A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Zhuang Shen left school to have a meal, and strolled around.

This world is similar to his previous world, only slightly different.

For example, the level of economic development in this world is higher than his original world.

Looking at the unused 10,000+ pocket money in his mobile phone, Zhuang Shen felt dazed for the first time.

The original owner's family is indeed rich, with a property of hundreds of billions. Compared with the original owner, Zhuang Shen used to be a slum boy.

Passing by the barbershop, Zhuang Shen stroked the hair on his forehead that was hanging over his eyelids, and walked in.

I chose a 20 yuan wash, cut and blow dry. Within half an hour, the hairdresser put down the hair dryer and looked at the boy in the mirror, unable to move his eyes away.

The stylist only cut his hair short to reveal his covered eyebrows.

Without the cover of his hair, his skin was like fine white jade, and his delicate facial features were wrapped in a sense of coolness.

Zhuang Shen glanced at the mirror, didn't respond, got up, paid the money, and left.

This face was exactly the same as his before, nothing to look at.

As soon as he left, the hairdo students next to him rushed to the stylist: "What hairstyle did he do! Do me one too!"

"I want to do it too! Don't squeeze, I'll come first!"

"And me! I'll do it first!"

Stylist: "..."

His hairstyle is all set off by his face, don't you crooked people have any AC numbers in their hearts!

Zhuang Shen was reading a book in the bookstore for a while, when his brother called and told him to go home.

The dealer is in a wealthy villa area where every inch of gold and land is worth every inch of land. A house is worth [-] million yuan.

As soon as I entered the living room, there was a girl's laughter: "Brother, the bracelet you gave me last time is really beautiful. My classmates all said that you have good eyesight."

On the sofa, Zhuang Chenxu looked down at the phone, and then raised his head to answer: "It's just as long as you like it."

Zhuang Ruoying looked at his gentle and handsome eyebrows, rolled her hair and said, "Brother, I saw a limited-edition doll not long ago, and it was abroad..."

Zhuang Chenxu was four years older than them, and he was the champion of science college entrance examination in their province four years ago.

After being admitted to Tsinghua University, he chose mechanical engineering and minored in industrial design at the same time. He started a company in his sophomore year, achieved good results in the circle, and often went abroad.

Zhuang Ruoying wants him to go abroad to help with purchasing.

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Chenxu stood up from the sofa, looked towards the stairs, his indifferent face softened a lot: "Xiao Shen, where did you go at noon?"

Zhuang Shen originally wanted to go upstairs without anyone noticing, but when he heard the voice, he could only turn around and answer: "Go to school for the exam."

Zhuang Ruoying's originally smiling face froze instantly when she saw Zhuang Shen.

She only remembered that Zhuang Shen always ignored himself, with mid-length hair and a gloomy look.

Today I suddenly cut my hair, and my demeanor has become refined.

I used to hear that Zhuang Shen looks like his mother, Hexian. Hexian is a rare beauty full of Jiangnan charm. It was only when everyone flattered her. Now I suddenly realize how good the genes of the daughter of a scholarly family are.

"I heard about what happened at noon, you don't have to worry about the exam." Zhuang Chenxu walked over, saw that his younger brother was in good spirits, and said comfortingly, "How is the school?"

"It's okay." Zhuang Shen raised his foot and walked up, "I'll go up and rest first."

Seeing that people obviously didn't want to stay below, Zhuang Chenxu could only nod his head.

The original owner rented a house outside the school and hardly ever went home, not even staying overnight at home.

Zhuang Shen opened the room, it was like a sample room, it was so empty, he looked around, his eyes suddenly sank.

In the glass cabinet on the wall, bjd dolls are neatly placed.

He thought of something, and opened the closet next to him.

Sure enough, it was filled with all kinds of dolls.

On the first floor, Zhuang Ruoying looked at Zhuang Chenxu who had gone and returned, and asked, "Where did the second brother go?"

"Go up and rest, and have dinner together later." He was too busy last semester, so he didn't go home much, obsessed with this reunion dinner.

Zhuang Ruoying turned pale when she heard this sentence: "Second brother has gone back to the room?"

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Chenxu felt something was wrong.

Zhuang Ruoying shook her head, thinking so what if Zhuang Shen saw it?It should also be a disagreement and slam the door and leave.

There was a sound of closing the door on the second floor, and the two looked up. Zhuang Shen was standing against the railing, holding a blue object in his hand.

Zhuang Ruoying saw at a glance that it was her bjd doll, she immediately stood up and said nervously, "Second brother, that's my doll..."

Zhuang Shen leaned lazily in front of the railing, and smiled at Zhuang Ruoying in the lobby: "But it's in my room."

