A villain in love dressed as school grass

The race schedule was tight, and Pu Ziwen didn't waste time, and ran very fast after taking the next bat.

The girls off the court were all excited. From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, the voices of Pu Ziwen ran one after another.

"The school grass seems to be carrying the wind when running, come on, come on! You're so handsome!"

"Hurry up and take a picture, I love the school girl's face so much!"

"Awei is dead, the school grass looks at me!"

Pu Ziwen ran the fastest, actually turned his head to look at the girl, and even turned on the electricity very artificially.

"Ahhhhh! The school grass really looks at me, I'm dead, I'm dead!"

When Ding Weisong saw it on stage, he shouted: "Brother Wen, don't be so coquettish! Your teammates are still watching!"

At the end of the game, his deskmate beat Brother Wen, he couldn't control it.

Zhu Bo, who was invisibly touched, rubbed his wrist, and Ding Weisong felt that something might be wrong.

"Hurry up, Brother Wen! Let's keep going on the second lap!"

The men's long-distance relay race needs to complete three laps, so the first lap does not matter too much, at most it is a good start.

However, the distance Pu Ziwen opened made the opponents in the same event feel that the championship was already theirs.

Pu Ziwen was successfully handed over to the fourth stick, and he slowly stopped his footsteps with force, when suddenly there was a click on his ankle.

Pu Zi frowned when he heard the good-looking and handsome brows.

The feet are really a bit wrong.

But there were still two laps, Pu Ziwen tried his best to forget this feeling.

On the second lap, Pu Ziwen slowed down a bit and still maintained the lead.

On the third lap, when Pu Ziwen took over the baton from Zhu Bo again, Zhu Bo also saw that something was wrong with him.

Pu Ziwen twitched the corners of his mouth that were a little stiff, and whispered, "It's okay, don't worry."

The drumbeat is getting louder and louder, and the schedule is gradually being pushed to the most exciting moment.

The continuous ups and downs of "come on" in the auditorium became louder and louder.

"Brother Wen, come on, the second one is going to catch up, hurry up!!!" Ding Weisong shouted hoarsely on the broadcasting platform.

"For the C position, go!!"

The opponent had a tall man stabbing his head and was preparing to overtake Pu Ziwen on the last lap, mobilizing all his strength to charge forward.

The piercing eyes seem to surpass Pu Ziwen.

Pu Ziwen looked at the students in Class [-] in front of him who were cheering for him, and behind him Zhu Bo who was training hard for the competition.

The picture of Zhu Bo running lap after lap in the dark for training became more and more clear before Pu Ziwen's eyes.

"Fuck, fight."

Pu Ziwen thought to himself, don't care about his foot injury, let Zhu Bo win first!

"Quick! Look! Puzi smells, Puzi smells him, he starts to run, so fast, my God! Is this true!"

The eyes of the audience focused on Pu Ziwen, it was as if he had stepped on a cloud.

The prickly head who was proud to surpass him just now was dumbfounded.

Is this really a normal person? !

Pu Ziwen didn't give him a chance to react, and successfully handed over the baton to the last player in a distance of nearly 600 meters.

"The last 500 meters! Class [-] is far ahead!"

"300 meters, the boys in Class [-] are safe!"

"100 meters! Go!!!"

With a loud drumbeat, the fourth boy was the first to cross the finish line.

"No. [-] in Class [-]! Class [-] is the best!"

Ding Weisong was so happy that he danced, and all the students in class [-] stood up, waving the ribbon light sticks in their hands excitedly.

Pu Ziwen was still standing by the railing at the intersection of the fourth club, his forehead was soaked with sweat, watching the boys from class [-] run over to surround the team members.

Pu Ziwen reluctantly showed a bright smile, raised his right thumb, and praised them from a distance.

"Cow batch."

As he spoke, Pu Ziwen finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain in his ankle, the hand holding on to the railing couldn't hold it anymore, and he was about to fall down in a blink of an eye.

"Don't fall."

