Chapter 707 Anyou's Tonsil Inflammation

In October and a half, the golden autumn is cool, but it is actually bland.

As soon as Anyang put down his phone, he saw Comrade Xiaoqian walking over from the kitchen with a rag.

He got up quickly: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"No!" Comrade Xiaoqian frowned, avoiding the hand he got up to take the rag, and leaned over to wipe the table.

Only Anyang pouted helplessly beside him.

I feel like I've become a jerk...

I can only sigh, Comrade Xiaoqian has been in this world for more than a year. It seems that all aspects have been connected with the real world, but some deep-seated things still cannot be changed.

As soon as the table was wiped clean, Xiaochan came over with the dishes.

It is an exaggeration to say that she is not as tall as the table, but it is actually a little bit taller than the table, but asking her to bring a large plate of dishes to the table makes Anyang look a little daunted, for fear that she will lift the dishes above her head. When he put it on the table, he shook his hand and poured all the hot dishes onto his head.

Fortunately, the remaining two female fairies are very sensible to help, even the always slow Rabbit Fairy is no exception.

Anyang was left sitting on the sofa, feeling that he was paralyzed.

After Meimei had a meal, Anyang received two text messages from Ji Weiwei in a row, and he suddenly realized that in a few days it was the 100th birthday of his alma mater.

The alma mater here refers to Yizhou University.

The number 100 has always been regarded as a milestone in the eyes of the Chinese people, similar to the Great Perfection. There are often congratulations for the longevity of the 100th birthday. It seems that the school is going to celebrate it.

Ji Weiwei University and Anyang are not in the same department, but Anyang also knows her. Although she is not as active as An You now, she is also a relatively famous person in the department.

After all, college is different from high school. With a beautiful appearance and a cheerful personality, it is easy to impress teachers and classmates.

At that time, Anyang loved to play basketball and also played the guitar. In addition, Jiang Xinrou, a flower of the foreign language department, had a cheerful personality.

"But even if the school is in Daqing, it is impossible to recall all the previous graduates. The school can't accommodate the students who are still in Jinguan City."

"With the nature of this kind of school celebration, those who can receive the invitation letter should be the outstanding graduates of each year. Ji Weiwei works in the sales department of the Anshi Group and often deals with the outside world, so I will definitely not be able to run away, but how can I receive the invitation? letter?"

Anyang thought for a while, it must be Ji Weiwei's ghost.

Glancing at the date marked on his mobile phone, he quickly replied with a text message: "Thank you Lao Li, I will be there on time."

Lao Li is the director of their department's academic and engineering office.

Anyang said so, basically decided to participate in this feast.

It is not easy to meet the 100th birthday of Yizhou University.

"I don't know how many familiar faces I can see."

Anyang knew that even if Yizhou University had a lot of money and was willing to spend all of its money on its 100th birthday, it would still be impossible to invite all graduates in order to inflate its scale.

Some people can't receive the invitation letter, some people may not come when they receive the invitation letter, and some people want to come but they are too busy.

From a certain point of view, Anyang and Ji Weiwei are also one in a hundred.

It's just that the friendship in the university is rarely profound, at least Anyang has rarely contacted his university classmates after graduation. He also didn't know which classmates got along well, or which friends who had played ball and practiced guitar together became local tyrants, and who were invited to attend this feast. In other words, in the eyes of the school, which ones have the ability to feed back to the school after graduation.

Reality, for the most part.

The purpose of the school’s alumni association is basically to give back to the school for graduates who do well. It is estimated that the celebration will be better, at least there is a celebration that can be used as a fig leaf.

Thinking about it, Anyang took out his mobile phone and opened the QQ classmate group that he had not used for a long time.

A message was quickly sent out: "Classmates, who is going to participate in the centennial celebration!"

After waiting for a while, no one came back.

Anyang was a little embarrassed, but it was expected.

On the one hand, everyone is busy now. It has been three years since graduation, and this group has not been active for a long time. It is estimated that many people have blocked this group, which is understandable.

On the other hand, although QQ and WeChat are two brothers, the former has dominated the domestic instant messaging field for many years, but the latter, with its powerful functions and enterprise performance, has seized a large market of professional employees as soon as it appeared. The QQ classmate group in Anyang was created when I was in college. Now that I am working, generally speaking, everyone uses WeChat more.

After a long time, there are gradually a few messages replying.

"Let's save it, everyone has graduated. You don't necessarily recognize you when you recognize the school. The threshold for the centennial celebration is high."

"Yeah, even if you are cheeky, it will be a shame to be blocked at the door and not allowed to enter."

"It's not enough to be blocked at the door. It also seems that the leaders are too ignorant of life. A meal at school is still affordable, but it's a bit of a hangover if you want to sit in and enjoy the show."

"We still don't want to."

"Oh, let's not talk about it. When the boss sees me chatting on QQ during work hours, I have to deduct my salary and talk after get off work!"

