Seventeen-Year-Old Unfinished

When he was seventeen years old, Chen Rui opened the curtains in the classroom, and the hot sunlight at noon refracted through the window. The class bell rang one after another. Chen Rui patted "Crazy Yang" heavily on the shoulder. His deskmate Yang Ying stood up and grabbed Chen Rui's neck and said, "Do you know I just fell asleep?" After class, "Would you like something to eat?" Yang Ying whispered, her eyes drifting to the head teacher who might appear in the corridor. Chen Rui was writing his homework intently, "Why are you treating me?" "I'll pay for it, you'll pay for it, 10 yuan, two yuan for you, and I want to buy the remaining 8 yuan..." "Did you know? Today is the homeroom teacher's evening study, and you will meet a math teacher on the road occasionally. If you are caught, it will be fatal ~ you have to pay more." Yang Ying looked at the money-grubbing man with a speechless face, "How much?", "Two yuan and a half, buy a Coke." God may be a little unfair today, as some of the students next to me must have thought. "How many times have I told you? You are hungry in the afternoon. You can eat more at noon. You have to buy sausages and Coke from outside!" Chen Rui suddenly felt that the Coke and sausages in his hands were a bit hot, and several classmates next to him also lowered their heads in "shyness". Chen Rui resisted the pressure and said, "Teacher, everyone wants to sleep at noon and there is no extra time to eat." "Is this the reason why you went out to buy things?" The sky gradually became dark, and Yang Rui returned to his seat. "I'm sorry," Yang Ying said weakly. "No need to say sorry, just show me your homework next time. I didn't throw your sausage in the trash can."