Those who like to cook are good people

When Yan Heng was playing, he saw Wu Ci carrying a schoolbag home through the fence of the court. Yan Heng was always wondering how such a small man could carry such a heavy bag.

The pressed back looked a little bent, so I wanted to help him carry it.

The price of Yan Heng's ecstasy in thinking this way was being hit in the face by a flying basketball.

"Three points!" The boys in the class laughed.

It's really a dog's day.Yan Heng covered his face and cursed in his heart.

When Wu Ci came the next morning, his eyes were a little swollen.

"What's wrong?" Yan Heng asked.

Wu Ci looked at him, there was a big bruise on my face.Reflexively asked: "What's wrong with your face?"

"I was hit by the ball when I was playing." Yan Heng replied honestly.

Wu Ci stretched out his hand and touched it lightly: "It must be very painful."

Yan Heng watched his trimmed white fingers stretch out and lightly touch his face, as if touching his heart, and suddenly there were ripples in his heart, and it was a little itchy.

It doesn't hurt, Yan Heng thought in his heart, but said in a strange way: "It hurts a little."

Wu Ci smiled, his slightly swollen eyes curled up.Said: "Then you have to be careful when you play in the future."

Yan Heng nodded, watched him put down his schoolbag and sat down on the seat, and poked his shoulder with his hand.Wu Ci turned around.

"Did your family talk about you yesterday?"

Wu Ci was taken aback.

"Your eyes are a bit swollen."

Wu Ci smiled awkwardly and said, "No, it's just that I feel sad in my heart."

I don't even have any family members, so where did my family members talk about me?

Yan Heng didn't know how to comfort him, so he said: "I will find it."

But Wu Ci shook his head and said, "I walked the road again yesterday, but I couldn't find it. It must have been stolen by someone else. It's my own carelessness."

It's really strange, Yan Heng thought to himself, why should he blame himself if someone deliberately stole it.Yan Heng frowned and did not speak.

Wu Ci turned to open his schoolbag and took out his textbooks, but found that he didn't bring a pencil case, so he could only turn around embarrassedly and said, "Yan Heng, can you lend me a pen?"

Yan Heng took out a pen from the pen case and handed it to him, saying, "There is no need to return it."

Wu Ci took the pen, but when he heard this sentence, he didn't want to take it anymore.He said, "I'll give it back to you after class."

Yan Heng leaned on the table again and began to sleep, and Wu Ci could still hear his breathing.

Rich people are good, if you can’t take classes casually, you can still go to cram schools if you don’t.

Wu Ci shook his head, got these messy thoughts out of his head, opened the book and began to preview seriously.

After class, Yan Heng went to wash his face, and when he came back, he saw a pen on his desk, and Wu Ci in front of him was lying on the desk and writing the topic.Yan Heng sat down, reached out and tapped his shoulder.

Wu Ci turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Heng felt a little uncomfortable, and asked blankly: "Do you have a pen?"

"Well, I just went to the canteen and bought one." Wu Ci said.

After hearing what he said, Yan Heng felt more and more unhappy, and continued: "Didn't I lend you the pen?"

Wu Ci looked at him for a while, and felt that he was a little puzzled. Why did he still ask this question when he bought a pen by himself, and turned back and said, "I'm not used to using other people's pens." He picked up the pen and started writing the topic again, not wanting to be strict constant.

The young master has a temper.Wu Ci cursed in his heart.