A villain in love dressed as school grass

With Ding Weisong's support, Pu Ziwen limped to the front of the podium.

Everyone in the audience is about to die of acid.

"The school grass is too double-standard, we all say no one wishes Bo a look is useful."

"Don't be so sour, if you are half as good as Zhu Bo, the school girl won't reject you outright!"

"I think it's definitely fake news to say that they have a bad relationship. It looks like a bad relationship? Can you believe it?"

Everyone said something to each other, and the classroom was in chaos. Wu Yibei beat the table with the teaching stick that Sister Ju usually used.

"Look at how much you gossip. Just now you asked the school grass to sing, and now you have discussed it when the school grass comes up."

Wu Yibei, who was more gossip than anyone else, made a silent gesture in the air.

"School grass, what song do you want?" Wu Yibei asked Pu Ziwen.

Pu Zi didn't answer, and kept staring straight ahead with a smile on his face, and Wu Yibei followed his gaze.

"Understood, I understand," Wu Yibei walked to Zhu Bo's seat, "Zhu Bo, we can listen to whatever you want to hear."

"Isn't it, students?"

Everyone nodded.

"Of course I listen to Zhu Bo!"

Zhu Bo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then let's have a little jumping frog."

Pu Ziwen can sing, so he will choose a song that doesn't match his temperament at all.

Zhu Bo thought, Pu Ziwen was unwilling.

"You like little jumping frogs?" Pu Ziwen lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, "Then come."

Pu Ziwen signaled Wu Yibei to play the accompaniment, and along with the cheerful melody, Pu Ziwen sang with a magnetic voice mixed with lovely lyrics.

On the contrary, it is not very obtrusive, and has a special kind of cuteness.

The corners of Zhu Bo's mouth curled up softly, Pu Ziwen was so silly.

When Liu Pingju came in with the food delivery staff, the students in Class [-] were playing idiom Solitaire.

"Eating chicken tonight is not an idiom, Wu Yibei pays attention to the words." Liu Pingju pushed open the door and said.

"Wow!!! It's so fragrant!"

The students who were playing games noisyly just now smelled the aroma of food.

"As expected of Fuxiangju, hurry up."

Seeing these children looking like hungry wolves, Liu Pingju instructed, "Slow down, wait until someone finishes serving the dishes."

When Chef Fuxiangju heard that it was a class order or a celebration, he specially fried two extra dishes and asked the clerk to bring the plates instead of a takeaway box.

“Kids enjoyed their meal.”

"Thank you uncle!"

Liu Pingju organized everyone to sit in a circle, distributed the disposable paper cups bought in advance, and then filled them with their favorite cola or juice.

Liu Pingju raised her glass, and everyone put down their chopsticks first.

Zhu Bo silently snatched Pu Ziwen's glass of wine that Ding Weisong secretly exchanged for him, and handed him another glass of mineral water.

?

Pu Zi smells him.

Zhu Bo said: "Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol."

Lie, Pu Ziwen thinks, Zhu Bo just thinks he is injured and can't drink.

"Okay, listen to you, I can't compete with you."

Pu Ziwen raised the glass of mineral water.

Liu Pingju coughed twice, and temporarily turned off some loud music.

"First of all, today is the first class meeting since the establishment of our 1th class. It is also a celebration party for us to win the No.[-] sports meeting. The teacher is happy for you and respects you!"

Liu Pingju drank all the juice in the glass in one gulp, and then continued.

"Everyone knows our school's class division system. In the past, our class [-] has been ridiculed by other classes. These teachers all know it."

"But the teacher believes that you are not bad kids, you just love to play a little more than other students, if you really learn, you must not be as bad as others, right!"

Liu Pingju spoke with sincerity, until later her eyes shone faintly under the light.

"The teacher is right!"

Everyone said in unison, and some people cried without straining.

"Don't cry, everyone, since everyone can prove it to the teacher, okay?"

The fighting spirit of the students in Class [-] was aroused: "Okay, we will!"

Liu Pingju was also very relieved that she didn't love these children in vain.

"Okay, let's not talk much, let's eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables while it's hot, Wu Yibei, put the grilled fish at the back."

"Okay... Teacher!"

Liu Pingju couldn't help laughing, picked up chopsticks and ate with everyone.

High school students are growing their bodies, and after the storm, the food is almost eaten up.

