Because of the African Emirates, all the lucky points are counted.

Wen He's movements stopped.

Xing Wenbo was taken aback, Wen He was... so obedient?

He has a new appreciation for his charisma.

"Let's talk over there." Wen He looked behind Xing Wenbo. Needless to say, Xing Wenbo also knew that he was referring to a small corner at the corner at the end of the corridor.

So...exciting?

Xing Wenbo's calm words really reminded Wen He that with so many people watching, he didn't want to provide new material for the rumors and gossips all over the campus tomorrow.

But what was supposed to come couldn't be stopped, and even before the next day, a new post appeared on the school forum that night-"The former school basketball captain was brutally beaten by the number one talented scholar. Is this a lack of humanity or a loss of morality?" "

After self-study and school in the evening, Xing Wenbo ran into Xiao Liang as soon as he left the classroom door. Xiao Liang directly put the phone screen in front of him, "What's the situation? How can you be so noisy every day?"

Xing Wenbo was taken aback for a moment, "The former school basketball captain was brutally beaten by the number one talent..." A line of big characters rushed into his sight, and he took a while to push Xiao Liang's claws belatedly, "What is the situation... Rumors, It's all rumors, it's not like you haven't seen them before, these people are idle, giant can make up, it's worth your bragging?"

As I said this, I couldn't control my heart and began to play it repeatedly.

After Xing Wenbo and Wen He came to the small corner, Wen He continued to flip through his schoolbag. Xing Wenbo was thinking about how to carry out effective self-defense later, Wen He took out three thick notebooks and handed them to Xing Wenbo.

Xing Wenbo: "..."

Seeing that Xing Wenbo didn't respond, Wen He took a step forward, and Xing Wenbo reflexively took a step back, his mind still struggling with the thought of "Wen He couldn't find a brick, so he took a notebook instead".Wen He was annoyed, took a few steps over, and slapped the notebook on Xing Wenbo. Xing Wenbo was hit by him, and his back directly hit the wall. From the eyes of the caring crowd, the relationship between the two The silhouette of this scene is very telling.

"After reading it within three days, return it to me." Wen He firmly pressed the notebook attached to Xing Wenbo's body, as if performing some kind of sealing technique.

Xing Wenbo, who was being sealed, raised his hand to catch the notebook, flipped through it, and found that it was Wen He's English notes, a summary of the knowledge points of the three years of high school, which filled three books. Before I was moved, I was terrified, "...three days?"

Read all three notebooks? Excuseme?

"No, just pay me back now." Wen He said as he was about to take the notebook back.He had never borrowed this series of notes, and Xing Wenbo was the first.If the brand-new magazine is lost, he can buy another one. If there is any mistake in the notes he wrote so hard, he may want to kill someone.

What he wrote stroke by stroke was not knowledge, but his soul.

Three days is already the limit.

Xing Wenbo quickly hugged the notebook, "Okay, okay, three days is three days, I'll stay up all night and read it, okay?"

Wen He looked at him and silently withdrew his hand.

Then turn around and prepare to leave.

"Hey—" Xing Wenbo called out.

Wen He turned his head and asked "what" with his eyes.

"Did you really want to whip me just now?" Xing Wenbo asked.

No matter how calm Wen He behaved, Xing Wenbo also got his murderous aura.

Wen He thought for a while, then nodded.

Of course he was angry, even though he knew intellectually that he was angry for no reason—after all, Xing Wenbo didn't directly kill him, but just forgot about him, so he was still angry.

When I didn’t see Xing Wenbo, I thought it would be nice to beat him up. After seeing Xing Wenbo, I pushed back the rare feeling in my heart and ignored it. I quickly realized that this was not something I would do. It's not what I should do.Moreover, such a small matter may not be worth mentioning at all.

So get down to business.The business is to give Xing Wenbo the notebook that was dug out of the box in the afternoon.

There is still half a month left before the mid-term exam.

"Hahaha——" Wen He's indifferent face contained half candor and half aggrieved. Others might not feel it, but Xing Wenbo could see it clearly.Just when Wen He was about to explode from his laughter, Xing Wenbo opened his hands, showing his broad chest frankly, "Come on, I won't fight back."

Wen He stayed where he was.

Xing Wenbo smiled, "Didn't you want to slap me? Don't hold back your anger, it will ruin you."

It is common for him and Xiao Liang to quarrel, ranging from supporting different teams to liking different actresses, or who robbed whose chicken leg, who lost whose comic book.Their purpose has always been simple and rude, if there is anything uncomfortable, just fight.

Now, I meet someone who can't fight...

Just be beaten by him.

Xing Wenbo didn't know that his expression at the moment looked to Wen He as "Come on, come and hit me anyway, you little weak chicken shouldn't dare to do anything", Wen He strode towards him again, picking up his schoolbag and was about to hit him Face hit.

Xing Wenbo was startled, and he slapped his face as soon as he came—forget it, what he did...

But Liang Feng just swayed in front of him, Wen He's schoolbag reined in, and he didn't really make a move.

