le Zhishi, who came back, gasping for breath, sat next to Jiang Yufan, "...I'm so exhausted."

Hu Xuan in the front seat turned around, "Lele, we heard you broadcast today!" She gave a thumbs up, "nice!"

Le Zhishi was very happy at first, and then fell down, "But I had a lot of problems today."

"Yeah, I can't hear it at all."

A boy sitting in the three groups inserted it in, with a very obvious sarcastic tone, "Who said I can't hear it, I heard it all. Lezhishi, you shouldn't think that you sing well, and deliberately don't turn off the microphone."

Le Zhishi was a little confused when he was stabbed in front of him. He usually had a very good reputation. He had never celebrated the holiday with anyone, and he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

"Don't pay attention to Zhang Chen," Jiang Yufan rolled his eyes at the other end, and then explained to Le Zhishi, "He is crazy. If the girl he likes likes you, he will be sarcastic to you."

Le Zhishi asked: "That girl in Class 11?"

Jiang Yufan expressed disdain, "No, I don't know why Zhang Chen knew. This guy ran to shift 11 every day before, so he was so attentive. As a result, the little goddess confessed to you. It would be strange if she was not angry."

Who knew that Le Zhishi turned his face toward Zhang Chen with a serious expression, "Why are you angry?"

Zhang Chen's eyes widened, "You ask me if..."

"Are you hurt?" Le Zhishi asked again.

He was really curious, Zhang Chen was really speechless, only Jiang Yufan was happy to bloom.

Hu Xuan also helped Le Zhishi and said, "Zhang Chen, I smelled the lemon on your body in two groups. It's so sour."

Zhang Chen was furious, "Fart!"

The squad leader patted the podium table and threatened Zhang Chen with his eyes. Seeing Zhang Chen so angry, Le Zhishi must have really liked that girl, so he thought to find an opportunity to tell him that he was not with the girl he liked, and he could try it again.

Besides, this doesn't work, you can change it to another one.

Jiang Yufan originally wanted to go against the laning, but he thought about it and whispered to Le Zhishi: "Lele, I didn't buy the rice ball you mentioned, so I rushed over after class. The boss said there was no today. But I bought this for you, Dangdang Dangdang!" He took out a box of self-heated rice from the drawer.

Le Zhishi was surprised, but his voice was very low. "What is this..." He picked it up and looked at it, with a look of suspicion, "Will you be driven out by Teacher Wang after eating this?"

Jiang Yufan raised his index finger and shook his fingers with an old god on the ground, "Don't worry, according to the reliable tips, Lao Wang will definitely not come to evening self-study today. His car is no longer in school, and the thermos in the office has also been taken away."

"But he said yesterday that he was teaching the papers in the evening study." Le Zhishi remembered it very clearly.

The bell for evening self-study rang, and Hu Xuan also turned around and whispered to prove to Jiang Yufan, "Really, Lao Wang seems to have something important today. He was not in the office when I went to carry homework just now, and you see..."

She pointed to the podium, "The squad leader has already sat on it, and Lao Wang will definitely not come today."

"And I have already bribed the squad leader for you and told him to pretend nothing happened for a while." Jiang Yufan raised his eyebrows, "How is it? Brother Fan, am I still very reliable?"

"So amazing." Le Zhishi gave him a thumbs up with both hands, and turned to the packaging instructions for the self-heating rice, "I haven't eaten this before."

"I don't have it either, but it should be the same as a self-heating hot pot." Jiang Yufan shrugged, "Put some cold water, and then it heats it up by itself."

"Magic..." Le Zhishi carefully finished reading the instruction manual, "I will take the excuse to go to the bathroom to eat in the bathroom."

"It's okay, they all eat in the classroom."

Le Zhishi shook his head, "You can't eat in the classroom."

The two of them fiddled for a while and added water according to the instructions. Le Zhishi was waiting for his rice with a novel and anticipated heart, but it was still the smell of shredded meat, so it should not be difficult to eat.

The bell for evening self-study rang, and the class monitor sitting at the podium spoke, "Teacher Wang had something to do tonight self-study, so I won't come."

The people in the class burst into a small cheer, and the wave stopped under the squad leader's control. Everything went as expected, and Le Zhishi was a little happier.

"I'll go out and give me a bite later." Jiang Yufan hit his shoulder, "What should I taste?"

Le Zhishi compared ok, "No problem, we will be one of us in a while..."

