I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

Chapter 61. Women's Day Gifts

On Monday, Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao were waiting for the school bus at the gate of the compound.

"Little friends, why aren't you taking bus 211 today?" The rice noodle roll shop owner asked with a smile, looking at the two people waiting for the bus side by side.

"Good morning, boss. I steamed some buns at home." Xu Qingfan nodded politely, lifting the buns he was carrying.

The real reason was that the woman next to him was tired of rice noodle rolls and wanted to eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) today. She came to disturb his sleep early in the morning. After washing up, the two of them ran to the intersection to wait for the mobile NPC—an auntie selling xiaolongbao from a pushcart.

A white cloth covers dozens of small steamers stacked high. When the cloth is lifted, the steaming white mist is almost painful. The small steamed buns with thin skins and large fillings are neatly arranged together, the juice soaking into the dough, making them look translucent.

A basket of xiaolongbao costs one yuan and contains twelve. Xia Xiaoxiao only ate seven before she couldn't eat anymore. She put the leftover buns on Xu Qingfan's lap and said, "Here you go."

"It's hot!" Xu Qingfan quickly removed the heat and flicked Xia Xiaoxiao's head.

"Sorry, I forgot." Xia Xiaoxiao gave him an apologetic look, took out two cartons of milk from her schoolbag, and handed one to Xu Qingfan.

Xu Qingfan took it and exclaimed, "Holy crap! Why did you buy this brand of milk! Don't drink it!" He snatched the Silu milk from Xia Xiaoxiao's hand. "When did you buy this? You haven't drunk it before, have you?"

Xia Xiaoxiao was startled. Although she was a little confused by Xu Qingfan's sudden outburst, seeing his serious expression, she answered earnestly, "My mom gave it to me at school. I just opened it and started drinking it today."

Xu Qingfan cursed his alma mater from his previous life under his breath, "Why did they have to send out this stuff? Is this even a good idea?"

Although drinking a small amount is not a big deal, after all, the two of them grew up healthily in their previous lives, but you can't be too careful about what might happen. If you know that this product has problems, why would you drink it? Isn't that just being a jerk?

"Don't drink this brand of milk anymore. If you want milk, drink the Australian brand we had last time. Don't drink this one!" Xu Qingfan said seriously.

Xia Xiaoxiao was somewhat dismissive, but seeing how serious Xu Qingfan was, she didn't just give a perfunctory answer and nodded, saying, "Oh."

"Hmph! They're just blindly worshipping foreign things! Our teacher said that anyone who doesn't support domestic products is a traitor!" A little boy sitting in front of them suddenly turned around, pointed at Xu Qingfan's nose, and cursed.

Xu Qingfan was speechless and could only nod awkwardly. It was fortunate that there were no smartphones around, otherwise the kid would have definitely taken out his far superior phone, taken a picture of Xu Qingfan's words, and posted it online! And refresh the comment section every few seconds to see how many people would come to curse this shameless scoundrel.

Seeing Xu Qingfan being criticized by outsiders, Xia Xiaoxiao instantly glared angrily: "Of course, we should buy products that are good quality and inexpensive. If you like supporting domestic products, then go support them, don't bark like a dog here!"

Xia Xiaoxiao found the phrase "dog barking" interesting when she heard it come out of Xu Qingfan's mouth last time, so she wrote it down and used it here.

Of course, Xu Qingfan's original words were "the dog barked," but Xia Xiaoxiao felt that the two middle words were inappropriate, so she omitted them.

Xia Xiaoxiao was already aloof, but now with a fierce and cold expression, her queen-like aura suddenly burst forth, startling the child who was about to speak, leaving him standing there frozen in place.

Especially that last line, "Stop barking like a dog," every time I review it afterward, I can't help but gasp and think to myself: [How can there be such vicious words in the world!]
The brief incident in the car flashed by, and Xu Qingfan suddenly recalled that in his previous life, whenever he was bullied by his peers, Xia Xiaoxiao would stand up for him in the same way.