Among them, Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen didn't move their chopsticks too much.

Fuxiangju puts vinegar in every dish. Zhu Bo doesn't like sour, so he doesn't like it very much.

Pu Ziwen had another attack because of his foot injury, and he couldn't eat because of the pain.

After the food is removed, it will be the highlight of the class meeting of the [-]th class, performing the programs prepared for the class meeting.

"Let's go, still watch?" Zhu Bo asked after looking at Pu Ziwen's eyes on the podium.

"Why? The show hasn't started yet. I heard that the girls in our class have a group dance. I think..."

Zhu Bo's eyes gradually turned cold.

"I think... Hurry up to the infirmary and get a bottle."

It's a good thing he didn't say anything, Pu Ziwen thought, otherwise Zhu Bo would probably beat him again.

As night fell, the street lights on the school road turned on on time, and Pu Ziwen slung Zhu Bo's shoulder and shuffled towards the infirmary, gradually leaving the laughter and laughter behind.

The night was silent, and the faint chirping of cicadas broke the embarrassment between the two of them.

Pu Ziwen was about to open his mouth to say haha.

"Don't talk," Zhu Bo interrupted Pu Ziwen, "If you didn't get hurt because of me, I wouldn't care about you."

"You know?" Pu Ziwen's shoulders relaxed, "I thought you were very concerned, hey!"

It turned out that Zhu Bo was not as worried about himself as he imagined, it turned out that it was because of his help.

The light in Pu Ziwen's eyes was a little fragmented, Zhu Bo turned slightly to see it.

"Thank you," Zhu Bo whispered while looking at Lu who was in the infirmary ahead, "But don't talk to those idiots next time, it's not worth it."

not worth what?

Is it not worth fighting, or is it not worth fighting for Zhu Bo?

"It's okay, I'm willing." Pu Ziwen's voice was equally calm.

Pu Ziwen suddenly felt that Zhu Bo seemed to have closed a door in his heart.

Keep everyone separate.

"Two bottles of medicine, you can go home after taking it, classmates, and then remember to go to the hospital for a checkup."

Dr. Xu packed up the medicine box, she had an appointment at night and needed to leave early.

"Lock the door for the teacher when you leave, thank you."

Zhu Bo stood up and nodded, watching Dr. Xu leave and sitting beside Pu Ziwen's bed.

The beds in the school infirmary are relatively short, but Pu Ziwen is tall, with a leg that just rests on the side of the bed.

"Don't move around." Zhu Bo warned him, "I'm not as gentle as Dr. Xu."

Zhu Bo snatched his phone over and took a look. Pu Ziwen was watching the dance of the [-]th class girl troupe, no wonder his feet kept shaking.

"Confiscated."

"Hey... Zhu Bo, you are too cruel. I just want to watch a show, but you don't give it."

Pu Ziwen pretends to be pitiful on purpose, but Zhu Bo doesn't buy it.

"If you don't lame, no one will stop you."

Pu Ziwen didn't dare to speak anymore, Zhu Bo didn't look at it unless he showed it, turned over and closed his eyes and fell asleep with a bad expression on his face.

The infusion room was so quiet that only the breathing of two people could be heard.

Pu Ziwen felt a little confused after the infusion, and his mind was not very clear at this time. After some time, Pu Ziwen found that Zhu Bo was calling him.

Pu Ziwen didn't open his eyes.

"If you are really asleep, I won't perform this."

"Newly learned magic, I'm bored and want to play, but you're not awake anyway, forget it."

Pu Ziwen suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head, grabbing Zhu Bo's arm with his other hand.

"I'm awake, I want to watch magic tricks!"

"Then you go back and lie down." Zhu Bo didn't leave at first, he knew that Pu Ziwen was in a fake sleep.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Pu Ziwen lay back, like a good baby about to be coaxed to sleep, and pulled the quilt to cover it.

Zhu Bo thought it was funny that he was doing this, and after sitting upright, he began to perform the little tricks he had just learned online.

It's just kind of lame.

Under the moonlight, the small window of the school infirmary emits incandescent light.

In the room, Pu Ziwen didn't know what to say, Zhu Bo threw away the paper in his hand, Pu Ziwen was so frightened that he picked up the paper and stuffed it into Zhu Bo's hand.

