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He was puzzled, and then he saw Xiao Xiaoxiao's long eyelashes tremble, and then she opened her eyes.
Seeing Han Zhou, Xiao Xiaoxiao didn't seem surprised at all. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, then raised her head with difficulty, looking like she hadn't gotten enough sleep.
"morning."
This gentle greeting made Han Zhou, who was about to look away, stunned for two seconds. He hesitated and said, "Are you talking to me?"
"if not?"
Xiao Xiaoxiao stared at Lao Yan on the stage, and when he wasn't paying attention, she hid behind the classmate in front of her and stretched lazily.
Han Zhou was stunned. According to the normal development, shouldn't this guy frown at this time and ask him unhappily why he was here? How could he greet him in a nice tone?
He was really a little uncomfortable, so he lowered his voice and said, "It's getting late, and the second class is almost over."
"I usually get up at this time." Xiao Xiaoxiao raised her chin, "It's not even ten o'clock yet."
"You are getting too proud." Han Zhou said unhappily, "If I hadn't covered for you several times just now, you would have been discovered long ago."
"Cover? What cover?"
Xiao Xiaoxiao looked puzzled. Seeing that Han Zhou didn't answer, she turned to look at Zhou Ting on the other side.
Zhou Ting smiled bitterly and said, "Old Yan looked over here several times just now, so Han Zhou covered your head with the book..."
"Humph."
Xiao Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, glared at Han Zhou fiercely, and then said "thank you" reluctantly.
Han Zhou was completely shocked and asked in astonishment: "You are not angry?"
Something is wrong, so wrong.
"Why should I be angry when you helped me?"
Xiao Xiaoxiao looked at him with a look that said, "You are such a weird guy." Then she craned her neck to look at the pages of his book, opened it, and asked, "Where are you at?"
"here."
Han Zhou pointed to a place in the book. The more he looked, the more he felt that Xiao Xiaoxiao was a little strange today.
Could it be that after waking up, this guy not only doesn't feel grumpy, but his temper becomes even better?
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 238 Do you want to eat?
After the daytime classes ended, Han Zhou returned to the dormitory, then pushed his cart to set up a stall outside the school like he did yesterday, and sent a message to Guzheng on the way.
Since joining the dance club, Guzheng has to take time out every week to go to the dance studio to practice. Now he has to go out to set up a stall, so their afternoon schedules are basically staggered and they can no longer have dinner together every day.
However, in Han Zhou's opinion, this is not a bad thing. Eating together is one of the ways to enhance relationships. Guzheng should also have her own social circle. Taking some time to eat with roommates and classmates is conducive to maintaining relationships with others, and maybe she can make new friends from the club.
We don't have to get along very well, but at least we can't be isolated. However, from the current situation, Guzheng seems to get along well with her roommate.
After all, college is different from high school. There is competition, but grades are not taken so seriously. Everyone has a calm mindset. As long as you don't disturb others, it's your own business whether to take the open-book exam or the open-book exam. No one will be dissatisfied with others because they work too hard.
Otherwise the library would have been blown up long ago.
Moreover, the students who can be admitted to Linyi University are all top students, at least in terms of study. After all, only a few of them complain about their fate. No one will feel that they are inferior to others. If you can't compare with others in talent, then you can compare with hard work. This kind of atmosphere is a very good environment for Guzheng.
As for those who once had complaints or dissatisfaction with her, they may have now gone to the relaxed environment they wanted and are living the life they wanted.
Thinking of this, Han Zhou suddenly agreed with the words that high school teachers often said -
The essence of the college entrance examination is a screening.
Although the basis for selection is cold and rigid academic performance, under the same educational conditions, the level of academic performance can sometimes be telling - for example, it can distinguish those who work hard from those who don't.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that people with good grades necessarily work hard, and people with poor grades necessarily don’t work hard. Some people may have nothing but their grades, and some people’s talents may not lie in studying. But in general, this screening method is obviously meaningful.
But at the same time, Han Zhou also agrees with another saying circulating on the Internet -
The college entrance examination can filter out poor students, but it cannot filter out scumbags.
Of course, we can’t filter out scumbags.
Pushing the cart to the place where the stall was set up yesterday, Han Zhou saw at a glance the two women who were the first to buy starch sausage yesterday. They were standing on the roadside, talking and laughing, looking very leisurely.
He pushed the cart over, curious whether the two men had already finished get off work. If they could get off work at five o'clock, he might be as happy as well.
"Classmate, you are finally here."
Seeing him appear, the two women seemed quite excited. Han Zhou was a little surprised and asked in confusion: "Are you waiting for me here?"
"You can say that, but we didn't wait too long, probably only about ten minutes," replied the senior who was a grade older than him.
Han Zhou nodded, parked the cart, and asked as he placed various items on the stall: "I'm curious about what kind of job allows you to get off work at four o'clock."
It's just past five o'clock now. The two of them have been waiting for him for more than ten minutes. Taking into account the time they left the company, it means they got off work at around four o'clock.
The two women were stunned for a moment. The senior student didn't say anything, and then she heard her colleague say with a smile: "What are you talking about? It's still early for us to get off work. It's just that our job is to wander around outside. If you are interested, I can recommend you to our boss."