A pair of white arms that were so cold that they caught his shoulders in time to support Pu Ziwen's body.

"Help me to stand firm, don't show the joke to outsiders."

Zhu Bo stuck his whole body on Pu Ziwen's body, let Pu Ziwen put his arm over, and stood up straight by himself.

Seen from a distance, the two seem to be chatting intimately.

"Can you still go?" Zhu Bo asked him, at some point there was an extra pack of tissues in his hand, and Zhu Bo stuffed it into Pu Ziwen's hand.

"If you accompany me, I can still go."

"Okay, then I won't go."

Zhu Bo spoke very softly, but his cold voice just hit Pu Ziwen's brain, and the numbness went down his neck and went straight into his back.

Zhu Bo is shorter than Pu Ziwen, and Pu Ziwen can rub against Zhu Bo's soft hair just by tilting his head and the tip of his nose.

The smell of Zhubo shampoo seems to be mint, which is ordinary, but Puzi smells that it smells particularly good.

The warmth from Zhu Bo's body in his arms spread to Pu Ziwen along the contacting bodies of the two.

Pu Ziwen couldn't help but want to stick this warmth closer,

"Over there, our class is celebrating, and you, a hero, can't go there?"

When Pu Zi heard this, he deliberately tightened his arms around Zhu Bo.

Zhu Bo felt it, and thought that Pu Ziwen's ankle was too painful to stand up, so he wrapped his right hand around Pu Ziwen's waist.

Zhu Bo seemed to hug him tightly.

!

Pu Ziwen trembled, and then he heard Zhu Bo speak.

"You want me to come over now?"

No, he didn't want to at all, the voice in Pu Ziwen's heart was clamoring.

"I'll help you leave when they're gone."

"If you're in so much pain that you can't stand, lean on me."

"Seeing that you are injured, let me rely on you."

Zhu Bo didn't want to leave, but Pu Zi heard that his heart skipped a beat, and nodded cautiously with his eyes full.

"That's what you said."

The smile on the corner of Pu Ziwen's mouth became more and more flamboyant in Zhu Bo's invisible sight.

"Sure enough, the long-distance running relay was chosen, I knew it!"

Ding Weisong and He Shiyue just received the notice, Ding Weisong excitedly knocked on the table.

"Now our class has become famous in the second year of high school. Let's see who dares to diss us with the trailing class."

"Wait, something's wrong, Brother Wen and I are at the same table? Why are they missing?"

Looking over, Ding Weisong did not find the two of them in the crowd.

"Where is the person?" He Shiyue didn't see it either.

Zhu Bo took Pu Ziwen out of the path behind the playground first.

"Let me ask." Ding Weisong took out his mobile phone and called Brother Wen, but no one answered.

Ding Weisong sent a message to his deskmate instead.

-I can't run, you brother Wen is crippled.

"Huh? Lame?" Ding Weisong thought, could it be his deskmate who beat him?

So exciting.

-Who did you meet when you gave him school pants?

Ding Weisong didn't dare to say it, but Brother Wen wouldn't let him say it.

- If you don't tell me, I'll throw him on the side of the road and make him hurt to death.

Throwing Brother Wen by the side of the road, even if Brother Wen's leg is not trampled on, it will not be surrounded by girls who control the face and cause secondary damage.

If the first-generation school grass becomes a real lame man, I'm afraid Brother Wen will beat him to death.

So classmate Ding Weisong described what he saw just now.

-The tablemate, don't tell Brother Wen that I said it, please.

-Um.

Zhu Bo went back to look at Pu Ziwen, who was gritting his teeth in pain after being treated by the school doctor Dr. Xu.

"Student, your injury doesn't look like it was caused by running. What's going on? Was it a fight?"

Dr. Xu has a soft voice, a cascade of black hair hanging in front of his body, and his working appearance with gauze and alcohol to treat the injury is particularly eye-catching.

"No, hiss..." Pu Ziwen clenched his molars, "I'm a good student, can I fight, teacher, just apply the medicine..."