Some students passing by saw the school grass infusion, but they didn't dare to disturb them.

They just felt that the relationship between Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen was not as bad as the rumors said.

Ding Weisong called Pu Ziwen early the next morning.

"Brother Wen, why are you gone again?"

The drumbeat and music of the sports meeting came from the phone, and Pu Ziwen turned on the speakerphone while changing his pants with difficulty.

"Do you want me to participate in the Paralympic Games with my foot? Shall I show you a wheelchair run?"

Pu Ziwen didn't play tricks on it.

"I'm on leave, I'm going to the hospital to see my feet, and I'm at the same table as you."

"Oh~~~" Ding Weisong sighed meaningfully.

"Then I understand Brother Wen, you can go at ease, I will protect the beauty of Class [-]."

"Hehe, even if you, Brother Wen, don't go, your voice and smile can still leave a strong mark in the hearts of everyone."

There are two knocks on the door.

"You didn't smell the puzi when you were done, are you so ink-stained when you change your pants?"

"Right away, right away, wait for me for 2 minutes." Pu Ziwen's voice was hurried.

Ding Weisong heard it right, it was his deskmate's voice.

"Brother Wen, you and I are at the same table, living together? No way, this is too exciting."

"Stimulate fart, hang up." Pu Ziwen cut off the phone.

Living together, he thought, Zhu Bo could only agree if he was crazy.

"I'm fine, Zhu Bo." Pu Ziwen opened the door and walked out.

Zhu Bo didn't voluntarily accompany Pu Ziwen to the hospital, but actually met Lin Nianping when he went home with Pu Ziwen.

Things come and go, Lin Nianping has no time because of the company's facts, and Zhu Bo can't afford to leave Pu Ziwen, who was injured because of him, at home to fend for himself.

Anyway, he doesn't like to watch any sports games, it's messy, and he can go to the hospital.

Zhu Bo registered an account for Pu Ziwen, and when he went to pay the money, he met a familiar figure at the payment office.

"Teacher Bai Jing, why are you here?"

Bai was actually the math teacher of Class [-], a gentle male teacher with glasses.

Bai actually just shook his head and pointed to his throat.

Zhu Bo nodded, it should be a throat problem.

Bai Jing and Zhu Bo took Pu Ziwen to the ward for infusion. Only then did Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen find out that the math teacher took a week off and was in the hospital.

It is very difficult for Bai Jing to speak now, and he needs to speak softly word by word.

After Bai Jing finished speaking, the two of them figured it out.

The math teacher in their class is notoriously responsible. He has never disliked the tailing of his class and is serious and responsible for every student.

Bai actually injured his throat and vocal cords because he hadn't taken care of himself at work recently and didn't pay attention to his body for a long time, so he needed an operation.

The risk of surgery is not great, as long as you rest well, you will be fine.

In the final analysis, it is a matter of time.

"That's okay, teacher, you must pay attention." Zhu Bo said, skillfully peeled an orange for Bai Jing and handed it over.

Bai Jing nodded with a smile, and then spoke slowly.

"When I met you two, the teacher has a request, I hope you agree, ahem."

Bai actually couldn't hold on anymore and couldn't speak, so he took out the tablet.

- I am worried about the grades of the students in your class. Can classmate Pu help the teacher to keep track of the progress and give a few sample questions for self-study every day?

Pu Ziwen was still looking at his medicine bottle for infusion, and swallowed when he took the tablet.

"Teacher, do you trust me too much?"

Zhu Bo was also thinking, with the score Pu Ziwen got in the test, can he understand the sample questions?

- It's okay, the teacher believes in you, I have seen your previous grades, the first year of high school is very good, don't give up on yourself now.

- Just pick it up now and review it for yourself. If you perform well, your head teacher probably won't give you psychotherapy.

At the mention of psychotherapy, Pu Ziwen felt a chill down his back.

It was terrible, he felt that Liu Pingju and Lin Nianping were like Fa Hai, he was the monster who was going to be taken in.

If you can really get rid of psychotherapy, that's not bad.

"Teacher, I also think I can do it, come on!" Pu Ziwen said confidently.

Zhu Bo suddenly had a bad feeling.

The author has something to say: don't doubt your feelings, you just have them.

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Thank you for today, bow down.

Cherish every bit of tenderness,

I wish you a happy duck.