Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma of minced meat porridge became stronger, and it went straight into Xie Yao's nose, and Xie Yao couldn't help swallowing.

I have to say that this school bully is really first-class in cooking, but the appearance of cooking in an apron completely ruins the school bully.

After Yan Zhou got the spoon, he simply made two plates of stir-fried seasonal vegetables. The vegetables had been washed when the porridge was just cooked, so they were prepared very quickly.

The white yams against the green side dishes are particularly pleasing to the eye.

Yan Zhou put down his sleeves, untied his apron, raised his head and said to Xie Yao, "You can do me a favor later."

Xie Yao, who was just waiting for his rice, put down his phone and asked in confusion, "Well, what's the matter?"

Yan Zhou: "Simply put, I need you to act."

Xie Yao was even more confused: "What are you acting for?"

Why is he required to role-play everywhere?

Yan Zhou explained: "Pretend that you have a very good relationship with me, and then highlight the fact that you have good grades, so that others will think that I have a friend who is a good student."

Xie Yao:? ? ?

"Pretend to have a good relationship with you..." Xie Yao nodded approvingly, "This shows that your positioning of our relationship is still quite accurate. I really need to pretend, after all, you and I are at odds with each other."

Yan Zhou glanced at him speechlessly, reached out and took away his chopsticks: "Don't eat this meal, go back."

Xie Yao went directly to the kitchen and took another pair of chopsticks, and patted Yan Zhou on the shoulder with ease: "Don't worry, brother, I will reluctantly act as a friend. My acting skills are good and I can be trusted. Tell me, who are you meeting?"

Yan Zhou: "My grandma."

After finishing speaking, I reminded him a little uneasy: "Don't be too exaggerated, just be natural."

Xie Yao nodded, disapprovingly: "By the way, why don't you ask Li Jun and the others to act, they are more familiar with you, right?"

Yan Zhou: "The temperament is not very suitable, it is easy to act badly, and my grandma knows them."

Xie Yao said with satisfaction: "I'll just take it as you are praising me in disguise for my good image and good temperament."

Yan Zhou: "..."

At this moment, Yan Zhou's cell phone rang suddenly, he answered the phone and said "yes" and "um", then hung up hastily, got up and said, "I'll go downstairs to pick her up."

In the end, it didn't take long before there was a dull and disjointed sound of footsteps in the corridor. Due to the poor sound insulation of the corridor, Xie Yao could hear it very clearly.

There was also an old lady's voice, which hadn't stopped since entering the corridor.

"Why do you live in this place! Let me tell you, this place is not good. You see, in this corridor, there is no ventilation at all, and the humidity is heavy. People will get sick if they live in it for a long time."

"There is also this handle. No one has wiped it for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on it."

"By the way, when I entered the corridor, the stainless steel door at the door almost fell off, which shocked me."

Yan Zhou said perfunctorily while listening, and walked forward while holding the old lady's hand, but the old lady shook her arm and said forcefully: "I'm in good health, I haven't reached the point where I need someone to help me." It turns out that I live on the fourth floor, and I can climb up without any difficulty, and you are not much higher than the fourth floor."

While Yan Zhou was opening the door, the old lady looked up, pointed to the house number and continued to say, "Look at this number, 504, it's too unlucky."

"When choosing a rental house, you should also look carefully at the house number. Don't choose the one that sounds bad! I think the one next to it is very good. 506, it sounds so good. You were too careless when you chose."

The red-haired lady who lived in 506 sneezed unsuspectingly in the house.

Xie Yao listened to the voices outside the door for a while, at first he thought it was other residents in the corridor, then heard Yan Zhou talking to her, and suddenly realized that he was going to be forced to see Yan Zhou's parents soon.

Xie Yao suddenly became nervous, couldn't help but sat up straight, put the chopsticks in his hand in the center of the bowl, glanced at the other two pairs beside him, and stretched out his hand to arrange them neatly.

Tsk, it's a bit strange to put it like this, like paying tribute.Xie Yao tilted the bowl and chopsticks slightly.

As soon as the old lady entered the door, she saw Xie Yao sitting in the living room. There was a book of homework spread out on the table. Xie Yao was still holding a pen in his hand, as if he was suddenly interrupted in his thinking, and his hands were still on the side of turning pages. posture.

Yan Zhou's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart: ... What a fake acting.

The old lady was stunned for a while, and she was still carrying big and small bags in her hands, and asked Yan Zhou, "This is... your classmate?"

Yan Zhou put the things she was carrying into the kitchen, and while opening the refrigerator, he continued to play tricks: "This is my friend, the monitor of our class, who happened to be doing homework at my house today, so we had dinner together."

Xie Yao smiled slightly at the old lady, constantly exuding the charm of his appearance.

He has long discovered that mothers and grandmas over 45 years old have no resistance to his face.As long as you stare at him for ten seconds, Custodian can show a kind smile.

Sure enough, the old lady took a good look at Xie Yao, and said with a smile: "It's your friend. This young man is not bad, he looks really energetic! Looks like sunshine!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and stroked Yan Zhou's hair, and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at your hairstyle, the back is neither long nor short, and the broken hair in the front covers the eyebrows. It looks too decadent. Go ask Ask your friends where they get their hair cut and get it done this weekend."

Yan Zhou and Xie Yao never expected it: "..."

