Chapter 214 Let me show you all the good things, okay?
"Give me your schoolbag, Qiao Jinling."
Song Yishan extended his hand towards the back.
"No need, the schoolbag isn't that heavy, I can just carry it myself."
Qiao Jinling refused, but those big hands seemed to be very persistent and would not give up until they got the schoolbag.
There was no other way, so Qiao Jinling handed him the schoolbag directly.
"Catch me."
Song Yishan made new demands.
Qiao Jinling was embarrassed to touch Song Yishan's body directly, so she pinched both sides of his school uniform with her hands.
At this time, Song Yishan was satisfied. Facing the thin morning fog, the two of them drove on the street.
There were not too many people on the street, but there were some pushing their children out for a walk early in the morning, some carrying pots to buy breakfast, and some students walking towards school with fried dough sticks in their hands...
Bustling and full of fireworks.
"Have you had breakfast?"
Song Yishan asked this question out of the blue.
"Have eaten."
Qiao Jinling was chased by Qiao Xiangxiu and fed a lot of food in the morning, and she is still quite full now.
Song Yishan stopped anyway, and Qiao Jinling jumped out of the car.
"Qiao Jinling, wait for me here."
After Song Yishan finished speaking, he walked to a stall. Soon, he came over with a small bag in his hand, which was an oil paper bag.
"Song Yishan, haven't you had breakfast? It's okay, just eat it, I'll wait for you."
"I've already eaten it. I bought this for you."
Song Yishan handed over the oil paper bag.
Qiao Jinling was about to say that he had eaten, but when he saw Song Yishan's eager eyes, he still reached out and took the food.
Opening the oil paper package, there was a piece of fried cake lying inside.
Fresh out of the pan, it's piping hot, the skin is a little crispy, and it's steaming.
"Take a bite and give it to me if you can't eat it. It's very delicious. This is my favorite food. I want to share it with you."
Song Yishan pushed the fried cake towards Qiao Jinling.
"Hmm! It looks delicious."
Qiao Jinling smiled brightly and took a big bite. The heat burned her mouth, revealing the bean paste filling inside.
“Crispy and fragrant, really delicious.”
Qiao Jinling held up the fried cake and took another big bite.
Song Yishan suddenly stretched out his hand and gently brushed it against the corner of her mouth.
It turned out to be sticky bean paste filling.
"If you like to eat, just eat it all, but if you can't eat it, don't force it, or you may fill up your stomach."
Song Yishan said softly.
"It doesn't matter. I can eat two more fried cakes. This thing has to be served while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."
Although Qiao Jinling's stomach was very full, she still finished the piece of fried cake in just a few bites.
"Qiao Jinling, I will take you to eat more delicious food in the future, okay?"
Song Yishan pushed the bicycle without looking back, but Qiao Jinling could imagine his extremely solemn expression when he said these words.
"Okay~ If I follow you, I can eat delicious food and drink spicy food in the future, haha... Then I pray every day that you can become a diplomat. Then won't I be able to eat delicious food all over the world?"
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The two of them arrived at the school gate.
"Okay, Qiao Jinling, go and report. I'm going to the classroom. Remember, I'm on the east side of the second floor of the South Teaching Building, Class 2 and Class 3. If you need anything, you can come to me. If you don't go home for lunch,
, you can also come to me."
"I know, feel free to go, I'll have no problem."
Qiao Jinling patted her chest. This little thing couldn't trouble her.
Song Yishan thought for a while and gave instructions for a long time before pushing the bicycle into the school gate.
The registration office is right at the school gate.
There is a big red list posted, and above it is the class list.
Qiao Jinling searched for his name one by one and finally found it in Class 1, Grade 3.
It turns out that Song Yishan and I were both in Class 3, but one was in the first grade of junior high school and the other was in the second grade of junior high school.
If I could go to school a year earlier, wouldn't the two of us be in the same class?
Qiao Jinling has already asked Song Yishan. Liang Hanyue is not in this school. She has been sent to study abroad because of the current craze for going abroad. What is annoying is that Yao Yao is in this school, but fortunately they are not in the same class.
Qiao Jinling took the registration card and came to the door of the classroom of Class 1, Grade 3.
Just on the first floor.
The door to the classroom is right in the corridor. You can enter the classroom directly without entering the teaching building.
There are two doors at the front and back.
The window is opened very low, probably so that the head teacher can peek into the classroom.
Qiao Jinling met her class teacher Zhao Cheng, who wore black-rimmed glasses and was serious in speech. He didn't show a smile to every student, as if he owed him money.
"Qiao Jinling, right? Take a seat wherever you want in the classroom."
Zhao Cheng's attitude towards Qiao Jinling seemed to be a little bit favorable. It might also be Qiao Jinling's misunderstanding.
There were not many empty seats in the classroom, so Qiao Jinling casually found a seat in the last row. The classroom was not big anyway, so sitting in the last row had a panoramic view of the whole class.
"Hello, my name is Su Luoluo. Nice to meet you."
My deskmate was a fair-faced little girl who spoke softly and had a smile on her lips, making her look very gentle.
"Hello, my name is Qiao Jinling. Nice to meet you."
Qiao Jinling smiled back. This is the first girl she has met in the class. She seems to be easy to get along with. It would be great if we can become classmates in the future.
"Your accent doesn't sound like a Beijinger. Did you transfer from another place?"
Su Luoluo's ears were very good, and he immediately noticed that Qiao Jinling's accent was wrong.
Qiao Jinling also freely admitted that in her previous life, she always shrank when introducing her hometown, as if it was a very shameful place, but now, in her opinion, Anqing City is the best hometown for her.
"That's great. I can tell you have a very good personality."
Su Luoluo didn't mind at all.
Some Beijingers are quite repulsive to outsiders. They always feel that outsiders take up more of their resources, but they never think about the huge contributions that outsiders have made to the construction and development of Beijing.
"Have you heard? Our class teacher is very strict. He teaches mathematics and his teaching skills are very good, so we will have to suffer in the future."
Su Luoluo stuck out his tongue, which made Qiao Jinling a little scared. He was not good at mathematics, but he encountered a strict teacher.
Zhao Cheng asked several male classmates to move books together. The students in the classroom were no longer restrained and began to whisper among themselves.
Some of them have known each other since they were in primary school, and since they were promoted to the same class, they are naturally closer than others.
Especially the two girls in the front row, chattering together.
"Do you know? I saw Song Yishan today. He is indeed the school idol. He is so good-looking. How can there be such a good-looking person? He looks good everywhere. It's a pity that he never talks to girls."
A thinner girl said regretfully.
"That's right! His eyes are so cold. I dare not look into his eyes. It's true that good-looking people have bad tempers."
The conversation between the two fell into Qiao Jinling's ears.
She found it funny.
Why is the Song Yishan the two girls say so different from the Song Yishan they know?