Thursday morning.
After nearly two weeks of morning jogging, Li Luo and Ying Chanxi finally stopped getting up early to exercise this morning to reserve energy and physical strength for the upcoming sports meeting.
Xu Youyu, on the other hand, knocked on Li Luo's door early in the morning at six o'clock, asking him to get up for breakfast.
"The sun comes out from the west?" Li Luo rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, looked at Xu Youyu, and couldn't help but said, "Senior, don't you usually get up only in the last ten minutes?"
"Today is the sports meeting." Xu Youyu rolled his eyes, "There are a lot of things to watch over at the student union, so it would be safer to go early."
"That's it." Li Luo walked into the kitchen, looked at the leftover rice in the rice cooker and the things in the refrigerator, and then said, "Then don't worry about it. Let's just have some fried rice with eggs."
"No problem." Xu Youyu followed into the kitchen, "I'll help you beat the eggs."
"Don't get the eggshell in again."
"That was all last month! Don't keep bringing up old scores, please."
"Okay, okay, hurry up." Li Luo took a handful of green onions and three ham sausages from the refrigerator, and put them on the chopping board to process them.
Xu Youyu hurriedly took out three or four eggs, carefully cracked them into pieces and put them into a bowl, then stirred them evenly with chopsticks and checked to see if there were any eggshells.
"Oh, by the way, that wrist rest you gave me before." After Xu Youyu beat the eggs, he said to Li Luo, "I've been using it for a few days and it feels pretty good. My wrist doesn't hurt much anymore."
"As long as it works." Li Luo took out the rice and poured oil into the pot. After the oil was hot, he poured a pot of cold rice into it and stir-fried it.
After the cold rice is stir-fried into pieces and coated with a layer of oil, Xu Youyu's beaten eggs are promptly poured in, and then stir-fried vigorously to coat the rice grains evenly with the egg liquid.
When stir-fry takes shape, add sliced ​​ham sausage, stir-fry briefly, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and the egg fried rice is ready.
"Li Luo, what type of keyboard do you like?" Looking at Li Luo pouring the egg fried rice into three plates, Xu Youyu suddenly asked, "Which keyboard do you prefer?"
"Qing Zhu's voice sounds better, right?" Li Luo said, "What's wrong? Senior sister, do you want to give me a gift in return?"
"I always eat your food for free and accept your gifts. It would be outrageous if I didn't give you something."
Xu Youyu picked up a plate of egg fried rice and walked out of the kitchen, turning to him and saying, "If my mother finds out, she will scold me for not being a good person and not being sensible at all."
"There's no need to be so polite. Didn't my senior help me with my homework? She even made me the 27th best student in the school." Li Luo said with a smile, "And she even promoted me to be the vice president of the literary club."
When Li Luo said this, Xu Youyu became even more embarrassed.
The former is also due to Ying Chanxi, and the latter simply captured Li Luo as a free labor force, which is not a benefit at all.
"Anyway, I will buy you a gift. If you like blue switches, I will buy you one." Xu Youyu said, "I happened to have fallen in love with a new keyboard recently, so we bought it together."
"Then I'll say thank you in advance."
"You're welcome." Xu Youyu nodded with satisfaction and came to the dining table, "Also, do you know what Xixi likes?"
"Uh..." When asked this question, Li Luo blinked and looked at the pile of dolls lined up on the window sill, feeling a little stunned by the question for a moment.
But Xu Youyu said: "I heard from Zhusheng that Xixi likes dolls, right?"
"I thought so before." Li Luo pointed helplessly at the tragedy on the window sill, "But now it doesn't seem to be the case."
"But I see that Xixi likes the Pikachu that Zhusheng gave her." Xu Youyu said, "It has always been placed on her bedside."
"Is that so?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't pay attention to this. After all, he usually never entered Ying Chanxi's room. "Then maybe she likes Pikachu more."
"I can see it." Xu Youyu pointed with a smile in the direction of the balcony, where the clothes of the three of them were hanging to dry.
Among them, some of Yingchanxi’s personal items have Pikachu patterns on them.
Li Luo just glanced at it and immediately looked away seriously: "I didn't look at anything."
"Serious." Xu Youyu rolled his eyes at him, "I have seen it. In addition to Pikachu, there is also Doraemon. Do you think Xixi would like it better if I bought a Doraemon doll?"
"...You can give it a try."
Li Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, then looked at the time and saw that Ying Chanxi hadn't gotten up yet, so he got up and walked towards Ying Chanxi's room: "I'll wake her up."