The old lady sat down at the dining table, and couldn't help asking Xie Yao: "You are also the monitor of class three, so your grades should be very good! How many grades are you in?"

Xie Yao said modestly: "The grades are mediocre, maybe the top [-] in the grade."

He considerately didn't say that he was number one in his grade, for fear that the old lady would think he was bragging, so he changed it to the top twenty in grade.

The old lady didn't hear clearly, she picked up a chopstick of green vegetables for Xie Yao, and said in confusion: "From class one? Isn't it from class three? Just now Yan Zhou said that you are the monitor of their class."

Yan Zhou explained: "What, he said that his grades are average, not a classmate in Class [-]."

The old lady paused, and suddenly realized: "Oh, my ears are not very good, so I didn't hear clearly."

She praised Xie Yao and said: "The top [-] in the grade is amazing! How can this be considered average, Yan Zhou, you learn from others, you have good grades and are also humble, such a child is really rare now."

"What's your name?"

"Xie Yao, far away."

The old lady nodded to show that she remembered, and then continued to ask: "Yaoyao, how is our Yan Zhou doing in school? Have you studied hard?"

Learn a fart, Xie Yaoxin said.

Xie Yao managed to keep smiling, and said calmly, "Don't worry, he's doing well in school, and he's been serious about his studies recently, and the teacher praised him for his progress in this monthly exam."

The old lady was heartbroken: "How is the popularity? Will the new class fit in?"

Yan Zhou glanced at her silently, then turned around and gave the old lady a piece of food with chopsticks: "You eat first, talking while eating is not good for digestion."

The old lady tapped the back of Yan Zhou's hand with the tail of the chopsticks, and said reproachfully, "How can I not understand your thoughts? You just think I talk too much, and you want me, an old woman, to shut up."

Yan Zhou said vaguely, "Almost."

"You child...too outrageous."

The old lady shook her head, then turned around and continued to ask Xie Yao something.

After talking hot words for several rounds, Xie Yao wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling exhausted by the rainbow farts of this semester.

For a moment, he wanted to turn his back on Yan Zhou and tell the old lady directly that your turtle grandson sleeps in class every day and doesn't do his homework. Because of the fights, the students are a little afraid of him, and he can't talk at the same table for two weeks. two words...

However, he managed to control himself. After all, the mouth for eating people is short, and the legs for crawling on other people's beds are weak.

"I feel more at ease when you say that, old lady. You have good grades and you are the class monitor. You usually take care of our family Yan Zhou."

"Yes, yes, yes." Xie Yao quickly assured her.

The old lady finally let Xie Yao go, shifted the firepower to Yan Zhou, and questioned: "I forgot to say the most important thing... You bastard just moved out, you are too willful, and you still don't pick up Your mother's phone call, how anxious she must be."

Yan Zhou pouted towards Xie Yao, and said to her: "My friend is here, don't say these things during dinner."

The old lady hesitated for a while, and finally sighed softly: "I know I can't control you. But you are an adult now, not a child, and you have to be responsible for your own decisions."

Yan Zhou took a sip of porridge calmly: "I know."

After dinner, Yan Zhou got up to clear the table, but was stopped by the old lady, then pushed them into the study room, and closed the door kindly.

The old lady: "Do your homework as soon as you finish eating. I'll clean up your things and get you some fruit later. Yan Zhou, follow others and do your homework well. Don't play with your phone while doing your homework."

After finishing speaking, she stacked up the bowls on the dining table one by one and took them into the kitchen, and then there was the sound of running water and the clashing of bowls and chopsticks.

Xie Yao and Yan Zhou were in the room, carrying their schoolbags in their hands, standing alone and sitting on the bed alone, staring wide-eyed for a while.

Yan Zhou complained: "To be honest, your acting skills are a bit exaggerated."

Not to be outdone, Xie Yao said, "You acted naturally? You kept touching your chin when you were speaking, a typical lying performance, even I could tell."

Yan Zhou: "..."

Seeing Yan Zhou sitting on the bed, Xie Yao went directly to his chair, sat down facing Yan Zhou, leaned his elbows on the back of the chair, and sincerely suggested, "Why don't you do your homework for a while."

He grabbed the schoolbag that Yan Zhou threw at his feet, took out a few homework, and held them in front of Yan Zhou seriously: "These concubines are waiting for your favor tonight, please take a look at them."

Yan Zhou kicked him and cursed in a low voice, "Get out."

Xie Yao laughed and stood up from the chair, gave it to Yan Zhou, then solemnly put some homework on his desk, and said very considerately: "Your grandma asked us to do homework, it seems too much for me to leave now." False, the play will collapse, why don't I supervise you to finish writing these books today."

Yan Zhou opened his eyelids and looked at him: "Are you serious?"

Xie Yao: "Of course."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and looked at the time, and said seriously: "It's 07:30 now, this math paper is relatively simple, I will time it for you, and you have to finish it within 10 minutes. After I finish writing, I will tell you about the wrong questions. .”

This made Yan Zhou can't help but think about why the situation has developed to this point.

Xie Yao was dissatisfied to see him still sitting on the edge of the bed, imitating the anxious tone of the math teacher Xu Changjian, and urged: "Hurry up, move, don't procrastinate."

Yan Zhou: "..."

The author has something to say: ah ah ah I caught up! !I don't even have time to write more orz