A villain in love dressed as school grass

For Pu Ziwen to give him extra lessons, that would be tantamount to going into the mouth of a wolf, and Zhu Bo would only agree if he was crazy.

Unless he dislikes his longevity.

So Zhu Bo repeatedly expressed to Wang Luxian how unwilling he was on the car home.

"Mom, I really don't need him to give me extra lessons," Zhu Bo emphasized, "I really don't need it."

Wang Luxian's face became darker and darker.

"You're going to be a sophomore soon. Your grades are just when you need someone to tutor you. Xiaowen is very suitable. Otherwise, tell me, what do you need to keep up with the course?"

Zhu Bo: "Mom, I know, but I really don't need it."

After hearing this, Wang Luxian finally couldn't hold back and became angry.

"Xiao Bo, is it true what you told me and your dad that you want to study hard?"

"If you have always had this attitude, I think it's better to pick another tutor for you to come over and watch you study every day."

Zhu Mingwen also persuaded his son: "Xiao Bo, let's listen to your mother's arrangement. I think that child is very good. Try it first and get used to it."

"Be obedient, don't confront your mother anymore, she's not feeling well recently."

Parents are not in good health, so don't be angry with them. Such words are basically universal sentences.

Zhu Bo didn't say anything more, and looked at the fast-moving night scene outside the window with his arms propped up.

The light in the distance shone fragmentarily, and none of them fell into his eyes.

On the first day of the new semester, Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School, which had been silent for a long time, came alive again, and the gatekeeper, Uncle Wang, was walking closely with his little parrot.

The campus that has been silent for the whole summer vacation has accumulated a lot of dust everywhere, and the students who walk around will pick it up when they walk.

The heat of the sun didn't subside at all, and when it fell on the boys and girls, they were still shining and hot.

In the second grade building.

There are four classes on each floor of the building, from small numbers to big numbers, arranged from the first floor upwards.

The Xueba class on the first floor was collectively quiet, the second floor was a little restless, and the third floor was full of gongs and drums.

Senior Class 22 is at the end of the third floor, and it is the busiest.

"You've all seen the list, right? Our class is amazing this time, and there's a master here! Who will dare to look down on our tailed class in the future!"

The boy who spoke was Wu Yibei. He wore glasses and looked gentle, but he was a real gossip center.

Wu Yibei even came up with the name of the director of a gossip office himself, called "Haobei Gossip Office".

"I see, it's the one named Pu Ziwen, right? Isn't that a university bully? Why did he come to us? Could it be that he understands the people's sentiments?"

Ding Weisong fiddled with the new iPhone in his hand and said.

"If you want to understand people's sentiments, you're better, Brother Song," the chubby Bao Shunsheng muttered while holding a meat bun, "Brother Song, your family is so rich, why don't you study private nobles?"

"I'm not going, that place has no human taste, and people still like to pretend, it's better to be comfortable with you, how good it is to eat, drink and have fun."

Everyone laughed.

Zhu Bo rushed Ding Weisong to finish his sentence, passed by him, and after looking around, Zhu Bo finally chose the last row of seats by the window.

Zhu Bo put down his backpack, opened the window, let the wind blow away the dull air in the classroom, and then put on his earphones and sat down.

Zhu Bo remained silent and successfully distanced himself from the people around him.

"Eh? Wu Yibei, look what's going on with Zhu Bo, I remember him being quite legendary, why is he so quiet?"

"I don't know, maybe he changed his sex during the holiday." Wu Yibei said thinking about him.

"But I heard that he has a feud with the college bully who is going to come to our class, and they have been pinching each other for a semester. This time we have something to watch."

Ding Wei nodded vigorously, he loves watching theater the most.

The school bell rings.

Class [-] wasn't exactly silent, but it gradually quieted down because Director Yan Cao Si was patrolling the building and shouting.

They still want to live a few more days.

The [-]th class is basically complete, only two people are missing - the head teacher and Pu Ziwen.

The teacher's office of the language group of the second year of senior high school.

Pu Ziwen stood at the desk of a female teacher in her 40s.

The female teacher is Liu Pingju. She wears flat round glasses with metal rims and short hair.

"Pu Ziwen, I understand your past grades. Something happened in the placement test, right? I'll give you a chance. You can return to the outstanding student class. What do you think?"

Liu Pingju asked cautiously, she actually didn't want to give away the good seedlings.

