Wulin No.1 Middle School

After the students had finished eating, some boys would go to play basketball to expend their energy. There were more and more footsteps and shouts outside the gymnasium.

Song Zhaolan smiled: "Let's go, the food should be cold."

Yu Tingfeng hung one hand in his empty hand, neither hugging nor touching, and finally landed on his head, rubbing his head casually: "Yeah."

The players were so busy staring at the ball on the court that they didn't pay attention to the two figures coming out of the side door.

In the infirmary, when Yu Xiaohui saw Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan coming in together, she was just surprised for a moment, and then thought that everyone was rehearsing the program together just now, and now it's not surprising that they came to visit Zhao Mingdeng together.

"Are you hungry? I packed two meals." Song Zhaolan said.

"I'm really hungry." Yu Xiaohui took the lunch box and started eating beside her.

It goes without saying who the other one is for.

Zhao Mingdeng shook his head and said weakly: "Thank you for your kindness, I really don't need it."

"Bright lights, bright lights, we're back!" A few more people barged in from outside the door, seeing Yu Tingfeng, they just quickly pushed him aside, and then chattered around the bed.

"The ribs in the cafeteria today are delicious. I dare say you have never eaten such a delicious thing. I brought you a special one. You should try it." Xue Canming showed the ribs he bought very preciously.

"This is a leek box I kept specially. Although it is deep-fried, it has no meat, so it's not considered a breach of the precept. Just try it." Wu Xiaoyu said.

"It's a pity that I can't bring you wine and light. I beg you, take a bite. This is everyone's wish." Mao Hongxi said.

Chen Yuting: "We won't blame you for breaking the precepts. Living is the most important thing. Do you want to die young? Or do you not grow tall at a young age, just like that Sun Yicheng?"

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Take the bamboo shoots.

Zhao Mingdeng was very moved, and then rejected their kindness, refusing to eat anything.

Xue Canming made a look, and the others immediately went to pry his mouth, intending to be tough.

"Wow! He bit me!" Mao Hongxi screamed.

The others were stunned, Zhao Mingdeng looked at them panting, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Don't do that." Song Zhaolan whispered, "If he doesn't want to eat, let it be."

"Then how can I do it?" Xue Canming worried, "We can't drink nutrient solution every day, if this continues, we will have to collect his body soon."

At this time, a wonderful fragrance wafted in, and Liu Zhuizhui came in with a box of instant noodles: "It turns out that they are all there, I said, I heard your voices from a long distance, what's the matter? Others don't eat it Still want to force it to him?"

Several people lowered their heads in shame.

"What are you doing here?" Yu Xiaohui raised her head and asked.

"I didn't see that you didn't eat, so I specially prepared a box of instant noodles for you. So you have eaten all of them." Liu Zhuizhui rolled his eyes, and walked directly to Zhao Mingdengpan's bed with the soles of his feet, " Then I'll give you this, no thanks."

Zhao Mingdeng refused: "Thank you, but no need."

"This is just instant noodles. Look, it's all noodles." Liu Zhuizhui picked up a spoonful of noodles, and the scent immediately caught Zhao Mingdeng's nose.

Zhao Mingdeng's stomach has already started to growl. Faced with so many food temptations, it is not easy to endure until now.

He glanced into the bucket, and it was indeed noodles.

"Don't worry, I'm just the leftover, I won't force you like them. If you like it or not, I'll throw it away." Saying that, Liu Zhuizhui was about to throw it into the trash can go.

Zhao Mingdeng immediately grabbed her hand and mumbled, "It's shameful to waste it."

"Then don't worry about it, eat quickly." Liu Zhuizhui sat next to him, picked up the noodles, and fed them directly to his mouth.

"Hey..." Xue Canming stretched out his hand to stop him, but was pulled back by Song Zhaolan. He asked in a low voice, "Is it poisonous?"

Song Zhaolan: "Probably not."

Everyone stared at Zhao Mingdeng, Zhao Mingdeng swallowed, and before he opened his mouth, the noodles were stuffed into his mouth.

Zhao Mingdeng: "..." He also said that he would not force it! ?

But the taste seemed to be good, he took a few mouthfuls, showed a satisfied expression, thanked him, and brought it over to eat by himself.

Everyone watched him eat in relief, Liu Zhuizhui stood next to Yu Tingfeng, crossed his arms, and raised his eyebrows proudly.

