A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Huang Mao and the others looked at each other, a bit of hesitation flashed across their faces.

It would be fine if it was any other thorn, but it happened to be the famous Shen Wen in the school.

This sudden, unknown but terrifying existence popped up.

When Shen Wen first arrived, everyone saw that he was always lazy and idle, and thought he was just an ordinary good-looking student.

When he was only called a school girl by school girls, someone had provoked him.

Last semester before classes were divided, Shen Wen's deskmate was the notorious former bully in the school.

The former school bully witnessed with his own eyes that the girlfriend he was dating handed Shen Wen a love letter, and then Shen Wen dismissed it lightly.

The girlfriend was crying like pear blossoms and raining, and the boy who was greened was furious on the spot, rushing over to fight him to the death.

In the end, Shen Wen punched him into the wall, almost smashed into the piece of meat in the meat bun, and was taken away by the ambulance.

Then never came back, never heard from again.

That's fine, later someone saw Shen Wen hitting the teacher in the next class.

It is still a teacher with a long tenure and rich teaching experience!

Now everyone thinks he's done.

As a result, the teacher never came back, and there was no news from him.

Shen Wen was supposed to go to class the next day, skipped classes, and had a good time.

The title of school bully is completely placed on his head, and no one dares to challenge him anymore.

Don't ask, if you ask, you dare not mess with anyone, otherwise you will never hear from me tomorrow.

Several people exchanged a few rounds of glances, and finally Huang Mao let go and said to Shen Wen: "Okay, for your sake, we won't fight today."

Huang Mao passed by Zhuang Shen before leaving, gave him a gloomy look, snorted coldly, and walked out with his chin up.

The sound of footsteps going downstairs gradually faded away, Shen Wen came over, looked up and down slowly at Zhuang Shen: "Your schedule today is quite rich."

As the boy approached, Zhuang Shen could smell a faint smell of cigarettes on his body.

It was blown away by the wind, with a faint taste.

Zhuang Shen doesn't like the smell of smoke, but there seems to be a little cool mint flavor in this smell.

Unbelievably, it made him feel that the smell was quite comfortable.

My heart, which was a little parched by the sun, gradually calmed down.

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes and said calmly, "It's okay."

"Is this alright?" Shen Wen seemed to find the words quite interesting, "Then your ordinary life is pretty exciting."

Zhuang Shen thought to himself that you, the protagonist, should be the most exciting, and he replied, "I don't want to either. Isn't it because you are here? I called out in my heart, and you came out to help me."

"Fuck." Shen Wen tilted his head, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and gave a low laugh: "Then I was quite in time? I helped you, should you give me something in return?"

Zhuang Shen: "...?"

Shen Wen pointed to the easel: "Why don't you stand by the side and be a character reference for me?"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

Then he might as well go back in time and fight with the yellow hairs.

Shen Wen seemed to see his reluctance, leaning against the wall and said lazily: "Okay, just kidding, go back and close the door for me."

Zhuang Shen breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door, and when he held the handrail, he took a look inside.

Just when a gust of wind blew past, Shen Wen's white clothes were raised, revealing a thin and strong belly.

Zhuang Shen moved his eyes away, and said softly when closing the door: "Just now, thank you."

The moment the iron door closed, Shen Wen's low voice came from the wind: "You're welcome, my deskmate."

When I went back to class in the afternoon, Shen Wen still didn't come.

Zhuang Shen lowered his head and quietly designed the topic on the table.

Jiang Huai turned around in front of him, saw him writing with his face down, and asked, "What are you writing?"

Under Zhuang Shen's notebook, there was a math book casually spread out, and he replied blankly: "The math is too bad, copy the math questions to find out how you feel."

"Huh?" Although Jiang Huai is a scumbag, he also knows that learning doesn't seem to be like this. "Brother, your method of learning mathematics is not right?"

Zhuang Shen said seriously: "I quite like it."

Jiang Huai vaguely saw part of the content in his notebook behind the pile of textbooks.

He couldn't understand what was written.

Because the characters are really crazy, especially when viewed from the opposite direction, they are messy.

Although Jiang Huai's handwriting is not very good, it's just a primary school student's handwriting that is not very proficient, but he can still read it clearly. Compared with him, Zhuang Shen's character is a bit ugly.

