Bad thing! Bad thing!

Seeing that the Secretary found the steamed bun, Zhuang Yan's heart suddenly sank.

This is what they specially left for other comrades in their class to eat, and there are at least ten or so in each rice bowl to ensure that other people in their class can eat one more steamed bun each.

Unexpectedly, it was hidden here for the Secretary to discover.

Director Tie glanced at Zhuang Yan and the other three students. Seeing that they would not answer, he picked up one of them and painted the word "王" with red paint on it.

"Whose surname is Wang? Whose rice bowl is this?" the secretary asked again.

Wang Datong blushed. He wanted to say it was his own, but he didn't have the courage to admit it. He was afraid of how the Secretary would punish him, so he could only pretend to be okay, standing by the sink next to him, and brushing the steamer with a bamboo brush.

"Okay! You don't even admit it, right? If you don't admit it, then you can't do anything, right?"

Wang Datong didn't recognize it, and Chief Iron Division was very angry, but he couldn't take him for a while.

Seeing a few people pretending to be calm, the evil fire in his heart rushed up.

This gang of stinky boys, I'm afraid it won't work if you don't give some color to see!

He thought so, and decided to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, otherwise the Queen Ant students wouldn't even take themselves seriously, right?

What he said: "Okay! You don't say yes, no one admits it!"

Saying that, he poured the steamed buns in the rice bowl back into the steamer, lifted it up, and threw it to the ground!

"Snapped!"

The voice was crisp and sharp, Wang Datong's eyebrows jumped, and his facial muscles twitched, as if he had been slapped hard.

The plate was concave immediately, and a large piece of enamel fell off, which was considered a complete waste.

Seeing that there was still no response, Chief Iron Officer picked up another one with the word "Zhuang" written on it.

This is a solemn rice bowl.

Zhuang Yan felt that his cold hairs were starting to count down, but at this time he was not afraid, but rather annoyed.

Paralyzed! Is it easy for us to be students? A squadron of more than 100 people, it is not easy to get a turn to help the cook, and it is not enough to get a few more steamed buns?

Thinking of this, his stubborn temper came up again, didn't he just take a few more steamed buns? Can you shoot yourself? The suffering, the fatigue, and the suffocation that I have endured these days all slowly began to seep out of every pore.

Zhuang Yan felt that he didn't believe in that evil, so he said to the Secretary: "Secretary, this is mine, it's my rice plate."

Mr. Tie was stunned for a moment. He thought he was going to throw another rice bowl, but he didn't think someone would come out to claim it this time, so he asked, "Why are you taking so many steamed buns?"

Without thinking about it, Zhuang Yan blurted out: "I didn't eat breakfast, I was busy helping with work just now, so put the steamed buns in the rice bowl first, and eat them after work."

The reason here is just ad hoc and not thought through.

But when the words came out, Zhuang Yan wanted to give himself a thumbs up.

Hey! That's it!

Anyway, he insisted that he didn't eat breakfast, let's see what he can do to himself!

Sure enough, Chief Iron Officer didn't expect that the student in front of him would use the falsehood of not having breakfast, but it was so reasonable that he couldn't prevaricate himself for a reasonable reason, and he was suddenly choked by the solemn words.

If you can't control the sky, it's a fart.

Even if you are the secretary, you can't let others eat, right?

But in fact, it is clear that these students are already full, how can there be a reason why the students who help the cook haven't eaten yet? These starving ghosts usually fill their stomachs as soon as the steamed buns come out of the cage.

"Okay, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open, right?"

After a second thought, he put the solemn rice plate and steamed buns on the chopping board, picked up another rice plate with the character "Liu" written on it, and asked, "Whose is this?"

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was all right, Liu Ruiyong immediately came to paint the gourd as he did, and said loudly, "Director, the rice bowl is mine, and I didn't eat breakfast."

"Okay, you didn't eat it, did you?"

The director still placed Liu Ruiyong's rice bowl and steamed buns beside the solemn rice bowl, and then waved to the cooking squad leader: "Old horse, come here!"

In fact, although Lao Ma was in the fourth year of joining, he also stayed in the team and planned to become a volunteer soldier. Before that, he also suffered from the training of the coaching team, and he knew that it was not easy to be a student.

So he defended the students who helped the cook and said, "Director, these boys didn't eat breakfast."

How could the director Tie Jun not know the real situation, and also know that the cooking class elder Ma was talking for the students, so he said: "Okay, I didn't eat it, then you can watch them carefully, and let them eat the steamed buns one by one, one by one. No leftovers are allowed, as long as there is one left, I will report to the squadron commander, saying that someone is taking advantage of the oil and water and wasting food!"

The old horse looked at Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong with a wry smile.

When things got to this point, he couldn't do anything about it.

There are at least ten steamed buns in each plate of rice. The steamed buns of the army can be described with four characters: hard, solid, big, bigger than a fist.

Wang Datong escaped, Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong looked at the steamed buns, their faces turned into bitter cauliflower.

If I didn't eat breakfast, I said it myself, and if I put down the sleeve, I would jump into the sea of ​​​​fire.

So the two of them had to ask someone else to borrow a rice plate and make some porridge soup~lightnovelpub.net~ Don't feel too uncomfortable eating it.

one, two, three...

The speed of the two became slower and slower. The swallowed starch slowly accumulated in the stomach and began to occupy the esophagus. The stomach was like a snakeskin pocket that became more and more full, and it felt like it was about to crack.

Zhuang Yan felt that his eyeballs had protruded by at least 1.

At this time, Luo Xiaoming walked into the cooking class while Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong were stuffing steamed buns into their mouths with big eyes and small eyes, and came to the two students who were swallowing buns.

Oops!

Zhuang Yan almost choked to death in shock, and coughed violently.

Luo Xiaoming is notoriously stern at ordinary times, and his students secretly call him living Yama.

If Luo Xiaoming knew about this, the living King of Hell would not know how to punish himself.

Just when Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong were about to scare them to death, the situation was completely different from what was expected.

Luo Xiaoming simply glanced at the two of them, grabbed five or six steamed buns in their bowls with one hand, put them in his own bowl, and said, "Secretary, I haven't had breakfast yet. "

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Only then did Division Chief Tie react, jumping to his feet with anger, and shouting at his back: "Luo Xiaoming, what are you doing! You are favoring your own students!"

Luo Xiaoming didn't pay any attention, and he didn't turn his head back. He held a steamed bun in his hand and raised it while walking. It's the same sentence - I haven't had breakfast yet.

The cooking squad leader also came over, reached out and grabbed four steamed buns and walked away.

"Old Ma, you..." Chief Tie seemed to be standing on the breached levee like a weak man, watching the rushing floodwaters, helpless, he seemed to understand something.

So, he stomped his feet and walked away angrily.

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