"I'll consider it after I graduate." Han Zhou declined. He was just asking casually, he didn't really want to be an employee.
"It might be too late to wait until you graduate." The woman smiled, and when she saw him heating up the oil, she asked curiously, "By the way, classmate, do you only sell starch sausages here?"
"Correct."
"That's a shame. I was planning to change my taste today."
"Tired of eating?"
"How is that possible? Today is the same as yesterday. Give us five more skewers each!"
As this heroic shout rang out, more and more customers came to Han Zhou's stall, many of whom were customers who failed to buy starch sausage yesterday. Most of them came very early today, looking determined to get the starch sausage.
The other part is new customers who are attracted by this scene. They have heard that the fried starch sausage here is extremely delicious. They can be said to be both curious and disdainful. Most of them are taking a wait-and-see attitude and plan to try it themselves before making a judgment.
In addition, there are some customers who are fans of Han Zhou’s appearance, and women make up the majority of them. For these people, starch sausage is not the most important thing. What is important is to see the handsome guy up close.
Han Zhou's basic charm has now reached eight points, and with the enhancement of "passionate youth", his appeal has surpassed before. There are many customers who think "come closer to see more of this handsome guy's face".
Compared to yesterday, customers gathered too quickly today. Han Zhou didn't even have the chance to find time to read a book. He basically kept repeating the actions of throwing away and picking up the starch sausages.
He suddenly became a little worried that the 500 starch sausages he brought today might not be enough.
Customers came and went, and Han Zhou was busy as hell, but he enjoyed it. However, since he didn't even have time to look around, he didn't notice that a girl appeared under the street light in the distance, quietly looking at him across the street.
It gets dark quickly in October. The girl stood there until the street lights came on and did not leave, as if she was completely unaware of the passage of time.
Han Zhou also didn't notice the passage of time, or he simply didn't have the time to care about time.
He only knew one thing—the starch sausage he brought today was indeed not enough.
I was busy from five o'clock to seven-thirty, and in just less than two and a half hours, all the five hundred starch sausages I brought were sold out.
Han Zhou sincerely apologized to the customers who did not buy starch sausage this time, promised to prepare more next time, and then packed up his stall and prepared to leave.
He raised his arms and stretched, twisting his sore neck. As his eyes moved, he finally saw the girl standing under the street light.
The autumn night wind was slightly cool, making the girl's hair a little messy. The street lights were unusually bright, like the most conspicuous spotlight, focusing on that pitiful face.
It was Wang Lengqiu.
When Han Zhou saw Wang Lengqiu, he was stunned at first, and then as if he had expected it, he sighed and took out two fried starch sausages hidden in the box, threw them into the pot to heat them, threaded them with bamboo sticks, and then picked them up and walked to the girl.
This guy is really a psychopath... he thought.
As early as when Wang Lengqiu asked him yesterday whether he would come out today, he had expected that the other party might come. He just didn't expect that this guy would actually stand far away under the street light. It seemed that he had been standing there for a long time and didn't even notice there was a leaf on his head.
"Have you had dinner?"
I originally wanted to ask Wang Lengqiu in a stern tone what he wanted to do, but when the words came to my lips, they turned into a simple question without much emotion.
Han Zhou was certain that this girl must have a skill called "pitying her", which made it difficult for people to get angry with her.
Wang Lengqiu looked at him expressionlessly and shook his head slightly.
"You didn't even have dinner and came to see me working part-time. Do you have that much free time?"
Han Zhou felt a headache and handed her the starch sausage in his hand, saying unhappily, "Take it and eat it. It will fill your stomach."
Wang Lengqiu stared at him for a while, then reached out to take the starch sausage, but only took one string.
"Thank you."
"Take them all. These two strings are reserved for you."
Han Zhou raised his hand and looked around like a guilty thief, signaling her to take the other string quickly.
"Didn't you eat either?" Wang Lengqiu asked.
"I'll eat it...Okay, I didn't eat it, I'll eat it when I get back later, anyway, you can take this bunch quickly."
Han Zhou urged nervously, fearing that the customers who had just failed to buy starch sausage would see this scene.
"Thank you."
Perhaps sensing his panic, Wang Lengqiu said nothing and took the starch sausage with the same hand.
"I have something for you, too," she said.
Han Zhou was stunned, and then he noticed that the other person's other hand was hidden behind his back, and seemed to be holding something.
As he watched, Wang Lengqiu slowly took out the things behind him.
It was a small white transparent plastic bag, which contained a few white and tender steamed buns.
The girl looked into his eyes and handed him the steamed bun. There was no change in her expression or tone, but one could read a hint of expectation from them.
"Want to eat?"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 239 Temporary Mission
The moment he saw the steamed buns, Han Zhou was stunned for two seconds.
"You didn't even eat dinner and came here just to get me steamed buns?"
Wang Lengqiu shook his head, and the other party's figure was reflected in his pupils: "Just to see how hard you work and study."
If Mo Yixia's voice is cold, the guzheng's voice is light, and the bell's voice is soft, then Wang Lengqiu's voice is ethereal.