A villain in love dressed as school grass

On the way to school the next day, Pu Ziwen was still puzzled.

"How did you solve it? It's the same as Teacher Bai's."

Bai actually woke up when the two left the hospital in the morning, and nodded after reading the answer.

There is nothing wrong with the solution.

"I said it several times and checked it online." Zhu Bo didn't want to talk to him.

"I also checked, but I didn't find anything." Pu Ziwen also showed Zhu Bo the web records.

"That's because you're stupid." Zhu Bo knocked off his hand holding the phone.

"You don't know how to open a book and copy it for you." Zhu Bo complained about him.

Afterwards, Pu Ziwen also felt that Zhu Bo might be right, maybe he really didn't know how to do it.

Pu Ziwen stopped asking, and Zhu Bo also heaved a sigh of relief.

God knows why he had a convulsion last night to write out the answers to those two questions for him.

Maybe because Pu Ziwen felt pitiful?

Maybe.

Several days after Pu Ziwen gave lectures on the example problems, the students in Class [-] actually made some progress in mathematics.

But most of the credit goes to Zhu Bo, because Pu Ziwen basically gave it to Zhu Bo.

Zhu Bo reluctantly agreed only to see Pu Ziwen's injured foot.

Until Pu Ziwen's feet are almost healed, the new monthly exam is coming.

Class [-] has been struggling for many days to prove the opportunity. Everyone is more enthusiastic than usual, and they have become a tall and straight landscape in the last examination room.

Director Cao was also taken aback when he was invigilating the exam.

When Zhu Bo read the test paper before and after the math test, he began to draw circles boringly. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the seat that should have been Pu Ziwen was empty.

Pu Ziwen ran away because he was afraid of the exam.

Even Lin Nianping's eight sedan chair lifts could not shake Pu Ziwen's reluctance to pass the exam.

Pu Ziwen vowed to die and said that he would go to the hospital for an infusion, and Lin Nianping, who felt sorry for his son, did the same.

This matter was sent to him by Pu Ziwen.

Ding Weisong walked around Zhu Bo after the first subject: "Is the answer to the second question of filling in the blanks two-thirds?"

Ding Weisong actually joined the study group recently, eager to know if he was right.

"I don't know, I didn't write it down." Zhu Bo said truthfully.

He just glanced at the test paper and saw that there were no interesting questions, so he didn't write at all, just scribbled on the cards and handed it in.

This is his last self-cultivation as a scumbag.

"Huh?" Ding Weisong was puzzled.

"Ask Brother Wen." Zhu Bo suggested to him, "He should regret not taking the exam right now."

The extremely remorseful Pu Ziwen was playing games on the hospital bed at this time, successfully defeating the last Voldemort.

"Well done, Ah Xie..." Pu Ziwen sneezed, "Well done."

The monthly exam was just in time for a weekend, and when I came back to school next week, the teachers of all subjects had finished reading the papers extremely efficiently.

When Liu Pingju entered the classroom, Pu Ziwen was grabbing the drawing pencil in Zhu Bo's hand.

Pu Zi heard that he wanted to see what Zhu Bo was painting.

Zhu Bo glanced over and met Liu Pingju.

"Students, be quiet," Liu Pingju's tone was so gentle that she could even hear a trace of joy, "Take your seat quietly."

Liu Pingju lifted up the paper in her hand and waved it, and that piece of paper instantly became the focus of all Class [-].

Everyone knows that this piece of paper not only bears their achievements, but also the fruits of their hard work.

Liu Pingju didn't talk nonsense when she sat down, and read the grades one by one, and everyone became more and more excited by the end.

This is more than fifty, and some people have even improved by a hundred.

The subject that everyone has improved the most is mathematics, which has always been a big problem.

It is nothing to others, but to the students in Class [-], it is already a great progress.

Liu Pingju was naturally very happy, just in time for the monthly vacation, Liu Pingju did not leave any homework for the first time.

Teachers of other subjects also learned from Liu Pingju, which is a reward for everyone's efforts.

The students in Class [-] were very happy, discussing with each other where to go during the hard-won three-day holiday without homework.

Some people want to commit crimes and play games against the wind, and some people go climbing or shopping in twos and threes.