"What the **** are you planning?" Yu Tingfeng asked angrily.

"Just watch it." Liu Zhui beamed happily.

After eating the instant noodles, Liu Zhuizhui took the bucket of noodles and prepared to throw it away. As soon as she walked to the trash can, she suddenly said "Oops", looked back at Zhao Mingdeng, and said regretfully, "This noodle... ..It’s spicy beef noodles.”

Zhao Mingdeng:? ? ?

Zhao Mingdeng:! !

Everyone was stunned, Liu Zhuizhui pointed to the words on the noodle bucket: "Look, Ma, Spicy, Beef, Meat."

Zhao Mingdeng panicked: "Impossible, I didn't eat any meat at all!"

"There are beef cubes, you must have eaten too fast and didn't notice it." Liu Zhuizhui said, "High-end ingredients often only need to be cooked in the simplest way. The essence of beef has already been contained in this noodle."

Zhao Mingdeng stared wide-eyed, as if he was going to die in the next second.

Liu Zhuizhui hooked his red lips, stepped forward and pinched his face: "Smelly monk, you have broken the precept."

Xue Canming and others: "..."

"Don't die or live here for some food. What you monks pay attention to is compassion. How can you not be compassionate if you eat some meat? If everyone is like you, then what's the point of these pigs, cattle and sheep living?" ?We eat them not because of cruelty, but because of the food chain, we are following the nature of the ecological cycle." Liu Zhuizhui said.

Zhao Mingdeng looked at her in a daze.

Xue Canming and the others: "..." How reasonable!

"What are you waiting for, give him something to eat." Liu Zhuizhui winked quickly, Xue Canming quickly picked up the ribs and stuffed them into his mouth, Wu Xiaoyu and others also quickly surrounded him with food.

Zhao Mingdeng's mind was in a mess. On the one hand, he felt ashamed of his master and Buddha, and at the same time, he felt that what Liu Zhuizhui said made sense. He used to only read Buddhist scriptures, but now he has learned biological knowledge. The food chain itself exists like this. Existence is reasonable.

What exactly is mercy?

"How does it taste?" Xue Canming asked earnestly.

With complicated thoughts, Zhao Mingdeng shed two lines of tears of repentance and said, "It's delicious."

"Is it enough, do you want some more?"

"......want."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Liu Zhuizhui put his hands on his hips, proudly walked to Yu Xiaohui's side, and said provocatively: "Your friend broke the precept because of me, how do you feel?"

Yu Xiaohui stood up, stared at her, and said, "Thank you."

"Ah?" Liu Zhuizhui didn't react for a while, "Aren't you angry?"

"Thanks to you, Ming Deng is willing to eat." Yu Xiaohui said.

"But he broke the precept." Liu Zhuizhui emphasized again, but the other party suddenly pushed the lunch box out a little.

"Did you have meal?"

"No."

"Shall we eat together?"

Liu Zhuizhui:! !

"You figure out, who wants to eat your food." Liu Zhuizhui said with a fierce face, proudly, "Unless you beg me, I will give you this face."

Seeing this, Song Zhaolan glanced at Yu Tingfeng unexpectedly. From some aspects, Liu Zhuizhui and Yu Tingfeng were quite similar.

Yu Xiaohui stood still, as if looking for words. Song Zhaolan reached out to grab the lunch box: "Give it to me, I'm not full yet."

"No!" Liu Zhuizhui and Yu Tingfeng said in unison.

Liu Zhuizhui snorted: "Who are you, why do you want to grab my food?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Tingfeng grabbed her and squeezed to the side, saying speechlessly: "Would you like to eat something else if you're not full? Why eat her leftovers?"

"Let me go!" Liu Zhuizhui patted Yu Tingfeng, and finally regained his freedom. The first time he picked up chopsticks and ate two bites of food, he said to Song Zhaolan arrogantly, "Hmph, eat again if you have the ability."

Song Zhaolan: "..." It looks more like it.

"You guys eat, I'm full." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, Yu Tingfeng left the infirmary silently.

Song Zhaolan looked in the direction of the door, and after a while, it was a doctor who came in to pull out Zhao Mingdeng's needle.

Everyone went to the classroom one after another. Yu Xiaohui and Liu Zhuizhui stayed in the infirmary to eat. Song Zhaolan took a few steps and said, "I'm going to the supermarket."

