Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"snort!"

As the car approached, Jiang Ruoxi, as always, hummed and arrived first.

Tang Yisheng rolled his eyes knowingly.

You repay me with a peach, and I will repay you with a precious jade.

You still dare to look down on the old-timer? Comrade Laopao is certain you're ignorant.

Although veterans are prone to getting bored with the old and crave the new, except for the annoying and overly bright Little Chili Pepper.

Is the candied sweet potato not sweet enough, or the braised pork not greasy enough?

China is full of treasures, and chefs are everywhere. Aren't there so many famous dishes and delicacies?

Even home-cooked dishes can't be counted on one breath, okay?

Do I absolutely have to eat a plate of red chili peppers stir-fried with green chili peppers?

Huh?

It's said that the fat guy can't handle spicy food...

Tang Yisheng subconsciously turned his head and saw the fat man shamelessly chasing after three bicycles that were blocking the road side by side. His chubby face was always ready to radiate the most sincere and youthful smile.

It seemed that even the pimples on the fat man's face shone with a unique brilliance as he waited for Jiang Ruoxi to turn around.

For a long time to come, the acne on the fat person's face will turn into boils.

As a result, Uncle Wang and his family took the fat man to seek medical treatment many times.

It wasn't until he was about to graduate from university that the fat guy learned to surf and soak in the azure sea, which finally solved his boil problem.

Which family did he give it to the first time?

Is it a pink shop on the way to school?

Is it the bathhouse called "Qian Shen" behind the train station in my hometown?

Tang Yisheng's mind raced, and when he looked at the fat man's squinty eyes, he suddenly felt a little awkward.

I felt sorry for the fat guy, and also to vent my own slightly sordid thoughts.

"Fatty, stop following behind and ride in front."

Tang Yisheng roared.

Zhang Lei's body began to fully develop in the second semester of her third year of junior high school.

Not long ago, Tang Yisheng personally measured the front with the back of his head. As for the back, there's no need to ask; Tang Yisheng's eyes are the ruler.

She is a very perfect, very "sassy" girl.

"what?"

The fat man looked completely bewildered.

He had followed behind many times before, so what was Old Tang up to this time?

"Hurry up!"

Tang Yisheng gently squeezed the brake.

Zhang Lei, being intelligent and kind-hearted, also happened to slow down.

As always, Jiang Ruoxi accidentally darted to the front.

The fat man's eyes lit up instantly, and he was about to grin when Tang Yisheng glared at him. He quickly swallowed hard and started pedaling forward again.

As expected of Lao Tang, a true brother!

The fat man is very sensitive.

Although it's comfortable to watch Jiang Ruoxi ride her bike from behind, nothing beats having her by your side to demonstrate status and value.

Girls can't just be around any male classmate.

There are many intricacies and nuances involved here.

The fat man's thoughts were complicated, filled with anticipation, a little bit of timidity, and a touch of excitement.

He focused intently on his work, striving to surpass Tang Yisheng and Zhang Lei as quickly as possible and reach the position he most longed for and yearned for.

There are countless goddesses, but the fat guy has his eye on Jiang Ruoxi.

Jiang Ruoxi frowned, her mood instantly soured, and she felt like a volcano about to explode.

She hated the inexplicable tacit understanding between Tang Yisheng and Zhang Lei.

Why did the brakes suddenly engage and slow down all at once?

They didn't even notify you?

Why does that fat bastard have to ride in front?

What's wrong with me riding among you?

But I can't stop you two from talking.

Is there any secret that my best friend, whom I'm so devoted to, can't hear?

Zhang Lei, you weren't like this before. Where is my shy, modest, and considerate good friend?

I was the one who started talking about Tang Yisheng, this male classmate.

You started this whole thing, Zhang Lei, how dare you bypass me and do this?

I'm so annoyed.

But it couldn't take effect.

After all, patience and forbearance may allow one to control the subsequent situation.

If things fall apart and become awkward, there will be even less chance in the future.

A girl's thoughts are not only as unfathomable as a needle at the bottom of the sea, but also obscured by thick layers of veils.

Even if a gay man has X-ray vision, it's still very difficult for him to truly understand a girl's heart.

What's going on with the rumors circulating at school?

Zhang Lei asked quietly.

"Yesterday when I went to the toilet, Yang Xin asked to borrow some toilet paper, saying he would bring it to me. I don't know if he did it on purpose or forgot, but who knew it would be spread like that later."

"Is that really true?"

"It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll lose a piece of meat anyway, let them say what they want."

Tang Yisheng thought for a moment, then added, "As long as you don't misunderstand that I'm peeping into the women's restroom, it's fine."

"I wouldn't do that. I know you're not that kind of person."

"So, what kind of person am I?"

"You... are fine anyway."

"Please don't give me the 'friend zone' card."

"What?"

Zhang Lei was shrouded in mystery.

She had only recently had some contact with Tang Yisheng and felt that he was more attractive and charming than she had imagined from afar.

He's also very interesting to talk to.

Although I often can't keep up with the pace, I can usually guess the general meaning.

In short, Zhang Lei harbored a vague, irresistible desire to get to know Tang Yisheng better.

For this reason, she abandoned her usual "generosity and humility".

She largely ignored her best friend Jiang Ruoxi's frustration.

Girls are very sensitive.

It's like everyone knows what's on everyone's mind.

"very nice."

Zhang Lei thought of some scenes that had never come to pass but had been imagined, and blurted them out.

"Where is it good?"

Tang Yisheng casually followed up with a question.

"That's right, that's right, another long week is coming soon, it's so nice to be able to sleep in."

Zhang Lei's quick thinking made her face turn yellow with frustration.

Is it too explicit and frivolous to talk about sleeping with a male classmate?

The imagined scene rushed in with even greater clarity and a more vibrant, golden-orange hue.

"What do you do during your holidays? Do you help out at the store?"

"Are you coming over? I'll treat you to spicy hot pot."

"We'll see. We'll probably need to tidy up the house first, since the mats haven't been aired out yet this year."

Tang Yisheng lied to his mother, Yang Jinjuan, about the military situation.

Yang Jinjuan thought that her son's classmate's family had rented all the remaining rooms in the courtyard, including three north-facing rooms, two east-facing rooms, and a small outbuilding next to the northeast corner courtyard.

In reality, the Zhang family only rented three rooms in the north wing; the east wing was reserved for Tang Yisheng himself.

The small storage room at the back was also busy.

Tang Yisheng generously allowed the Zhang family to use the space to store miscellaneous items for free.

The Mingfu area will be planned several times in the future.

This has created the remarkable scene of every household having its own spring and every family embracing a clear spring.

There is also a spring in the northeast corner of Tang Yisheng's courtyard. It will be expanded and renovated in the future, and turned into a small bluestone pool on the original site.

It serves as a water source for brewing tea and a natural refrigerator.

Every summer, whether it's watermelon, cantaloupe, beer, or drinks, there's no need to put them in the kitchen refrigerator. Just throw them in the sink, and when you need them, you can use a homemade bamboo pole and hook to scoop them out.

This will also be a part of the future hotspot for internet celebrities.

"Oh, do you need my help?"

"Sure, I need to borrow your dustpan and broom anyway, so I might as well borrow you too."

Zhang Lei turned her head away, no longer looking at Tang Yisheng.

But the slight, unsuccessful attempt to suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth revealed that Zhang Lei was in a very good mood at the moment.

Okay, biangbiang rise.

This contrasts sharply with Jiang Ruoxi, who was eavesdropping and whose mood was getting worse.