[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao has the urge to wake up, because when he is woken up by external forces, he will always be irritable. He stood up suddenly, and when he walked to the door, his indifferent eyes fell on Ke Ai who was standing there, and asked in a cold voice : "Aren't you going to pick up the book?"

"Oh, here we come."

Ke Ai responded hastily, and whispered to the little yellow duck in his heart that this male lead looks like a good person, not as bad as he thought at all, as long as he doesn't yell at himself fiercely, he is willing to take good care of him and make love with him Boy friend.

Standing up, she happily walked towards Jian Zhao.

Standing by the door, Jian Zhao saw Ke Ai walking towards him with bright eyes, and suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

"Which school did you go to? Why can't you think of coming here?"

Walking in the corridor, Jian Zhao took the initiative to talk. This school cannot be said to be bad, but there are more schools in their city that teach better than this one. Judging by Ke Ai's clothes, it is obvious that his family is in good condition.

"Because Cupid said, come here." Because, you are here.

The little yellow duck's name is 'Cupid', although he is just a little yellow duck.

"Go, go get the book, it's time for class later."

Jian Zhao hasn't had a good conversation with anyone for a long time. Most people's impression of him is taciturn. It's rare to talk so much with Ke Ai today, especially after Ke Ai handed him such a Under the premise of an advertisement.

After receiving the new book, Ke Ai had a hard time holding a large pile of brand new books.

Jian Zhao followed behind him, watching him move forward like a clumsy penguin, and raised his hand to check the time on the wrist watch. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder in time, and he will be irritable if he exceeds his plan .

Quickly catching up, he easily held the book in Ke Ai's hand firmly, and strode towards the classroom with meteoric strides.

Ke Ai followed him, and the two of them entered the classroom together. Jian Zhao casually put the books he brought back on Ke Ai's desk.

Ke Ai untied the rope that tied the books, and put the books neatly in the drawer. He turned his head and smiled at Jian Zhao, showing his white teeth.

"Thank you."

"Need not."

Jian Zhao answered coldly, then lowered his head and began to look at his phone, his whole body exudes a sense of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Ke Ai took out a candy from his school uniform pocket, squeezed it reluctantly, then handed it to Jian Zhao, shaking it in front of Jian Zhao, his voice was soft as if he was acting coquettishly.

"Thank you for helping me carry the books back just now, please eat candy."

The white packaging, the pattern on it is a little hedgehog, and the cartoon-like pink nose looks very cute.

Jian Zhao reached out to take it, and Ke Ai's fingertips inadvertently touched the palm of his palm when he handed it to him, his heart trembled as if the softest place was pressed by the cat's soft pad.

The noisy chirping of cicadas in midsummer gradually faded away, only the irregular heartbeat was left clearly.

Jian Zhao stared at Ke Ai in surprise, but Ke Ai withdrew his hand after the sugar was placed in his palm. He noticed that Jian Zhao's gaze turned away, his eyes widened slightly, and asked, "What's wrong? Tang is very sweet." , milk-flavored."

Cupid said he wanted him to be good friends with the hero. Ke Ai had never had friends, and he didn't know what a good friend's relationship is like. In his cognition, giving him the best of himself is to sincerely want to be with him. Be good friends.

Ke Ai's favorite milk candy, he held back and gave Jian Zhao one.

Jian Zhao doesn't like things that are too sweet. When life is bitter, he always feels that touching sweet things is to numb himself and escape from reality. Today it is rare to remove a layer of candy wrapper outside the milk candy.

It's soft candy, and the whole mouth is sweet when you take a bite.

"Delicious, right?"

Ke Ai also peeled off a piece of sugar and stuffed it into his mouth. A small circle protruded from his right cheek, and his speech was a little slurred.

"Ah."

Jian Zhao replied in a low voice, it was really sweet.