A villain in love dressed as school grass

Zhu Bo closed the door of the music classroom with his hand back, and looked at Pu Ziwen leaning on the opposite wall.

Zhu Bo slightly raised his eyebrows, signaling Pu Ziwen to speak.

A few words were clearly written on Zhu Bo's face: If you have something to say, hurry up, I'm still busy.

Pu Ziwen was even more upset when he heard it, and deliberately made amends for himself.

"I think your efficiency is too low. I have learned it. Let me teach you."

Speaking of which, Pu Ziwen wanted to pick up Zhu Bo's lyrics paper, but before he got it, Zhu Bo snatched it away.

"I think I practiced well with them, the level of your little jumping frog..."

Zhu Bo didn't continue to speak, his expression was indescribable.

After hearing this, Pu Ziwen's eyes opened almost twice as big as usual, and he always lowered his eyes lazily when talking to others, which would reveal the entire dark eyeballs, adding a bit of cuteness.

No, what did Zhu Bo say?

Is this an insinuation that he can't sing?

He can't do it, can those two in the room do it?

What's wrong with his little jumping frog, doesn't he sing well?

Isn't it better for Zhu Bo to practice singing with him than with others?

The question in Pu Ziwen's heart at this time is no less than a catalog page of [-] whys.

After Zhu Bo finished speaking, his face remained unchanged, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

Pu Zi snorted and said: "Alright, I'll practice singing with you later."

Then let him be wronged, let's go to the head office together.

However, Pu Ziwen did not expect that Zhu Bo would not do this.

"I think at your little jumping frog's level, you don't need to practice with us, you can be beautiful alone, so let's do this first, student Pu, don't delay us."

After Zhu Bo finished speaking, he turned and entered the classroom, and Pu Zi heard the sound of closing the door with a slam.

Pu Ziwen: "???"

hold up?

Obviously he was the one who wanted to be with Zhu Bo, but now he was too much to delay.

What does Zhu Bo mean?

During recess, Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng slowly moved to the men's room.

"Bao Bao, come ahead of me, hurry up." Ding Weisong pushed the chubby Bao Shunsheng forward.

"Song...Brother Song, I, I don't dare."

Bao Shunsheng's round body turned around and broke away from Ding Weisong's grasp.

Then they heard a loud bang from the men's room.

Ding Weisong paused, his pupils shook, and his fingertips seemed to be shaking.

"Baobao, listen to this voice, tell me, brother Wen must have been so angry that he took down the toilet partition..."

"I, I think it's possible."

"Baobao, do you think we can come out alive after we go in? Will it be the same as that partition, dead without a whole body?"

Bao Shunsheng waved his hands again and again: "Probably not, Brother Wen takes care of us like this, so he probably won't do anything wrong."

"Then you didn't see Brother Wen's look when he left the music classroom, did you?"

Ding Weisong was still afraid when he recalled it, so he gave Bao Shunsheng a tight bear hug.

If eyes could kill, Ding Weisong thought, he should be killed until his ashes were scattered.

"Why does the relationship between Brother Wen and my tablemate need us to be cannon fodder? We did something wrong."

It's too hard.

"Brother Song, I think you are the only one who has been the cannon fodder." Bao Shunsheng said suddenly.

Ding Weisong raised his head, blinked his eyes and nodded.

"That's right, it's always been me."

Ding Weisong came to his senses and patted Bao Shunsheng's round belly.

"Don't complain about you, Brother Song, hurry up, you go in first." Ding Weisong pointed to the door of the men's room, "To make up for my fragile heart, let's go."

Bao Shunsheng shook his head helplessly, stepped forward cautiously, and then cautiously opened the door of the men's room.

Then, Bao Shunsheng was so frightened that he yelled and withdrew his hand that pushed the door.

"Ah! Brother Wen is too scary, I dare not go in!"

Ding Weisong was so frightened that he wanted to run away, thinking whether to wait until the school celebration was over before coming back.

But after thinking about it, if the school celebration is over, he will probably die more brilliantly.

So Ding Weisong took a deep breath, and heroically pushed open the door of the men's room.

Ding Weisong saw Pu Ziwen tearing down the partition with his bare hands.

Ding Weisong felt in a daze that the partition was no different from his bones.

"Brother Wen, hehehehe," Ding Weisong smiled apologetically, "Why did you still remove the broken partition? Isn't that already broken?"

Pu Zi heard a cold voice: "Yeah, it's long overdue, why should I keep it?"

There was another loud sound of partitions being cut and broken, and Ding Weisong almost knelt on the spot.

"Brother Wen, tell me how you want me and Baobao to assist you. This time we will follow your command!"

Pu Ziwen mechanically turned his neck to look at him: "Even if you still have a conscience, you still know that I want to be with Zhu Bo, not you."

"You and Baobao are so cute, why are you walking around Zhu Bo so blindly?"

"Do you want me to give you a pair of floor-mounted oscillating fans?"

"Or just kick me out of the game, so as not to bother you."

"..."

Pu Ziwen spoke like a robot, Ding Weisong was about to explode.

"Brother Wen, calm down first, you have to believe that Baobao and I don't care about my tablemate."

"Really, Baobao?" Ding Weisong touched Bao Shunsheng's belly with his elbow.

"Yes, yes, we don't like Brother Bo, only you like Brother Wen." Bao Shunsheng said frankly.

Ding Weisong: "!"

Ding Weisong: "Baobao means that our preferences are different from yours, Brother Wen. We are classmates and friends. As for you, Brother Wen..."

Ding Weisong didn't continue talking.

Pu Ziwen threw away the partition that had been torn in half, his expression softened and he turned to look at Ding Weisong.

"What am I? What am I like to Zhu Bo?"

