wine is character

Squatting in the toilet cubicle, a few people came in outside, and started to solve the problem by walking in the urinal.

"Do you think Musu looks like that these days..." Musu recognized this man's voice, the grass on the wall, where the wind blows and falls.

"Like what?" another person asked.

"Reservoir dog, I think that if I have two stinky money all day long, it would be great to invite someone to eat. Who will play with him now? His face is so pretty, but he really can't stand it."

"Chen Wenhu's nose bridge was broken, do you think that guy has mad dog syndrome, so vicious..."

Mu Su originally wanted to rush out and beat him up again, but remembering what Qingfeng once said, "Small intolerance can lead to big plans", luck swallowed the fire forcefully.

After those people left, Mu Su came out from the partition, thinking about how to get rid of these people's inexplicable sense of superiority in this bad situation.

At this moment, Huang Jue walked into the toilet and met Mu Su head-on. He quickly turned his head and walked in, but an idea flashed in Mu Su's mind.

With a "bang", the sound of closing the door was very gentle, but it scared Huang Jue very much.

"Musu, what are you doing..." He didn't know whether he was too guilty to be alone or because he still had a shadow of Musu's previous aura, he subconsciously retreated to a far corner.

Musu walked in step by step, forcing Huang Jue to the sink, put his hands on the edge of the marble, and approached Huang Jue's face, "Do me a favor!"

In the afternoon, there is the school’s monthly exam. The location of the exam room was originally arranged according to the ranking of grades, but this time it was just arranging seats in the class. Huang Jue unfortunately fell into the group of ignorant gangsters , It was like a piece of fat fell into a pack of hungry wolves.

Mu Su was sitting on Huang Jue's right side, and he could see Huang Jue's curly face just by squinting slightly.

When the exam was about to end, Mu Su tapped on the table with his fingers, Huang Jue stopped the pen in his hand, hesitated for a while, withdrew his right hand from the scroll, and completely revealed the answer in front of Mu Su.

The multiple-choice questions, true-false questions, and fill-in-the-blank questions in mathematics, except for the final application questions, Mu Su wrote on the slips of paper, but did not copy them into his own test paper.

Kneading the note into a picture, looking back at those boys who were scratching their ears and cheeks, thinking hard, and pretending to be casual, the note hit a person's head, and the long drought met the nectar, and those people instantly became more energetic. writing sound.

As expected, things happened earlier than Musu expected. Just before school was over, the radio suddenly named their class.

The director of the teaching office came to their class with a pile of test papers, and had a very serious talk with the class teacher. Those who copied Huang Jue's answers were called away without exception, including Huang Jue.

When Huang Jue got up, he looked at Mu Su worriedly, but Mu Su looked confident that he was absolutely fine.

Sure enough, Huang Jue was the first person to be released back, and his expression was much lighter than when he went out.The incident spread quietly in the school.

The group of people all copied Huang Jue's math answers, but the teacher found that so many test papers were so consistent in right and wrong. Years of teaching experience told her that this was definitely not a coincidence.

When school was over, Mu Su walked past the playground with his schoolbag on his back. The group of people were listlessly cleaning the playground and nearby unoccupied classrooms with brooms. They looked so unlucky, as if they were about to be criticized by the whole school, tsk tsk...

"You're happy now..." It was the first time Huang Jue spoke to her. Mu Su was still not very enthusiastic, but just thanked her, "I'm very happy, thank you for your help."

"You plan on them like this, aren't you afraid that they will find you?" Huang Jue stood a little far away from Li Musu, always afraid to approach him.

"Who said I plotted against him? They copied the answer themselves, and I didn't force them to copy it. Now you know who is the dog in the water." Mu Su's smiling eyes are curved, and there is a deep smile on the corner of his mouth." You’re not all helping me, at least the teacher won’t place you next to those people in the future, and you don’t have to worry about how to reject their plagiarism requests.”

"Did senior Qingfeng teach you this?" Huang Jue blurted out out of his head, and stopped Mu Su's footsteps, "Qingfeng? Do you need him to teach me such trivial things? Are you familiar with him?" Mu Su really didn't expect , Qingfeng and Huang Jue also knew each other, and felt slightly unhappy.

"He told you..." Huang Jue didn't go on, probably because he didn't tell Mu Su the truth, otherwise with Mu Su's personality, he wouldn't be so comfortable now.

"Tell me what?" These two people seem to have a secret, this is no longer slightly unhappy, but very unhappy.

"It's nothing..." Huang Jue shook his head repeatedly, turned around and ran away, Mu Su puffed his cheeks slightly, thinking: If you don't tell me, I'll ask Qingfeng, there are some secrets I can't know.

The time for Qingfeng to leave school was getting later and later. Musu was waiting for him at the school gate. Seeing that the porridge from the porridge shop was really delicious, he couldn't help but bought two bowls. Ever since he met Tan Qingfeng, he actually liked to drink it. When the porridge came, it was an incredible taste change.

Qingfeng has already entered the time when he is about to transition to the third year of high school review. Every time after school, he looks tired, but when he sees Musu, he forced a smile again.

"Why don't you go home and wait for me today." She habitually put her hand on his shoulder.

"I want to question you, you know Huang Jue from our class, do you have any secrets with him?" Musu squinted at him, Qingfeng pretended not to know, and asked back, "Of course Huang Jue knows, but what secrets can there be? Could it be that he spoke ill of you behind your back?"

"Talk about Qingfeng, didn't you say you have no friends? Why are you so familiar with our class Huang Jue?" He didn't know why he was unhappy that Qingfeng had an acquaintance other than him, so he elbowed him in the stomach, "You explain!"

"What did I say, you don't want to give up until I make up something?" Qingfeng retorted helplessly, suppressing some of Musu's arrogance, looking at the lowered little head, and couldn't help but nod. Ordered "What kind of porridge did you buy, give me some."

Musu used a spoon to stir the "corn porridge with sausage and lean meat." Passed the half-eaten porridge in front of him, stretched out his hand and fed it directly into his mouth, "Is it delicious?"