How to turn back my best friend who covets me [Rebirth]

In her previous life, Wen Zhiqing had just come to this class, and she was at the same table as Fu Zhengming, because this time she ranked ahead of Fu Zhengming in the monthly exam, Fu Zhengming, who was originally quite friendly, completely tore off her disguise.

When facing the camera, Fu Zhengming is a perfect, friendly and enthusiastic new century monitor and deskmate. But behind the camera, he has a different nose and a different face.

Fu Zhengming didn't specifically target him at anything, but it was just doing some small tricks in the usual daily chores that made people annoying.

He has always been open and generous. He said something, and couldn't bear people's haggling. But when he thought that a girl who was gentle and soft back then, she could silently endure other girls' rejection and cold violence against her. He never complained. He is a big boy. It's even worse to say more.

If you complain to an adult, or ask the teacher to change the tablemate, don't others still think that he and Wen Xinrou are both busy and sensitive?

At that time, he thought, let's bear with it, anyway, it's only a month.

But only two days later, when he came back from a weekend, he suddenly found that his desk was gone when he arrived in the classroom.

Master Qi pointed to his position and said, "Wen Zhiqing, I will be your deskmate from now on."

Contacting Master Qi's attitude towards him before the leaderboard, what Wen Zhiqing thought of at that time was:

This boy's competitive spirit is probably too strong, but his attitude is better than that of the squad leader. At least Master Qi wants to compete with him openly and aboveboard.

At that time, he really didn't think that Shaoshi Qi treated him unusually, thinking about other aspects, he didn't at all.

Silently lowered his head and glanced at the copybook in his hand. Now that they have been at the same table long ago, their relationship is not as good as before. I don't know where the crux lies?

"Young Master, I see that you like this type of font. I will give this copybook to you."

Fearing that Master Qi would not accept it, Wen Zhiqing added, "You helped me deal with that watch, I haven't thanked you yet."

No wonder, he had said thank you hundreds of times, just to talk to Master Qi.

"It's my thank you, okay?"

Master Qi propped his head up and looked up at Wen Zhiqing, tapped his fingers on the table, but said nothing.

Wen Zhiqing sat down, "During the Chinese test the day before yesterday, I thought you liked this type of font, and I bought it for you. It's hard to find outside, really."

Master Qi glanced at the copybook on the table, and then at him, "Can you buy this kind of handwritten copybook?"

On the cover of the copybook, the large characters of "Tao Yuanming Collection" that had just dried out still exuded the smell of ink.

"Ah...well, it's handwritten, not... not typed, ahem, because it was handwritten by my father and left for me to practice calligraphy when I was a child, yes!" Wen Zhiqing patted the back of his head guiltily.

Master Qi silently glanced at the brand new copybook, "Isn't it bad to give something that your father left you to others?"

"It's okay! My father wrote me a lot of copybooks, and I have inherited the most important ones. He hoped that I could practice well. My father will be very happy if he knows that there are still people who like his calligraphy. of!"

"Oh." Because Wen Zhiqing used his dead father as an excuse, Master Qi accepted the copybook.

Wen Zhiqing's eyes suddenly crooked, and his smile turned into a crescent moon. Master Qi turned his head away, not looking at him like this.

Wen Zhiqing didn't care, took out the books in the drawer and prepared to go to class. He quietly rubbed the fingers of his right hand. He silently wrote Tao Yuanming's poems all night yesterday, and his fingers were red and swollen.

After the teacher finished explaining the test papers, it was the weekend. Wen Zhiqing's test performance this time was not as good as before, and he was better than Chu Feng, a scumbag.

For the first time, Xi Huilin felt the pride of being praised by the teacher for her child's good study as a parent. She was very excited and insisted on taking Wen Zhiqing to go shopping and buy clothes.

"An'an didn't perform at a normal level, otherwise she would definitely have done better in the exam! Last time I said I would buy clothes for you, but I didn't buy them. This time I will make up for it together. If you want anything, Auntie will buy it for you! No polite!"

Xi Huilin put on high heels, stood with her hips akimbo in the beautiful shopping mall, pointed to the dazzling array of shops and said that she paid for everything.

The feeling of rich and powerful local tyrant is the same as Chu's father.

"Aunt Xi, it's not that I'm being polite. It's just that I, a boy, need so many clothes. I bring a few of them myself. It's enough to wear school uniforms. Girls like you need to buy more. You only have to change them in normal times. Otherwise, Let me go shopping with you, and I will carry the bag for you."

Xi Huilin dragged Wen Zhiqing into a counter, picked out some clothes, and made gestures on him without allowing him to explain.

"An'an, you really can talk, your mother must be very happy to have a son like you."

"I'm not good enough to make my mother suffer so much."

Xi Huilin listened to Wen Zhiqing calling "Mom" affectionately, and her heart softened into a ball. A big boy at this age didn't call "Mom" casually, as if mother was something that couldn't be said.

"This white one is good, it suits you," Xi Huilin turned around and handed the few shirts in her hand to the waiter.