Doctor Xu intuited that Pu Ziwen was lying, and glanced at Zhu Bo, who Pu Ziwen was always peeping at.

"I, a school doctor, can't control the affairs of you children, but don't hide anything. Others don't know what you did. What's the point of fighting?"

Dr. Xu has always been indifferent to school affairs, and she knows that some things are beyond the control of adults.

"I really didn't. I was fighting under the nose of Lord Yan at the school. I'm afraid I really don't want to live."

Pu Ziwen's expression was distorted by the pain on his face, and his voice was still carelessly casual when speaking.

Zhu Bo sat on the side watching him, Pu Ziwen looked like a carefree libertine.

It was obvious that he had fought with the boy who provoked him behind his back, and probably injured his foot at that time, so he didn't mention a word about it.

A trace of sourness ran through Zhu Bo's heart. Do he do good deeds anonymously, do he want him to find out by himself, or do he want him to feel guilty?

How can Pu Ziwen always mobilize all kinds of emotions of this person?

Seeped into his life like pervasive air.

"Hey, hey, Zhu Bo, are you still awake?"

Pu Ziwen's voice brought Zhu Bo back from his thoughts.

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied, my phone rang again, please bring it here for me."

Zhu Bo came back to his senses, and took out Pu Ziwen's mobile phone from the pocket of his school uniform jacket.

"It's Ding Weisong again, he better not mess with me." Pu Ziwen muttered while calling back.

"Brother Wen, are you coming back at the same table as me? Our side is almost over, and we will return to the class for a class meeting. Sister Ju is very happy, and then Sister Ju said that she has ordered a big meal for us."

Pu Ziwen turned on the speakerphone, and Ding Weisong's voice came out.

"It's the chef's dish at Fuxiangju at the entrance. Damn it, it must be very fragrant. Brother Wen, you two come back!"

Fuxiangju, a well-known restaurant in front of No. [-] Middle School, I heard that the chef is a hidden folk gourmet expert.

"Sister Ju is bleeding heavily? This meal won't cost more than half a month's salary?"

"Almost, so Brother Wen, you must come back, don't disappoint Sister Ju's heart for us."

"Okay, go back right away."

Pu Ziwen cut off the phone.

Zhu Bo looked at his gauze-wrapped feet and asked, "You're lame and still thinking about eating?"

"It's not about food. You didn't hear what Ding Weisong said. Sister Ju has booked Fuxiangju. At least we can't disappoint Sister Ju."

What Pu Ziwen didn't say was that he actually cared more about the C position in the evening class meeting.

I heard that the C position can choose anyone to make a request at will.

The C position has now been properly placed on his head, and the meat is delivered to his mouth, so there is no reason to refuse.

"Go back, Zhu Bo, let's go back and show our faces, okay?"

Pu Ziwen lowered his head and stared at Zhu Bo with begging eyes, his eyes were full of pity, helplessness and weakness.

Zhu Bo was also lost in a trance, and it was hard to refuse Pu Ziwen's softened appearance.

"Well, go back." Zhu Bo nodded.

Pu Ziwen secretly rejoiced for half a minute.

The first day of the sports meeting came to an end, and the second day was mainly for the competition of the sports class, and the students of the culture class became spectators on the second day.

Therefore, the class meeting of each class will be held on the first night.

Each class has a different atmosphere, and the school leaders don't care about it that night, as long as they don't do anything out of line.

In the second grade building, Class [-] has the strongest atmosphere.

While waiting for the meals to be delivered, Liu Pingju asked the class monitor to organize everyone's activities. She went to deal with some logistical matters first, and basically didn't need students.

As soon as Liu Pingju left, the students in Class [-] who were still holding back just now broke through the restraint.

A boy played a very exciting song on the big screen of the blackboard, and the atmosphere in the class was instantly lifted.

Pu Ziwen and Zhu Bozheng pushed open the door of Class [-] at this time.

"Oh!! The hero of our class is back, huh? What's wrong with this leg?"

Pu Ziwen stretched out his feet on purpose, "This is called a witness of honor, what do you know?"

