Chapter 112:

Is it for me?
Tang Bingchuan hesitated for a moment before he was sure that this was for him.
The man inside wears a hat except when he comes to patrol, and never wears a hat the rest of the time.
Tang Bingchuan hesitated while holding this ultra-luxury box of lunch.
In fact, as long as he suffers a little longer until the man inside finishes eating, he will almost pass the most difficult period of hunger.
He has experienced this kind of hunger many times since he was born, and he is already familiar with how to resist this kind of hunger.
But when he was most hungry, someone gave him this box of lunch.
I looked at the date printed on the front, and it expired after tonight.
Tang Bingchuan silently looked at the box lunch in his hand, and after a while, put the box lunch back on the cash register table.
"Beep."
The microwave soon sounded a warning tone, disturbing Tang Bingchuan's thoughts.
The lunch is hot.
Tang Bingchuan looked at the steaming food with a daze.
He has been struggling to survive, he doesn't know how long he hasn't eaten freshly heated food, and it's... so rich.
The heated curry potatoes showed a semi-soft state, and the chicken thighs shone with attractive oily light, mixed with the aroma of rice, which made people move their index fingers.
The smell of the food made his stomach filled with cold water cramped, as if clamoring that he needed to eat.
Rao was that he was so hungry that his stomach had twitching pain. Tang Bingchuan still moved smoothly and carefully took a bite of rice.
Tang Bingchuan chewed a few times and opened his mouth unaccustomed to a few breaths after the full and elastic rice grains rolled between his lips and teeth.
It's hot.
But... it's delicious.
The steaming food slides down the esophagus, ironing the internal organs as if it can melt all the cold.
Tang Bingchuan cherished the rice and ate it clean with curry sauce. He didn't even miss the sesame seeds sticking to the edge of the box. He chewed each bite very carefully, as if to remember the taste of the food.
Some people may not have to fight for survival as soon as they are born. That is lucky, but he is not. He has to learn how to struggle to keep himself and his grandmother alive very early.
He has passed the age of complaining and knows how to make himself accept the kindness that he cannot return. But the touch that this box of lunch brought to him was as if his numb and hard heart was suddenly soaked in hot water and melted warmly.
Tang Bingchuan held the note posted on the box lunch repeatedly and looked at it. The font on it was thin and powerful, and it was a bit chic, unlike any characters he knew could write.
There are very few guests here today, and only two have been here before dinner.
Tang Bingchuan carefully recalled the process of today’s work. He had the ability to remember, but most of his energy today is to finish the work for a man and write work reports for him. Apart from only vaguely noticing that a man and a woman have been here, he has nothing to do. impression.
"Xiao Tang! The store manager just urged me to write a work report. Have you finished writing? Xiao Tang!"
The man's voice just hit his ears. Tang Bingchuan put his leftover chicken leg in a food bag to pack the chicken leg, and then carefully folded the note and put it in the lining of his clothes.
"coming."

"What the did you say to Zong Weihuai? Are you deaf? Can't understand people?"
"I did not say anything……"
"Nothing said why did you line up behind him? Don't you know where Sister Zhai's position is?"
"I'm sorry I just transferred to another school. I really don't know..."
Depressed sobs and the insults and sarcasm of several girls kept coming from the corner. Yan Shiying frowned slightly, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and said ignorantly, "What's wrong with this?"
Ning Hong lazily glanced at the girl who was pushed in the corner by a group of people, and turned her head away, "Oh, the new transfer student doesn't know the rules, so he just ran to talk to Zong Weihuai. Zhai Zhimei is teaching her a lesson."
The short girl sitting next to her blew the nail polish she had just brushed, and sneered, "Isn’t she just thinking that she has a bit of beauty, so she wants to hook up with Zong Weihuai, and she doesn’t see if she has that qualification. Those of us are not in the turn, so there is no turn to get her."
There were dull kicks and Zhai Zhimao's "no noise" rebuke from the corner, and the short girl sneered again, "Deserve it."
Yan Shiying quickly glanced around the corner, and saw that the surrounding girls faintly centered on Zhai Zhifei. Under Zhai Zhifei's increasingly fierce reprimand, the few girls bullied each other more emotionally.
Sometimes people pass by in this corner of the college, but their attitude is indifferent as if they are used to it.
Yan Shiying retracted his gaze and suddenly said, "By the way, how was your meal last time?"
As soon as Yan Shiying mentioned this topic, Ning Hong immediately stood up, "It's a shame that you left so soon last time. You didn't know that we had a lot of conversations with Qi Haoran, and the way he smiled was so beautiful. Now, even if I can’t get close to Zong Weihuai, I can talk with him more..."
Seeing that Ning Hong was quickly immersed in the longing for Qi Haoran, Yan Shiying sneered in her heart. She knew that she would be fascinated by Qi Haoran. Even if she asked her, she would only care about the flower idiot and say nothing useful. Information.
But this is fine, at least she will forget the brief intersection between her and Qin Muxu, so that she will not fall into the same fate as the transfer student.
"Didn’t the club registration for this semester start soon? He also asked me to go to the club he participated in..."
"It's not you, it's us." The short girl corrected her voice.
"Oh, it's all the same." Ning Hong moved to Yan Shiying's side with a look of excitement, "The last time you taught me how to change the style is too effective, do you have time? Will you be able to meet us next time? Help me figure it out again?"
"What are you doing, Yan Shiying has to help me make things." The short girl pouted dissatisfiedly, "I will use it before Sunday."
"It's about my lifelong event. How can your homework matter to me?" Ning Hong shook her hand and hugged her arm, "Yan Shiying, will you help me, right?"
"This..." Yan Shiying made a hesitant voice, and not surprisingly saw the short girl stare at her ferociously.
"You just do both, aren't you busy anyway? Go to my house later and see if my wardrobe and jewelry cabinet are suitable. That's it!"
her home?
Yan Shiying's heart moved. If she remembers correctly, this should be a good opportunity to divorce Zhai Zhiyu and her little sister.
The two were taken to Ning Hong's house together.
People who can be little sisters of Zhai Zhizhen will naturally not be poor. Although the specifications of those jewelry wardrobes are far from those of Yan Shiying's last world home, they are still dazzling.
This is the first time Ning Hong has brought Yan Shiying to her cloakroom. She was full of confidence and waited for Yan Shiying to exclaim, but she didn't expect that she just opened her eyes and didn't say anything. The reaction was almost flat. Boring.
Ning Hong curled his lips in disappointment.
Just about to make a cup of tea to relax, I suddenly heard Yan Shiying's whisper.
"Huh? This bracelet?"
A smile bloomed on Ning Hong's face. As soon as she walked over to hear the rest of Yan Shiying's words, the smile on her face instantly solidified.
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