"Actually, there are many clothes for boys to choose from, but the styles are not as many as girls'. I heard that you have two younger sisters in your family. Why didn't you come together? Auntie likes girls the most. If I can have a... …If I have a daughter, I will definitely dress her up beautifully every day, like a little princess!"

The rhetoric given by Wen Zhiqing is still the same, "There must be someone to take care of the family, so we can't all leave."

"Hey, it's right for your sister not to come. Girls are sensitive. They don't dare to let others know when they are wronged. They are afraid of being criticized. It's better for me to buy clothes and bring them back to them when you go home."

"Aunt Xi..." Wen Zhiqing fell silent.

Both father and son of the Chu family dare not compliment their character, but Xi Huilin is soft-hearted and kind-hearted, and has nothing to say about his kindness. She also helped him a lot in her previous life, but she was forced to marry into the Chu family as a young stepmother. Helpless.

"You are not allowed to refuse. Auntie bought this for your younger sisters. You have no right to refuse. Well, you can only help Auntie as a courier."

Wen Zhiqing followed Xi Huilin to a few more shops, and suddenly found two familiar figures.

After waiting for a while, Wen Zhiqing asked: "Aunt Xi, can you rest here first, can you? I want to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, let's go, do you know how to get there?"

"I know, don't worry."

It happened that the people in the program group were tired after following them all the way, so they went to the coffee shop of the shopping mall to sit down and wait with Xi Huilin.

Wen Zhiqing followed the person to the bathroom, and went into the toilet cubicle around the corner.

Someone called from the toilet next door, "Of course I know she doesn't like me! Damn it! Do you need to remind me!"

"I don't buy her clothes, bags, or shit, and she won't even talk to me! She is mostly pursued by men!"

"Hurry up and send money to me! No! It's faster to transfer money by mobile phone. It's so stupid. I'm about to settle the bill and have no money. I'm ashamed to throw it in the Pacific Ocean! Bad luck!"

Soon Wen Zhiqing heard the sound of gold coins arriving in the account, followed by the sound of flushing water and opening the door to go out.

After waiting in the cubicle for a while, Wen Zhiqing also opened the door and went out to meet Xi Huilin and his party.

When I went to a cosmetics store, the brand handbag store next door was noisy.

While Xi Huilin was trying on lipstick, Wen Zhiqing pretended to come out to get some air.

A girl ran past him quickly without noticing him.

A tall, muscular boy with a crew cut came out from behind and was about to catch up.

Wen Zhiqing reached out to stop him, "Friend, it won't help if you catch up now. A girl won't listen to your explanation when she is angry. You might as well go and buy the bag she wants first, and quietly send it to her, and give her a bag." Surprise, maybe she will forgive you."

The boy was in his early twenties, he frowned a pair of triangular eyebrows, and when he opened his eyelids and looked at Wen Zhiqing with a pair of dead fish eyes, the gaze he cast was very penetrating.

After listening to Wen Zhiqing's words, his eyes lighted up slightly, "Okay, brother, do you understand?"

As he said that, he patted Wen Zhiqing's shoulder unceremoniously, with great strength, "Thank you, brother!"

Wen Zhiqing rubbed his shoulders, "You're welcome."

After spending a day with Xi Huilin in the mall, Wen Zhiqing called Wen Xinrou to find out about Chu Feng's current situation.

Wen Xinrou said that she came home this time to take Chu Feng to class in the county, and she will go to school tomorrow after preparing her things.

After listening to Wen Zhiqing's instructions, just as Wen Xinrou said that everything was fine at home, she hung up the phone when she heard a neighbor's child calling her.

"Rourou! Rourou! It's not good! Your Ningning and the big brother who came down are fighting!"

Wen Xiaoya has a problem with IQ, and it is common to have conflicts with others, but most people in the village will let her go. It has been many years since she fought with others, and this incident is still a fight with that very vicious boy!

Wen Xinrou didn't even have time to think why Wen Xiaoya came home suddenly, so she panicked and ran out to have a look!

Wen Xiaoya with ponytails on both sides and a suspender dress, and Chu Feng, who had her hair cut forcibly before and now has short gray hair and bare arms and legs, were sitting on the field ridge by the road covered in mud On... bickering?Eating baked sweet potatoes?

"you are crazy?"

"Fengfeng, you are Fengfeng!"

"It's Chu Feng! You little lunatic!"

"Fengfeng! You can't eat it! This is mine!"

"Success, I won't call you lunatic, little idiot, and stop calling me that disgusting nickname!"

Wen Xinrou and the photographer waited: So this is his nickname!

"Ningning! Why are you back?"

Wen Xiaoya gnawed on a sweet potato and looked up, "It's Xiaoya! Not Ningning! Rourou, you called me wrong!"

"Okay, it's Xiaoya. Can Xiaoya tell me why you came back? Are you alone, grandma and the others know?"

"I... I came back secretly by myself, grandma and the others don't know..." Wen Xiaoya originally wanted to rush towards Wen Xinrou, but when she heard Wen Xinrou's question, she slowly shrank into a ball and hid behind Chu Feng.