Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

After the old lady cleared the table, she cut a plate of fruit for them and sent them in.

Seeing the two people in the room neatly lying on the table doing their homework, the old lady showed a kind and satisfied smile, so as not to disturb them, she closed the door lightly.

Xie Yao stared at the cut apple slices for a while, and murmured: "Your grandma is really interesting. She cuts the apples into bunny ears, which is too particular. I just peel them and eat them directly. I'm too lazy to eat them." Sometimes the skin is not even peeled."

Yan Zhou: "When she was young, she was a cook in the army, the kind who cooked for the chief."

Xie Yao sighed in admiration, then poked a piece of apple with a toothpick, and looked at the little rabbit's ears: "This knife looks very fine, neat and neat, no wonder it is good at cooking.

"By the way, did you learn how to cook from your grandma?"

Yan Zhou: "Almost. When I was young, I lived at my grandmother's house and learned a little, and then I started to think about other things."

Xie Yao stuffed the apple slices into his mouth, patted Yan Zhou on the shoulder, and muttered, "It would be great if you also have this spirit and attitude in your study, don't draw inferences from one instance to another."

Yan Zhou: "..."

After writing for a while, Xie Yao felt a little uncomfortable in his waist.

Originally there was only one chair in the room, so he had to go to the living room and drag another one in. The chair in the living room was much higher, and the tabletop was short. Xie Yao rested his elbows on the tabletop, and felt that the book was separated from him by a hundred thousand. 8000 meters away.As a result, I had to arch my back, hang my head, and write in a somewhat uncomfortable posture for half an hour.

This time he felt his neck was a little sore, he put down his pen and raised his hand to rub it, and murmured: "It's too uncomfortable to sit here, the stool is too high."

Yan Zhou glanced at him: "I trade with you?"

"No, you are about the same size as me, so you must be uncomfortable." Xie Yao shook his head, then glanced over to the bed, "Well, should I lie on the bed and write?"

Yan Zhou only asked lightly: "Is it not uncomfortable to lie on my stomach?"

Xie Yao: "It should be better than sitting. I'll just lie down for a while, and when you finish writing this paper, I'll tell you about it. I can go back when it's almost time."

After speaking, he glanced at the time and reminded Yan Zhou: "You have been writing for almost half an hour, and I will give you another 10 minutes. I am very strict, so hurry up."

When they were doing their homework, the old lady walked around the house, worried about everything, and wanted to worry about everything, so she simply took a broom and a rag to clean up the outside.

Even the pots of dying roses left by the previous tenant on the balcony were loosened and watered, and stood upright in the soil dignifiedly.

Seeing that the house was barely looking brand new, the old lady dusted off her clothes, and was finally content to retire.

When she was leaving, she didn't bother two young students who were studying, but said to Yan Zhou through the door: "Zhou Zhou, grandma is gone, take care of yourself."

Yan Zhou heard it from the room, immediately put down his pen and walked out of the room, got up to send her downstairs.

The old lady waved her hand anxiously: "What do you want to bring downstairs? Hurry up and do your homework. I will come to see you in two days and bring you some pickled vegetables and garlic cloves."

"The lights on the two floors in the stairs are broken. I'll turn on the flashlight to take you down." Yan Zhou ignored her and sent her downstairs, "I'll call the property to fix it later."

Yan Zhou turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, and the two of them went downstairs slowly step by step.

When they got out of the corridor, the old lady took Yan Zhou's hand, patted it lightly twice, and persuaded her, "Don't get angry with your mother, she has her difficulties, don't blame her. You haven't answered her calls all the time. would be worried too.”

Yan Zhou was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "I don't like her attitude, and I can't agree with the life she chose. Living under the same roof is uncomfortable."

The old lady didn't know what to say for a while, so she had to ask something else: "Your mother said that you had a fight with that person when you came out? How did you fight again? Did you get hurt?"

Yan Zhou smiled lightly: "You don't understand, I have seen through it a long time ago. That kind of person needs to be beaten up to be stable for a while, otherwise he will keep making troubles and disgusting you all the time. The purpose of beating him is to maintain an ecological balance .”

The old lady: "...Although I don't understand what you said, I always feel that you used the word incorrectly."

Then the old lady sighed: "Your mother has a weird temper, and sometimes I can't figure out what my daughter is thinking... Good boy, why don't you go back to your hometown with me, it's so inconvenient for you to live alone, why don't you just come back to your hometown?" No one takes care of you. I see other people’s children go to school, and they are picked up in the morning and evening, and you even have to cook your own meals here.”

"Just stop worrying about it." Yan Zhou persuaded, while seriously analyzing with her, "It's convenient to live here and go to school, and I have to transfer schools when I go back to my hometown."

The old lady: "Okay, okay, you are just like your mother, you always make decisions by yourself, and no one can persuade you, except when your grandfather is around."

Before leaving, the old lady desperately wondered if there was anything she hadn’t told her, and finally came up with one: “Study more with your class monitor, and don’t miss your homework! You should also maintain a good relationship with your classmates, which will be of great use in the future.” It's on."

Yan Zhou finally couldn't stand anymore: "Grandma, are you really not thirsty after talking so much?"

The old lady laughed angrily: "You bastard, the wings are stiff!"

After sending people off, he entered the room and found that the room was silent.

