The Three Realms of Super Students

The pancake fruit sold by Li Apo and soy milk was the same price as Zhang Xiaofan when he was a freshman.

A pancake fruit costs five yuan, a cup of soy milk costs one yuan, and a fried dough stick is also one yuan.

For the current environment where prices are skyrocketing but wages are not rising, the old lady is still stuck in her old days.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan also ordered a piece of pancake fruit from Li Apo's hands and took over the soy milk.

Zhang Xiaofan just sat down and found an empty spot nearby. He was ready to enjoy it, but he only heard the angry abusive voice of a woman not far from him.

"You devil, even if you don't buy me breakfast early in the morning, you took me so far to this corner?"

"Look at it ... look at it, it's just unhygienic when you look at it, it's dirty and dead, and it's for dogs, not dogs!"

At this time, I saw a woman wearing a nondescript windbreaker and carrying a rather expensive bag with an awl face in her hand.

With her finger painted with red nail polish, she pointed at a young man in front of her. All kinds of bitter and filthy words were like money, and she smashed her head and threw it at the young man.

On the other hand, the young man who was pointed out was wearing a pair of round-looking glasses.

It seems to be a standard and honest person, looking at Zheng chatteringly, looking at his girlfriend who doesn't listen to him.

"Meimei, what's wrong? I have eaten the pancake fruit made by Li Po from the third year of college entrance examination. It is very hygienic and very good. Do n’t believe you try it."

Then, the glasses man bought another steaming pancake fruit and handed it to the awl-faced girl, who still had a thick and honest smile on his face.

Not at all, because the previous girl's excessive speech was half and angry.

"Eat ... eat ... eat ... eat your brother-in-law!"

Zhou Meimei slapped the pancake fruit directly in front of herself to the ground, slap the waist with one hand, like a thin-footed class who continued to be bitter and mean.

"Do you know what Miss Ben grew up with?"

"It's a serious western breakfast. Do you know western breakfast? Sandwiches, butter, cheese!"

"Is this the breakfast you eat?"

"Do you know how much spoilt it is in the breakfasts that small business vendors sell these days?"

"It's not surprising to use overnight dishes, or even a lot of trench oil?"

"It's all dirty like this, can you still get out of the mouth? I'm not afraid to eat you to death!"

"Look ... you look at it yourself, how unhygienic!"

Zhou Meimei used her nail-painted fingers to point to the iron plate where the pancake fruit was spread.

A slanting glance at Li Apo, who was almost dull again, the muscles on an awl's face were shaking with the one on her mouth.

Moreover, if you look closely, the "white foundation" that can fall from it, how can a bitter and mean, how can a fine-footed bitch?

Li Apo bent over and picked up the pancake fruit on the ground, then forced a smile on Zhou Meimei's old face ...