Xing Wenbo raised his eyebrows, "Do you feel distressed?"

"I feel sorry for my schoolbag." Wen He left behind these words, and left without looking back this time.

When Xing Wenbo returned to the classroom, he couldn't wait to start flipping through his notes, and immediately understood that Wen He's three-day deadline was actually not a difficult situation.Based on his foundation, there is no need to scan all three notebooks. Wen He marked the general knowledge points and the important and difficult points by category, and wrote a supplementary summary for Xing Wenbo's problem. These few pages of summary are placed in the first The beginning of a book can be seen as soon as it is opened.

Xing Wenbo didn't hear what Xiao Liang asked next, until Xiao Liang pushed his shoulder heavily, "Hey!"

"Why you!" Xing Wenbo feigned anger.

"Why did I ask you!" Xiao Liang was really angry, "Why are you smirking!"

"Where do I have it?"

"You haven't, just now the corners of your mouth almost reached the sky!"

"I'm willing to do it, you care so much, I'll eat your rice!"

"Listen to what you're saying, is it human? Next time you come to my house, my mother will beat you to death..."

"Don't worry, Aunt Bao will only kill you—"

"I'm going to fucking kill you right now—"

The two disagreed and stayed in the parking lot to chase, shuttled left and right and almost ran into others.Xing Wenbo unlocked the car first, gave Xiao Liang his middle finger, got on the car and rushed out, leaving Xiao Liang yelling at you behind him, wait for tomorrow.

When Xing Wenbo's back gradually moved away and disappeared around the corner, Xiao Liang was still in place.

Xiao Liang and Xing Wenbo lived in the same community since they were young. After the high school entrance examination, Xiao Liang moved. The two changed from neighbors and classmates to alumni and teammates. There is also a school basketball team that maintains their friendship.Talking about maintenance seems to be a bit deliberate. The two never thought that their friendship needs to be actively maintained. They have been close buddies since they can remember. As long as they don't think about this matter, it seems that it will never change.

But after the two retired from the school basketball team, things got a little trickier.Playing together every day turned into Xing Wenbo only appearing on the basketball court occasionally, probably once a week.The routine meal together after playing has also become Xiao Liang bringing meals to Xing Wenbo.

In the past, the two of them often got together on weekends and holidays, most of the time they went to play street basketball, and played games from time to time to have fun.Their life is like this, as long as they don't see each other every other day, they feel that something is missing.

But now, even on the only free Sunday afternoon, Xiao Liang is forced by his mother to take tutoring at home, study, study, study, study all day long, before entering society, he has enjoyed the sourness of 007 in advance.

And Xing Wenbo seemed to be getting further and further away from him.

He and Xing Wenbo had known each other for more than ten years, and had laughed wildly together countless times, but this was the first time Xiao Liang had seen Xing Wenbo's smile just now.

Xing Wenbo did what he said, and three days as he promised would be three days.On Wednesday night, after the evening self-study get out of class, Xing Wenbo stopped playing against the current, and directly guarded outside the stairs.It is amazing to say that Wen He, who has always been habitually immersed in himself when walking, can always recognize Xing Wenbo in the crowd recently.

Xing Wenbo didn't even need to speak or wave, the two just met their eyes and connected to the channel.

On the way, Xing Wenbo returned the notes to Wen He intact.Of course, just reading it once is not enough. In fact, he copied all the knowledge points that were useful to him on the first night, and kept it for three nights before returning it to the original owner. That was his pleasure.

After walking through the parking lot, Xing Wenbo had no intention of parting ways with Wen He. Wen He looked at Xing Wenbo suspiciously, and before he could ask, Xing Wenbo said, "Look, my bicycle is broken, and the school grass is gone." Do you have the right to ride the bus?"

Wen He: "..." Who would really put the title of school grass on his face every day?

shameless!

Wen He didn't hide his distasteful expression, and Xing Wenbo laughed, "Student, you need to correct your slander. If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can tell me directly."

"That's too much," Wen He said, "I'm tired."

"Look, doesn't that sum it up pretty well?" Xing Wenbo clapped his hands, "As expected of the number one talent in our W High—"

Wen He: "..." You shouldn't have answered his words.

The bus station where Wen He took the bus was not crowded, and there were relatively few people. There were only a small number of students coming to this station, so the two of them finally did not attract too many blatant glances.After getting in the car, Wen He didn't chat with Xing Wenbo. As usual, he held the tab in one hand and the phone in the other, flipping through the pages of the book in an orderly manner.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Xing Wenbo, but that in such a public place where the population density is exploding, everyone in the car can hear a sentence a little louder. He doesn't want others to listen to him chatting, ashamed.

Xing Wenbo didn't tease him, he put on the earphones himself, and the two stood side by side, busying themselves among the bustling crowd.

Every time the bus stopped, Wen He would look up and look outside to avoid passing the stop. This habit was cultivated from painful lessons time and time again.When leaning against the stand again, Wen He raised his head, but this time, he couldn't help being startled.

He turned around abruptly and rushed out of the car door in the crowd of people who got off the car.