I'm just rotten

Zhai Jian wanted to apply the medicine, but when he lifted his trouser legs, he looked at Cheng Hao.The latter didn't pay attention to his movements, and didn't know why he kept staring at him. Out of politeness, he looked back.

The two just stared at each other silently, until Zhai Jian finally couldn't bear to look away, turned his face slightly, and whispered: "I want to take medicine."

Only then did Cheng Hao react.

When Zhai Jian's mother was in a hurry to take off Zhai Jian's pants, Zhai Jian also took a look at him.

It turned out that Zhai Jian was going to take off his pants and apply medicine, so he was embarrassed?

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao looked at Zhai Jian's awkward expression, stood up a little funny, and said, "I'm going to see your mother cook."

"Ah."

Zhai Jian's response came from behind, and Cheng Hao walked towards the kitchen.

Zhai Jing is chopping vegetables.

It has to be said that Zhai Jing's swordplay is very pleasing to the eye, the interval between the strokes is just right, and the voice is quite clear.Cheng Hao couldn't help but moved a few steps towards Zhai Jing, wanting to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, the sharp-eyed Cheng Hao immediately noticed something wrong with the kitchen knife - the traces were obviously ground and ground, making the whole kitchen knife miserable.

Cheng Hao swallowed his saliva, thinking that Zhai Jian usually ate food cut out with this kitchen knife, and thought that he would eat something cut out with this kitchen knife later, and immediately... the whole person felt bad .

While thinking, Cheng Hao left the kitchen absent-mindedly.At the same time, Zhai Jian just finished applying the medicine, and at the moment he is supporting the sofa and trying to stand up straight. His face is as pale as paper, his teeth are clenched tightly, but he still persists.

Cheng Hao turned his head and saw such a picture of an anti-Japanese hero trying to stand up without fear of brutality, and he couldn't help being deeply shocked.He walked over full of respect, grabbed Zhai Jian's precariously thin body, and said, "Brother, don't torture yourself like this, the body is the capital of the revolution."

When Zhai Jian saw him coming, his eyes lit up slightly.Because of their posture, the two were very close, and Zhai Jian's voice almost sounded close to Cheng Hao's ears, appearing low and soft: "I want to do my homework."

Cheng Hao's expression became a little strange.

Zhai Jian really doesn't know how to entertain guests, how can he leave the guests aside to do homework by himself.

But if you think about it carefully, Zhai Jian is simply the flower of the motherland. After falling so badly, he only wants to get up and do his homework. There are not many good children who are so self-abuse.

Although he thought so, looking at Zhai Jian's eyes that became bright at some point, he suddenly doubted his guess. For Zhai Jian, is studying really self-abuse?Maybe it's enjoyment in his heart.

Supporting Zhai Jian, the two walked into the bedroom together.

As soon as Cheng Hao entered the room, he was startled by the test papers with red crosses all over the wall in front of him.

When Zhai Jian's eyes fell on those test papers, he suddenly became sharp, and he stared at the test papers marked with red crosses on the wall one by one - his eyes were so sharp that Cheng Hao thought he was He wanted to rush forward and tear up those test papers—until he finished reading the last one, Zhai Jian suddenly picked up the pen and began to write homework seriously. The words were so strong that they almost punctured the paper.

The atmosphere became dull, and there was a strange smell in the air, Cheng Hao felt a little depressed.He walked to the wall where the test paper was stuck and looked at it carefully.

He found that every paper with a red cross was an English test paper.

He found that Zhai Jian’s mistakes were almost all English listening questions—except for the first test paper in the written test, there were almost no mistakes in the following test papers.

It seems that Zhai Jian's grades are not bad.

Since entering the door, Cheng Hao has smelled a damp and strong musty smell around him. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he tried not to show it.

Although Cheng Hao is a son of a rich family, but because he was mixed with the compassionate and caring Chu Yi since he was a child, he was dragged to the Central Park to feed the small animals almost every day, and was forced to watch how miserable the children of some poor families were. Gradually, his sympathy and love were aroused.Every time he meets a beggar on the street, whether he is pretending or not, as long as he has money, he will give it to him. Whenever he sees a small furry animal (except spiders), he can’t help but want to caress him. Even a stray cat would make it "meow" a few times.

Cheng Hao pulled up a chair and sat down beside Zhai Jian. Because Zhai Jian was very small, Cheng Hao had the feeling that he was watching elementary school students doing exercises. However, the Chinese characters written by elementary school students were very beautiful, calm and vigorous.Cheng Hao silently compared his own words with his...