"Go, let's go." Xue Canming had long been familiar with his appetite.

As soon as he walked to the door, he ran into Yu Tingfeng who had finished paying the bill. The other party was holding a bunch of snacks, looked up at him, and stuffed all his brains into his arms.

Song Zhaolan was caught off guard and hugged his arms full. A bag of potato chips fell on the ground. Yu Tingfeng bent down to pick it up, and put it on the pile of snacks angrily: "Eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat in a day."

The corners of Song Zhaolan's mouth were slightly bent, and he followed his steps: "Then don't buy it for me."

"If I don't buy it for you, will you eat what's left?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"I didn't want to eat her." Song Zhaolan explained.

"That's because you're not hungry enough. If you're hungry, you can eat anything."

"Too."

"..."

"You're walking too fast."

"Are you short-legged?"

"I have a lot of stuff and it's easy to lose it."

Yu Tingfeng stopped, took some potato chips and biscuits: "Come find me if you want to eat."

"Okay." Song Zhaolan smiled lightly.

Yu Tingfeng stared blankly for a moment, then staggered his eyes without any trace, and ran forward in two or three steps.

Song Zhaolan stood at the entrance of the corridor, looked at his back, and smiled.

 …

The art festival is held on December 30th, the day before New Year's Day, with a party in the evening, and the official holiday the next day.

The annual art festival is the most important talent show, and students and teachers attach great importance to it.

This year, several leaders of the Education Bureau came to watch. Early in the morning, the school asked all classes to do a good job of hygiene and maintain good discipline.

When eating breakfast, when the devil went to put the dinner plate, he saw that there was meat in Zhao Mingdeng's plate, and he didn't know the inside story, so he burst into laughter immediately.

Sun Yicheng sneered and said, "Look, this is the so-called monk, and he eats a lot of meat!"

Before Zhao Mingdeng said anything, Xue Canming was already angry for him, rolled up his sleeves and replied, "None of your business, he can grow taller by eating meat, unlike you, a dwarf who can't grow taller by eating anything!"

Sun Yicheng was poked in the sore foot: "Did I talk to you? You trash bronze!"

Xue Canming knew that he was cursing the Bronze Duan in the game, but he couldn't bear the homonym, let alone insulting Shimen.

"I must fight you today! You dwarf!"

"You dead bronze, come on, who is afraid of whom!"

Seeing that the two were about to scuffle, people from the student union passed by and hurriedly stopped them and drove them back to the classroom, but the more they thought about it, the more angry they became, and they must beat each other down.

 …

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in our art festival. All the performances are prepared and rehearsed by the students themselves. They are very hardworking. Of course, their courses are not missed. Tonight you can appreciate the students' performance. elegant demeanor." The dean received the leaders from above, and took them to visit the school, the environment is very clean.

The director breathed a sigh of relief, and took them to the senior three teaching building to witness the hard work of the students preparing for the college entrance examination.

The leaders all nodded to express their satisfaction.

"No. 1 Middle School is a key school. The annual enrollment rate must be focused on, but not only in learning, but also in discipline and morality." The leader said.

"That's natural. Our No. 1 Middle School has always had a simple and honest school spirit, and the classmates are also very friendly." The director said.

A few people passed by the teaching building of the first year of high school, and it happened that the bell rang for the end of get out of class. The leader stopped, looked up at the teaching building, and saw the high-spirited students coming out to watch the wind, and smiled: "These children are quite good."

"That's natural, No. 1 Middle School has a simple and honest school spirit." The director couldn't help emphasizing it again.

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden loud shout from upstairs: "Xue Canming, I hate your mother!"

The director's face froze, and the faces of the leaders were not very good-looking.

Leader: "School spirit is honest?"

The director's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "You heard it wrong, this student said what'sup, mom? He is saying hello to his classmate."

The leader sneered: "Go up and have a look."

The director kept crying in his heart, and kept smiling on his face. He led a few leaders up, and when he saw that it was people from Class F who were causing trouble, he immediately had a terrible headache.

In the corridor, there were two people standing clearly apart from each other, cursing vigorously.

Sun Yicheng made gestures on the spot: "I'm a black tiger, and I will teach you to break your heart!"

Xue Canming held the broomstick in his hand and waved it around twice: "I will break your dog's legs with one stroke!"

Sun Yicheng moved his legs: "I kicked your ruthless kick, it split your jaw!"