The characters are ugly and the learning methods are extreme.

Jiang Huai suddenly had a sense of responsibility for seeing the poor students, and patted his desk and said, "You really can't do this. If you don't believe me, wait for Brother Wen to come and ask him. Your copying of ancient Chinese poems can still be useful for dictation. How can you rely on mathematics?" copy……"

Zhuang Shen thought that he would be able to shut up with a few casual words, but he didn't expect him to preach earnestly.

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes and gave him a cold look: "Thank you, but I like it."

"That's all right..." Jiang Huai suddenly felt a little guilty in his eyes, turned around to reflect on it, and felt that the new classmate had a bad temper.

But looking at his face, I don't feel too angry.

Sure enough, human beings have the essence of Yangou.

Zhuang Shen didn't look up to attend the class all afternoon, and kept writing the questions in his notebook.

Before school was over, he stopped writing and looked at the notebook a few times. After thinking about the general idea of ​​the two questions, he tore off the two pages, stuffed them in his pocket, and walked out of the classroom when the bell rang.

When I went downstairs, I met Liu Fan. Seeing him leaving the teaching building and walking towards the school gate, Liu Fan asked enthusiastically, "Are you also going to the reception room to get things?"

Zhuang Shen: "I'll ask for leave at night and go home for dinner."

"Well, then we can go along for a while," Liu Fan followed him, and began to ask questions that he hadn't finished before: "Why didn't Fan Sheng come to class this afternoon? What happened to you in the office afterwards? He actually There is no movement at all, this is not right..."

Chatting, chattering, chattering, mixed with the laughter of people around after school, it was so noisy that Zhuang Shen didn't put a word into his head.

Liu Fan talked to himself, and followed Zhuang Shen to the school gate.

The gate of Xingchen International is grand and spacious, and the security guards stand on both sides to check the students' school exit cards.

But today on this side of the school, there were quite a lot of people staying, and they all looked behind the door.

A white Mercedes-Benz was parked at the gate, and the person standing beside the car looked like gentle spring water, and his eyes were clear and shallow. Standing tall, the greenness of high school students faded away, and there was a bit of mature elegance on his body.

It was his elder brother, Zhuang Chenxu.

Liu Fan obviously saw it too, and was excited beside him: "My day, I recognize that person outside! Four years ago, Zhuang Chenxu was the champion of the science college entrance examination in our province! Back then, the interview video of him being the champion was scrolling every day on the big screen of the school. Why did you come to our school?"

Zhuang Shen didn't speak, and took out the leave slip in his hand, preparing to pass it to the security guard at the door later.

At this moment, a soft and clear voice came from the gate: "Brother! Why are you here!"

Zhuang Shen paused.

The girl with the schoolbag ran to Zhuang Chenxu's side and spoke to him with a smile on her face. She was a little far away and couldn't hear him clearly, but the smile on her face was full of vividness.

People around looked at them, half surprised and half envious.

Liu Fan was surprised again: "My day is my day! Isn't this Zhuang Ruoying, the class flower of the third class? So she is Zhuang Chenxu's younger sister? She is good-looking and has good grades, and there is such an outstanding brother. Isn't it fair..."

Zhuang Shen's face was cold and clear, and he didn't respond.

Liu Fan was going to the reception room, parted ways with Zhuang Shen after a few words of emotion, Zhuang Shen gripped the leave note tightly, turned his footsteps, and walked to the side forest path.

He can accept going home with Zhuang Chenxu, but if he sits next to Zhuang Ruoying, then he might as well take a taxi by himself to be more peaceful.

Outside the gate, Zhuang Ruoying hugged Zhuang Chenxu's arm and asked kindly: "Brother, why are you free today?"

"I'm here to pick up Xiaoshen," Zhuang Chenxu smiled at her with a gentle and gentlemanly face, "Did you see him, why hasn't he come out yet?"

Zhuang Ruoying's originally sweet smile froze, but she still maintained her smile beside the crowd of people: "I don't know, I haven't met him before, but..."

She frowned, seemed a little embarrassed, and said hesitantly: "Today, I went to the office with the teacher to release the test papers. I heard the teachers said that he injured a classmate as soon as he entered the class. I don't know how to deal with it later..."