Zhu Bo also rejected Pu Ziwen's game invitation, and he has agreed to go to the orphanage to watch Xiaozheng during this month's vacation.

By the way, bring his painting to Xiaozheng.

orphanage.

Zhu Bo came very early, around eight o'clock, when Xiaozheng's class just finished morning exercises. When Xiaozheng saw Zhu Bo, she ran over happily and hugged Zhu Bo's leg.

"Brother Xiaobo, I miss you so much."

Zhu Bo rubbed his head and found a quiet classroom to play with the boy.

Xiaozheng asked him why the brother he mentioned last time didn't come together, and Zhu Bo remembered that he had mentioned Puziwen to Xiaozheng.

"That brother broke his leg recently and can't walk, next time."

Xiaozheng looked a little disappointed.

Xiaozheng immediately thought of something again, and dragged Zhu Bo to the next classroom.

Zhu Bo saw a simple piano that was not too big, maybe because it was too old, the piano looked a bit worn out.

"Brother Xiaobo, I have learned a new song and play it for you."

Zhu Bo nodded, watching Xiaozheng try to climb up the piano bench, arrange the score, and play it decently.

Xiaozheng probably didn't learn it very well, and the tunes he played were half and half, but he talked well.

Zhu Bo wondered who taught him, the orphanage does not seem to have a piano teacher.

Zhu Bo was afraid that he would be in danger of being cheated.

"Don't worry, brother Xiaobo, the big brother who taught me the piano is very nice, he teaches me for free."

"And that brother doesn't look like a bad guy, he's as good-looking as Brother Xiaobo."

Zhu Bo just nodded, he was not as naive as a child, and before leaving, he warned Xiaozheng to be wary of good-looking people.

Good-looking people are not necessarily good people.

For example, Pu Ziwen.

There is only one month left in the last semester of the second year of high school, and the final exam has become a big hurdle.

Liu Pingju led the students in Class [-] to study hard, but because of their poor foundation, they could only suppress the higher-level Class [-] for the time being.

The teachers in the two classes are the same, which makes them more comparable.

Gradually, the sexual smell in the two neighboring classes was so strong that even the top students were afraid.

The hottest thing in Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School Post Bar is the confrontation between the two classes of Senior Two.

It's as small as who is praised by the dean, and as big as trying to see whose average score is one or two points higher.

It's no small matter.

Just at this time, the school said that the school celebration party would be held earlier. This year's selection of characteristic middle schools in the city, the cultural party cannot be spared.

It also means that the No. [-] Middle School, which has just finished the exercise, will organize another school celebration party.

This is not as labor-intensive as the sports meeting, but the school celebration is more important in the eyes of Class [-] and [-] than the sports meeting.

Everyone in class [-] is vying for a show.

Liu Pingju couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm, and said: "You all work hard, and then we will vote for a good show to perform."

Everyone is enthusiastic.

Zhu Bo refused.

Zhu Bo folded his arms and looked at the classroom that was suddenly heated up, but still felt that the scene was a bit too noisy to be suitable for him.

But not as much resistance and disgust as before.

While the bell rang, Zhu Bo took the picture book and left the classroom.

Pu Ziwen wants to follow, but then thinks that he is now going to Zhu Bo to talk about a show together, but Zhu Bo probably won't agree.

With the lessons learned from the sports meeting, Pu Ziwen very cleverly found Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng this time.

"Oh! We understand. Brother Wen, you mean to invite me to be at the same table through our mouths, and then you will join in naturally, so that you can achieve some of your ulterior motives..."

Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Pu Zi kicked Ding Weisong's calf.

"What's the ulterior motive, come and listen to me?"

Pu Ziwen's eyes looked like he was about to kill someone, but Ding Weisong knew that he had rebelled against him just by looking at him.

"It's nothing, I'm talking nonsense, Baobao and I will find my tablemate now."

"Well, it's kind of like that."

Pu Ziwen sat and waited for Zhu Bo to take the bait and come back, when he would quietly join in, everything would be logical.

Zhu Bo in the library looked at the two people opposite him and felt very strange.

Neither Ding Weisong nor Bao Shunsheng seemed to be able to learn.

After thinking about it, Zhu Bo came to the conclusion that these two people had something to do with him.