Xue Canming gracefully put away the broomstick, and stood in front of him: "My meridians were cut off with my shadowless hand!"

Students watching: "..."

leaders:"......"

The big leader asked: "What are they doing?"

The director broke into a cold sweat and said, "They are rehearsing, there will be a martial arts performance tonight."

"Martial arts? It's interesting, so I'll have to take a look at it tonight." The leader said.

"Definitely." After the director finished speaking, he yelled into the corridor, "What are you doing all around here? Why don't you prepare for class?"

As soon as the familiar voice came out, everyone rushed back to their class in a panic, and Xue Canming also ran upstairs dragging his broomstick to end this "literature test".

"Which class is this kid from? He runs so fast?" the leader asked.

"In class A." The director frantically tried to make up for it. "This year's class A is not easy. Not only is the school good, but the physique is also good. It has won many trophies in the sports meeting. It is usually exercising, and the radio gymnastics is very good."

"Really? Then go and see."

When the class bell rang, the teacher relaxed a little more. Class F's class style is not normal, and Class A will definitely set an example.

While chatting in low voices, a group of people went upstairs and came outside the classroom of Class A to secretly pay attention to the class situation inside.

The teacher has a loud voice in class, and the students are paying attention, either staring at the blackboard or writing notes on the blackboard.

The leaders nodded one by one to show their praise.

The director breathed a sigh of relief, it really has to be Class A!

"Who is that?" The leader suddenly pointed to the last boy by the window, "He's stealing food."

director:"......"

Song Zhaolan! Next year's Qingming Festival, remember to burn some paper for me!

During lunch, the leaders went to visit the canteen. Today's food is very good, every plate is full, and there are several kinds of dishes.

But the leader also knows that every time he visits a school, the cafeteria will definitely provide extra meals, but he doesn't know what the usual meals are like.

Coincidentally, he saw a boy coming towards him after eating, and stopped him, "Little classmate, wait a moment."

After the people stopped, they realized that it was a student from Class A who ate food. The leader asked, "Are you full?"

Song Zhaolan didn't know them, so he first glanced at the director next to him, who was about to break out in cold sweat, for fear that he might say something wrong.

"You don't have to worry about other people, just tell me the truth." The leader stood in front of the director, blocking their sight, and asked politely, "Have you had enough for lunch?"

"Well, I'm full."

"What about usual times, are you full?"

"I can't eat enough."

The director was startled, and he couldn't help but lower his head when he received the condemning gazes from the leaders.

"Why don't you have enough to eat?" the leader asked.

"Because it's so delicious, I always feel like I'm done before I'm full," Song Zhaolan said.

director:!

The leaders smiled: "Do you really think the food in the cafeteria is delicious?"

Song Zhaolan nodded, and said truthfully, "Aside from my mother's cooking, the cafeteria is the best food."

The director secretly applauded Song Zhaolan, and led the leaders to continue to check other corners.

When they came under the abandoned building, a group of people discussed the issue of rebuilding the abandoned building, and after a while, they were ready to leave.

As soon as Clinker took a few steps, he saw two people not far away, one of them was the boy he saw in the cafeteria just now, standing with another boy.

"Who are they?" asked the leader.

"The taller one is Yu Tingfeng from Class F. You have met the one next to him twice, Song Zhaolan from Class A." The director wondered how the two of them played together.

I don't know what those two people were doing, they were whispering, and the next moment, Song Zhaolan picked up a box of biscuits from Yu Tingfeng's arms and ate them.

The leaders laughed in a low voice: "I really can't get enough to eat. It seems that your canteen has to increase the serving size."

Director: "Okay, I will definitely report this problem."

They continued to walk a few steps forward, and saw that Song Zhaolan was eating while asking about the other's study situation. The boy asked anxiously, and rubbed his head in annoyance.

Song Zhaolan picked up a biscuit and handed it to the boy's mouth. The boy froze for a moment, opened his mouth and ate it in one bite, and seemed to feel better.

The more the director looked at it, the more weird it became. Aren't Class A and Class F incompatible? Just like Sun Yicheng and Xue Canming, right?

"Oh, that's really good." The leader suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Students in Class A and Class F can still be so harmonious and loving, learn from each other, and make progress together. No. 1 Middle School really has a simple school spirit and friendship."

"Really...hehe." The director also laughed.