After being reborn, I found out that my deskmate was secretly in love with me

Chapter 283 What a great morning

After the ginkgo trees have fallen, the city has cooled down, and it is much easier for lovers to hold hands.Of course, even in the middle of summer, some lovers are reluctant to let go. If their palms are sweaty, it's just that the left hand holding is replaced by the right hand holding.

The cold white sunlight saw the corners of Lu Ming's mouth turned up a little hot because he held Tao Xinyi's cold hand to warm it up.

"what's for dinner?"

Tao Xinyi frowned slightly, thinking deeply, her eyelids drooping in worry.

If life is as plain as water with sugar added, then what to eat will be the biggest problem.

If you eat it in the morning, you will think about noon. If you eat it at noon, you will think of evening. If you feel so worried that you have a headache, you will want to eat it.

Probably because of Qiu Deng, Lu Ming yawned several times and said in a nasal voice: "Do you still want to eat the dry pot you had the day before yesterday? Or go out to eat?"

"Let me think about it..." As she spoke, Tao Xinyi rubbed her head on his shoulder and continued: "I want to eat Qinyuan's bread, the pink one, that's the one. Do you remember it?"

"I have an impression."

Lu Ming did not express his opinion immediately because he wanted to eat some home-cooked food with two meat and one vegetable.

In high school, he didn't have much free time to satisfy his appetite. He usually ate whatever Xinyi wanted to eat.

If you don’t eat with Xinyi, you eat at home.What to eat at home depends on Ms. Meng’s wishes.People who don’t cook have no say. Sometimes they drink chicken soup or duck soup for a year, or eat cabbage for a month.

Later, when the college entrance examination was over, Lu Ming didn't know whether he was clinging to Xin Yi, or whether Xin Yi was clinging to him, or both.

They had three meals a day, and they were together from morning to night, and most of the time they listened to Xinyi.

Seeing Lu Ming's blank face and unfocused eyes, Tao Xinyi reached out and scratched the soft flesh on his waist. She stopped when she saw his cheeks bulging and suppressing laughter, and said softly: "I'm talking! Don't fly the plane. Say, you What are you thinking about?"

"Miss you."

After finishing speaking, Tao Xinyi snorted softly and said: "Okay, what do you want me to do? It's so fake when you give such a standard answer..."

Lu Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "I don't completely miss you, but I do miss you. I want to eat bread tonight and stir-fry tomorrow night. I want to eat the food I cooked myself."

"Row."

A gust of cold wind blew by, making Tao Xinyi shiver a few times. She dragged the wandering Lu Ming into the library.

Perhaps it was because there was always a sweet smell around the young couple, and even the air in the library became sweet.

She didn't do anything, except that Tao Xinyi would occasionally glance at Lu Ming, and when he was frowning and unable to write a proof, she would pull him out, walk to a place where he could talk, and ask him some advanced math questions.

In the evening, the two of them went out for a walk around the school. They didn't plan to come back, but Xinyi said it would be eight in the morning, so she dragged Lu Ming back.

Lu Ming once remonstrated with Xin Yi about "cutting classes" and was severely punished by Xin Yi. Since then, he has not missed a single morning class.

At night, Lu Ming lay on the hard bed in his dormitory, logged into the academic system, looked at the five days in the morning and eight in the morning on the class schedule, listened to the intense keyboard sound of his roommate, fell asleep, and dreamed of a sweet dream similar to Valentine's Day.

At 7:15 in the morning, Lu Ming was woken up by the alarm clock. He went to the toilet and put some water in. He rubbed his face vigorously with an old towel soaked in 9°C tap water, put on his sweater and long johns, and looked at his watch. "7:27".

It's almost time, it's time to wake them up.

Lu Ming patted the bed boards of You Zhun, Xin Changrui, and Fan Junrong one by one, and told them to get up.The most diligent among them is You Zhun. He wakes up almost immediately and rolls out of bed as soon as he wakes up. Next is Xin Changrui. Finally, Fan Junrong opens his eyelids with difficulty and repeats: "I'm awake, I'm awake."

After hearing what he said, Lu Ming stopped caring. He went out and went downstairs, found his mount, a bicycle with a cushioned back seat, and hurried to the teaching building.

Sometimes a school that is too big can be extra annoying.

Lu Ming rushed into the classroom at 7:51, took out the leftover bread from last night, stuffed it into his mouth, and wolfed down the AD calcium milk.

Qinyuan's bread expires in about two or three days. When Xinyi arrived at the store, she found that there were 5 breads she wanted to eat, so Lu Ming bought 5 of them.

Naturally, she only tasted two bites of each, and the rest belonged to Lu Ming.He couldn't finish the food but couldn't throw away the good food. Lu Ming stuffed three pieces of bread into his stomach.

There were two left, Xinyi took the small one and ate it for the next day's breakfast, and Lu Ming took the big one and ate it for the next day's breakfast.

Although the bread was aged overnight, it tasted pretty good, much better than the seasoning packets Lu Ming ate in his previous life to save money to buy a house.

Liu Yuexing entered the classroom carrying a black handbag and a cold bun in his mouth. He stepped on the podium and looked at a few people sitting sparsely in the lecture theater, but Lu Ming, who was ordinary in talent, sat in the second row of the classroom as always.

He finished the meat bun in two bites, hung up the bag, walked to Lu Ming's side and said, "The first row is empty, why don't you be in the first row?"

"I personally prefer the second row."

After speaking, Lu Ming remained silent, while Liu Yuexing, the math teacher, just looked at him quietly without making a sound.

Only two months into the school year, Liu Yuexing knew that several talented students had started copying homework and skipping classes. However, Lu Ming, a student who didn't seem to like mathematics, did not miss classes and did his homework seriously.

Seeing that he can graduate smoothly in this state, it would be better if he could learn more.

Liu Yuexing picked up the textbook he had turned over, looked at it and put it down, and said: "It's all good. I like you very much. If you can't do difficult things, you can do simple things. If you can't do theory, you can do applications. You should have a solid foundation in mathematics. Next time Be in the first row so you can make eye contact with me."

Lu Ming nodded with mixed emotions, his heart felt warm and a little sore at the same time. His face showed no expression, he took his things and sat in the first row.

Then, Liu Yuexing returned to the podium. The old god was looking at the door of the classroom and the students who rushed into the classroom panting.

After Xin Changrui entered the classroom, he planned to sit with Lu Ming, but when he found that he was in the first row, he gave up the idea and went to sit in the second to last row. You Zhenzhen sat by the window of the classroom as usual.

Fan Junrong was lying on the warm bed, guarding the crystal in his dream, closing his eyes tightly with a solemn expression, maybe he was dreaming about cerebral palsy.

At eight o'clock sharp, Liu Yuexing glanced at the students who were sitting, frowned and said: "It's cold, so some people don't want to come. You have to know that every year we have a group of people who fail the class, retake it, and then postpone their graduation. After 20 Minute roll call.”

Then, Liu Yuexing began to talk about the new definition in a calm tone.

Fan Junrong's cell phone was on silent and he didn't receive any calls from his three fathers. He was still guarding the crystal in his dream.

By 8:[-], there were [-] more people in the classroom. Many people did not dare to skip class in the first semester of freshman year.

However, students who start skipping classes crazily in the first semester of their freshman year have a very high probability of delaying their graduation.

"The dormitory manager of Fan Junrong's dormitory raised his hand."

(End of this chapter)