Cheng Hao: ... Ha ha.It hurts more than this.

The only thing that can comfort me is that this guy's English is barely eye-catching - although it is correct, it is not as elegant as I am at all.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao began to tremble.

When he was in elementary school, he chased class flowers. In order to show his uniqueness, he practiced English fonts hard, so the English words written in a young age were particularly elegant and beautiful, which attracted the attention of many people.It is said that the English teacher was also a crush at that time, and he liked the white and tender Cheng Hao very much, so Cheng Hao's English has always been very good...of course it is only English.

At this moment, Zhai Jian's hand holding the pen stopped, and he stared straight at the exercises on the table for a long time without any movement.

Seeing that he couldn't write a word for a long time, Cheng Hao thought that the little one had encountered a problem, so he leaned over to carefully examine the exercises he was doing.

Zhai Jian didn't know when he changed his Chinese homework to English homework.

"Can't do it?" Cheng Hao asked.

Zhai Jian stared at the exercises for a long time, as if he really didn't know what to do, so he nodded.

Cheng Hao's other subjects are not very good, but his English is passable anyway, and he is quite sure about the questions in the first grade of junior high school.

He picked up the pen and said to Zhai Jian, "I'll teach you."

Zhai Jian nodded when he heard the words, and replied softly: "Okay." Then he moved the practice questions to him so that he could see them more clearly.

Cheng Hao looked at the topic seriously.

Zhai Jian kept staring at him.

To be honest, Cheng Hao looks very beautiful——

Below the pair of slanting sword eyebrows is a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which is a bit charming.The bridge of the nose is very straight, and the corners of the lips are naturally turned up, giving people a soft beauty.

At this moment, he is lowering his eyes slightly, lowering his head and carefully reading the exercises in his hand. His slightly long and smooth bangs are scattered on his forehead, some touching his long and slightly curled eyelashes...

It's like a kitten's paws are gently scratching.

Cheng Hao usually gives people the feeling of a flirtatious young man who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, but now he looks serious, I have to say, it's... pretty.

Zhai Jian remained silent, his eyes gradually darkened.

ten seconds passed...

20 seconds passed...

Cheng Hao seemed to be in trance as an old monk, staring at the topic in his hand without moving. Compared with Zhai Jian's appearance just now, he looked up and down several times, and finally... he was expressionless. Gradually, he put down the topic stiffly.

impossible……

impossible!

Why...why he couldn't understand! ?

Nima, is this topic for the kid in the first year of junior high school? I, a second-year junior high school student, can't understand it? ! ——Cheng Hao was extremely frantic.Although he knew some words, he found that he didn't know most of the words.

Cheng Hao's heart was tinged with a touch of melancholy.

Be a hero, right? Now the hero has become a bear.The little one is still watching eagerly from the side.

Cheng Hao turned his head in embarrassment and glanced at Zhai Jian who was looking at him with "eyes". Seeing him turning his head, the latter straightened up slightly, put on a very serious expression, and waited for him to start speaking.

Cheng Hao suddenly became more uncomfortable. He couldn't help laughing dryly three times, and then said to Zhai Jian pretending to be natural: "It's a bit difficult...it's a bit difficult, let me think about it."

Zhai Jian nodded in understanding, and then started to do other homework.

After Cheng Hao saw that Zhai Jian was quickly devoting his attention to other homework, he forced his face to turn around and silently looked at the practice questions in his hand...

For a while, the room was extremely quiet, only the sound of Zhai Jian brushing his pen could be heard.

Cheng Hao looked at the test questions in his hands for a long time, but found that he still had no clue, so he flipped forward in the workbook, wanting to see what questions the little one usually does...why it is so difficult.

As a result, he found that he still had many words that he could not understand in other topics.

So Cheng Hao died in depression.

It was a shock that he couldn't even compare to a first-year junior high school student.

...Wait, first grade? !

Cheng Hao reacted suddenly, and quickly turned to the first page to see the column of name and class.

When he saw clearly the strong and powerful characters written on it clearly, his heart shook violently, and he suddenly had a feeling that his eyes were darkened and he was about to lose his mind.

Grass, I read that right!

He turned his head and looked in disbelief at the extremely thin Zhai Jian, who was lowering his head and concentrating on writing exercises... Everything he saw just now showed that this child was actually in the third grade of junior high school.

puff……

Cheng Hao vomited three liters of blood.