Little Wolf Cub of the Ginger Demon King

When the two came out of the logistics department together, Jiang Lai asked the boy for his contact information in an open and honest manner.When he arrived at the new school, he was determined that it was impossible to rush out of the closet and find a boyfriend to fall in love with.But there are many handsome guys on the phone, looking through the circle of friends when they have nothing to do, it is also quite eye-catching.

The boy generously took out his mobile phone, asked Jiang Lai to scan his WeChat, and began to introduce: "My name is Sun Jing, a sports student, a sophomore in high school."

Jiang Lai's eyes lit up: "I'm also a sophomore in high school, which class are you in?"

The boy laughed, very sunny and hearty: "Class 11 is also called a special class. There is only one special class in our grade. There are 40 students, 19 art students, 16 broadcast performance students, and 5 sports students. I am one of them." .”

"Oh..." Jiang Lai nodded, and suddenly realized that there were too few special students in the school before, and they were inserted into each class in twos and threes. This No. [-] middle school actually organized a special class alone.The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became, and he secretly had some expectations for the start of school.

"What about you? Oh, you're in class 11, aren't you? " Sun Jing asked Jiang Lai. The boy had passed the voice change period, and his voice had a nice reverberation effect.

"Coincidentally," Jiang Lai smiled, "It really is."

This is a good-looking male classmate who fell from the sky.Jiang Lai has already begun to imagining the scene of himself sitting in the second-to-last row by the window, the exclusive seat for the hero of the school drama, handing towels and water to the second male lead who came back from sports.

"You also live in Gujian Street?" Jiang Lai became curious again, wanting to find out if this male student who fell from the sky has other special functions, such as commuting to and from school together.

"No," Sun Jin shook his head with a smile, "I don't have that blessing. My house is on the side of Gujian Street, a newly developed real estate."

Jiang Lai remembered a bit, if he made a little detour, they could still go to and from school together.He forced to rely on the path of a romance drama with two male protagonists: "Fate."

Sun Jing smiled and nodded.

After returning home in the afternoon, Jiang Lai felt much better for no reason, and he didn't feel so annoying when he heard Bei Xiaowu's awkward sound of the trumpet.He even whistled along with the tune unconsciously.

Sherman was painting in the yard, wearing sleeves and an apron, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a colorful palette in the other, with a pair of all-encompassing earphones on his head.

Jiang Lai stood far away, with his new school uniform on his shoulders, and kept giggling.

Xue Man was made uncomfortable by the weird atmosphere, put down the things in his hands, took off the earphones and turned to look at Jiang Lai: "What's wrong?"

"Mom," Jiang Lai moved closer, unable to hide the joy in his eyes, "Why do I feel that I am so hot that I am about to fall in love?"

Xue Man's brows were immediately rubbed together, and he sighed with a headache: "Don't mess around."

"No, no." Jiang Lai smiled and jumped up the steps, humming a little tune and going back to the West Wing to change.

After a while, Jiang Lai changed his clothes, walked around the yard back and forth, rummaging through it from time to time, "Mom, did you bring my junior high school music textbook?"

Sherman squinted his eyes with a headache, "What are you going to do again?"

Jiang Lai ignored her, rolled up his short sleeves to his shoulders, started running from under the walnut tree, and climbed up to the courtyard wall of Bei Xiaowu's house.

On the way here, he heard from Sun Jing that the junior high school they lived in belonged to the Ninth Middle School area.A major feature of Ninth Middle School is the drum team.Those who can enter are all campus figures.Recently, there have been many children playing trumpets and snare drums all over the street. It is estimated that they are preparing for the official admission to the school.

As soon as Jiang Lai thought of Bei Xiaowu, he understood everything.The children made it into the drum team when they were in the ninth grade, seeing that they were about to take the high school entrance examination after the Chinese New Year. No wonder they worked extra hard.Who made him in a good mood today, Beitian Gui repaired more than 1 motorcycles and he didn't attend, and he didn't make up a few substantive lessons for Bei Xiaowu, so he simply helped him tune up.No longer torturing the ears, it can be regarded as helping others.

The courtyards of these two houses are separated by a layer of fine bluestone bricks, which are different in color compared with the bricks in other places.

Jiang Lai yelled on the wall, and Bei Xiaowu's ear-piercing trumpet stopped suddenly, followed by a groundhog's scream, and Jiang Lai lay on the wall, annoyed and amused.

