Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 238 Do you want to eat?

After the day's classes ended, Han Zhou went back to his dormitory, then pushed a trolley to set up a stall outside the school like yesterday, sending a message to Gu Zheng in the middle of the process.

Since joining the dance club, Gu Zheng has taken time to go to the dance studio to practice every week. Now he has to go out to set up a stall, so the two of them have basically staggered their afternoon time and can no longer have dinner together every day.

However, in Han Zhou's view, this is not a bad thing. Eating together is one of the ways to enhance relationships. Gu Zheng should also have his own social circle. Taking some time to eat with roommates and classmates is conducive to maintaining relationships with other people. , maybe you can even make new friends from the club.

It doesn't matter how good they get along, at least they can't be isolated. But judging from the current situation, Gu Zheng and his roommate seem to get along pretty well.

After all, college is different from high school. There is competition, but grades are not taken so seriously. Everyone has a very peaceful mind. As long as they don’t disturb others, it’s their own business to write or not. They won’t do it because of others. Trying too hard leads to dissatisfaction.

Otherwise the library would have been bombed long ago.

Moreover, the students who can be admitted to Linda are all first-class top students, at least in terms of study. After all, there are only a few who complain about others. No one will feel that they are inferior to others. If your talent cannot compare, then work harder. This kind of atmosphere is not good for you. It is a very good environment for guzheng.

As for those who had complained or were dissatisfied with her, they may have gone to the relaxed environment they wanted to live in and lived the life they wanted.

Thinking of this, Han Zhou suddenly agreed with the words that high school teachers often talk about——

The essence of the college entrance examination is a screening.

Although the screening is based on cold and rigid grades, under the same educational conditions, sometimes the level of grades can indeed explain the problem - for example, distinguishing those who work hard from those who don't work hard.

Of course, it does not mean that people with good grades must work hard, and people with poor grades must not work hard. Some people may have nothing but grades, and some people may not have talents in learning, but in general, this kind of screening is The method obviously has meaning.

But similarly, Han Zhou also agreed with another sentence circulating on the Internet——

The college entrance examination can filter out scumbags, but it cannot filter out scumbags.

Of course, we cannot filter out scumbags.

Pushing the cart to where the stall was set up yesterday, Han Zhou immediately spotted the two women who were the first to buy starch sausage yesterday. The two were standing on the roadside talking and laughing, looking very leisurely.

He pushed the cart over, wondering if the two of them had already gotten off work. If they could get off work at five o'clock, then he might be so happy.

"Classmate, you are finally here."

Seeing him appear, the two women seemed quite excited. Han Zhou was a little surprised and asked doubtfully: "Are you waiting here specifically for me?"

"You can say that, but we didn't wait too long, probably only more than ten minutes." The senior sister who was one step older than him replied.

Han Zhou nodded, parked the cart, and asked while placing various things on the stall: "I'm curious about what kind of work can get off work at four o'clock."

It was just after five o'clock, and the two of them had been waiting for him for more than ten minutes. Including the time they left the company, it meant that they got off work after four o'clock.

The two women were stunned. The senior sister didn't say anything, but her colleague laughed and said, "What are you talking about? It's still early before we get off work, but our job is to wander around outside. If you are interested, I can Recommend you to our boss."

"Let's think about it after I graduate." Han Zhou declined. He just asked casually, but he didn't really want to be a laborer.

"It might be too late when you graduate." The woman smiled and saw him burning the oil, and asked curiously, "Speaking of my classmate, do you only sell starch sausage here?"

"Correct."

"That's such a pity. I was planning to change the taste today."

"Tired of eating already?"

"How is it possible? Today is the same as yesterday. Give each of us another five skewers!"

As this heroic shout rang out, the number of customers in front of Han Zhou's stall gradually increased. Many of them were customers who did not buy starch sausage yesterday. Most of them came very early today and were very interested in starch sausage. In a sure way.

The other part are new customers who were attracted by this gesture. They heard that the fried starch sausage here is very delicious. They can be said to be both novel and disdainful. Most of them have a wait-and-see attitude and plan to try it for themselves before making an evaluation. .

