What comes into view...is a head of striking yellow hair.
It was the one who was punished by Huang Hui for running ten laps during the military training in the morning.
He looked a little excited, scratched his head at Zhou Xing and said: "I went to your dormitory to look for you, but I didn't find you, so I tried to try my luck in your car, but I didn't expect it to happen to me.
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"What do you want from me?"
Zhou Xing couldn't help but feel a little confused.
He remembered that he didn't have much interaction with Huang Mao.
"Hey...you vented my anger on my behalf, I must thank you very much."
Huang Mao said with a happy face: "That thief Huang Hui attacked me as soon as he came and made me run around for ten times. I almost lost all my face. This is the end of the line."
"I was just thinking about how to vent my anger, but I didn't expect you to do me such a big favor."
Huang Mao said particularly enthusiastically: "I have to express my gratitude to you no matter what, just treat you to a meal."
"It's just a small thing."
Zhou Xing smiled faintly: "Huang Hui will kill himself if he does many unjust things. Without me, sooner or later someone will deal with him."
"That's right!"
Mentioning Huang Hui, Huang Mao also gritted his teeth: "I never thought that a junior student would dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. I also plan to deal with him after the military training is over!"
"This grandson can run fast!"
"Otherwise...I will definitely not be able to spare him!"
Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously.
Could it be that in the past life...
He must be the one who took action against Huang Hui.
"Are you from Kyoto?"
Zhou Xing asked as he listened to his mouthful of Beijing films.
Previous life...
Although they are in the same class.
However, there was not much interaction, because Deng Jian rarely appeared in class.
It's just a slight impression. His yellow hair is too ostentatious, so you can't pay attention.
I just heard from others that this person seems to have a good background and is also a rich second generation.
Apart from this, no other information is known.
Zhou Xing didn't take it to heart at the time because there were too many rich second-generation people in the class.
"That's right, I just came to Shanghai and was not familiar with the place. I thought that my grandson was a soldier sent by the school, so I didn't dare to say anything. I ran around for ten times and almost exhausted me to death."
Huang Mao finished speaking and patted his forehead: "I almost forgot, let me meet you, my name is Deng Jian."
Deng Jian stretched out his hand: "We will all be classmates from now on. Depending on what you did today, if anything happens in the future, just call me. I promise that I will do my duty."
"Let's go, let's not talk about anything else. I'll treat you to a meal."
Deng Jian just greeted Zhou Xing to have dinner with him.
"There's no need to eat."
Zhou Xing shook his head and said: "It's not a big deal, I'm just standing up for myself."
He's not the kind of person who takes credit.
He did this to vent his anger, and Deng Jian was just along for the ride.
It doesn't matter to him whether others are grateful to him or not.
"Don't worry about that. At least I'm out of anger, and Huang Hui has become dejected, and I feel happy."
Deng Jian ignored him and said, "After all, my classmates asked me to treat you to a meal. You can't ignore this opportunity, right?"
"Let's go out to eat outside the school. It also allows me to experience your McLaren P1. I also wanted to buy it before, but my family disagreed. I can have a good time today."
Deng Jian has a very lively personality and does not have much restraint when facing Zhou Xing.
"No."
When Zhou Xing faced Deng Jian like this, he could not continue to refuse and said: "Just go to the cafeteria, there is no need to go outside, it is too much trouble."
"What's the point? Although my family fortune is not as good as yours, I still have enough money to treat you out for a meal."
Deng Jian said indifferently: "You should be familiar with Shanghai. Otherwise, you can choose the location and I will pay for it. What do you think?"
"The food in the cafeteria is not for people to eat at all. How can I be embarrassed to ask you to eat in the cafeteria?"
"Hahaha....."
Zhou Xing smiled, it seemed that everyone had similar opinions on the taste of the canteen.
"Just go to the cafeteria."
Zhou Xing said: "There is no need to be too extravagant and wasteful. If you eat too much delicacies, you have to learn to remember the bitter and the sweet occasionally, right?"
Deng Jian's eyes widened, as if to say: "Are you kidding me?"
"No, a rich young man like you is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, but I haven't yet."
Deng Jian wrinkled his face and said pitifully: "I have just been released from home. I still thought that the sky is high and the birds can fly. I was planning to let you take me to see the colorful world of Shanghai. Now you have brought me back to my original shape."
Already."
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
With a smile on his face, Zhou Xing unlocked the door and opened the car door without saying anything else: "Let's get in the car."
"OK."
Facing Zhou Xing's request, Deng Jian had no choice but to nod.
When he saw the cool butterfly doors opening, his bitter look disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of excitement as he kept looking at the car.
Deng Jian looked at the interior, his eyes full of envy, and he was amazed: "It is indeed one of the top three magic cars. When I graduate... No, I must find a way to get my dad to do it before my sophomore year."
I’ll buy one.”
Boom!
The car starts.
He inherited it immediately.
Although it is on campus, it is destined not to drive too fast.
But Deng Jian still seemed excited and kept exclaiming.
After a while.
The car stopped at the entrance of the canteen.
Deng Jian got out of the car with some hesitation, and under the gaze of everyone, he felt a little carried away. He wanted to put his arms around Zhou Xing's shoulders, but found that he was half a head shorter than him.
He could only take his hand back angrily, and then said: "Let's go, Zhou Xing, let's eat whatever we want."
"The cafeteria can support one person to death, but it cannot break through fifty."
Zhou Xing was speechless and said, "Listening to your tone, someone who didn't know better would have thought you were going to treat someone else to a Manchu-Han banquet."
"How can that be possible?"
Deng Jian grinned, showing his white teeth, and said without any embarrassment: "I didn't ask you to go out to eat. If you don't go, you have to come to the cafeteria. You can't blame me."
"I'll treat you to a nice meal next time."
Zhou Xing immediately walked towards the cafeteria with Deng Jian.
It was already dinner time.
So it was overcrowded inside...
Deng Jian brought a plate to Zhou Xing, then stood behind him, waiting to pay him.
Zhou Xing casually looked at several windows.
Then when I came to a window.
The steps came to a halt.
Compared to the other windows, which are full of adults and aunts, here stands a slim young woman.
She has a ponytail and a simple T-shirt can't hide her impressive figure.
The old-fashioned apron has a simple beauty on her body.
The woman just raised her head and looked at Zhou Xing.
A bright smile immediately appeared on his face: "Zhou Xing, why are you in the cafeteria?"