A villain in love dressed as school grass

Pu Ziwen's foot was really hurt, he didn't think much about it himself.

After the infusion, the doctor came to him with the test sheet and told him not to use his feet too much in the near future, and it is best to have someone accompany him when he walks to and from school.

This became a good excuse for Pu Ziwen to take the opportunity to walk with Zhu Bo.

"Zhu Bo, look at my foot, no matter what, it's because of helping you, right?"

"We live in the same community again, you can't bear to leave your good friend behind, can you?"

Pu Zi smelled pious.

"Mr. Bai, you say yes, it just so happens that you can still study with me, and you won't lose money if you invest in shares."

Bai actually adjusted his glasses and nodded.

Fuck you, Zhu Bo gave him a blank look.

Whatever Zhu Bo thinks about this matter, what a loss.

He couldn't get rid of this troublesome spirit even if he wanted to, and this time he also learned moral kidnapping.

"Okay, I'll go with you, but," Zhu Bo took a look at the exercise book in Bai Jing's hand, "Student Pu, please don't disappoint the teacher's expectations."

"study well."

Pu Ziwen was restless sitting on the hospital bed.

"Don't worry my friend, with my extraordinary comprehension, these few questions are nothing at all."

"Make sure to explain the topic so thoroughly that it can't be more transparent."

Pu Ziwen was quite proud: "It's not just a few math problems, how difficult it can be."

Can there still be close wishes?

An hour and a half later, Zhu Bo No. 16 watched Pu Ziwen put his pen under the hospital bed.

Pu Ziwen bent down from the hospital bed to pick up the pen, sat up straight, continued to read the big questions, and then continued to turn the pen.

With a snap, the pen fell to the ground again.

Pu Ziwen finally couldn't bear it and was about to explode.

What is this math question about?

Why did Bai actually write him thirteen lines of answers to a question with a total of less than fifty words?

He knows these numbers and Chinese separately, but what the hell is it when they are combined together?

Bai actually chose two more comprehensive questions on purpose.

Before the examination, Bai actually asked him to understand it first, and asked him to come back and talk about it if there was anything wrong.

But this, he has nothing to understand.

Except for that unimportant Jiezi.

Pu Ziwen turned his attention to Zhu Bo who was looking at his phone for help.

Zhu Bo noticed him and shrugged slightly.

"Don't look at me, I'm second to last, do you think I will?"

"Besides, with your extraordinary comprehension, these few questions are nothing at all."

"The mathematics in our class will be handed over to you, the university bully."

Zhu Bo turned around and picked up a magazine to read, ignoring Pu Ziwen.

Pu Ziwen had no choice but to continue reading the questions in a dull mood.

The sports meeting was successfully concluded, and Class [-] did a good job in logistics, so it was awarded a floating red flag by Yan Wangye.

Liu Pingju asked the students to hang up solemnly that night, and held a mobilization meeting for a month's exam sprint in Class [-].

The goal is not difficult, as long as everyone can improve by fifty.

The people in Class [-] are full of fighting spirit.

The next day, Zhu Bo was taken aback when he helped the limping troublesome Jing enter the door.

Last time, Liu Pingju added two more inspirational banners, which were hung on the walls on both sides of the classroom.

Very atmospheric.

Pu Ziwen instinctively didn't want to step into the classroom, but Zhu Bo secretly dragged him into the classroom.

"Brother Wen, alas, why are our legs wrapped like this?" Ding Weisong rushed over from a long distance, and Zhu Bo let go and left Pu Ziwen.

"Hey," Puzi looked over reluctantly, "so ruthless."

Ding Weisong supported Pu Ziwen like a little eunuch and asked him to go back to his seat.

"Brother Wen, I heard that you are going to teach math problems to our class? Brother Wen is mighty."

Pu Ziwen froze with horror: "You know all this?"

"Why don't you know, we are all enthusiastic about the self-study sister Ju said last night, no matter what the monthly exam, we can bloody Class [-]!"

Bai Jing had already communicated with Liu Pingju.