Zhu Bo didn't want to talk to affect other people, so he brought the two of them out with a drawing book.

"If you have something to say, don't follow me."

Zhu Bo's attitude is not very good.

Ding Weisong didn't hesitate, and directly pointed out his reason for coming.

"Look, we're going to have a show anyway, right? We're definitely better together than you alone. Don't hesitate, we won't lose money by investing in it."

Bao Shunsheng also imitated Ding Weisong's words.

Zhu Bo leaned against the railing of the stairs and squinted his eyes, watching the two of them wondering if they were being too deliberate.

"Pu Ziwen asked you to come?" Zhu Bo spoke in a very soft voice.

Ding Weisong stopped talking non-stop: "You know this, my deskmate."

Zhu Bo didn't even bother to explain. Before he left the classroom, Pu Ziwen and the two of them got together.

Then they will find the library.

Zhu Bo would not believe it if he said that this had nothing to do with Pu Ziwen.

Just as Zhu Bo was about to speak, Ding Weisong quickly stopped him.

"At the same table, you can't refuse this. We are fighting for the honor of class [-]. If you don't join, you will be a deserter. You must join."

Zhu Bo: "..."

A deserter of God's logic.

But it's not a big deal to just have a show.

"Okay, but wait until I get back to the classroom."

"Okay, please." Ding Weisong made way for Zhu Bo.

- It's done, Brother Wen.

Ding Weisong immediately sent a text message to Pu Ziwen.

Pu Ziwen held the mobile phone, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently, which made the girls in the same class blush.

During the lunch break, in Class [-], everyone's enthusiasm for discussion remained undiminished.

Sitting next to Zhu Bo, Ding Weisong checked out a few dances that have become popular recently, and specially showed them to everyone before and after.

"I saw people dance this dance in a hip-hop club. I'll tell you how handsome it is!"

"Why don't we just come here, and guarantee that the rate of returning to school will double in the future!"

Ding Weisong is very confident about this.

Bao Shunsheng took the phone and looked at it for a while, then spoke inappropriately.

"I think Brother Wen's feet don't seem to be very good, you will be broken by Brother Wen again."

"And I can't dance this, Brother Song."

When Zhu Bo heard Pu Ziwen's name, he just glanced at the front seat, and Pu Ziwen joined without blushing.

Zhu Bo chuckled, it really was premeditated.

That's all.

Bao Shunsheng said it pitifully, and Ding Weisong felt that this idea was unreliable after thinking about it, so he turned around and thought about another show.

"How about a few of us talking about group cross talk? You don't need to move your legs, you just need to move your mouth."

Pu Ziwen threw a book directly at Ding Weisong's head.

"Do you think your tablemate will talk so much just for a school celebration?"

Thinking about it, I knew that Zhu Bo couldn't agree.

"Then what should we do, why don't we come to the chorus too?"

The enduring program of the chorus basically can't go wrong, but there may not be bright spots.

Bao Shunsheng nodded, he can sing, as long as he doesn't jump around.

Pu Ziwen looked at Zhu Bo's unmoved face, inexplicably judged that Zhu Bo also agreed, and such a simple thing as singing shouldn't bother him.

"Then sing along."

Pu Ziwen thought that Zhu Bo also knew his singing skills, and it was inevitable that Zhu Bo would ask him a word or two when he practiced singing.

At that time, he will have more opportunities to communicate with Zhu Bo.

The idea of ​​the chorus is really good.

But after class, Pu Ziwen's face became darker and darker after he really picked up songs and practiced.

Looking at the three people gathered together in the music classroom, Pu Ziwen never thought of death.

Obviously he is the one who is more in tune with this song, why didn't Zhu Bo learn from him?

Or do you have to find those two half-baked guys to learn from?

The sourness in Pu Ziwen's heart gradually couldn't be covered, and the piece of paper on which the lyrics were printed was finally folded by him.

Pu Ziwen jumped up from the chair, stood firm, and strode towards Zhu Bo.

The three of them were stunned by Pu Ziwen's actions.

"Zhu Bo, come out for a while."

Pu Ziwen's voice was unspeakably awkward.

The author has something to say: Why come out, don't bother me.

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Thanks for reading, bows.

Than a vinegary heart.