In addition, there are also some customers who are fans of Han Zhou's good looks, and the vast majority of them are women. For these people, starch is not the most important thing. What is important is to see the handsome guy up close.

Han Zhou's basic charm has now reached eight points. Coupled with the increase in "hot-blooded youth", the attractiveness is already better than before. Customers with the idea of ​​"getting closer can see more of this handsome guy's face" Not a few.

Compared with yesterday, the guests gathered so fast today that Han Zhou didn't even have the chance to take time to read a book. He basically kept repeating the action of dropping and picking up the starch sausages.

He was suddenly worried that the five hundred starch intestines he brought today would not be enough. Guests left and came again. Han Zhou was very busy, but he also enjoyed it. However, because he didn't even have time to look around, he didn't notice that a girl appeared under the street lamp in the distance. The street looked at him silently.

It got dark very quickly in October, and the girl didn't leave until the street lights came on, as if she was completely unaware of the passage of time.

Han Zhou also didn't notice the passage of time, or he didn't have time to care about time at all.

He only knew one thing - the starch sausage he brought today was indeed not enough.

It was busy from 07 o'clock to 30:[-]. In less than two and a half hours, all the [-] starch sausages we brought were sold out.

Han Zhou sincerely apologized to the customers who did not buy the starch sausage this time, promised to prepare more next time, then closed the stall and prepared to leave.

He raised his arms and stretched, twisting his aching neck. As his eyes moved, he finally saw the girl standing under the streetlight.

The wind of the autumn night brought a slight chill, blowing the girl's hair a little messy. The light of the street lamp was extremely bright, like the most conspicuous spotlight, focusing on that face that I felt pity for.

It was Wang Lengqiu.

Seeing Wang Lengqiu, Han Zhou was startled for a moment, then as if he had expected it, he sighed and took out two fried starch sausages hidden in the box, threw them into the pot and heated them up, then pierced them with bamboo skewers. Okay, then pick it up and walk to the girl.

This guy is indeed a psychopath...he thought.

As early as when Wang Lengqiu asked him yesterday if he would come out today, he had expected that the other party might come, but he did not expect that this guy would actually stand far away under the street lamp. It seemed that he had been standing for a long time, and even there was something on his head. Not a single leaf was noticed.

"Have you had dinner?"

Originally, he wanted to ask Wang Lengqiu in a stern tone what he wanted to do, but when the words came to his lips, it turned into such a simple question without much emotion.

Han Zhou was certain that this guy must have a skill called "I see pity", which made it difficult for people to be angry with her.

Wang Lengqiu looked at him expressionlessly and shook his head gently.

"You didn't even eat dinner and you came here to see me doing my work-study program. Do you have that much free time?"

Han Zhou had a headache. He handed her the starch sausage in his hand and said angrily, "Take it and eat it to cushion your stomach."

Wang Lengqiu stared at him for a while, then reached out to take the starch sausage, but only took one bunch.

"Thank you."

"Take them all, these two strings are reserved for you."

Han Zhou raised his hand, looked around with a guilty conscience, and signaled her to quickly take away the other bunch.

"Didn't you eat too?" Wang Lengqiu asked.

"I'll eat...well, I haven't eaten. I'll eat it when I get back later. Anyway, take this bunch away quickly."

Han Zhou urged nervously, fearing that the customers who had not bought the starch sausage just now would see this scene.

"Thank you."

Perhaps sensing his panic, Wang Lengqiu didn't say anything and took the starch sausage with the same hand.

"I have something for you too," she said.

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that the other person's other hand had been hidden behind his back and seemed to be holding something.

Under his gaze, Wang Lengqiu slowly took out the things behind him.

It was a small white transparent plastic bag. There were a few white and tender steamed buns in the plastic bag.

The girl looked into his eyes, stretched out her hand and handed the bun over. There was no fluctuation in her expression or tone, but she could read a hint of expectation in it.

"Want to eat?"

(End of this chapter)