Zhuang Chenxu frowned, with some worry in his eyes.

"Brother, can I take your car home today?" Zhuang Ruoying tugged at his sleeve, biting her lip aggrievedly, "You haven't seen me off a few times."

Zhuang Chenxu's face was a little anxious, he just nodded: "Go in."

"Thank you bro!"

Zhuang Ruoying opened the passenger seat, got in and called the driver to let him go back by himself.

After hanging up the phone, she looked out the window.

Zhuang Chenxu listened to the phone and seemed to be waiting for the other party to connect, his brows and eyes were slightly twisted, and he could see the concern and worry on his face.

It was the complete opposite of Zhuang Ruoying's attitude when she told his father in the morning.

Zhuang Ruoying lowered her head, clasped the phone case with her fingers, and her downcast eyes were filled with gloom.

Why Zhuang Shen again?

Obviously Zhuang Shen is so bad and so worthless, but Zhuang Chenxu will still come here to pick him up for him.

Zhuang Huiye has given up on Zhuang Shen, but Zhuang Chenxu still treats him so well.

She also wants to have this love.

The phone rang for a while before Zhuang Shen connected. Zhuang Chenxu's tone was anxious: "Xiao Shen, where are you?"

At this moment, Zhuang Shen was walking along the trail. There were few people on this road, and he could see the back door of the school from a distance.

"I called a car and just got in."

"You're already in the car?" Zhuang Chenxu's tone softened, and he added: "Didn't I say I'd come to pick you up, didn't you see me at the main entrance?"

Zhuang Shen: "Yes."

Zhuang Chenxu was silent for a moment, but still didn't ask any more questions, and said softly: "Forget it, see you at home later."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Chenxu opened the car door and sat in, put on his seat belt and said, "Your second brother is already in the car, let's go too."

Hearing this sentence, Zhuang Ruoying's originally unhappy face suddenly smiled: "Okay." After a pause, she asked innocently: "Didn't you tell the second brother that you were waiting for him at the door?"

Zhuang Chenxu sighed: "He didn't see me."

Zhuang Ruoying nodded thoughtfully, and her mood improved a lot: "Oh...I saw my brother before I came out, brother, I will stop by the dessert shop later, I want to buy a piece of cake."

Zhuang Chenxu replied hello, and started the car with a heavy heart.

At the back door, Zhuang Shen handed the slip to the security guard and walked out slowly.

The students coming in and out here are in stark contrast to the front door, there are not many people around Zhuang Shen.

There are several private cars, two school buses, and a heavy locomotive parked in the parking area at the back entrance.

The whole body of the car is black, without any decoration, with smooth and elegant lines, well maintained, and reflects the warm light in the setting sun.

Zhuang Shen glanced at the car several times before turning his eyes to the person sitting on it.

The man was wearing a black helmet, his face could not be seen clearly, and he was wearing a black T-shirt and dark jeans.

The legs are very long, and the hands on the handlebars are wearing black leather hoods, and the exposed arm is thin and cold.

Zhuang Shen closed his eyes, opened the car-hailing software, and waited for the driver to take the order.

He walked outside looking for the path, and the roar of the locomotive came from behind, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped next to Zhuang Shen, turned off the engine and braked, and there was a rumbling sound.

Zhuang Shen turned his head while walking, and looked at the people above expressionlessly.

The motorcycle man looked at him without saying a word.

Zhuang Shen lowered his head and continued to walk along the route towards the road.

After a few minutes, the sound of an engine getting closer and closer came from behind, and it stopped next to Zhuang Shen again.

The roaring and buzzing sounds are very refreshing, but Zhuang Shen is very annoying now.

He finally stopped and stuffed the phone into his pocket fiercely, his whole body was full of impatience, and his light-colored pupils were filled with coldness.

Zhuang Shen's face was calm, but his tone was extremely cold: "Are you fucking sick?"

The author has something to say: Someone: Is baby there?Baby look at my car!Look at my legs again, are they handsome? Do you want to ride with me?

Zhuang Shen: Brother Wuen.

Someone: I was wrong, love me again!

Gao Liang: [Shen Wen is a person with a sense of justice, rumors are rumors]