[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Early in the morning, the wake-up bell woke Jian Zhao from his sleep. He quickly washed up and opened the door to go to have breakfast. Even though he has fallen to the present level, Jian Zhao's pickiness has not diminished in the slightest, and he doesn't like things in the school cafeteria.

Time is set, and being picky means he moves faster than others.

Reaching out to open the door, Ke Ai stood outside the door, holding a plastic bag with the logo on it of the store that Jian Zhao often went to.

"Thank you."

After Ke Ai finished speaking, he took Jian Zhao's mobile phone out of his pocket and handed it to him, and also handed him the breakfast in the other hand.

His face was rosy and his breathing was uneven, his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.

"I asked Jing Shao, and he said you like this one."

Jing Shao, one of the shoppers who came to this place with Jian Zhao, this shop is indeed Jian Zhao's favorite shop, the taste of rice rolls is the only one in the whole city that is the most authentic.

Jian Zhao usually only goes there on weekends because it is too far away.

After giving the things to Jian Zhao, Ke Ai turned around and left. He ran out covered in sweat and was sticky, and desperately wanted to go back to the dormitory to take a shower. Jian Zhao stood still and stared at the plastic bag in his palm. I saw it in those Jing Shao who pursued little girls.

Pursuit... These two words made Jian Zhao inexplicably think of the advertising leaflet in the pink envelope, colorful and exaggerated.

Someone bought breakfast, so Jian Zhao didn't go out again. After sitting down, he turned on his phone and took a look. His phone had a pedometer, swiped open the screen, and it was only this morning, and the pedometer showed more than 2000 .

Did this little classmate go there on foot?

The rice rolls were still warm. After eating, Jian Zhao walked to the door of Ke Ai's bedroom with a backpack on his back, and knocked lightly on the door. Soon there were hurried footsteps from inside, and the door was opened the next second. .

Ke Ai should have just taken a shower, holding a towel in his hands, his hair was still dripping, and he was wearing a white T-shirt.

"Going to the classroom?"

"Well, go."

Ke Ai brushed his hair casually, followed Jian Zhao with his things, and the two went downstairs together.

Jian Zhao turned his head and looked at Ke Ai who was following behind him like a little tail, frowning slightly, he always felt that he had picked up a little trouble, and it was the kind that he couldn't get rid of no matter what.

- In the afternoon, self-study is the end of the third class. After Ke Ai finished the homework assigned by the teacher seriously, he fell asleep on the table.

Jian Zhao, who was playing the game with his head down, suddenly felt his arm sink. He turned his head and saw that it was Ke Ai's head leaning on his arm. Jian Zhao, who didn't like being close to people, rarely pulled his arm back.

He borrowed Ke Ai's arm for a while, treating it as a thank-you gift for buying himself breakfast in the morning.

After 3 minutes, the knuckles of Jian Zhao's hand holding the phone turned slightly white, his eyes were gradually stained with scarlet, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and the phone was almost shattered with tremendous force.

A surge of memories washed over Jian Zhao's brain, and the huge hatred swallowed all his rationality in an instant.

After a while, Jing Shao's voice came from the earphones.

"Brother Zhao, what are you doing? Are you disconnected? The line of soldiers is coming to our house."

Jing Shao's voice brought Jian Zhao back to reality, the hatred still lingered, he used his skills to clean up the pawn line, pushed back the enemy's crystal, and after the word "victory" popped up on the screen, Jian Zhao said, "Down!" ' and turned off the phone.

With a dark and ferocious face, he hammered the table vigorously.

The loud noise woke up the sleeping Ke Ai, he raised his head suddenly, turned his head to look at Jian Zhao, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

It was evening now, and the sunset was as red as fire, and the golden light fell on Ke Ai's face, and the light golden hair became softer under the light, revealing a kind of docile and cuteness.

After rubbing his eyes, Ke Ai tilted his head to look at Jian Zhao, and called him softly, "Jian Zhao."