"Yes yes yes! Hero's feet are different from us mortals, come in and sit down."

Zhu Bo glanced at Puzi Wen, he was really good at talking.

At the beginning of the class meeting, everyone was in chaos for a while. He Shiyue led a few girls to draw on the blackboard, and Tong Siqi led others to stick ribbons and balloons.

Someone pulled the curtains tight on purpose, and Wu Yibei even put a flashing light ball in front of the blackboard.

"I'll go, you're dead!" Bao Shun was shocked.

"That's right. I prepared it specially for the class meeting. Does it have a KTV atmosphere?"

"Then you should sing a song first, Wu Yibei."

"Come here," Wu Yibei ran up to the podium, "You can mention whatever you want to hear, without my brother."

Someone below seriously agreed.

"Then have an English song? I like Poke's song, so come and sing one."

"No, no, no, I want to hear Jay Chou, Huhuhaha, what a sense of rhythm."

"I want to listen to Cantonese songs, Andy Lau's!"

Wu Yibei scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "I'm sorry, brother can't."

The students in the audience sighed, "Then you will do it when you come."

"Then here I am, the accompanist!" Wu Yibei picked up the blackboard eraser and used it as a temporary microphone.

"Shake~make~can~charge~come, I~shake~spin~Li~worship~, number~both~swing~year~before~doing~good or bad..."

Rao Puzi, who had seen strong wind and waves, couldn't help swallowing when he heard it.

This tune runs well, not at 01:30.

"Wu Yibei, stop singing, Li Bai's coffin can't be held down anymore!"

"Shut the mic, shut the mic, come down and I'll come!"

Some boys couldn't stand it and pushed Wu Yibei off the stage, and replaced him with the familiar song Above the Moon, at least he was more tuned than Wu Yibei.

After a few songs, the voices of a few boys were a little hoarse.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and sing, we can't do it."

Pu Ziwen leaned close to Zhu Bo's ear: "How about you sing a song?"

He hasn't heard Zhu Bo sing, and wants to.

But it is impossible for Zhu Bo to agree.

"If you don't want to sing, you sing." Zhu Bo shook his head.

At this time, someone was booing Pu Ziwen to come on stage.

"School girl, come up, everyone says you sing beautifully, come up and show us your voice!"

Everyone's eyes were on Pu Ziwen, and Zhu Bo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"We have long wanted to listen to the school grass singing, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally found the opportunity."

Wu Yibei handed the blackboard eraser to Pu Ziwen, and everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation.

But Pu Ziwen just shook his head: "Don't sing, my throat hurts."

"But your voice is so clear, it's not bad for this song, school grass, let's play one!"

Wu Yibei extended an olive branch again, Pu Ziwen still shook his head.

"My feet hurt too, which affects my performance and makes me unable to sing."

Ding Weisong, who was in charge of Pu Ziwen's acting, rested his chin on one hand, and the words he spoke were like a line without emotion.

"Wu Yibei, give up, you are also a friend of women, besides, you see who I, Brother Wen, humbled for, can you speak well?"

Wu Yibei suddenly realized that the school grass was humbled only for one person.

So Wu Yibei stuffed the blackboard eraser into Zhu Bo's hand.

"Zhu Bo, please help us find the school grass, he will definitely listen to what you say, we really want to hear him sing, please help."

Everyone followed suit: "Help me!"

Zhu Bo looked at the situation in front of him, he was dragged here, neither advancing nor retreating.

Pu Ziwen's eyes seemed to be hooked, encouraging him to come over.

Zhu Bo couldn't stand everyone's pleas, he hesitated and slowly raised the blackboard eraser to reach Pu Ziwen, but was snatched away by the people around him first.

"This is what you want."

Pu Ziwen laughed a little.

Zhu Bo suddenly felt a little regretful, he felt that after taking this step, he couldn't take it back.

This is a trap.

Really foul.

The author has something to say: don't regret it, give it to me!

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I came a little late today, rubbing my hands and kneeling on the floor.

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