[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

After being reborn, Jian Zhao has not matured at all. He can barely maintain his indifferent appearance in front of other people, but in front of Ke Ai...

Jian Zhao suddenly leaned in front of Ke Ai, Ke Ai stared at the face that suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and was stunned for a moment, Jian Zhao held his hand, and passed it across the corner of his lips.

"Little deskmate, likes to bite people? Why don't you bite here?"

Ke Ai was stunned, his mind went blank, he stared at Jian Zhao's lips stupidly, and involuntarily sketched out the scene where he bit Jian Zhao in his mind, his whole body was unbelievably hot, and the top of his head could almost emit smoke.

Jian Zhao's appearance is very fierce, his indifferent brows are sharp, and he even looks a bit gangster. The school uniform can't hide his coldness in his bones.

At this moment, Jian Zhao, who came down seriously, had a somewhat gentle brow and eyes, especially the movement of grabbing Ke Ai's wrist and sliding it over his lips, it was a foul.

"Jian Zhao...I, I think..."

The indescribable feeling is like the anxiety when going bungee jumping and being pulled into the air and looking down, and there is also an indescribable expectation.

"What do you think?"

After finishing the question, Ke Ai pulled out a doll sheep from his bag, and smashed it hard against Jian Zhao's face.

"I think you want to make me stand with you again."

After finishing speaking, he hummed twice angrily, and Jian Zhao's eyes widened slightly, staring at the doll sheep in Ke Ai's hand.

"Fuck, why did you bring this thing to the classroom?"

Ke Ai clenched the doll in his hand, and replied in a low voice: "Just...just use it to sleep comfortably..."

Heck, it's okay for this little kid to yawn when he's sleepy listening to the Chinese teacher's classical Chinese, but he wants to sleep more comfortably?

"I'll hide it for you. When you sleep, it will be more comfortable on the cushion..."

Then he answered another sentence, which made Jian Zhao unable to utter the sarcastic words that were already on his lips. He lowered his head and sneered, and took the doll sheep that Ke Ai handed over. It was fluffy and felt very good.

He casually stuffed it into his backpack, stared at Ke Ai's appearance of listlessly writing math problems on the table, a smile flashed in his eyes, he held the pen and whispered: "Which problem can't you do? I'll teach you. "

Ke Ai casually pointed to a question, Jian Zhao glanced at it, took out the math book, carefully explained to him the knowledge points to be used in this question and analyzed the question type, and then began to explain the method of answering the question.

The bony fingers pinched a pencil, drew an auxiliary line on the exercise book, and talked about another solution.

Jian Zhao didn't stop until the class bell rang. Not long after class, their teacher walked in. The teacher just came in and said a word when the phone rang. He turned his head and walked out. While the teacher was answering the phone, Jian Zhao felt To the point where his sleeve was pulled.

Turning his head, he met Ke Ai's shining eyes. Maybe the starlight brewing in his eyes was too bright, Jian Zhao couldn't help shaking his head, and then his palm was scratched by Ke Ai, and a candy was half-forced by Ke Ai. stuffed it to him.

"I'll give you candy, will you teach me my homework next time?"

"Ah."

Jian Zhao nodded. After Ke Ai saw his agreement, the corners of Ke Ai's lips were slightly raised, revealing the pear dimples on his cheeks. Jian Zhao looked down and saw that the sugar in his palm was the sugar that Ke Ai rinsed his mouth after eating. Had that taste several times.