[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

"Jian Zhao!!!!"

The Chinese teacher's angry voice resounded in the classroom, Jian Zhao smiled apologetically, and then said, "I'm sorry teacher, it's 'Xue loses Mei Duanxiang'."

"Sit down, listen carefully during class, and avoid losing points during the exam."

In front of the whole class, Jian Zhao made such an ugly face. After sitting down, he held the pen in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a certain culprit lying on the desk, and shrugged his shoulders. A shrug.

The two were at the same table, so close to each other, Jian Zhao could even hear his low-pitched laughter, and his face became even uglier.

Glancing at the teacher who was writing on the blackboard with chalk, he put down the pen and, under the cover of the pile of books in front of the desk, grabbed Ke Ai's wrist and pulled him under the desk.

A burst of force came from his wrist, and Ke Ai turned his head to look at Jian Zhao in a daze. It was wrapped in Jian Zhao's palm.

Subconsciously, Ke Ai scratched Jian Zhao's palm, and the numbness was transmitted from Ke Ai's fingertips to Jian Zhao's palm. Jian Zhao subconsciously loosened, and a candy was stuffed into his palm.

Looking up, Ke Ai blinked at him, and Jian Zhao frowned in a daze.

His mind was still filled with the tingling sensation of Ke Ai's fingertips gently scratching him, and he didn't notice the eagerness in Ke Ai's eyes. After he recovered, a hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

"Jian Zhao! And this new classmate! Stand up for me! Eat in class, haven't you read the school rules! Stand outside the classroom for me."

This experience of being punished by the teacher was very strange to Ke Ai, he walked out in a daze, Jian Zhao cursed secretly in his heart and followed.

Today's weather is good, the sun looks extraordinarily warm, falling on the corridor through the gaps in the leaves of the big trees outside the classroom, and the jumping light spots are inexplicably mischievous.

Ke Ai clutched the book in his hand, turned his head to stare at Jian Zhao who was standing beside him, frowned and said, "I was punished by the teacher, it's all your fault..."

Jian Zhao has never seen such a beating person before, he stared at the layer of water mist under Ke Ai's eyes for a moment, his eyes were foggy, and his mouth was pursed as if he was dissatisfied with it.

The appearance of complaining in anger does not seem to be complaining, the voice is too soft, the tone is too soft, coupled with the soft and waxy voice, it seems to be acting like a baby.

Jian Zhao didn't try to coax anyone, he tightly held the candy that Ke Ai handed him earlier in his palm, took off the outer layer of candy wrapper under the cover of the book, and handed it to Ke Ai's mouth.

The sun was just right, and the warm breeze blew across the side of the face. From the corridor of their classroom, they could easily see all kinds of things on the playground. Students in school uniforms ran wantonly on the playground.

Jian Zhao's handsome features were slightly cold, he was wearing a school uniform, and his nails were neatly trimmed. At this time, he squeezed a candy from his slender fingers and handed it to Ke Ai's mouth.

While the complexion softened, even the eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of tenderness.

Ke Ai saw the teacher walking down from the podium, seeing that as long as the teacher turned his head, he could see what they were doing, without thinking, he lowered his head subconsciously and took the candy off Jian Zhao's fingertips.