A villain in love dressed as school grass

Zhu Bo didn't know why he agreed to go to the door to buy pancakes and fruits.

Maybe it was because the nurse said he should eat something good because he was sick.

Forget it, whoever let this happen because he ran with him, just do a good deed that day.

The pancakes that Zhu Bo brought back were steaming hot, and they were specially made according to Pu Ziwen's request.

"Two eggs, no coriander, green onion and bean curd, the eggs should be spread on both sides of the dough."

After Zhu Bo finished talking with the aunt who made the pancake fruit, the pancake aunt looked at him with unpredictable eyes for half a minute.

"Auntie, it's not me." Zhu Bo clarified for himself.

The aunt seemed to understand and nodded, "Yes, I know, I understand."

?

Know what?

"Immediately do as you ask."

After Zhu Bo returned to the ward, he threw the pancake fruit to Pu Ziwen by throwing it, and Pu Ziwen ate it happily.

This Saturday, around nine o'clock in the morning, Lin Nianping heard the news that his son's foot was injured, and was so anxious that he drove over by himself.

Seeing that Zhu Bo was taking care of him, Lin Nianping let go of his hanging heart.

Lin Nianping went to the doctor to ask about the situation, and after repeatedly confirming that Pu Ziwen was fine, he was relieved. After giving the instructions, he left temporarily because of work.

Pu Ziwen is used to it, he is used to adults always being busy with work for no reason.

When it was almost noon, Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng also got the news, which was released by Pu Ziwen himself.

"Brother Wen, you can't play basketball." It was accompanied by a picture of a hospital bottle.

Ding Weisong made an appointment with Bao Shunsheng, bought condolences and hurried to the hospital.

At noon, Ding Weisong cried as soon as he opened the door of the ward.

"Brother Wen! Where are you, Brother Wen! Why don't you say you were injured... sorry..."

As soon as Ding Weisong looked up, he saw Zhu Bo sitting on the chair peeling an apple, and his elder brother Wen sitting on the hospital bed, his ankles were wrapped like a small rice dumpling.

Ding Weisong really didn't dare to disturb the two people's peaceful appearance.

"My bag and I are outside first, you go ahead."

Ding Weisong made up the word "a pair of lovers" in his brain, thinking that he and Baobao should not be disturbed.

"Get out." Pu Ziwen shouted towards the door with a smile.

When Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng heard about it, one came in with a fruit basket and the other a flower, and put away the condolences.

"Is it okay for us to do this? I see that my deskmate is peeling apples for you. It's not good for us to be on the side."

Peel an apple?Zhu Bo looked up at Ding Weisong.

He was peeling an apple, but who said it was for Puzi to smell it.

After Pu Ziwen ate a large portion of pancakes, he yelled to eat butterfly crisps at the door. He was so full that he could still miss this apple.

Zhu Bo took a bite of the crisp apple under the watchful eyes of everyone, and Pu Ziwen not only didn't turn dark, but instead looked pampered.

Ding Weisong admired in his heart, this is the confidence that the top of the food chain should have.

so envious.

"Brother Wen, are you going to retire because you can't run?" Ding Weisong asked, looking at Pu Ziwen's ankle.

"Then I'll be on the same team as me. Your long-distance running relay event has always been favored by all grades. Maybe you can choose to compete with the first and third graders."

Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School will select a potential event in each sports meeting to be used as an age competition event.

It's an honor to be chosen.

But Ding Weisong regretted the words of the team as soon as he said it, because he saw Pu Ziwen's warning eyes.

The point is that if you dare to move your mind to Zhu Bo, I will move you.

Ding Weisong didn't dare to move.

"Brother Wen, you are just kidding, look at you serious."

"You asked me to be at the same table as me, and I can't agree to being at the same table, right?"

Zhu Bo looked up and continued to eat the apple without responding.

Ding Weisong turned his head to Bao Shunsheng,

These two people are really ruthless.

Pu Ziwen was discharged from the hospital and recuperated at home for about a week, but Liu Pingju actually didn't want to give this sick leave very much.

Pu Ziwen took the opportunity to lie on the sofa and said that his feet hurt and he couldn't move, which touched Lin Nianping who loved his son dearly.

In this way, Lin Nianping offered to ask for leave, but Liu Pingju still approved the leave.