"I'm sorry, second brother... I can't fit in my room. I saw your room was empty, so I put a few in there..." Zhuang Ruoying spoke softly and pitifully.

"How many?" Zhuang Shen raised his hand to look at the doll in his hand, and stretched out his hand casually.

Zhuang Ruoying took two quick steps and shouted, "Don't!"

The light doll fell from the second floor, shattered into several pieces before her eyes, rolled to her feet with a grunt on the head.

A sense of fear swept over her heart, she didn't expect Zhuang Shen to do this.

Zhuang Ruoying took a step back trembling, and smiled innocently at Shangzhuang: "That's fine, I'll let him have only a few."

Zhuang Ruoying didn't understand why the gloomy and silent Zhuang Shen became like this after a summer vacation.

"Why did you put things in Xiaoshen's room?" Zhuang Chenxu also realized the conflict between the two of them, and came over with frowns.

Seeing the eldest brother coming, Zhuang Ruoying's eyes immediately turned red, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes and cried, "Brother, I don't have enough room for dolls. I saw that the second brother's room was not occupied all the time, so I used his cabinet... I don't know what the second brother is. Brother will be so fussy..."

Zhuang Ruoying leaned over and cried against his shoulder, Zhuang Chenxu didn't move for a moment, frowned slightly and didn't speak.

Zhuang Ruoying's room is the largest among the three of them, with an area of ​​nearly [-] square meters, but she likes to buy clothes and collect dolls, but she is always not enough, so she started to pay attention to Zhuang Shen's room very early.

After being released for more than a year, no one said anything, and she thought nothing would happen.

Who knew that Zhuang Shen would come in suddenly.

At this time, there was movement at the door, Zhuang Huiye came in, saw the crying Zhuang Ruoying, and then saw the expressionless Zhuang Shen on the second floor, his face turned cold: "What's going on?"

Zhuang Ruoying raised her head with tears on her face: "Dad, it's my fault. I borrowed the second brother's cabinet to put the dolls. I forgot to tell the second brother..."

"A cabinet, making such a mess?!" Zhuang Huiye looked at the useless Zhuang Shen and became angry: "You still smashed things and made my sister cry! Zhuang Shen, come down to me and apologize to my sister!"

Zhuang Shen casually leaned on the railing, and said slowly: "Even if I can't live in my room, she's not qualified to use it."

Zhuang Huiye was dumped by Zhuang Shen today, and now he got angry, and he didn't back down at all: "What are you talking about, how can you do that brother! Come down to me! Apologize!"

Zhuang Ruoying sniffed and sobbed quietly, no matter what, as long as she was wronged, the family would stand by her side.

Zhuang Chenxu, who had been silent all this time, broke his mouth and said, "Ruoying did something wrong in the first place, and used Xiaoshen's room without Xiaoshen's permission."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Zhuang Ruoying stopped crying, and looked at Zhuang Chenxu in a daze.

Zhuang Chenxu always took good care of her, and satisfied her no matter what she asked for. In the past few years, Zhuang Shen has been alone, and she thought that her status in Zhuang Chenxu's heart was already very high.

Unexpectedly, I still haven't fought Zhuang Shen.

"Aunt Hui, go and move the things in Xiaoshen's room to my room, my room is not very useful." Zhuang Chenxu explained a few words, and said to Zhuang Ruoying: "Don't use Xiaoshen's room indiscriminately in the future."

Words are rare indifference.

Zhuang Ruoying was sobbing, lowered her head, and covered up the emotions in her eyes: "... Got it, thank you brother."

Zhuang Chenxu's room is full of books, and the cabinets are full, there is no room to use.

Now that things have become like this, Zhuang Chenxu probably still has some prejudice against her, and it's hard to say anything about the doll that Zhuang Chenxu originally wanted to help her bring.

Zhuang Huiye had no intention of fighting with these children anymore, so he gave Zhuang Shen a cold look, and comforted Zhuang Ruoying to go away.

After Zhuang Shen finished watching the show, he walked down with his mobile phone, passed them directly, and walked straight to the door.

"Xiao Shen, you haven't eaten yet, where are you going?" Zhuang Chenxu rushed over.

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes: "Pack up your luggage and find a hotel to put it away."

He rented a room outside No. [-] Middle School, and his brother called him over before he packed his luggage.

Zhuang Chenxu knew that he would not stay at home tonight because of his temper, so he could only nod his head: "I'll drive you."

In the car, Zhuang Shen looked out the window and didn't speak. Zhuang Chenxu wasn't good at finding topics. He didn't hesitate to speak until he arrived at the destination: "You can tell me if you are unhappy at home or school, don't Hold back alone."

