canary dressed as a disabled villain

Having spent the night with He Zhuo peacefully, after they had lunch together at noon on Sunday, Zhuang Jianning took a taxi back to school.

I bought two test papers from the bookstore in front of the school, which took some time. When I got to the classroom, almost all the students were there.

Most people, including Zhang Hao, were holding their mobile phones to watch the freshly released real-time hot posts on the campus forum.

【burst!Zhuang Jianning, Class 16, Senior Three, vowed that if the total score of the next monthly exam does not enter the top [-] of the school, he will formally apologize to our school grass Jingchen for the stupid things he did before in front of the teachers and students at the flag-raising ceremony!There are witnesses on both sides, and they will not act if they are shameless. 】

[First floor: The flag-raising platform is dirty even when Bitch Zhuang stands on it!Bitch Zhuang is beautiful alone, which is the greatest kindness to my male god! 】

[Second floor: Blindly guess that the host is Zhuang bitch himself, isn't sensationalism his best?Zhuang bitch, these three words are not worthy of appearing with my male god! 】

[Third floor: I'm from the experimental class B. Thinking of all the incidents where Bitch Zhuang came to our class to cheat and pester my male god Jing Chen, I can't wait for Bitch Zhuang to soar up. 】

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[Eighteenth floor: top fifty?The lazy son of the old farmer at the head of the village was helped out of poverty and became the richest man in the imperial capital?The keys are three yuan a piece, how many does he get? 】

[Floor 9: Didn't you read the scores of professional courses in the art test?Zhuang Jianning scored 9 points!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 】

[Floor [-]: Jealous Jingchen was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts by virtue of his professional courses?Find a sense of presence from cultural classes?Has he used all his brains to chase men? 】

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[Floor 78: Why didn't the country use Zhuang bitch's face to study bulletproof vests? 】

[Floor 78: I am the group secretary of Experimental Class B. If Zhuang Jianning enters the top [-], I will live broadcast and eat shit. 】

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[370 Ninth Floor: Apologizing in public at the flag-raising ceremony?I don't even bother to watch him perform public suicide. 】

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Zhang Hao blushed angrily, his neck was thick, his chest was heaving violently and he was panting heavily, he finally made it to the end of the post, and was about to yell at those blind people upstairs for [-] rounds.

Once refreshed, the post is gone!

A wave of wimpy air was just suffocated in his lungs, unable to get out or go down, he felt that his boiling blood was about to break through his blood vessels, and he would explode in the next second!

The others gathered together in twos and threes, staring at their mobile phones and whispering to each other. When they saw Zhuang Jianning entering the classroom, they shut their mouths and looked up at him with complicated eyes.

Zhuang Jianning felt terrified at the sight.

When passing by Zhang Hao's seat, Zhang Hao stood up suddenly, his eyes were red, his hair stood on end, as if he was going to fight someone when he rushed out.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Jianning stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

When Zhang Hao saw Zhuang Jianning, he was so frightened that he sat back on the bench, licked his lips guiltyly, and dodged his eyes: "I, that, I... I'm fine."

Zhuang Jianning was amused by the poor-mouthed little prince who was always on the go. He patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder, walked to his seat, took out the Chinese test paper and started writing.

Seeing Zhuang Jianning walking away from the corner of the eye, Zhang Hao was so annoyed that he would die, if it wasn't for his outrageous words, how could Zhuang Jianning fall into such a desperate situation.

At the beginning, Zhuang Jianning blocked the knife for him, but it was really bad luck for eight hundred lives.

After kicking the corner of the table twice, he twisted a ball of paper and threw it on Yuan Ze's table next to him.

Yuan Ze turned his head and asked with his mouth: "Crazy, what's wrong?"

Zhang Hao didn't dare to turn his head back, and directly pointed backward with the tip of his pen: "Help me."

Yuan Ze shrugged, with an expression of helplessness, and lowered his head to continue writing the test paper.

Seeing the Lord came, the students moved to the class group one after another.

It's just that this time, it is different from the usual cynicism and venting subjective emotions, and is more inclined to discuss objectively.