Pu Zi smells very comfortable, and I don't need to do that bullshit psychotherapy, it's so cool.

Zhu Bo has not been idle for the past few days. Zhu Bo has a strong comprehension ability, and practiced according to the theory given by Pu Ziwen, and he really made great progress.

Until the Saturday before the sports meeting, Zhu Bo had fully mastered the technique and was able to outrun others by a large lap.

On Monday, Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School was much more noisy than usual in class, and the sports meeting on Wednesday will come soon, and everyone who has been looking forward to it for a long time can't restrain their excitement.

In Class 22 of Senior High, as soon as Liu Pingju entered the classroom, she saw someone throwing a basketball in the classroom and almost hit the projector.

"How many times have I said, boys don't play basketball in the house, won't you be happy if you break public property and delay your studies!"

Liu Pingju's words are actually very accurate. The students in Class [-] just don't like to study.

"You don't have to protest with me here, the school knows about you, so it arranged for our class to be a logistics class."

"Ah—why—ah!"

The students in Class [-] began to lament collectively again, they were too unlucky.

Each grade will select a class as the logistics class. As the name suggests, the logistics class is responsible for a series of work such as the arrangement and purchase of the sports meeting.

On the surface, it will be praised at the sports meeting, but in the end it is not an easy job.

No one wants to do it.

"Come on, in two days, let's move quickly." Liu Pingju patted the table to make everyone quiet.

"The male and female monitors come to my office to discuss it. Others are self-study, don't make too much noise. I won't save you if you recruit Director Cao."

That being said, every time a class [-] student pokes something out and is caught by Director Cao, Liu Pingju personally bails him out.

Other teachers always criticized Liu Pingju for being soft-hearted, and it is not a problem to spoil these children.

Liu Pingju always ended the conversation with "it is okay to say, but my students can only say it."

To put it bluntly, Liu Pingju is a well-known protector of the calf.

But the students in Class [-] were not young and heartless, they could all tell, so they turned down the volume after Liu Pingju walked out of the classroom.

Zhu Bo sat by the window and felt really noisy. He put his earphones in his ears and looked down at the book. Pu Ziwen came to make trouble on purpose.

"Do you think my card should be called Landlord?"

Pu Ziwen put his mobile phone into Zhu Bo's book for him to read, Zhu Bo squinted his eyes and nodded.

Pu Ziwen immediately gained confidence, not only yelled, but also super doubled, the result...

Lost all game beans in one game.

Pu Ziwen leaned against Zhu Bo in the back seat, looked at him suspiciously and said, "I suspect you are cheating on me."

"...You can lose the four twos and Wang Zha, who is cheating on you?"

Zhu Bo really thinks that Pu Ziwen is an idiot.

Ding Weisong was startled when he heard it, and dropped his phone on the table with a bang, no wonder Pu Ziwen always charged money with kryptonite.

Pu Ziwen, who was beaten badly with a good hand, couldn't bear it, and quit the game directly.

Leave a sentence "Garbage game, ruin my youth, hurt my balance, unload it!"

Zhu Bo seemed to have heard this sentence no less than five times in half a month, and then he always found that Pu Ziwen started to ruin his youth again.

Liu Pingju discussed quickly with the two monitors, and within four to ten minutes, they worked out a very thorough and detailed flow chart.

Zhu Bo was assigned to go shopping with Pu Ziwen, Ding Weisong, and Bao Shunsheng.

Zhu Bo: "..."

He didn't quite understand why the purchase was handed over to these three people who spent money but had no brains.

Later, he overheard He Shiyue's conclusion that these four people were strong enough to buy and transport.

Very true, Zhu Bo has nothing to say.

It is a very good thing for a student to hand in the leave slip in the hand of Uncle Wang at the gate and leave the school.

Uncle Wang doesn't care about the sky or the earth, but he just cares about the students' comings and goings like black and white impermanence, which is very terrifying.

The four of Zhu Bo went out on business, but Uncle Wang opened the door without saying a word.

"I really want to record it. Is this how the school leaders treat you?" Ding Weisong jumped up and down happily.

"But by the way, where should we go?"

Ding Weisong was so excited about going out of school that he completely forgot what he was doing.

Pu Ziwen snapped his fingers loudly and slapped Ding Weisong's ear.