Pu Ziwen's heart sank when he was still lucky in the morning, and he also begged Zhu Bo not to talk about the topic, Zhu Bo's face was quite cold at that time.

Does Zhu Bo also know?

Pu Ziwen looked at Zhu Bo inquiringly, but Zhu Bo was just sitting there with a drawing book, not knowing what children's painting he was drawing.

"It has nothing to do with me, turn around and don't disturb me."

Pu Zi turned his head when he heard it.

The morning self-study arrived as scheduled, Pu Ziwen saw that the students in class [-] were basically reading through the books, and the learning atmosphere was very strong, although they could not understand what was written in the books.

But this does not affect the spirit of everyone's learning.

While Pu Ziwen was looking at the two math problems and trying to memorize the steps by rote, Liu Pingju walked into the classroom on high heels.

Liu Pingju noticed Pu Ziwen at a glance, and then vacated the podium for him without any nonsense.

The child's illness is probably cured, Liu Pingju is very relieved.

"Let's put the other subjects away first. Pu Ziwen will tell us two math problems. Please listen carefully and memorize them carefully."

"Come on, Pu Ziwen, Ding Weisong, give him a hand."

"Okay, teacher." Ding Weisong immediately gave way to Pu Ziwen.

Pu Zi heard the word Sichuan frowned between his brows, stood up with great difficulty, turned around and tapped on Zhu Bo's desk inconspicuously.

Zhu Bo raised his eyes to look at him, and Pu Ziwen was giving him winks.

The corner of Zhu Bo's mouth bent inadvertently, and then he said, "What's the matter, did you get sand in your eyes?"

Zhu Bo obviously didn't cooperate with him.

On the way to school, Pu Ziwen stuck to him and discussed with him: "We listened to the questions together, if I forget something, you can do me a favor and remind me."

Zhu Bo didn't reply to him at the time, and he didn't expect that he would really die.

Zhu Bo looked indifferent, it was none of his business.

Pu Ziwen walked to the podium without hesitation. Fortunately, he memorized the steps to solve the problem.

Pu Ziwen stood on the podium, first copied the questions, and then directly copied the answers that hadn't slipped out of his mind one by one.

"This question is like this, understand everyone, next question."

Pu Ziwen turned around and wrote the second question.

A boy at the bottom didn't understand what he meant when he copied half of it, so he asked him, "How did that 2ab+xy=5 come about?"

Pu Ziwen didn't turn his head at all, and the voice came out with his back to everyone.

"Shh, don't talk, experience it with your heart, ponder it with your heart, and calm down."

Unfathomable, boys seem to understand but not understand.

Xueba said let him experience it with his heart, so let him try it.

Pu Ziwen wrote the inscription very quickly, Zhu Bo sat in the last row and watched his back writing, lost in thought.

How did a good school girl become a fool...

He was a little skeptical, this idiot didn't know how to be black at all, even if he was black, his tricks were probably at the elementary school level.

Vulnerable.

While thinking this way, Pu Ziwen had already finished writing two questions, and was about to step off the stage after finishing, but was stopped by Liu Pingju.

"Don't go yet, they still have problems, tell them about it."

Pu Ziwen's footsteps stopped, not only did they have problems, but he also had problems.

However, the students in Class [-] were extremely enthusiastic and kept asking Puzi about it.

Pu Ziwen was in a daze on the podium, these people had never seen them love learning so much.

Just pick him when he is embarrassed and rush upwards.

"I don't quite understand why an x ​​is set, why can't it be solved directly?"

"How can I get the number 12 when I count the first question myself?"

"I can't solve it from the first step..."

Liu Pingju organized discipline: "Don't mess up, ask one by one."

Liu Pingju asked Pu Ziwen a question from a girl in the second row.

Pu Ziwen looked at the mechanically written answer and was at a loss for what to do.

"Your question... well asked, well asked."

"This question is too basic. In this case, you can ask Zhu Bo after class. He and I listened to the class together. Let's not waste time, next one."

Zhu Bo, who was watching the excitement in the underground just now, was suddenly clicked and his throat was blocked. He shouldn't be listening with Pu Ziwen.