However, thinking about what happened later, Xu Qingfan suddenly sighed. Was he worthy of being someone's boyfriend in his previous life?

In his previous life, he came from an ordinary family, had average grades, and a weak personality. Apart from being handsome, he seemed to have no other merits.

As I always say, once you've seen the flowers bloom, that's enough; why worry about where they belong?

If Xia Xiaoxiao only sees him as a friend, then being friends for life is fine, as long as he doesn't study abroad!
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Not long after, Xiao Ruanwen also got into the car. The little girl sat next to Xu Qingfan as usual: "Good morning, Brother Fan. Good morning, Xiaoxiao." "Mm."

"morning."

"International Women's Day is coming soon, should our class prepare gifts for our teachers?" Xiao Ruanwen asked.

"Sure, there's still over three hundred yuan left from last semester's class funds." Because Zhang Yiyi was the class's life committee member, Xu Qingfan knew exactly how much the class funds for Class 16 had been used.

"It's not that you can say whatever you want, it's that you can give your opinions!" Xiao Ruanwen gave Xu Qingfan a reproachful look.

Xu Qingfan leaned back, giving the two class monitors space to discuss what gifts to give women—something he hated most!
"Let's send flowers and greeting cards. Each of us can write a blessing on the card and give it to the teacher," Xia Xiaoxiao suggested, recalling the gifts her mother received from students on Teacher's Day and Women's Day.

"That's great! If each student in our class writes a sentence, the teacher will definitely be moved!" Xiao Ruanwen applauded in approval.

[Would it be nice if everyone wrote a sentence on the greeting card?] Xu ​​Qingfan recalled the bag of snack cards he received on Christmas Eve. He only glanced at the ones from Xia Xiaoxiao and Lin Wanning, and had no recollection of what they said.

The two children agreed on the details, and the school bus drove right into the gate of the Experimental Primary School.

Back in the classroom, Xiao Ruanwen took advantage of the time before morning reading to turn on the microphone on the podium and said, "International Women's Day is coming soon, and we plan to give a greeting card to each of the female teachers who teach Class 16. There are eight teachers in total: Chinese, Math, Art, and Music. So everyone should think of eight blessings in advance and write them on the cards after you buy them!"

Because Zhang Yiyi couldn't hear, Xu Qingfan repeated what the class monitor had just said on a piece of paper.

After Zhang Yi finished reading, she raised her little hand, as if she wanted to say something. The little girl looked at Xu Qingfan and then wrote on the paper: "Aren't you going to give some to the dormitory supervisor and the cleaning lady?"

Xu Qingfan's pupils widened instinctively. Why hadn't he thought of that? Was it because he couldn't hear that his eyes could see so clearly?

Xu Qingfan smiled and patted the little girl's head, giving her an encouraging thumbs-up: "You're great!"

Zhang Yiyi seemed a little embarrassed by the praise and smiled shyly at Xu Qingfan.

After seeing the contents of the paper, Lin Wanning gave a thumbs up and wrote on it: "Yi Yi is an angel!"

Xu Qingfan waved to Xiao Ruanwen, who was about to return to her seat, and gestured for her to come over: "Also, the cleaning lady who cleans our floor and the dormitory supervisors of our male and female dormitories."

Xiao Ruanwen seemed to have just realized it too. She opened her mouth wide, nodded in surprise, and turned the microphone back on: "To add, there are also blessings from our dormitory supervisor and cleaning lady. All students need to prepare a total of twelve!"

"Squad leader, where's the cafeteria lady?"

"Class monitor, what about my elective course teacher?"

"Monitor."

The students in the class seemed to have been given a new perspective, and they all eagerly took turns speaking.

Finally, the class committee decided that, apart from the twelve people who were originally going to receive greeting cards, the rest would only receive flowers, so that every woman could receive a gift on International Women's Day.

(End of this chapter)