"Who do you say like you want to eat? ”

Xiaopang was not ambiguous, but pinched his waist and pushed it in front of Xu Bin: "Let's just say that you Jiangwei people are asking for food, you don't want to ask for food?"

Xu Bin's face began to flush, a sign of his anger.

"Brother, he said we were asking for food. Xu Bin turned to Wan Feng, who was seated across from him, and said.

"Hehe, I'm looking for a complaint, and those who want food are looking for food, and I don't want to eat. ”

In the 80s, a rural teenager had such a point of view, which made Wan Feng very strange, people at that time were very pure, and even if there was a gap in everyone's living standards, it could be ignored.

How could this teenager have a powerful face?

The most likely reason is underdrawn.

But this is not a place to teach people, and Wan Feng didn't have that mind, he just replied lazily.

"Xu Bin, ignore him, do you have a future for talking to an idiot?"

When Xiaopang heard Wan Feng say that he was an idiot, the flesh on his cheeks began to twist, and he came to Wan Feng with his neck stalked.

"My dad's secretary of Huaguang University, you dare to call me an idiot!"

Wan Feng looked at this guy in surprise, no wonder this guy would become a little fat man, it turned out that he was the secretary of the brigade. I can't think of the master who will come out to cheat his father in 80? This guy's old man can't be called Li Gang, right?

"You say you're not an idiot?"

"You're an idiot!"

"Then I'll do a lab to test you, and if you do it right, I'll believe you're not an idiot, dare?"

"If you don't dare, come on!"

Wan Feng put the three chairs together in front of the guy, then pointed to the chair and said: "I saw clearly that these are three chairs, and I remember that the word represented by the first chair is hope, the word represented by the second chair is the star, and the word represented by the third chair is empty.

Chubby pouted: "That's it?"

"I haven't finished yet, I use my finger to the chair and you can say the corresponding word of the chair, for example, if I point to the second chair, you have to say the star word accurately, if I point to the third chair, you have to say the empty word, I don't need to remind you of the wrong result, right?"

Chubby blinked and thought for a moment: "It's very simple. ”

"Are you ready? I'm about to start. After speaking, Wan Feng's hand brushed the ground and pointed to the third chair.

"Empty!" Chubby blurted out.

Wan Feng's hand quickly pointed to the first chair again.

"Look!"

Next...

"Stars, sky, looks, stars. ”

After a few times, Wan Feng's hand began to connect with the first chair.

"Look, look, look

Wan Feng's hands didn't stop, and Xiaopang was full of energy.

Jiang Wei's students were the first to understand, and at first someone let out a low laugh, and finally burst into laughter.

Even the teaching director Xue Yongheng couldn't help laughing, he had never seen such a man, let a person voluntarily learn to bark, what did this guy's head think?

Wan Feng withdrew his hand and nodded in praise: "You have proven that you are indeed not an idiot, but a smart person." After saying that, he sat in the chair and ignored the other party.

The people at Huaguang School naturally understood what was going on, Li Guang was played as a dog.

At this time, Li Guang finally came back to his senses, and he was treated as a dog by others.

Like an enraged lion, he was about to rush up and give Wan Feng a good look, but was stopped by his teacher.

…

At this time, the sun finally began to exert its power, and the heat rolled like waves in the square, and soon all the adults and children in the square were overwhelmed.

The people of the sports meeting of the school of the general brigade are crowded in the square, and you think how many people should be in the sports meeting of the whole commune.

Even adults and students are simply crowded.

At this time, one by one the brushes with fans in their hands are fanning non-stop, and those who don't have fans can only boil dry.

Wan Feng, they belong to the group of dry boiling, there is nothing to cover the top of their heads, there is no fan in their hands, what should they do if they don't boil?

Wan Feng remembered an episode from a TV series in the 90s: I can't live like this anymore, I can't live like this anymore...

"Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom. Wan Feng decided that he could no longer live like this, so he asked Xue Yongyong, the teaching director who led the team, for leave.

There is a danger of evaporation if you sit here again.

"Go and come back. ”

"Yes!" Wan Feng quickly stood up and walked out, it must be drip quickly, as for the quick return...

Wan Feng didn't plan to come back at all, his project didn't start until half past one in the afternoon, and the fool would come back to be exposed to the sun.

Squeezing out the crowd, Wan Feng began to look for a shady place.

There is not a single tree on the campus, the doors of the classrooms are locked, and the teaching office cannot be reached, except for the opening of the first row of houses under the eaves.

The main entrance is usually over-the-top and is a good place for shade.

Wan Feng swooped into the gate hole, and as soon as he entered the gate hole, it felt like a song was singing: a cool wind was blowing in his face...

Wan Feng found a stone and leaned against the wall of the main door cave, he didn't plan to get up again for a short time.

But people are not as good as heaven, he just sat down for less than two minutes, when he saw a Beiliao No. 2 130 truck produced by Beiliao Province coming to the school gate, and stopped in the shade under a big tree outside the school gate.

All vehicles are not allowed to enter the school during the sports day, so this dusty 130 truck is parked outside the school gate.

A middle-aged woman in a white lab coat came out of the cab of the truck and gestured to the two young people in the car.

The sharp-eyed Wan Feng saw at a glance that a young man in the car was an acquaintance.

Isn't this the delivery guy from the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory! What's his name?

After thinking about it for a long time, Wan Feng realized that he didn't know people's names at all, and he didn't have time to ask last time he dealt with them.

Wan Feng bounced up like a hormone suddenly fermented, and ran to the truck like a bird.

"Brother, you're here. ”

The young man was puffing out his cheeks and lifting the quilt covering the carriage, as if he had a grudge against the quilt.

When he heard someone shouting brother, he turned his head and glanced at Wan Feng, blinked his eyes a few times before he remembered who Wan Feng was, and his originally stiff face was relaxed.

"So it's you, running the sports day?"

"I don't have a project in the morning, I'm stealing the cool breeze here, brother, what are you doing here?"

"What can we do, sell popsicles! Our factory director said that the sports meeting is a good time to sell popsicles, so we won't be here, otherwise I would still be sleeping." The young man's tone seemed to have a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Ma Huan! What are you doing?

This product is called Ma Huan? This name is good, does it mean that people are happy and horses are called?