Zhuang Chenxu's eyebrows and eyes are a bit similar to Zhuang Shen's, but they don't have a sharp sense of beauty like Zhuang Shen's, but are wrapped in a bit of gentleness.

"Oh." Zhuang Shen nodded, and replied based on his own feelings: "Very happy."

I also watched and participated in a good show today.

Zhuang Chenxu smiled and raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the top of his head, but when he saw Zhuang Shen's indifferent gaze, he moved down and patted his shoulder: "It doesn't matter if you don't have good grades. The money is enough, and my brother can support you."

Zhuang Shen lost his mother when he was six years old, and Zhuang Chenxu was only ten years old, but he is still more mature than his younger brother.

At that time, Zhuang Shen always loved to hold him and cry, and would cling to him to sleep at night.

Not long after, Zhuang Huiye got married for the second time and brought Zhuang Ruoying in. Both of them were attached to him, and they didn't know when it started. When Zhuang Chenxu realized it, Zhuang Shen didn't get close to him.

He knew that Zhuang Shen's personality change was largely due to his mother's early death and Zhuang Huiye's second marriage.

He is not good at comforting, so he can only find topics at random: "Remember to tell me if you don't have enough pocket money."

Zhuang Shen nodded and looked at the hazy sky: "I won't go back later."

Zhuang Chenxu frowned: "You..."

"I want to eat crayfish, just order a takeaway," Zhuang Shen said sincerely, "Don't worry about me."

Zhuang Chenxu glanced at his clear eyes, sighed, and could only agree.

Zhuang Shen got a good night's sleep in the hotel, went to school early the next morning, and came to the office of the class teacher Xu Xuehai.

Xu Xuehai gave himself a psychological hint yesterday, thinking that it might be a bad young man with dyed hair and wild clothes, when he saw the neat and clean Zhuang Shen, his face was overjoyed.

Although there are many criminal records, but with this appearance and temperament, there is still hope for salvation!

Xu Xuehai introduced their tenth class: "There are many art students in our class. It is also very good that everyone can feel the atmosphere of art."

Most of these cultural students, like Zhuang Shen, spent money to get in, or failed the exam, and were assigned to these classes.

Everyone just called the last three classes art classes, which couldn't hide a bit of ridicule.

"I'll arrange for you to be at the same table with Duan Nianwei, the study committee member, and you will study hard with her from now on!" Xu Xuehai was full of ambition.

There was a sneer from the side.

Zhuang Shen looked sideways and found that it was Ma Pingchun who was yelling outside the door that day.

Xu Xuehai acted as if he hadn't heard it, and called to Zhuang Shen and said, "Go, I'll take you to say hello to your classmates."

In class ten, Duan Nianwei, who had received the news a long time ago, was sitting on a chair with an unhappy face: "Mr. The product is very bad."

Duan Nianwei is considered Bai Fumei, and she is the top three in their class. As an art student, she is very popular in the class.

The people around immediately echoed: "No wonder why I turned around at this time, why did Mr. Xu arrange the seats like this."

"It's true! I heard someone say a few words in a group, that is, Zhuang Shen, with long hair, very dark, and I feel like a killer."

"Nianwei, what kind of luck are you, Mr. Xu is too good at doing things!"

After everyone talked about it, Duan Nianwei felt even worse, bit her lip and sighed: "I dare not tell Teacher Xu that I don't want to."

Fan Sheng, a sports student in the front row with a cropped head and dark skin, turned around and sneered, "Then let him go."

Duan Nianwei looked at him and shook her head: "Don't worry about it, what if he comes to beat you."

Fan Sheng liked Duan Nianwei at first, when he heard her say that, he took out his own ink and poured it on the table next to her: "Dare he?"

The people around thought of what Fan Sheng had done in school, didn't say anything, and watched the play one after another.

The black ink flowed out along the table, Duan Nianwei glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and did not stop it.

When the class bell rang, Xu Xuehai walked into the classroom and found that it seemed to be extraordinarily quiet today, and everyone was staring at him intently, feeling very relieved.

He smiled and said, "Yes, everyone is quiet, and there are no late classmates. As a student, the first thing to do is to be punctual..."

Standing at the front door, Zhuang Shen was thinking about how long Xu Xuehai's opening speech would be, when a figure passed in front of him.

The man was wearing a school uniform, tall and tall, holding a Van Gogh manuscript in his hand.

It was the one that Zhuang Shen saw in the car that day.

Everyone in the class looked at the boy who walked in together like a sunflower under the sun.

He was standing lazily, tall and long-legged, with good-looking cold white fingers loosely holding the sketchbook, and his voice was deep and lazy.

"Report to the teacher, I'm not punctual, I'm late."

Everyone: "..." You really dare to answer.