After adopting an abusive hero [Transmigration Book]

"If you don't know how to write, little Zircon, just follow what I just said. The teacher will let you pass."

In the end, Du Anxiao concluded in this way.

Tang Zi was in a trance, unconscious.

It's like falling for a century, and suddenly you reach the bottom, your feet touch the ground, and the feeling of weightlessness continues.

"Little Zircon? Why don't you speak? Is there any question?"

Du Anxiao poked Tang Zi's face, and then couldn't resist pinching it because it felt so good.

If it was normal, Tang Zi would definitely dodge immediately, but now, Tang Zi's mind is a mess, even if he realizes what Du Anxiao is doing, he still can't react.

Or, reacted, but did not want to escape.

"I think... my brother is right."

The moment he said these words, Tang Zi finally felt a real sense of landing.

Like a bird that has been flying for a long time, it finally found a perching branch.

Tang Zi raised his head and smiled, his dark gray pupils were crystal clear, like a sky washed by rain, and the gathered dark clouds were broken by the dawn, revealing a warm aura.

Du Anxiao didn't know at all what kind of feat the plain conversation just now was, nor did he know how the hopeless soul was saved by these plain, homely chatter.

But Tang Zi was no longer surprised by this.

Because Du Anxiao has always been like this.

From the first time Tang Zi met him, he has been giving him salvation with his simple and easy behavior, great without knowing it.

"Brother! I think this composition can be finished today, and it won't affect going out to play the day after tomorrow."

"Well, Zircon is awesome."

……

This essay got a C.

This is probably the first time Tang Zi got a C evaluation, and it was still in writing.

The writing that he can win the winning prize of the competition for whatever he writes casually!

The teacher's comment is as follows: the candy cake is delicious, the teacher likes it very much, but you are already in the fourth grade, you are an older child, you can't write such a childish meaning, the teacher hopes you can learn to think deeply.

Tang Zi took the graded composition back home, crouched in a small corner and tore off the page before entering the house, and then threw the entire composition into the trash can.

If Du Anxiao asked and said that the composition text hadn't been released yet, he would forget about it with just a few words of coaxing. It was even easier for the teacher, just say that he accidentally lost it.

Anyway, he is a good student, and the teacher will believe everything he says.

Although his current behavior is exactly the same as Xiaopang who scored 59 points in the test with a red pen to change the score.

And Tang Zi did it very smoothly, without any psychological barriers.

After entering the house, it was rare for Du Anxiao not to come out of the kitchen, and he looked like he had just arrived home, with his suit still on: "Xiao Zi is back, how is today, did you have a lot of homework?"

"Very good, not much, is brother busy today?"

"Not busy, thank you, little zircon, for your concern."

Tang Zi blushed, and muttered in a low voice, "I just asked casually, so I didn't care about you."

Du Anxiao changed his clothes while talking, and untied his tie to reveal his fair neck hidden underneath.

Tang Zircon's gaze wrapped around him as if stuck, and he swallowed subconsciously.

Oh, don't get me wrong, he was just curious about why the fat man in his previous life turned into the current appearance of Yushu Linfeng, and he was looking at it with the idea of ​​exploring, probably...

"By the way, Zircon, how was your composition last week?"

"The teacher hasn't sent it yet."

"Your teacher's efficiency is too low. I handed it in on Monday, but I can't send it out on Friday."

"That's right, I also think the teacher's movements are slow, unlike my brother who can make a box of small sugar cakes in an hour."

"Hey, it's useless to act like a spoiled child. Little Zircon's sugar cakes for this week have reached their quota, but other snacks are still available. What would Little Zircon want to eat? How about biscuits?"

"Ok."

While waiting for the biscuits to be baked, Tang Zi slipped back to his small room, carefully sandwiched the only page left in the diary, and then glued it lightly with adhesive tape.

After closing the diary, nothing unusual could be seen. No one would know that he had put a composition paper with a grade of C in the diary.

No, actually there are, and there are.

Tang Zi patted his cheeks that were always hot automatically, and wrote stroke by stroke on the next page of the diary in immature fonts: I hope I can be with my brother forever.

……

Going to school on Monday, when Tang Zi was counting papers in the office, he ran into a composition teacher.

Teacher: "Tang Zi, why didn't you hand in your homework?"

Tang Zi: "I'm sorry, teacher, I lost my composition. I wrote last week's composition on the composition paper and gave it to the class representative."

The teacher's eyes widened: "What, you dropped the text of your composition? Why are you so careless!"

Tang Zircon: "I'm sorry."

The teacher looked like the sky was falling: "Oh my god, what a coincidence, I was going to print your composition as a template and send it to each classmate. Is it true that I can't find it?"

Tang Zi: "I've searched everywhere, but there really isn't one, teacher."

At this time, his composition should have been processed through the special channel for recyclable garbage.

The teacher was still in a state of shock and couldn't recover: "This, this is too coincidental, how could it be such a coincidence..."

Tang Zi: "If the teacher has nothing to do, I will leave first."

Teacher: "Okay, you can go back... By the way, I have another question!"

Tang Zi turned around: "You say."

The teacher's eyes sparkled: "Is it true that McDonald's buy one get one free? Is it okay to have a surname Jin?"

Tang Zi: "..."

Why did he listen to Du Anxiao's casual joke and write it into the composition!

The teacher next door popped his head: "It's true, every Chinese New Year is allowed, and KFC seems to have this event, you can go to the official website to have a look."

Tang Zi: "?"

Is the world too psychedelic or he can't keep up with the times?

Teacher: "Okay, I'll go right away! By the way, Tanggao, your father's sugar cake is really delicious. Thank you for the teacher."

Tang Zi: "...um."

All the thanks have been left in the diary with the lock.

Just waiting for Du Anxiao to open this heartfelt return gift one day on a whim.

The author has something to say: Today's Diary

Tang Zircon: Can you pronounce it more accurately, can you!

Du Anxiao: I don't know if the teacher likes small sugar cakes.

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The McDonald's one is real, little angels can go to the official blog to pay attention to it.