Before the last word was said, Le Zhishi choked completely because a person he could never have imagined walked into their classroom door.

A girl in the class exclaimed in a low voice.

"Song Yu?"

"Wow, it's Song Yu."

Jiang Yufan was also startled and slapped Le Zhishi's arm, "Damn, why is your brother here?"

Song Yu took nothing and walked up to the podium without expression. The class monitor seemed to have known in advance, so he took the opportunity to get off the podium and returned to his seat, and gave him the place. Song Yu silently unbuttoned the buttons on the cuffs of the school uniform shirt and rolled up some of the sleeves.

Le Zhishi knew nothing about this, and the surprise on his face could not be concealed. The classmates around him also looked at him with a melon-eating mentality, as if he had moved a stool before the show started and the audience was carrying the melon seeds.

Standing on the podium, Song Yu looked up at everyone, "Teacher Wang has something to do, so he is not here tonight. Given that everyone is facing the problem of going to school, he asked me to help share some experience in reviewing and preparing for the high school entrance examination."

These words were very official, and Song Yu's expression and voice were cold enough, but they still made the schoolgirls in the audience excited.

Although there has never been any activities such as school grass elections in the school, Song Yu looks like a crowd center, and he has a hard-to-get-up buff and aura of academic masters. Such close contact and help with evening self-study treatment is simply a good thing that he dares not think about.

A girl in the front row looked up and asked Song Yu, "Senior, why did Teacher Wang invite you over?"

Song Yu had a slight obsession with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. He lowered his head and placed the chalk box on the lectern table. He answered her question without looking up, but said lightly: "He used to be my class teacher."

"It's actually the same class teacher?"

“Wow…so amazing.”

"Then we're straight!"

Le Zhishi also found it incredible that they were the same class teacher. According to this, Wang Qian took Song Yu to junior high school and came to take their class.

Yes, every time their parents come forward, Aunt Rong is responsible for him and Uncle Song is responsible for Song Yu. They don’t say it, and Song Yu doesn’t mention it, how could he know?

Song Yu went straight to the topic, "The first class of evening self-study will focus on sharing. In the second class, everyone will do their homework by themselves. If you need to answer questions, you can come to the podium to find me."

Jiang Yufan coughed, implying that Le Zhishi lowered his head and showed him the phone from under the table. The mobile phone interface showed a class group without the class teacher. Almost all the students who were secretly carrying their phones gathered in it, chatting enthusiastically.

[Is today the day when our class is so beautiful?!]

[Song Yu is really handsome, worthy of being a regular visitor to confession wall]

[You girls are too crazy, they will look at handsome guys and are speechless]

[What do you think of handsome guys? We girls look more beautiful girls than you]

[@joyLele, I think you are still handsome, guys support you]

[There is a good show to watch.]

[@joyLele Did you know he is coming long ago?]

How is that possible!?

Jiang Yufan lowered his head and typed quickly.

[I testify, Lele really doesn't know. We just thought that today was the class monitor staring at the evening self-study.]

New content pops up quickly on the interface.

[What a mystery, won’t he tell you if he comes to substitute class?]

[Song Yu won't make things difficult for Lele, right?]

[Why are you afraid of knocking on the door if you didn't do anything wrong?]

Le Zhishi didn't want to see it anymore. When he looked up, he happened to meet Song Yu. Song Yu stared at people like a big cat, his eyes were cold and scattered. He quickly lowered his head, put the comic books on the table and his sketchbooks into the drawer, took out the teaching aids, and looked like he was studying seriously.

Although the chat group was very lively, the atmosphere in the class was very quiet. Song Yu picked up a piece of chalk and wrote in the blackboard.

"The study plan for these two semesters is likely to change your rankings, so first of all, you must clarify your goals and formulate a plan that suits your situation..."

As they were talking, a strange sound suddenly came from the class, which was hissing, like a small train. Many people heard it and turned their heads and looked around.

The sound became louder and louder.

The traces of chalk on the blackboard were stuck, and Song Yu's hand stopped. But he didn't look back, as if he couldn't hear anything, and continued to write down what he wanted to write.

The other students looked at the source of the sound. Yes, the source of the sound is Lezhishi, and to be more precise, it is the box of self-heating rice in Lezhishi's desk drawer.

At this time, Jiang Yufan also turned his head and met Le Zhishi's eyes, silently used his lips to make a sound, and then wrote a sentence on the draft paper and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.
Chapter completed!