"What are you yelling about!" Jiang Lai used his arms vigorously, straddled the wall, and waved at Bei Xiaowu with his hands free: "Come here."

Bei Xiaowu stared stupidly at the person who suddenly appeared on the wall, quickly collected his soul, and walked down the wall.

Jiang Lai sighed, and drew a half circle in the air with his index finger: "I want you to come over, come to my house!"

Sherman was disturbed and completely lost interest in painting, and began to pack the painting tools in the yard, preparing to go to the kitchen to continue researching and developing new dark dishes.

Bei Xiaowu came, obediently, with a pipe number in his hand.

Jiang Lai sat on the high chair that Xue Man forgot to take back like an old man, with his legs wide open, holding a dry branch picked up from the ground in his hand, and a piece of A4 paper in front of him, He drew a few lines of staves in a straight line.

Bei Xiaowu frowned slightly, as if realizing what Jiang Lai was going to do, the expression on his face was flustered and joyful.

Jiang Lai tapped the trumpet in Bei Xiaowu's hand with a dead tree branch, and said, "You are tone deaf, do you know that?"

Bei Xiaowu nodded weakly.

The kid puffed up one cheek, his forehead was wet with sweat, and the T-shirt on his body was also damp. It looked like he was exerting too much force but to no avail.

Jiang Lai suddenly got a little funny, got up and pretended to walk around Bei Xiaowu, and then bent his arms to hook the child's neck.

The smell of salty sweat, peppermint shampoo, and a faint milky fragrance all evaporated from the boy's body.

Jiang Lai squeezed the child's face, squinted his eyes and smiled, thinking that if he grew a pair of long smoky gray ears, he would immediately become Grandma Wolf.This feels pretty cool.

"Come on," Jiang Lai patted Bei Xiaowu's head, "Brother, help you adjust."

This night, Jiang Lai thoroughly experienced what it means to invite God is easy but send God away is difficult.He thought he could solve Bei Xiaowu's noise problem before Sherman's dark dishes came out.Unexpectedly, it was already dark, and the little boy Bei Xiaowu was still walking in place.

Jiang Lai was wearing Xueman's earphones, leaning on the walnut tree and eating watermelon, thinking that if the time could be turned back three hours, he would be sure to stay in his room safely.He has seen through it, and if he wants to lead Bei Xiaowu to the way, it is not impossible, it is simply impossible if he is so stubborn.

Fortunately, Bei Xiaowu was really tired after playing for a whole day.Seeing the delicious and juicy watermelon in Jiang Lai's hand, he couldn't help swallowing: "Do you have mine?"

Jiang Lai leaned over and took a piece from the fruit plate to Bei Xiaowu.When the earphones are taken off, it feels like the whole world is shining brightly. Is this a hallucination caused by torture?

"Tell my brother," Jiang Lai pinched the tips of Bei Xiaowu's ears, "Is it because of some little girl's idea to blow the horn so hard?"

Bei Xiaowu chewed the watermelon awkwardly, and after a while, his ears and cheeks were all red when he thought about it.Frowning, he moved to the side in annoyance, the urgency to get out of the clutches of the devil as soon as possible was self-evident.

Jiang Lai was aggrieved for a long time, and when he saw Bei Xiaowu's appearance, he couldn't help provoking him: "Isn't it, let me tell my brother. I think your idea of ​​entering the drum team to gain the limelight is not realistic. , why don't I give you an idea."

Bei Xiaowu threw away the watermelon rind in his hand, reached out and took another piece from the plate and gnawed on it, shaking his head while gnawing: "No, you are thinking too much."

Just as Jiang Lai was about to speak, Bei Xiaowu added another sentence: "You are a big man, why do you always do some unscrupulous things?"

"Hey!" Jiang Lai slapped Bei Xiaowu in a slap in the face in a panic, "Okay, forget the pain from the scar, don't you?"

Bei Xiaowu quickly threw away the melon rind, took the opportunity to take the last two slices of watermelon from the plate under Jiang Lai's arm, and ran towards the gate with the trumpet in hand.

The author has something to say: Jiang Lai pondered while gnawing on the watermelon: Hurry up and start school, and you will see the good-looking little brother when school starts.

Sun Jing sneezed: Have I become someone's crush again? (Ku Daqiu looked up at the sky at 45 degrees with a deep face)

Bei Xiaowu: You old and unscrupulous people!