Anyang put down the phone silently.

More than three years after graduation, the group of naive college students at the time has become a lot more realistic, which makes people feel a little embarrassed.

It looks like everyone is not doing well.

One of the speakers was his roommate in college, but college life is far from being as easy and comfortable as depicted in the online novel, and roommates rarely call each other brothers and sisters, and most of them treat each other like guests. Anyang has a good relationship with several roommates, but it stops at the boundary of good friends. After graduation, he occasionally greets him, but there are few in-depth exchanges.

The world is like this, even if Yizhou University is so famous, there are not a few students who paddle all day. Today, even those students who listen to the lectures earnestly can't find a good job, let alone those who spend their time on the Internet and games in college. It is a common phenomenon of the post-90s generation to have a bad life.

Only a small number of outstanding students can find good jobs upon graduation.

In the evening, the night was getting heavier, and finally two people said that they had received an invitation letter and decided to go to the school celebration.

One of them was his monitor in college. His interpersonal communication and academic performance were excellent. I heard that he passed an interview with one of the three major Internet giants before he graduated. His name is Cheng Luo.

There is also a female classmate named Hua Xueqin, whose family has a big business in the coastal area, and is a standard rich second generation.

Anyang did not discuss with them in the group, but chatted privately and agreed to enter the venue together at that time.

At this moment, a sweet voice sounded——

"Go take a shower!"

"oh oh!"

"Here, clothes."

With a swipe, a set of pajamas was thrown in front of him.

There are still a few days before the centennial anniversary, Anyang is not in a hurry, put down his mobile phone, put on his pajamas and walked to the bathroom.

The next day, in a hot pot restaurant in Jinguan City.

On the square table, three people sat opposite each other, Anyang sat alone on one side, and two beautiful girls sat on the other side.

One of them was wearing a dress, tall and slender, but bumpy and very hot. In addition, the delicate and cold girl's face, with a pointed chin, is very beautiful. The other is wearing black elastic pants and a body shirt. Although her figure is not so attractive, she is also beautiful and sweet. She dresses very energetically, and her age also adds a lot to her.

The two beautiful girls were sitting side by side, chatting happily and smilingly, which was very attractive and attracted a lot of attention.

The red hot pot was bubbling constantly, as if it was washing large pieces of chili peppers. The rolling pot separated the butter and the soup base, and the steam was bubbling.

Anyang also looked at them with a smile, perhaps because his parents were in good health, his studies had recovered, and he still had a good part-time job. Xiao Xueer also had a lot of smiles on his face.

"Why do you suddenly remember eating hot pot?"

"I haven't eaten it for a long time, I'm so greedy, why, doesn't Brother Anyang like to eat hot pot?"

Anyang shook his head quickly: "How come, I haven't eaten it for a long time, it's good to feel it occasionally."

An You interjected beside him: "Even after eating the hot pot smell, it doesn't smell good at all!"

Xiao Xue'er smiled sweetly: "That's why I come to eat it occasionally. It's easy to get tired of hot pot after eating too much, but it's very exciting to eat it once when the mood comes!"

Anyang strongly agrees with this.

For Yizhou people, the most important thing about hot pot is the atmosphere. Basically, what you eat is not the food, but the people sitting next to you.

uh, that sounds a little scary...

In general, it is the person sitting next to decide whether the hot pot is happy or not, as for the taste...

It can only be said that people from other provinces are fascinated by Yizhou hotpot, and Yizhou people themselves have already developed antibodies to it. I believe that most of Yizhou people who have studied in high school have the experience of eating hotpot during high school dinners. From snacks to big ones and not vomiting, there is only all-purpose rice.

Xiao Xue'er got up and picked up a piece of pea tips, put a large clip into the red boiling soup pot, and it didn't take long to cook.

Then dipped it in the oil dish filled with seasonings and fresh peppers and spicy millet, blew it, and immediately put it into your mouth.

She looks beautiful and looks good in everything!

She swallowed the vegetable, her thin lips were dyed red with oil, and she exhaled a breath of hot air before saying, "It tastes very good, Xiaoyou, you don't put any peppers at all, it must not taste good!"

Anyang poured down a few plates of meat dishes, and looked at Anyou in surprise: "Why is it so bland? Didn't you always like spicy food before?"

Xiao Xue'er picked up a ball: "That's it, Xiaoyou... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, Anyou covered his mouth!

Anyang looked at Anyou suspiciously: "Could it be that the tonsils are inflamed?"

Anyou released the hand covering Xiao Xue'er's mouth, nodded and said, "Yes, the tonsils are inflamed, and the throat is uncomfortable. Cough...cough...cough... You can't eat spicy food."

Anyang became even more suspicious: "Really?"

Anyou's expression remained unchanged: "Yes!"

Anyang lowered his head and ignored her.

The dish is ready.

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