Reluctantly, she was assigned to lead class [-]. There were not many serious children in that class, so she still had to ask Pu Ziwen for his opinion.

"Teacher, no need. I really like Class [-]. I would like to share weal and woe with Class [-]. Please rest assured."

Pu Zi smelled it and almost patted his chest to promise.

At that time, Liu Pingju seemed to have taken a reassurance, and smiled from ear to ear.

"Don't worry, child, the teacher will teach you well."

"Okay teacher, shall I go back to class first?"

"Go ahead and go."

Pu Ziwen gently closed the office door, and when he turned around, the smile that he had pretended to be a good student just now disappeared.

Instead, it was casual and natural, walking to the [-]th class downstairs with ease.

The moment Pu Ziwen walked to class [-] and pushed open the door, the class that had been whispering just now was instantly quiet.

Everyone was staring at this university bully who descended from the world like a fairy.

Pu Ziwen didn't think too much about it, he looked around and finally landed on Zhu Bo in the corner by the window.

Zhu Bo also saw him, and after seeing Pu Ziwen walking in his direction, he kept muttering in his heart not to.

Someone in the class group exchanged news immediately.

-did you see!Pu Ziwen wants to sit with Zhu Bo!

-I'm not blind, I saw it, it's too exciting, will the two of them have sex directly?

- let's make a bet, bet on a coke, i guess!

- I'll add a bottle of Sprite, I guess too!

With a smile on his face, Pu Ziwen walked around everyone's seats and walked to Zhu Bo's side. After putting down the backpack on his shoulders, he was about to pull out the chair and sit down when his hand suddenly lightened.

?

Pu Ziwen watched the back of the chair being dragged out of his hands, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhu Bo.

"Student Zhu Bo, are you going to let me stand and listen to the class?"

Zhu Bo kicked the chair back from its original position with his foot and took a big step back.

"Student Pu, it's not suitable for you to sit here, go to the front."

Zhu Bo took off his earphones and raised his chin slightly to indicate that there were still three or four empty seats in the first and second rows.

"I can't hear the teacher's lecture. I'm afraid it will affect Pu's serious listening in class, so that after class, you won't be delayed in consolidating your junior high school knowledge."

Consolidating junior high school knowledge... Pu Ziwen suddenly laughed with his back to everyone, but he didn't laugh out loud.

He's kind of vengeful, which is interesting.

Pu Ziwen pulled back the chair that Zhu Bo kicked away again and wanted to sit down again, but Zhu Bo stretched his legs and kicked the chair away.

After repeating it several times, everyone in the class held their breath and waited for the outbreak of war.

Pu Ziwen lost his patience, picked up the chair and placed it next to Zhu Bo.

"Don't kick, I will sit here, or you can go and sit elsewhere."

Zhu Bo took a glance, where else?Except for the few seats in the first two rows, there are no vacant seats.

Pu Ziwen is determined that he will not leave?What a coincidence, he is not afraid to sit in the front row when he is serious.

He didn't want to sit with everyone, but compared to sitting at the back with Pu Ziwen, he could still bear it.

"Let's go." Zhu Bo squinted at him, picked up his backpack and was about to stand up.

At this moment, Liu Pingju opened the door with a book in her high heels.

"What's the noise? You guys are the loudest on the third floor."

"Teacher, Pu Ziwen hasn't found a seat yet." The boy in the front row responded quickly.

"Pu Ziwen? What are you doing standing there? Come up to the front and sit in the first row."

Pu Ziwen turned around and wanted to evade, but when he thought about what he and Liu Pingju said in the office just now, he didn't insist anymore, and walked forward.

Zhu Bo sat back again.

Pu Ziwen, who was sitting in the front row, was looking forward to changing seats. Sitting in the first row was too stiff and uncomfortable, as if someone had tied a rope around his neck.

Liu Pingju seemed to have a tacit understanding with this top student, and she rearranged the seats of the whole class in the next class.

Liu Pingju, who was at the bottom like Zhu Bo, didn't care about him, and still threw him on the window seat, but instead transferred Ding Weisong to be his deskmate.

Ding Weisong looked at his deskmate who was as cold as a piece of ice, and became careful when speaking.

"Hi... I, Ding Weisong, let's take care of each other at the next table."

Zhu Bo glanced at him, and simply said "um", without saying a word.

