[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

It would be better if another person's jio didn't reach out and kick him when Jian Zhao had this kind of thought.

Jian Zhao sighed secretly, and helped him cover the quilt kicked off by Ke Ai.

This little brat was half asleep, and he didn't behave so well when he woke up.

After sleeping like this for a whole night, Jian Zhao's eyes were a little black the next day. When they had breakfast, the two sat down facing each other. Ke Ai stared into Jian Zhao's eyes, sucked the noodles and asked, "Jian Zhao, Did you not sleep well last night?"

Being kicked by one person one after another, it's no wonder that the tormented one can sleep well, especially now that the culprit is asking him with an innocent face, looking at him uncontrollably and wanting to beat him up.

"Ah."

Jian Zhao nodded lightly, and didn't say a word of extra words.

After breakfast, Jian Zhao asked Ke Ai to change into his sportswear, planning to take him to the gym in the city for a day.

The longer he taught Ke Ai, the more he could clearly understand that Ke Ai was not unwilling to learn or because of insufficient foundation, it was more like he had never been exposed to this knowledge.

Do the questions on a little bit, there is no need to waste the rest time on the questions.

The first time Jian Zhao brought a baby was Ke Ai, a delicate little kid. Seeing his thin body, Jian Zhao wanted to take him for a good exercise.

He had applied for a card at the gym before, so it was just right to take Ke Ai there.

Ke Ai is just afraid of being alone, afraid of being alone, as long as Jian Zhao is willing to take him with him, no matter where he is, he doesn't care.

After Jian Zhao finished speaking, he quickly returned to the dormitory and changed into a tracksuit. Because it was hot in summer, Ke Ai's tracksuits were all short-sleeved shorts, and the pale yellow tracksuit matched his skin whiteness better.

According to regulations, the school does not allow students to use any motorized vehicles. Several nearby high schools are closed on weekends, and taxis are difficult to get when they return.

Jian Zhao doesn't like to get in touch with unfamiliar classmates, especially the carpooling with a female classmate he doesn't know last time. He doesn't want to have a second time.

Before leaving school, I rode Jingshao's bicycle.

Ke Ai was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, holding Jian Zhao's backpack in his arms, and holding Jian Zhao's clothes with the other hand.

The warm touch fell on Jian Zhao's skin through a thin layer of clothing, and his heartbeat began to beat irregularly for no reason.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

The melodious sound of the violin, the dancing light spots, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and leaves came from an unknown classroom in the school.

And... the arm around his waist.

Soon I arrived at a gym in the city center. There were not many people in the gym today. Jian Zhao took Ke Ai to move his joints, got on the treadmill and started jogging.

In his previous life, Ke Ai was like a porcelain doll. Occasionally when he was seriously ill, a nurse would even feed him meals. He was destined to miss such strenuous exercise as running.

He got on the treadmill and started jogging. This kind of exercise made him feel a little novel.

This novelty didn't last too long. After running for less than 10 minutes, Ke Ai couldn't hold on any longer. Jian Zhao kept staring at him, and found that Ke Ai was really dying, so he stepped forward to turn off the off the treadmill.

After the treadmill stopped, Ke Ai leaned to the side, and just fell into Jian Zhao's arms.

"Stinky Jian Zhao, I want a hug."