Arriving at the door of the room, Li Luo knocked on the door: "Get up, if you don't get up, I will come in."
Knowing that Ying Chanxi usually slept in pajamas, Li Luo had nothing to avoid. Seeing that there was no movement from Ying Chanxi, he opened the door and walked in.
After several months of living in it, this bedroom has become very girly.
Whether it is the cartoon table mat on the desk by the window, various decorative trinkets, or the huge panda doll on the bed, they all indicate that this is Ying Chanxi's room.
Hearing the sound of Li Luo walking into the room, Ying Chanxi was sleeping on his side on the bed, struggling and groaning, looking like he hadn't had enough sleep.
Li Luo walked to the bed and suddenly thought of what Xu Youyu said just now, so he subconsciously glanced at the bedside table.
Sure enough, Yan Zhusheng's Pikachu stayed there quietly, and it seemed that he was really liked by Ying Chanxi.
"Get up." Li Luo pinched Ying Chanxi's face.
So Ying Chanxi made another humming sound, barely opened his eyes, and stretched out on the bed: "I know...I'm so sleepy."
"What time did you go to bed last night? Didn't you have enough sleep?"
"It's past two o'clock..."
"What did you do?"
"I'm just a little nervous...I've never run 1,500 meters before. I can't sleep when I think about this."
"I'm going to perform on stage today and you're not even nervous. You're stretching your crotch too much."
"I want you to take care of it? I'm annoying you to death."
"Can you get up now? Or do you want to sleep a little longer?"
"I'm not going to sleep anymore. Get up immediately."
"Okay, the egg fried rice has been served for you." Li Luo said this, as if leaving directly, but the next second, his eyes fell on Ying Chanxi's pillow, and he suddenly let out a light sigh, "What are you doing?"
What's on the pillow? It looks familiar."
"Ah?" When Ying Chanxi heard this, he immediately panicked. He quickly lifted the quilt to his head and covered his pillow. "It's nothing, it's just a pillowcase. I'm going to change clothes. You go out first."
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"Oh, that's it." Li Luo didn't think much, nodded, walked out of the bedroom and went to the living room to eat.
After hearing the footsteps of Li Luo leaving, Ying Chanxi stretched his head out from the quilt, looked at the small blanket on the pillow, and breathed a sigh of relief.
This blanket was given to her by Li Luo when she was a child. He probably didn't even remember it, and he didn't even recognize it.
Really stupid.
With this thought in mind, Ying Chanxi folded the small blanket and placed it on the bedside, then put on a school uniform, walked out of the bedroom to wash up, and went to the living room to have breakfast.
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Seven o'clock in the morning.
The bell of the No. 1 High School attached to Yuhang rang, followed by the "Athletes' March" that was usually played during the flag-raising ceremony.
The entire school, three grades, and a total of 48 classes, took action amidst the exciting entrance music.
Zhu Yufei, the physical education committee member of Class 8, was responsible for leading the team. They lined up from the third floor and when they arrived on the track of the playground, they formed a square formation based on the formation trained in the physical education class.
The entrance to the opening ceremony was a bit boring.
Class 18, Grade 1, shouted the slogan "Class 8, Class 8, unstoppable, high-spirited, and king of the field!" passed by the rostrum, and then marched in formation on the lawn in order.
After all 48 classes lined up, it was time for the leaders of the school to sit on the rostrum.
The dean of students speaks, the vice-principal speaks, and finally the principal speaks.
The few good news is that after the dean finished speaking, a group of dance club girls wearing bright dance skirts poured out from the backstage of the podium and danced a song on the playground track.
After the vice principal's speech, it was the animation club's turn. The club members wore various anime doll costumes and cosplay costumes and danced a rather funny dance.
"Damn, do you usually wear these for cosplay in the animation club?" Zhang Guohuang complained in the team, "It's a good thing I didn't join in the first place."
Xu Yinghuan, who was standing next to him, cast a look of contempt at him, and then couldn't help but asked curiously: "Where are the monitor and Zhusheng? Didn't there be a performance by the rock club? The principal is about to finish speaking. When will they come out?"
"It should be the finale."
While Class 8 students were waiting with anticipation for Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng to appear, Wei Duo, a sophomore in high school, was also staring at the podium.
She used to be the lead singer of a rock club and knew how the sports meeting was arranged. She kept staring at the open space behind the podium.
What many students did not notice is that the back half of the podium today was covered by a large curtain.
Because the table and walls of the rostrum were all red, the same color as the curtain, many people didn't pay much attention to it.
To be continued...