Luo Luo, Luo Luo, Luo Luo, answer the phone. . . Luo Luo, Luo Luo, Luo Luo, answer the phone. . . Luo Luo, Luo. . .
That sweet voice with a bit of a baby sound, one after another, continuously, like a magic sound filling my ears, penetrated into my heart. This was Yan Yin's special call reminder. He looked up at the clock in front of his desk. It was 11:00. It was indeed on time. Hey, he sighed silently in his heart and answered, "Let's order He Ji's big rack of rice for noon today. Don't add vegetable soup. Order some juice. Well, just order watermelon." "Oh, Luoluo, bye." Click, listening to the beeping sound from the phone, hey, what kind of sin have I done? I am a person who eats in the canteen. Why do I have to think about the world-wide problem of "what to eat for lunch" every day? Regret hit me like waves again and again, making me unable to stand up straight. In other words, if I hadn't skipped class to eat that day, if I hadn't gone to the No. 2 Canteen, if I hadn't bought that damn bowl of chicken soup wontons, if I hadn't been so nosy, if. . .