When I went back to the room, I saw a school bully sitting on the ground, lying on the bed crookedly, already asleep, with his long legs resting lazily on the floor, his upper body lying on the bed, unceremoniously holding Yan Zhou's pillow cushion With his face down, his arms stretched out, pressed against the pillow.

Xie Yao finished his homework. Seeing that Yan Zhou hadn't come up yet, he wanted to lie down and wait for a while, but because he drank alcohol last night, he couldn't sleep well. He was busy with homework during the day, and he was called to the office by Lao Yang when he took a nap. Counting rankings and wrong questions, you can't help but feel sleepy while waiting.

At first, he was hesitant to lie on the pillow, but thinking that he slept on this bed yesterday, Xie Yao's heart grew stronger again, so he simply took the pillow over frankly.

What he didn't expect was that there was a mint-flavored shampoo smell on the pillow, which brought a refreshing and cool feeling in the summer night. It smelled very pleasant and hypnotized, and finally made him fall asleep successfully.

Yan Zhou originally wanted to wake him up, but hesitated for a while, and finally squatted down on the side, looking at him at the same level.

Xie Yao rested his arms on his pillow, bent sideways, and his school uniform was stretched tight, outlining a clear back.He is usually a person who likes to laugh, but when he sleeps, the smile fades from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and even the center of his brows is slightly furrowed.

Looking at this face, Yan Zhou felt a little strange for a moment.

After a while, he quickly withdrew his hand, regretting it in his heart.

There is still a subtle touch on the thumb's pulp, as well as the slightly warm temperature between the boy's eyebrows.

He twirled his fingertips, clearly realizing that at that moment just now, he didn't want to see the man frowning.

Xie Yao slept comfortably in the light mint coolness, and buried his head in the pillow without noticing it.

Suddenly, an exciting voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

Xie Yao almost couldn't help jumping up to salute because of muscle memory.

It's that wonderful guy playing the national anthem while he sleeps? ? ?

Xie Yao rubbed his eyes irritably, opened his eyelids with a little collapse, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he almost jumped up and fought Yan Zhou.

After Yan Zhou grabbed his wrist and stopped a fight, Xie Yao sincerely gestured with his middle finger with his spare hand: "You can't be so desperate..."

Yan Zhou: "Being forced to understand? I called you just now, but you were so sleepy that you couldn't even get up."

Xie Yao: "..."

He was sad to find that his bottom line of patience had been stripped away by Yan Zhou, so that now he didn't bother to pursue the matter of playing music, and even wanted to ask if the math paper was finished.

Xie Yao decided not to engage in useless battles anymore, and said bluntly: "It's time, don't tell me you haven't finished your math paper yet."

Yan Zhou tapped the paper on the table with his knuckles, and said calmly, "It's finished."

Xie Yao took out his own sheet, and used a pencil to lightly mark on Yan Zhou's answer.

Yan Zhou: "If there is no standard answer, you changed it for me?"

Xie Yao let out a "hehe", played his own paper, and said very confidently: "What I wrote is basically the standard answer, and it is more than enough to change your paper."

He thought to himself, how dare you doubt my answer just as it was written in your broken paper.

Yan Zhou: "...pretend I didn't say anything."

Xueba finished correcting the paper, and then frowned: "Your paper is... not very good. I can see from this paper that you have not mastered many basic knowledge points. But there is one You actually wrote out the question, question No.13, I think I still need to use my brain."

He was about to roll up his sleeves and give a lecture, only to find that the school uniform jacket was short-sleeved.

Xie Yao: "Let me tell you these knowledge points again. With your virtue, I'm afraid you'll miss the lecture tomorrow."

Then he couldn't help saying that he took the pen and calculated it step by step for Yan Zhou on the draft paper. He even changed the cursive script that came with him, writing clearly.Every time Xie Yao pushed down a step, he would raise his head and ask Yan Zhou if he understood.

Xie Yao: "Do you understand here?"

Yan Zhou nodded: "Actually, you don't have to keep asking, I will tell you if I don't understand."

Xie Yao: "Okay, hurry up like this, otherwise I feel like a repeater who keeps asking questions."

Yan Zhou: "..."

After finishing this math paper, Xie Yao looked at the time and found that it was almost nine o'clock, and if it was later, he might miss the bus.

"Hurry up and finish writing the rest. If you have any questions, mark them out and ask me on WeChat. Don't wait more than one hour. I won't be able to hold on if it's too late."

Xie Yao tidied up the things on the table, stuffed them all into his schoolbag, said goodbye to Yan Zhou, and opened the door to go out.

"Wait a minute." Yan Zhou's voice sounded in the corridor.

Xie Yao looked back.

"Did you forget what you came here for?" Yan Zhou handed him the plastic bag of clothes.

Xie Yao scratched his head: "Oh oh oh thank you, maybe I fell asleep just now. As for the clothes, I washed the set on me at night, and if I can do it tomorrow, I will bring it to you tomorrow."

Yan Zhou didn't care about this: "Don't worry."

He stood still and listened to Xie Yao's footsteps, Xie Yao walked down two steps, suddenly sensed something, raised his head and said to him: "Do you still want to say something to me?"

Yan Zhou paused, and after a while, he said slowly, "No, be careful on the way back."

Xie Yao smiled and gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Zhou's voice was low and soft against the night.

"The lights on the floor below are broken, turn on the flashlight."

The author has something to say: harm, careless and not on time~~~