Too cold to dock.

Ding Weisong had no choice but to shut up and play with the Doudizhu in his hand.

Pu Ziwen's side obviously had worse luck. At the beginning, Liu Pingju put her in the C position in the first row of the class, but Pu Ziwen strongly refused.

Pu Ziwen made up several excuses, such as poor eyesight and not being too close to the blackboard and screen, and sitting in the center will affect vision, so that people who can't learn badly wait for lies.

Liu Pingju doted on him, finally agreed to him, and put him in the third row from the left, with Bao Shunsheng at the same table.

Pu Ziwen turned his head and saw Zhu Bo sitting by the window.

Zhu Bo stared out the window, he was still listening to the song.

Pu Ziwen suddenly wanted to know what song he had been listening to.

……

On the first day of school, the teachers of each subject met with the classmates the day before, and made introductions to the classmates at the same table. After that, they basically made future study plans and previews.

The tight atmosphere without classes.

The teachers of all subjects also know that this is the twelfth class with the worst foundation, and no one is willing to listen to the class and study.

Pu Ziwen went back and forth to the campus supermarket twice, and in just one morning, he managed to buy the heart of the fat fellow at the same table, Bao Shunsheng, with three bags of crispy noodles and five sticks of ham sausage.

Bao Shunsheng and Ding Weisong have a good relationship.

Taking this opportunity, Pu Ziwen spent another noon to establish a good relationship with his tablemate and his buddy Ding Weisong.

The friendship between seventeen and eighteen-year-old boys is often very simple, without calculation and intrigue.

Ding Weisong loves to watch anime, and all kinds of new and old fans are vying to catch up. It just so happens that Pu Ziwen knows about it.

The topic suddenly opened, and Ding Weisong admired Pu Ziwen very much, and his favorability for him soared.

"I don't have any friends. I had a great time talking with you. I hope you can become my friends in the future."

Pu Zi heard what he said was full of affection, and before he almost cried, he raised his head and looked up at a 45-degree angle on the roof of the cafeteria.

Very handsome.

Ding Weisong was very moved immediately.

"In the future, Baobao and I will definitely hang out with Brother Wen. We are good brothers, right Baobao?"

"Mmmmmm!!" Bao Shunsheng didn't even eat meat.

"Good brothers." Pu Ziwen patted the shoulders of both of them, "Your words are enough."

After the lunch break, Zhu Bo found that Pu Ziwen would appear next to his seat intentionally or unconsciously.

Although he was not looking for him, he had to hear him talking at the same table.

It's all small talk.

Zhu Bo felt a little annoyed, and kept wearing earphones.

When the evening self-study was over and class was over, Pu Ziwen stood up again, and Zhu Bo ignored him.

It was Ding Weisong again.

As a result, when Zhu Bo picked up his bag and wanted to go around him, Pu Ziwen refused to give way.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Bo didn't want to waste his time talking with him, "If you have something to talk about, if you don't have anything to dodge."

"Of course there is something, have you forgotten that I want to give you extra lessons?" Pu Ziwen asked back.

"It just so happens that we're on our way home."

Zhu Bo looked at him like an idiot.

"When did I promise you to make up my lessons, and you pretended to be stupid?"

"Aunt Wang and Uncle Zhu, my parents are listening there, the witnesses are all there, do you still want to blame?"

The two hit it off, and the smell was quite strong.

Ding Weisong was stunned with a confused expression on his face. Brother Wen was sitting at the same table with him, why is it so awkward?

Pu Ziwen was not as good as he wished, Zhu Bo really didn't want to talk to him.

"Let me tell you clearly, no matter what, I don't need you to give me extra lessons. I don't need it and I won't agree to it. Do you understand, Classmate Pu?"

Zhu Bo met his gaze and said clearly.

Pu Ziwen was a little serious just now, but now it's gone, "Since you resist so much, let's forget it first."

"Go home early." Pu Zi greeted Ding Weisong and left.

On the contrary, Zhu Bo's heart beat a little.

Let's forget it first... let's forget what it is.

According to what he knew about Pu Ziwen, he wouldn't let it go.

Zhu Bo sighed.

This guy is really, so fucking wily and scheming.

The author has something to say: Xiao Pu: I still want to sit at the same table with my wife.

Xiaobo: Oh, just wait.

Looking forward to the little angels collecting comments, oh!