Fang Changan didn't know what Wang Ke usually eats. Anyway, she was eating very slowly in front of her. Fang Changan ate six of them, and the little girl started eating the fourth one.

He could actually eat it again, but there was no need. He drank a sip of water and said to Wang Ke: "You have eaten it all."

When Wang Ke heard him say this, he looked down and asked in confusion: "Why is there one more?"

"I bought two more, but I haven't finished eating them. You can eat them."

Wang Ke looked at him, and Shui Lingling's almond eyes blinked, and whispered: "I may not be able to finish it."

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "It's okay, I can't finish eating."

The little girl thought this was a little wrong, but when she thought about it, she seemed to have nothing to do with it, she didn't speak and was focused on eating.

Wang Hao had finished eating, looked at Fang Chang'an, but didn't say anything.

No one stared at Zheng Lili, and she didn't have any psychological pressure. She ate faster. Fang Chang'an drank some water. After she finished eating, she was about to throw away the plastic bag. Fang Chang'an said, "Let's leave it first."

After Wang Ke finished eating five buns, hesitated and picked up again at the only one left in the bag.

Fang Changan waited for her to finish eating, held both bags and asked Wang Ke: "Do you have toilet paper?"

Seeing her nodding, she folded the rice jar and greasy chopsticks on her table, "Then help me collect the chopsticks, and put the jar on your first. I can't put it in the table anymore."

The little girl's pink mouth pouted, but she still put it away for him.

Fang Chang'an came back, smiled brightly at her, sat down and took two oranges, gave Wang Hao one, and told him: "You give Lily a share."

Then he broke the one in his hand and divided it into two halves, and handed it to Wang Ke with a piece of skin, "Tear some paper for me."

Wang Ke first tore two pieces of toilet paper for him, then took the orange, peeled a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Fang Changan asked with a smile: "Is it sweet?"

The little girl nodded, Fang Chang'an smiled, turned around and sat down, took out "Lu Xun" to continue watching. Wang Ke stretched out his head and looked at it, and asked, "What are you watching?"

Fang Changan showed her the cover, Wang Ke saw the name clearly, opened his eyes wide and said, "Do you look at this?"

Fang Changan nodded and asked again: "Is it good-looking?"

After putting it in, nodded again, Wang Ke said, "Then you can lend me a look after it after reading it."

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "Okay, but there are articles by Lu Xun in the textbook. You can read them first, and if you like them, then read this."

Wang Ke nodded, took out the Chinese textbook, opened it and found the article "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore", and started reading it carefully.

The students returned to the class one after another. Wu Di came early and saw Fang Chang'an still reading the thick book. He glanced at him curiously, but said nothing.

After a while, Shen Mo also came, holding a copybook in his hand. Fang Chang'an glanced at him and it was really Pang Zhonghua.

Fang Changan did not like Pang Zhonghua's copybooks. In his personal opinion, his hard pen calligraphy is worse than Wu Yusheng and Jing Xiaopeng's hard pen calligraphy, but he will not ignore the efforts and contributions made by the other party in promoting hard pen calligraphy.

For most students, it is more than enough to practice calligraphy to the point where they are.

He also copied both the calligraphy of the two Wangs, Wu and Jing, including other famous posts, and they also put a certain amount of effort according to their preferences. The skills in their hands are not worth mentioning, but after practicing for a long time, he is a bit picky about such copybooks for ordinary students.

This is not arrogant, but "learn from the best, only the inside; learn from the middle, only the bottom", and learn from the famous masters when copying the calligraphy.

But I will definitely not come, so I must thank you.

Seeing Shen Mo walking to the table, Fang Chang'an was about to reach out to pick it up, but saw the little girl holding the copybook on her own table, sitting down straight, and not looking at Fang Chang'an.

After waiting, I looked around and saw that no one was following me, so I quietly pushed the post from the table and whispered: "I'm going to give you a copybook."

Fang Changan held back his laughter and took it carefully, put it under "Lu Xun", smiled at her, and whispered: "Thank you."

The little girl smiled sweetly and reminded her seriously: "You must practice hard and don't write so sloppy anymore."

After she said this, Fang Changan was really reminded that it was not appropriate to always write running scripts. It would be fine if he met a teacher who knew how to be "sloppy" in the paper correction, he might really deduct the paper score.

We are the one who wants to dominate the top school in the school, so we must be careful!

"Um!"

He nodded hard to Shen Mo, whispering but firmly assured: "I must practice hard and not let down the hard work of Chen Xiaomo."

Shen Mo blinked and was a little uncomfortable with the strange title, but he didn't say anything, it was not an excessive title. He smiled sweetly again, turned around with the shallow dimples on his left cheek and started reading.

Fang Changan continued reading, but felt that his back was poked. He turned around and saw Wang Ke staring at him, and asked with a smile: "Have you finished reading?"

Wang Ke nodded, "It seems that there is something to be memorized."

"Um."

Fang Changan looked at her expression and smiled and said, "Are you still going to see it?"

The little girl shook her head: "It's not good-looking."

Fang Chang'an took out the book "The Siege" from the table hole, "Why don't you read this book?"

"What's this?"

The little girl took it and took a look, "Is this book the same as "Fantasy City"?"

"Well……"

Fang Changan didn’t expect that she still knew about Fantasy City. Is Director Guo already popular now?

"Have you seen "Fantasy City"?"

"I saw it at my neighbor's house during the summer vacation."

"Does it look good?"

Wang Ke nodded, "It looks good."

"Do you like it?"

She nodded again.

Shen Mo whispered: "I've seen it too."

Fang Chang'an looked at her, "I like it too?"

She nodded vigorously, too.

Fang Chang'an said: "From the future, read less that kind, read less the author's books."

"Why?" the two of them spoke in unison.

"I'll give you an analogy."

He began to eat salty radish and worry about it. "A cake shop has worked hard to prepare the cake. Someone stole the cake and cut it into small pieces to sell it. You bought one without knowing it. After knowing that he stole it, do you have to buy a second piece?"

The two little girls blinked and Shen Mo said, "Don't buy it."

Wang Ke nodded, expressed his agreement, and asked Fang Chang'an again: "But what does this have to do with "Fantasy City"?"

"That's a small piece of cake, and there will be a lot of such small pieces in the future."

Fang Changan didn't care whether they understood or not, and continued: "More importantly, you occasionally think that it tastes good. You can't eat cakes for three meals a day, right? If you want to grow up well, you have to eat honestly."

He pointed to "Lu Xun" and "The Siege", "This is the meal that can grow up healthily."

"Why?" The two of them spoke in unison again.

"No reason, I'll just say you can listen."

Two pairs of bright eyes looked at him, and then Wang Ke curled his lips, "Why?"

"Yes, why?" Shen Mo also agreed.

Fang Changan glared at this and then another, and said with great urgency: "I am the squad leader."

Shen Mo murmured dissatisfiedly: "The squad leader doesn't care about this."

"The squad leader doesn't care about me." Fang Chang'an was full of confidence and majestic and domineering.

The two little girls looked at each other, and Wang Ke whispered: "Ignore him, let's look at us."

"Uh-huh."

Shen Mo nodded vigorously, and the two looked at each other again, smiling at each other, and bowed their heads to read the book as if they had won a victory, and ignored him.

Fang Chang'an looked behind and then on the left, and felt deeply that his husband was in a bad mood... Ah, and deeply felt that the squad leader's majesty had nowhere to be placed.

Fortunately, the bell rang. Old Mrs. Xu walked into the classroom with a tape recorder in one hand and a chair in the other. He stood up first and said with a loud "Stand up!"
Chapter completed!