Chapter 604: Is he a literary committee?

Meng Xiaonan wanted to continue to persuade a few words, the class bell rang, this class is the class teacher's class. Meng Xiaonan knew that he would not be seen by the head teacher, so he quickly returned to his seat very sensibly.
As soon as Meng Xiaonan sat back in his seat, the head teacher walked in from the door of the classroom.
She looked around the entire class, and said solemnly: "Before the class, I will tell everyone the notice of the two schools. First, the running exercise competition is about to start, and the leaders of the bureau will come to see it in person. I hope you don’t be lazy in your usual running exercises."
"Cut-I heard that every year we Stilan are the worst runners, but every year we are the first." A girl said, the class immediately began to talk about this topic.
"Quiet! Be quiet, everyone!" The head teacher yelled for several times before everyone was quiet: "The second notice is about the upcoming cultural and art week of the school. But there is still a period of time before this. If you have any questions, you can first Ask the literary committee. Then, we will start class now..."
The time flickered and two more classes passed. The history teacher happily told a little history story that had nothing to do with the class. An Chuxia stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple. After a few classes, she never even went to the toilet. The history class is relatively easy, so she can relax a little bit.
"Look at that! Isn't the young master Qilu outside?" I don't know who said that. Everyone immediately moved away from the history teacher and looked outside the classroom.
An Chuxia couldn't help but look out the window.
A man was leaning on the railing with his back to the classroom, and at this moment the boy slowly turned around. It really is Han Qilu!
"Master Qilu must be waiting for lunch together in early summer!"
"It's great, a single dog like me can only go to the cafeteria for lunch by myself..."
Everyone immediately started talking.
"Don't all look out of the window! Look at me!" The old man frowned dissatisfied: "You will have to drag the class later if you don't attend class!"
This trick was useful. The class suddenly calmed down, and even those who secretly looked outside were also restrained a lot. Only then did the old history man continue his class.
"Eh!" Philia stabbed An Chuxia's arm secretly, and whispered, "Didn't you say you want to leave after class? It seems you can't escape this time!"
After speaking, Philia also gloated his tongue at her happily!
"Falling to the bottom!"
An Chuxia glared at her, then turned to continue listening to the class. But I don't know why, since just now, her little heart has been plopping and beating non-stop.
The get out of class bell rang, and before the old history man announced the get out of class, everyone spontaneously rushed outside the classroom.
"I'm going to the cafeteria for dinner with Xiao Mingluo! Go ahead and consider what I say! Goodbye!" Meng Xiaonan blinked at him and waved his hand.
An Chuxia had to stand up and organize her things. When she walked out of the classroom, there were only a few classmates who were responsible for cleaning.
Han Qilu frowned at her sluggishness, but didn't say anything. He stepped forward and reached out to carry her bag and took the lead.
"What are you doing?" An Chuxia trot to catch up with Han Qilu.
Han Qilu put her bag on his shoulder casually, glanced at her sideways and said, "Help you carry the bag!"
"How can a group of people carry bags like robbery!" An Chuxia mumbled dissatisfiedly.
An Chuxia's lips moved up and down, but the voice was so soft that Han Qilu couldn't hear what An Chuxia said, so she asked patiently, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing." An Chuxia coughed to cover up panic: "Where shall we go to eat?"
Since Han Qilu was already waiting here, she didn't need to reject him hypocritically. It's the same wherever you eat!
"You'll know when you go." Han Qilu said, putting his hand on her shoulder casually.
"What are you doing?!" An Chuxia subconsciously moved a little to the right, and Han Qilu's hand was just empty.
Don't even let him touch it!
Although Han Qilu didn't feel like it in his heart, he knew that he was wrong first, so he turned his lips, stopped talking, and walked ahead.
Two people walked one after the other. Although everyone was busy going to eat, the handsome men and beautiful women walking together still attracted the attention of many classmates. Among them are Big Tiger and Mag.
"The two of them won't be reconciled, right?" Dahu said dissatisfiedly: "Then our boss has no chance!"
Margot stood aside, glared at Dahu secretly, and then put on a smile and said, "Brother Dahu, we must hurry up, otherwise the cafeteria will be very crowded."
"What are you urging? Are you annoying!" Dahu rolled his eyes uncomfortably, "Is it possible that you can be disrespectful to me if our boss is not there? My boss and I are both kind to take you in, don't kick Face on the nose!"
Marg secretly grasped her clothes tightly, but smiled on her face: "How could it be! Big Tiger, you misunderstood me again."
"It's all right! Don't talk nonsense with the teacher! Hurry up!" Dahu said and walked quickly to the cafeteria.
In recent days, the food in the school cafeteria has improved a lot. A large number of people find it troublesome to go out to eat, so they eat in the Stilan cafeteria. As a result, many more people go to the cafeteria to eat.
Before leaving, Marg took a deep look at An Chuxia, who was walking not far behind Han Qilu, her eyes were very complicated, and three words came out leisurely: "An Chuxia!"
An Chuxia, who had been following Han Qilu, suddenly sneezed.
Why do you always feel that someone is watching her secretly?
An Chuxia glanced to the right subconsciously, and saw Marg's figure drifting away.
"is her……"
"Who is it?" Han Qilu suddenly approached. Facing such a handsome face that was suddenly enlarged by N times, An Chuxia's face turned red with a "swish".
"No one, just talk about it." She waved her hand hurriedly, grabbed Han Qilu and walked ahead: "Go ahead, you will be late if you don't hurry."
Han Qilu looked suspiciously at the place An Chuxia just looked at, only to see a fat boy followed by a girl. And that boy is the big tiger.
"It's him." Han Qilu secretly spit out these two words and calmly followed An Chuxia's footsteps.
Ten minutes later, An Chuxia and Han Qilu sat face to face at a table in an Italian restaurant.
There are not many people in the restaurant, and the crystal chandelier hanging in the middle glows with the sunlight outside. Soothing Italian English echoes in the restaurant.
"This pasta is the most authentic pasta I have ever eaten in City A." Han Qilu said, turning his head and exclaiming dissatisfiedly: "Why not good yet?!"
"Master Han, wait a while, and you will be here soon." A waiter laughed with him, and hurried to the back kitchen to ask.
It doesn't matter if the spaghetti is authentic or not An Chuxia, anyway, she has never eaten authentic. She can eat even the last dish of cool noodles.