Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

Everyone saw that the protagonists who were fighting had dispersed, and the onlookers naturally dispersed as well.

I don't know if anyone has gone to the school administrator. Anyway, after Qiao Lingxiang and the others reached the cafeteria, there was still no one to manage them.

The entire school management organization is concentrating resources and only providing precise care for key classes. The rest of the people can only work hard on their own. To die of old age.

In the cafeteria of the school before, there were quite a variety of breakfasts. Xiangcheng belongs to a very old ancient city in the southern region. Therefore, delicacies from south to north can be found in Xiangcheng.

As for Xiangcheng Middle School, there are naturally all kinds of gourmet breakfasts from south to north.

It's a pity that since this year, supplies have gradually become scarce, restaurants that make food have closed down one after another, and many breakfast types in Xiangcheng Middle School have disappeared.

Today, there is only one kind of breakfast left in the cafeteria, Xiangcheng Sugar Baba Breakfast, which highlights the last stubbornness of Xiangcheng people towards Tangyou Baba.

Cen Yi frowned, holding a bamboo stick, looking at the sugary and greasy thing, as if chewing wax, sat beside Qiao Lingxiang with a look of disgust, and said with a stinking face while eating:

It's too sweet. I eat this every morning. Isn't there a shortage of supplies in Xiangcheng? Where did so much sugar come from?

Lu Zhengqing pursed his lips, and ate the sugar oil cake on the bamboo stick in a dignified manner. He was quite used to eating this kind of sweet food. He glanced at Qiao Lingxiang again. She was very quiet, eating mouthfuls without speaking.

In fact, she was quite easy to take care of. She kept silent all the way, and when she arrived at the cafeteria, she would say yes to everything you asked her, as if she had no opinion at all.

So Lu Zhengqing pointed to Qiao Lingxiang, and said to Cen Yi:

You still dislike it. It's good to eat something now. Look at the fragrance. If you can't eat or sleep, don't talk.

Qiao Lingxiang, who was suddenly called by name, immediately stopped eating, looked up at Lu Zhengqing, and then turned her head to look at Cen Yi, not understanding why she was mentioned all of a sudden.

Cen Yi looked back at her and urged:

Hurry up, Lu Zhengqing eats faster than the two of us, he will grab us when he finishes eating.

Qiao Lingxiang really believed Cen Yi's words, and stuffed the sugar oil cake in her hand into her mouth in two or three gulps.

Because she was already fat, the face of the fat man was very big, and when the sugar and oil cakes were stuffed into her mouth, they were soft and hard to chew, and they bulged on both sides of her cheeks, making people look like an angry puffer fish of.

Furthermore, her skin is very good. Although she had a fight with someone in the morning, her face was only a little red at first, but now the red spots have dissipated, and her skin is as smooth and delicate as a baby's, without the oily shine before.

It looks so cute.

Lu Zhengqing tilted his head, propped his face with his hands, looked at Qiao Lingxiang and smiled, that smile did not contain any sarcasm or sarcasm, and only said:

Xiangxiang, stop playing with Cen Yi, he will steal your food, I won't, I'm a good person.

You fart!

Cen Yi had sugar and oil cakes in his mouth, and because Lu Zhengqing insulted him, he reached out and snatched the unfinished sugar and oil cakes from Lu Zhengqing's hand, together with the bamboo sticks, and handed them to Qiao Lingxiang, muttering:

Eat quickly, grab it and it's yours.

Qiao Lingxiang was a little at a loss for being suddenly stuffed with a stick of sugar oil cake. She looked at Lu Zhengqing in astonishment, and she didn't return him, and she didn't return him.

Lu Zhengqing, on the other hand, blinked his sparkling eyes at Qiao Lingxiang, and spread his hands, indicating that what he said before was indeed true, and Cen Yizhen would steal people's food.

Several people were arguing, and a few more people walked in from outside the cafeteria. They were familiar with Cen Yi and Lu Zhengqing. As soon as they came in, one of them went to buy breakfast, and the others sat down beside Lu Zhengqing and Cen Yi, saying :

I passed by the mission center this morning, and I heard that the mission center is now open to all ages.

I've also heard that many people don't study anymore. There's nothing they can do. The cafeteria is all about the food, and they don't care about us. It's better to go out to work earlier. So many people are unemployed in the city. question.

Besides, the world is difficult now. There are bankrupts in the news every day. 350 of the world's top 500 have gone bankrupt. Finding a job is not so easy. The mission center must not find something for these idlers in the city. question.

Several people chattered at one another, but they didn't think it was unusual for Qiao Lingxiang to sit among them.

Even, no one cast weird or even contemptuous glances at Qiao Lingxiang. Everyone seemed to be discussing this new initiative of the mission center naturally, and regarded Qiao Lingxiang as an audience, a very ordinary audience.

She silently finished Lu Zhengqing's sugar oil cake. In fact, she knew about this matter yesterday, because she went to the mission center yesterday and applied for a team.

But she didn't say a word, she was like a quiet tree, staying in the crowd of noisy people, still silent.

After she finished eating, she sat politely on the spot again, with lowered eyelids, quietly waiting for the others to finish eating, and quietly listening to Cen Yi and Lu Zhengqing bickering.

She waited until the group of boys had finished eating and said they were going to play football before she stood up and wanted to bow to Cen.

Cen Yi stretched out his hand quickly, and his palm supported her forehead, preventing her from lowering her head.

I saw him looking down at her with a half-smile, and asked:

Why do you like to bow to people so much? What is it for this time?

Qiao Lingxiang couldn't lower her head, so she could only take a step back, leaving the warm palm on her forehead, and said:

Thank you for lending me the meal ticket. As long as I have a meal ticket, I will return it to you as soon as possible.

Cen Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that Qiao Lingxiang was telling a joke, he stretched his neck, looked down at her with a handsome face, and said amusedly:

That's all you want? What's the big deal? You want me to lend you back.

After thinking about it again, he said:

Okay, this time there is progress, and I don't say that weird honorific.

Qiao Lingxiang lowered her eyes and didn't know how to respond to Cen Yi's words. She had never been in contact with such a sunny person, and it had been a long, long time since she had spoken to anyone like this. She didn't know how to respond to Cen Yi's words like this. People socialize.

So I can only be silent.

Okay, I'm going to play football, you come to me at noon, I'll lend you your meal ticket.

Seeing that she was silent, Cen Yi threw his schoolbag back indifferently, turned around and followed Lu Zhengqing and the others to the field.

This early in the morning, everyone went to the classroom to study by themselves, only Cen Yi and his group played football on the field. The main reason is that this morning, young people are full of energy, and there is nowhere to vent their energy. Go energy.