Ding Weisong scratched his head and laughed twice: "Brother Wen, you don't know what to ask. No one can tell that you are interested in my tablemate."

"Although I don't know why you guys were fighting against each other in the first year of high school, but the personality suddenly changed in the second year of high school."

Pu Ziwen squinted his eyes to explore the credibility of Ding Weisong's words.

"But what is certain now is that Brother Wen, your feelings for my tablemate are absolutely different from ours."

"There is no doubt about that."

After Ding Weisong finished speaking, Pu Ziwen's tangled heart seemed to loosen a lot, and the feeling of being in a mess for a long time seemed to have found an outlet.

"Is it really obvious?" Pu Ziwen asked.

Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng nodded together.

"Brother Wen, look, you can feel it even if you are a love rookie like Baobao, not to mention that I am a master in love, you must be Brother Wen, don't doubt your heart."

Pu Zi was distracted by the smell and secretly asked himself this question.

The answer is obvious.

He has feelings for his former rival in love.

He thought that he was always clinging to Zhu Bo, but he just didn't want this person to be his enemy to harm him.

It was indeed like this at the beginning, Pu Ziwen thought, after becoming friends with Zhu Bo, there will be no such nonsense about who will harm who in the future.

He gradually ignored the slowly changing self in this process.

In this way, there is a very normal reason for all this awkwardness.

Fuck, I really like it.

Ding Weisong looked a little frightened at the unpredictable expression on Pu Ziwen's face.

"Brother Wen, are you okay? What I said is true and I didn't lie to you."

Pu Zi came back to his senses after smelling it, raised his lips to reveal a comfortable and bright smile, and patted the shoulders of the two of them in relief.

Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng were really dumbfounded.

Pu Ziwen said, "I see, thank you."

"Master in love, what do you say next?"

When Ding Weisong saw that Pu Ziwen's condition had returned to normal, the fine hairs on his body fell down.

"It's simple, Brother Wen, it's fine if Baobao and I don't get involved with you two."

Pu Ziwen frowned and said, "You two just went to beg Zhu Bo to perform, but now you say no, do you think Zhu Bo is stupid?"

Zhu Bo is such a shrewd person, how could he not see it.

Ding Weisong looked at Pu Ziwen incredulously.

"Does it mean that the IQ of boys with a love brain will drop?"

"Brother Wen, I said I wouldn't get involved with the two of you, and I didn't say that Baobao and I would stop acting."

"We just need to create a chance for you and me to be alone at the same table."

"Brother Wen, just wait."

Ding Weisong is mysterious.

Early the next morning, the four of Zhu Bo came to the music classroom, and Zhu Bo was still trying to find the tune of the song.

Zhu Bo didn't like music lessons since he was a child, and art and literature were not suitable for him.

When Zhu Bo was reading the lyrics, he couldn't ignore a slightly fiery gaze.

The man watched his every move like a humanoid monitor.

Zhu Bo couldn't take it anymore and opened his mouth,

"Pu Ziwen, you've been staring at me since early in the morning, do you have a problem?"

Zhu Bo's tone was a little blunt, but to Pu Ziwen's ears, it was too cute.

Last night, the tricks he asked Ding Weisong, a master in love, were really good.

Ding Weisong said that after chasing someone, you must first change yourself. You must always pay gentle attention to the person you like, and show that you care unintentionally. It is best to let the other person discover it by themselves to be romantic.

This is called caring.

Pu Ziwen secretly applauded, it really worked, Zhu Bo found out now.

"You don't need to be shy, Brother Wen understands everything, so don't worry."

Zhu Bo: "..."

What is Pu Ziwen talking nonsense about?

Zhu Bo didn't bother to deal with this psychopath, so he took the lyrics and turned to Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng who had just finished eating the breakfast omelette.

"Practice?" Zhu Bo asked.

Ding Weisong nodded, and exchanged glances with Pu Ziwen while Zhu Bo was not paying attention.

I mean brother Wen, don't worry, I will definitely create a chance for you to be alone with me at the same table.

Pu Zi still trusts Ding Weisong when he hears this.

Very reliable.

"Then you come first at the same table. I think you listened to us yesterday, but you didn't sing yourself."

Zhu Bo responded in a low voice, and formally picked up the lyrics paper and sang.

But this song...

The corner of Ding Weisong's mouth was a little stiff: "At the same table, the reason why you kept quiet yesterday is because... because you sang out of tune..."

"I seem to know why you died and stopped singing on the day of the class meeting."

Zhu Bo's singing level is not as good as that of Wu Yibei who was transferred to his grandma's house.

If Zhu Bo sings like this, all the tricks Ding Weisong imagined at the beginning will be useless, and Ding Weisong is a little depressed.

Zhu Bo's face was also very ugly.

This is a particularly big shortcoming in his life, that is, he can't get the tune of singing. He tried to practice at home a few times last night, but he still couldn't do it.

Fortunately, music lessons are not very useful.

Now that the shortcomings are made public, Zhu Bo is somewhat unnatural.

Zhu Bo said: "Otherwise, I will change to another program and you will sing?"

Pu Ziwen's eyes lit up, and he winked at Ding Weisong.

Ding Weisong noticed the piano in the music classroom from the corner of his eye.

"Then, well then, Baobao and I will sing at the same table, or you and Brother Wen...play the piano together?"

Zhu Bo shook his head: "No, the piano can't be done quickly, we can't do it as amateurs, let's change it."

"That's right." Ding Weisong sighed, and thought of a way, "Then..."

Ding Weisong was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Zhu Bo, let's try together." Pu Ziwen said seriously.

Ding Weisong stared at Pu Ziwen with wide eyes.

Brother Wen, for his tablemate, he really worked hard!

The author has something to say: Xiao Pu: When Zhu Bo asked me the first sentence, I even thought about where to buy a new house in the future.

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