[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

The school uniform that Jian Zhao planned to change before was not dirty, he only wore it for a while, and didn't even smell much of sweat, but he wanted to change because he felt that the school uniform was a bit dirty.

If it was really lent to Ke Ai, it would be impossible to give him the one that he had worn for so long.

Jian Zhao frowned and put on the school uniform he was planning to wash on the balcony and put it on again, thinking that the weather is hot anyway, so it is not impossible to take off the coat except when the principal speaks between classes.

Thinking of this, Jian Zhao knocked on Ke Ai's bedroom door while pinching his clean school uniform jacket.

Jian Zhao's movements were quick, but Ke Ai was slow because he didn't wake up. When Jian Zhao knocked on the door, he was still brushing his teeth in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in his mouth.

After rinsing off the white foam on the side of his face, he tidied up the curled up hair subduedly, and changed into a pure black T-shirt. The exposed wrists were slender, as if they would be broken with a little more effort.

The collision of black and white reveals a fragile and docile obedience. Jian Zhao casually handed the school uniform jacket he was holding to Ke Ai, and said in a low voice: "In the break after the second period in the morning, the principal's speech must be Put on the school uniform, your school uniform should not arrive yet? Put on mine first?"

Although it was a questioning tone, there was an inexplicable sense of refusal.

Ke Ai nodded, and after taking the school uniform, he put it on in front of Jian Zhao. The school uniform was already big, not to mention the difference in their bodies. Ke Ai looked like a child who stole an adult's clothes. It looks kind of funny.

After putting it on, Ke Ai frowned and pinched the collar of the school uniform and sniffed it gently. He smelled the invisible special smell on the clothes, blinked his clear eyes, stared at Jian Zhao, and asked, "Jian Zhao... the clothes , have you worn it?"

Jian Zhao didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. Ke Ai just sniffed it like a small animal, which inexplicably made Jian Zhao's ears feel hot.

No matter how insipid the behavior, no matter how serious the expression, inexplicably makes people's ears feel prickly and their faces feel hot.

"Are you ready? Go to the classroom?"

Ke Ai nodded, turned around and went to the dormitory to take out his backpack, stuffed it with a few questions he had prepared last night, and planned to ask Jian Zhao for advice today, so he stuffed a small backpack to the full size, Ke Ai Ai still had some difficulty carrying it on his back.

Jian Zhao stretched out his long arms, and easily held Ke Ai's strenuous bag in his hands. When he went down the stairs, Ke Ai fell to the side because he didn't sleep well. Take it easy.

Because No. [-] Middle School has been taking the wrong school uniforms before, so now when ordering school uniforms, the students' names have been printed on the school uniforms first. It's still his name.

Weird sense of harmony, No. [-] Middle School is not too young, and the trees on various green belts are already old, although pruned every year, they still can’t stop their raging vitality, the sun shines through the leaves between the leaves The gaps fell on their school uniforms, and the dancing light spots were the most splendid picture of youth.

The little yellow duck Cupid sitting on Ke Ai's pillow in the dormitory is thinking seriously. He always feels that there seems to be something wrong with the current development...

what is it then?What is wrong?