"You and Baobao go to customize banners. I've already found the slogan and sent it to your mobile phone. Remember to shop around and issue a receipt when you're done."

It is rare for Pu Ziwen to be so careful, in fact he has selfish motives.

"Zhu Bo and I went to buy things like balloon garlands, and we split up."

Pu Ziwen still doesn't grasp the rare opportunity to get along with each other?

Ding Weisong nodded meaningfully as if he understood, and walked along the south road while grabbing his bag.

Pu Ziwen looked at Zhu Bo: "We are leaving too."

Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen took the bus for six stops to the nearest small commodity shopping mall.

The shopping mall is mainly engaged in wholesale and retail, and the prices are very reasonable, and there is nothing wrong with it.

As soon as Zhu Bo got out of the car, he could feel the scorching sun, which was different from the school, not so clean, mixed with a chaotic atmosphere.

Workers unloading goods come and go in an endless stream.

The two of them first went to the entertainment section to buy small items such as balloons and colored paper, and then went to the first floor to buy all the glow sticks.

The whole process took less than half an hour, and the total price was within the budget, saving a lot.

"I didn't expect you to be very careful when buying things."

Zhu Bo really didn't expect that Pu Ziwen would not only bargain with the proprietress, but also get the best while bargaining. In the end, the proprietress even gave him a lot of things.

"It's called charm, personality charm, understand?"

"There are too few boys like me who are practical and able to live a life. You have to know how to cherish it."

Pu Ziwen feels a little elated when he is praised, especially when he is praised by Zhu Bo.

Zhu Bo is really rare to praise anyone, Pu Ziwen feels a little beautiful.

"Hehe." Zhu Bo sneered without emotion.

Cherish a ghost.

"Don't be so cold, Brother Wen treats you to milk tea, are you going?"

"If you want to embezzle public funds, I won't go along with you."

Zhu Bo stood with his arms folded. The weather was indeed a bit hot. The central air conditioner in this shopping mall was basically useless, and it was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

"Who said you used public money, brother Wen bought you milk tea with his own money."

"Drink?"

Zhu Bo thought for a while, bit the corner of his lower lip almost invisibly and nodded, he wanted to drink.

Seeing Zhu Bo's appearance, Pu Zi's mouth softened, and he couldn't help laughing, Zhu Bo's appearance of not talking back is quite cute.

"Walk."

"A cup of signature pearl milk tea with whole sugar and red beans."

"Another cup of pudding milk tea, um... three-point sugar, no pearls."

"Okay, a total of 42, scan the code here."

Zhu Bo looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You don't put pearls or sugar in your milk tea, are you so picky?"

After scanning the QR code, Pu Ziwen gave the waiter a look and withdrew his hand.

"I'm Quan Tang, the bitter cup belongs to you, Zhu Bo, is it really okay for you to say that?"

Pu Ziwen talked to him with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were raised, and there was no abruptness on his slightly heroic face.

Zhu Bo didn't expect that Pu Ziwen knew his own taste so well. When did he find out?

Zhu Bo couldn't figure it out, he didn't drink milk tea at school, and he was so confused that he didn't react when he took the milk tea.

"Hey! Look carefully! You! Do you have eyes @#￥%&"

"Be careful."

Pu Ziwen pulled back Zhu Bo who hadn't looked at the road, and the uncle who was pushing the goods had a cigarette in his mouth and couldn't hear what he was cursing, which basically meant that Zhu Bo was blind and didn't see the road.

"Swipe video to push goods, idiot."

After Pu Ziwen cursed in the direction of the man, he realized that Zhu Bo was silent.

"Are you OK."

Pu Ziwen lowered his head. In his panic just now, he was only concerned about wishing Bo not to be hit by someone, and he didn't control the strength and direction at all.

Only then did he realize that Zhu Bo was pulled over by him, and at this moment he was lowering his head tightly and sticking to him.

"How are you?"

Pu Ziwen raised the milk tea above his head, and his other hand was at a loss as to where to put it.

Then he saw that the back of Zhu Bo's neck, with his head down, was visibly pink.

"I, I'm fine."

Zhu Bo's voice was surprisingly quiet, but it was like a claw, gently grasping Pu Ziwen's heart.

The author has something to say: Xiao Pu: Thank you uncle for watching the video.

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