The place Zhang Kuang took her to this time is really interesting. It is a second-hand trading market, and everything is sold. As long as you are patient, you can spend a very small amount of money to find very good things.

The place is a good place, but the things you buy are really funny.

"After a walk, you can buy two little turtles. What are you going to do?" Dong Yang frowned and stared at the small fish tank in Zhang Kuang's hand and typed it for Zhang Kuang.

"The little turtle is not nice, it's called Little Turtle. Didn't the seller say that this is easy to support? It's so interesting to take it back to the dormitory to raise it." Zhang Kuang replied with a smile.

I bought the relationship for her.

Dongyang was quite helpless and really didn't want to accept this gift at all.

The two little turtles were sold by themselves. The original owner had to leave the city and could not take them away to sell them cheaply. He also gave a lot of things.

Zhang Kuang held the fish tank and carried a big bag to the school happily. He even ran into his roommate halfway, and stopped and enthusiastically introduced the newly bought little turtle to others.

Someone asked him what the little turtle was named, but Zhang Kuang said that he had not yet taken it, so he turned around and pestered Dongyang to name the little turtle.

They all walked downstairs to the dormitory building, and the two of them didn't come up with a particularly satisfactory name.

Zhang Kuang sat on the steps without caring about it, his fingers restlessly pulling the two little turtles, and suggested: "Or, give them our names? We are a pair, and they are also a pair, so destined to be together, don't you?"

"No wonder you can't even say the few names I've given before. The feelings are waiting here. If you want to use our names, you can just say them, and you'll beat me around the bush." ​​Dongyang immediately wrote a string of words to expose him.

Xiaojing was exposed and arrogant, and said happily: "I want to tell you directly that you will definitely reject it directly, so I used roundabout tactics. I told you, my wife, I have discovered everything, if you want you to agree, you have to suck your patience first. When your patience is exhausted, I will put forward my idea and you will agree 90%. I want to tell you directly, and you will fight back to me when you are patient and combative."

Is this really the case?

Dongyang thought about it carefully and hey, it seems that this is true.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Kuang knew himself better than her.

Seeing that Dongyang didn't speak, Zhang Kuang smiled proudly and said, "It's not appropriate to call Zhang Kuang Li Dongyang directly. When the boss comes back, he will definitely wonder why they want to give the two turtles this name. Don't think that they are brain-cumming. Let's just give them a nickname. My nickname is Tuantuan, so this little turtle is Tuantuan."

As he said that, he was so naughty that he had just named Tuantuan, and he was silly as he watched Tuantuan lying in the fish tank with his back on his back.

"Tuantuan? Why is Tuantuan called it Tuantuan? It looks like a kitten and a puppy!" Dongyang asked typing.

Zhang Kuang didn't feel embarrassed, and the silly smile on his face was replaced by a nostalgic expression. He explained: "I was very fat when I was born. My grandfather said I looked like buns, and my breasts said I looked like dumplings. Anyway, they were all round. My nickname was based on my figure when I was born."

Dongyang nodded in a clear understanding and did not ask anything else.

She could see that Zhang Kuang didn't want to mention her grandparents much, so she was tactful and stopped asking more questions.

"If you call it Tuantuan, then I will be called Yangyang." Dongyang continued to type and explained his nickname to Zhang Kuang: "In my impression, it seems that only my sister calls me that. I asked her to call me Dongdong. She said that it is not as good as Yangyang, so she refused to change it. My parents may have called her, but I don't remember it anymore. Now that my sister is gone, no one will call me Yangyang anymore."

Among colleagues, the older ones called her Xiao Li, the younger ones called her Sister Dongyang, the same age as her, the same name as her full name, and the good relationship is called her Dongyang, and no one calls her Yangyang again.

The topic went further and further in the direction of sentimentality. Zhang Kuang felt particularly distressed Dongyang, patted her arm with comfort, and called softly: "Yangyang, I will call you like this in the future, can I call you like this?"

In just a pretty ordinary sentence, Dongyang didn't know what was wrong. His nose felt sore and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Hey, if you don't want to, I won't scream. Why are you crying?" Zhang Kuang was so anxious that he forgot that there was a tissue in his backpack, so he pulled his short sleeves awkwardly to wipe Dongyang's tears.

Dong Yang Beier avoided it and sniffed, tried to adjust her emotions and did not type anymore. Instead, she endured the pain in her throat and said in a particularly hoarse voice: "It's probably too long since I heard someone call me like this, and I haven't controlled my emotions for a while. It's okay, just call it whatever you want in the future, I don't care."

Zhang Kuang screamed a few more times, and Dongyang's emotions would no longer be stirred.

As he screamed, Zhang Kuang felt it was unfair again.

"I call you nickname, do you have to call me nickname too? Come on, call me one," Zhang Kuang said excitedly.

"You are almost thirty years old, and you still have someone to call you a nickname. Is it so shameless?" Dongyang refused to shout, typing and mocking Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang was very dissatisfied: "What's wrong with me being older? Who stipulates that people who are nearly thirty cannot be called Xiaominger? I like others to call me Xiaoming, especially you, just call me."

Dongyang was so hard that he had no choice but to speak and whisper: "Tuantuan."

After calling her, she couldn't help but feel happy.

"Why do I feel like I'm not calling you, but a giant panda?" she typed.

Zhang Kuang was also happy and said shamelessly: "It means I am as cute as a giant panda."

Dongyang:...

The two of them talked slowly and talked slowly, and their words were very childish and ridiculous. From time to time, they would say a few shameless words, and they would laugh and laugh and laugh.

Happy time is always not long, and the two are having fun chatting. Dongyang's cell phone vibrates wildly, and it was Guo Jia's call.

Dongyang's throat was sore and it was inconvenient to answer, so Zhang Kuang picked it up for her.

It turned out that the class had to fill out the application form for the scholarship. Guo Jia asked her if she wanted to apply. If she applied, she had to rush to the class as soon as possible. The instructor and other applicants were there.

The grants of this university are quite strict. You must first fill out the form to apply and then report the reasons for the application in the class. Students will vote based on the situation of each applicant and finally decide who can get the scholarship and the level of the scholarship.

Because of the reasons for applying for private prosecution, many people will scold the school every year when applying for scholarships, saying that this does not respect the privacy of students and will cause psychological burden on applicants with poor family conditions, and should be banned.

Dongyang is not good at evaluating this. Who knows if the person applying for scholarships is really ashamed to mention his family situation in front of others? Anyway, Dongyang doesn't care. When she was in college, she always applied for scholarships. Both parents died and her own sister was raised. This is not a shameful thing, and it has nothing to do with self-esteem or something. There is nothing that cannot be said.
Chapter completed!