[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

"Is the milk tea good?"

Jian Zhao leaned in front of Ke Ai and stared at the straw in his mouth. Whether it was his previous life or this life, he had never touched milk tea, so he was curious to see Ke Ai drinking it so seriously.

"Well, it's delicious."

Ke Ai took a big gulp, swallowed and nodded, looking at Jian Zhao's eyes became a bit more tangled, hugged the milk tea to protect him, and muttered softly: "I don't want to drink it for you..."

"I won't rob you."

Jian Zhao chuckled a few times, it felt good to bring Ke Ai to this classmate's reunion together, watching his various naive behaviors that made people laugh, could inadvertently poke the softest part of his heart.

After pretending to be quiet at the beginning, Jing Shao held the microphone and sang a song, and the atmosphere in the private room suddenly became lively, bursts of howling ghosts and wolves came into Jian Zhao's ears, and Jian Zhao unscrewed the phone expressionlessly. A bottle of beer in a can.

Fuck it, howl like a wolf.

Regardless of the little yellow duck's dissuasion, Ke Ai clutched the milk tea tightly and tugged at the corner of Jian Zhao's clothes nervously, biting his lower lip and feeling a little nervous when Jian Zhao looked over, he simply hugged Jian Zhao's arm and asked in a low voice: "Jian Zhao, will you sing me Little Rabbit Be Good?"

Jing Shao sat close to them, and choked up the wine he had just drank when he heard Ke Ai's words.

He, Brother Jian, is he good at singing Little Rabbit?

Obviously, it is more likely that his Brother Jian chopped up the little kid with a knife.

"You want to hear me sing?"

Jian Zhao stared at Ke Ai's dark eyes shining with stars, and was not as angry as Jing Shao thought. After Ke Ai nodded for confirmation, he replied softly: "Little cutie, I only sing for my future daughter-in-law."

He found an excuse to refuse, but Ke Ai did not chase after him. He pursed his lips and sucked a big mouthful of milk tea, his mouth was filled with coconut pieces, and his speech was a bit slurred.

"Ok."

Jian Zhao's voice is cold, and if he speaks without emotion, it will give people a very oppressive feeling. Ke Ai lowered his head and concentrated on drinking milk tea, and did not say a word to Jian Zhao afterwards.

There was only one day for them to play, and the KTV was set for three hours. At the end of the afternoon, Jian Zhao took Ke Ai out, and the ears that had been tortured for so long were finally relieved.

Coming out of the KTV at one o'clock in the afternoon, a group of people who didn't have lunch made an appointment at a restaurant, but Jian Zhao didn't go with them. Jing Shao knew that Jian Zhao had a cleanliness problem, so they separated.

Jian Zhao took Ke Ai to a private restaurant. For now, his parents haven't been as merciless as they were in their previous life, and they will give him a lot of living expenses every month.

After finishing lunch in silence, even Jian Zhao doesn't care about people, and he also noticed that Ke Ai seemed a little too silent.

On the way back, he saw a stand selling cotton candy. Jian Zhao bought a cotton candy in the shape of a cartoon hedgehog and held it in his hand, and stopped in the middle of a bridge.

In the middle of the bridge, the wind blows with coolness.

Jian Zhao casually handed the marshmallow to Ke Ai. Jian Zhao's personality was indifferent, and his clothes were mostly cold-toned. He was dressed in black like a cold killer, and he pinched a pink marshmallow in his hand, which seemed contrary to harmony.

Ke Ai lay on the railing of the bridge, turned his head away angrily and did not pick it up.

If ordinary people dared to play with him and lose their temper like this, Jian Zhao would definitely turn around and leave, maybe even kick him.

But...it was Ke Ai.

Jian Zhao leaned closer to Ke Ai's face and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Getting angry with me?"

Ke Ai turned his head to the side, the wind on the bridge was very strong, blowing Ke Ai's light golden hair into a mess, like a chicken coop, muttering in a low voice: "Don't talk to me first, I know you Don't coax me...you let me coax myself first..."

Jian Zhao himself thought about what he might make Ke Ai unhappy today, and reached out to help him tidy up his unruly hair in the wind. Seeing Ke Ai's sullen look, he smiled and sang in a low voice: "Children ask mother, Where is the rabbit's home..."

His voice was very cold, singing such a gentle song with a low voice had a special charm, Ke Ai raised his head blankly, Jian Zhao hummed a few words and then stopped.

"Little bunny really can't sing, there are also rabbits in this song, how about it?"

Jian Zhao seldom coaxed people like this, even he himself felt a little uncomfortable, so he handed the cotton candy to Ke Ai, and Ke Ai did not refuse this time.

"Are you willing to take it? I just took it, and many people were looking at me."

"Can I eat?"

"Ah."

Ke Ai unpacked the outer layer of plastic packaging. There was no trash can in the middle of the bridge. Jian Zhao helped him hold the plastic bag in his palm. Seeing Ke Ai eating seriously, Jian Zhao felt a lot more relaxed.

There is no evening self-study on Sunday night, but the gate of the school will be locked at [-]:[-] p.m., and Director Yuan will patrol the slightly lower wall of the campus. If he is caught, he will be reprimanded until midnight.

"Little cutie, take you to the food street?"

"it is good."

Ke Ai has no sense of direction, he knows himself very well, he knows that if Jian Zhao really leaves him here, he will never get back, no matter where Jian Zhao goes, he will follow like a little tail.

There is also a food street in front of the school that I don’t know how many years have passed, but most of the shops there can be used as staple food, and this food street in the city center is more inclined to snacks.

There are many snacks from all over the country, such as rice rolls, mutton skewers, and stinky tofu.

The food street is very lively, basically crowded with people, Ke Ai walked forward clutching Jian Zhao's sleeves, his black eyes were shining brightly, staring at the beef skewers on a stall, the barbecue master was sprinkled on the lamb skewers. Chili, slightly pungent.

"Want to eat?"

"Ah."

Jian Zhao was afraid that Ke Ai would not be able to stand it, so he only bought two skewers. Ke Ai burst into tears after taking a bite.

"Woo, Jian Zhao, this is so spicy."

Ke Ai wiped away the tears from the heat with his sleeve, complained to Jian Zhao with tears in his eyes, his lips were red from the heat and slightly swollen, pitiful.

"Who asked the boss to put the spiciest?"

The surface of the beef skewers was coated with a layer of chili noodles and a layer of chili sauce. He thought that Ke Ai could eat spicy so he dared to put it like this. Who knew that he was so spicy that he cried as soon as he took a bite.

"I……"

Ke Ai lowered his head and answered, Jian Zhao bought a bottle of lemonade from a nearby milk tea shop and handed it to Ke Ai.

"Thank you, Jian Zhao."

Ke Ai took a big sip of lemonade, feeling that it wasn't as spicy as before, so he thanked Jian Zhao.

There was water mist in the eyes, and the wet pupils were like a puppy, so soft.