He really forgot how much trouble this troublesome Pu Ziwen would cause him.

Sure enough, after Pu Ziwen evaded for a while with the excuse of "these questions are really too simple, I will not talk about it and find Zhu Bo after class", Pu Ziwen walked off the podium gracefully.

After returning to his seat, he also cordially thanked Zhu Bo collectively for the students.

Zhu Bo: "I really don't dare to be a college bully."

Pu Ziwen just raised the corners of his mouth briskly, then turned to open Doudizhu and Ding Wei let go of Hei.

Zhu Bo: "..."

Despicable enough.

Zhu Bo's seat was surrounded by eager and studious students from Class [-] after class.

Pu Ziwen pretended to be asleep in the front seat.

With the mentality of forgetting to finish the lecture, Zhu Bo dialed a few words to each of his classmates, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the corners of Pu Ziwen's mouth twitching.

What a gloat.

Zhu Bo kicked Pu Ziwen's chair hard, seemingly inadvertently.

"Hmm..." Pu Ziwen slammed his chest against the table and groaned, but he didn't dare to look up, so he could only hold back.

Zhu Bo was too ruthless.

not to be trifled.

Zhu Bo, who is not to be trifled with, didn't finish the calculation, so he threw Pu Ziwen a pair of spare crutches that had never been used after school.

"I think you can speak well, and it shouldn't affect your walking."

Pu Ziwen: "No, Zhu Bo, what does my mouth have to do with my feet, you can't do that."

So heartless.

"I can't do anything else, and you can go home by yourself."

Pu Ziwen dared not speak.

The two of them still went to the hospital on time to change their medicine and infusion, and then went to Bai Jing's place to study sample problems.

Pu Zi was fine, for the past few days he had been throwing troubles to Zhu Bo, and he could hide for a while with the excuse of his foot injury.

After Bai Jing started the infusion, Bai Jing's energy was low and he couldn't finish writing the answer for him.

Bai Jing's original words were: "This question is similar to the one I did a few days ago. Since you can understand it, I won't talk about it."

So Pu Ziwen successfully received two empty questions.

Pu Ziwen's face turned from white to red, from red to white.

But no matter how he turned, the result was the same, Pu Ziwen couldn't even write half a word.

Pu Ziwen looked at Zhu Bo cautiously on the hospital bed, Zhu Bo didn't give him a single glance, and there were a few big words "Do Not Disturb" written on his face.

After all, Pu Ziwen had nothing to do, so he slowly moved to Zhu Bo's side, and carefully put the notebook on Zhu Bo's lap.

"How tired are you from reading magazines all the time, change your eyes and try to solve problems?"

Pu Ziwen had a fake smile on his face that should be very useful to outsiders.

However, it does not apply to Zhubo.

"Take it away, don't force me to tear it up," Zhu Bo didn't bother to write, "Do you think I might?"

Pu Ziwen nodded, he thought he would wish him well.

"Get out." Zhu Bo didn't get used to him at all, tore off the page and rolled it into a ball, throwing it away.

Pu Ziwen: "..."

"I wish you don't regret it."

Pu Ziwen's face was very ugly, and he quietly went back to his bed to solve the problem.

In fact, he had nothing to threaten Zhu Bo, and he just wanted to show off his tongue.

Pu Ziwen needs to be checked in the hospital today, and wanted to wait for Bai Jing to come back to ask him, but when he saw the teacher who was like a gossamer after infusion, Pu Ziwen still didn't dare to bother him.

Isn't it just a math problem, he can always write it out, so Pu Ziwen kowtowed to the small table all night, fighting against those two problems.

Zhu Bo held the magazine and looked at him like that until Pu Ziwen struggled and fell asleep leaning on the pillow.

Zhu Bo stepped forward to pull out the needle for Pu Ziwen, turned off the light, and took away the question paper by the way.

"Ghost painting talisman..."

Zhu Bo looked at Puzi on the paper by the light of the portable desk lamp and murmured softly as he heard the doodles.

Zhu Bo pulled off the cap of his pen.

The author has something to say: Little wish of the snail!

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