Chapter 238

While they were talking, a small stone hit them. They looked at each other and saw that the man who was rubbing food for them was just like a thief. He put a stainless steel bowl on the ground and motioned them to take it.

After putting it down, he ran away with a cat on his waist.

Qian Chongxi pokes his face out of the tree trunk and looks at the direction where the instructor is. He is eating seriously and doesn't look here at all.

He cat out of the grass, with the speed of 100 meters sprint toward the bowl of rice, picked up the heavy rice, then copied the original road back to the grass.

Open.

Baihuahua's rice with vegetables, meat and vegetables, and pickles for two, but only one fork.

Qian Chongxi sat cross legged in front of Zhan Fenglie, holding the small bowl of food in his hand, and his face covered with some clay marks, laughing like flowers.

"It doesn't look worse than in the school canteen. It's delicious."

Then he put the small pot on his leg, picked up the fork, fork a piece of meat, and handed it to Zhan Fengli's mouth: "for the sake of your hand injury, let you eat first and open your mouth."

The hunter's fingers moved, but his mouth didn't.

At that time, the boy was lying on his back during push ups, and his weight was not light. His palm was on the stone, and his diaphragm was broken. It was burning and painful.

I didn't expect the boy to see it.

After a day's training, he was already hungry. He glanced at the meat around his mouth, raised his eyes and stared at Qian Chongxi. With a twist of his eyebrows, his unfriendly voice seemed to be grinded out of his teeth: "I want to eat, feed me rice."

Qian Chongxi put down the piece of meat, fork a lump of sticky rice soup, carefully sent to his mouth, "eat quickly, don't ink, for a while, the instructor found that neither of us can eat!"

"If you don't come, the world will be peaceful!" Zhan Fengli gave him a warning look, and his lips opened slightly

"It won't be a while, the world will be in chaos."

A man's voice full of rich details came from the side, and they were very slow. They only saw the big man standing outside the grass with his waist crossed, just like a towering mountain, against the fire light of the campfire, and wearing sunglasses, shaking their souls.

"Coach." Zhan Fenglie got up quickly and stood up.

Qian Chongxi stood up with the bowl: "coach, No.3 forced me! I asked him to help me cook, but he didn't listen. He forced me to feed him by force. If he didn't, he said that he would smash me when I was doing push ups tomorrow and lift me out of the mud to eat mud! "

Zhan Fengli:!

The line of sight that partial face eats a person stares at thousand Chong west one eye, bite a tooth not to refute.

In the coach, there are only results, no excuses!

"Give it to me." The head teacher stretched out his big hand to qianchongxi, who obediently handed the big bowl of grain to him.

"You two come with me."

The instructor turned and walked to the place where the other students were, and the two of them obediently followed him.

The two boys who cooked for them wanted to shrink themselves to nothing, and they didn't know that the instructor found that they didn't do it. Otherwise, the punishment of the instructor was really strange and painful, which made people have a mental shadow memory.

The instructor took the two of them to the position where the students were, bent over and put the bowl of grain on the ground, then turned around: "come on, since you two want to eat ready-made, alternate push ups with your mouth, you can't leave a grain of rice."

Thousand Chongxi a pair of enchanting eyes instantly round.

"Push ups in your mouth, it's not a dog's lick! My dog usually eats like this! "

Let's not talk about licking, even if it's licking, he can't make push ups to eat. I'm afraid he'll plant his face in that small basin and stick rice on his face before eating.

Zhan Fengli gnaws his teeth and stares at an unknown place without saying a word.

What's wrong with push ups? He has the strength!

But Qian Chongxi said that the dog licked his food. He couldn't eat it!

Qian Chongxi looks at Zhan Fenglie and sees that his handsome face is covered with frost. He wants to crush his expression every minute. When he looks back, he quickly raises his hand: "coach, I have something to say."

The corner of the instructor's mouth coldly tilted for a while, hands akimbo, chin arch, indicating to him: "you say."

Qian Chongxi said: "coach, this meal is really ready-made. We haven't eaten it yet. We just borrow it to have a look. We'll learn it as a sample version and return it to our classmates after reading it for a while. You don't have a rule to say how long it will take to make the meal. It's better for us to start now."

The coach stared at the beautiful and delicate young man, silent.

Silence to the whole field, only to hear the sound of firewood cracking in the campfire and the heartbeat of the students.

Thanks to the new young man, he is the first one who dares to fight against the coach so far. He should not understand the coach's temper. The coach won't listen to his unreasonable reasons.

Silence for nearly ten seconds, the corner of the head's mouth under the sunglasses tilted, "OK, you two do it yourself, other people are forbidden to help."

Thousands of Chongxi heart next joy, mouth a Yang, charming blue eyes a bend: "thank you, coach!"

The instructor stares at the smiling young man, turns around and goes back to the director's chair to lie down.

The other students really ate a whale, and the devil coach actually agreed to the new request. What a surprise!

He is the youngest of the eight tall students. His white and delicate face is extremely perfect from forehead to jaw. Coupled with the fashionable granny gray and the extremely charming blue pupil, the whole person looks like a devil deacon in a cartoon.

Is it the head teacher who saw this beautiful and delicate boy that triggered the heart of pity?

Qian Chongxi's face stares at Zhan Fenglie, and his eyebrows twist: "don't you go to hold some firewood."

Zhan Fengli stares at the boy with warning eyes. He stares at him for three or four seconds. His voice is cold: "don't wash rice yet."

"Hum, just wash the rice." Qian Chongxi turns to find the container.

Just around the two of them, all six students were watching the performance with their legs crossed. They looked at the two of them with different shapes and postures.

Qian Chongxi glanced at them and asked in a low voice: "what is the rice cooked with?"

The eyes of the six students were round, and then, like an appointment, you look at me and I look at you, and then look back at the beautiful and delicate young man, shaking their heads and not revealing a word.

"A pot with a lid, fool." Zhan Fengli's deep voice came from the other side.

Qian Chongxi's face gave him a disdainful sight: "I don't know how to use a pot with a lid! Use your mouth

Squint, turn around to find a pot with a lid, then find a plastic bag of rice and pour it in.

He and Zhan Fenglie two people, visual inspection each person to eat at least two bowls of rice, especially Zhan Fenglie, he is big, eat more, so he poured all the plastic bag rice, just two-thirds of the pot.

Six students stare at the two-thirds pot of rice with complicated eyes.

There are four bowls of rice. How many bowls of rice have to be steamed!

Qian Chongxi shakes the pot.

Is this enough for four bowls of rice? It's not enough.

He took the pot with good rice and showed it to Zhan Fengli, who was making a fire on the other side: "Hey, how much do you eat? Is that enough for both of us? "

Student: that's enough. Five or six big men are enough. My God!

Zhan Fengli looks up at the rice in the pot and thinks

Student: number three, come on! Let your partner pour it out quickly, or you'll have to camp for another day tomorrow. The rice is almost cooked by him. What will you eat tomorrow?

Just as their eyes were bursting with intense expectation, No. 3, who was deeply hoped by them, opened his mouth.

That deep pleasant to hear, with a man's magnetic voice said: "pour a little more, not enough."

The students are petrified in an instant

The two big men, one tall and one short, are exquisite and smart. How can they be idiots together!

Want to remind?

Right next to them, the instructor is sitting in the director's chair, with his legs up, playing with his cell phone.