[The post is too ugly!But is there no one in our class who has entered the top [-] in the school? ]

[Maybe not.But Zhuang Jianning seems to have really changed himself recently, he doesn't skip class or sleep anymore, and spends lunch in the classroom eating bread and brushing up questions. ]

[This is like saying that the top three in our class are playing with each other all day. Didn't they also make it to the top [-]? [Top the pot and escape]]

[But Zhuang Jianning can get full marks in English!Mathematics, physics and chemistry, if he tries harder, maybe he can succeed? ]

[Upstairs, don't just talk with your mouth!Your dad sent three people to watch you not to skip class at the school gate this month. If you are so aggressive, why don't you try your best to get into the top [-] in the school and show your dad. ]

[My day, u1s1, aren't we talking about Zhuang Jianning!He can still calm down and write the test paper now, why do I feel so sad? ]

[In the next monthly exam, if Zhuang Jianning doesn't get into the top [-], will he really apologize to those bastards at the flag-raising ceremony in public?I see through!What is the difference between this and the ancestral grave being dug by the enemy. ]

[No, the blind sniper Zhuang Jianning will directly fold the flag in front of the principal. ]

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Zhang Hao checked the chat records of the class group, most of the people didn't have confidence that Zhuang Jianning could get into the top [-], and he didn't want to mix it up.

Throwing away the phone and laying on the table to shut himself up, he kept asking himself, did he get kicked out of his head by a donkey?

After a while, thinking of the motto "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on your father instead of relying on the sky and the earth", Zhang Hao picked up the milk tea on the table, and walked to Zhuang Jianning's desk in fear.

She looked like a little daughter-in-law with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, and shouted softly: "Brother Jian Ning, are you thirsty?"

The composition thoughts were interrupted, Zhuang Jianning took the opportunity to glance at the phone that had been on for a long time, it was a WeChat message from Yuan Ze.

[Brother will accompany you in the top [-] in the exam, and accompany you on stage if you lose. ]

He understood, betting that everyone who was stabbed probably knew about it.

There are still three weeks left before the next monthly exam. If you work hard, you should still be sure.

But it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience to see Zhang Hao, the little prince, deflated.

After writing the last few words, he turned his head, didn't pick up the milk tea, and asked curiously, teasingly: "Zhang Hao, how many students are you in the whole school in the monthly exam?"

Zhang Hao's smiling face instantly collapsed, and he thought about it seriously: "One, more than 100!"

Zhuang Jianning took a blank piece of paper, wrote and drew without looking at him: "Then do you think I can enter the top [-] in the exam?"

Zhang Hao looked at Zhuang Jianning's tense profile, and recalled the class discussion just now, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to his knees.

After a long while, his playboy style was fully exposed: "Brother Jian Ning, I'm sorry for you, how about I compensate you for your C debut? I'll ask my dad to replace the male lead in his company's new play, fairy Hero in ancient costume, be sure to be popular, after you finish the college entrance examination and play the leading role, do you think it will work?"

Zhuang Jianning was laughed at by him, and cooperated with him in a serious manner: "Shall I temporarily buy a copy of "Actor's Self-cultivation"?"

"Oh, you don't need to watch that thing." Zhang Hao immediately regained his energy when he heard the drama, "It's popular now to have a paralyzed face. You look like this, and you can doze off with a sword. Fans can watch eighty episodes. If you become an actor , definitely hotter than that Cheng Yan."

He spoke more and more vigorously, "Hey, by the way, did you know that Cheng Yan's fans broke out and collectively boycotted his vicious manager and assistant. There is nothing he can do in his studio. A replacement notice has already been issued at noon."

Zhuang Jianning couldn't bear the disturbance, and covered his face with the drawn paper: "The teacher is here, come back quickly."

Zhang Hao put the milk tea on Zhuang Jianning's desk, caught the paper on his face, and was about to throw it into the trash can. When he saw what was painted on it, he didn't care whether the teacher came or not, and exclaimed: "Oh, I'll go! When did I become so cowardly?"

When the students next to me heard the words, one or two stretched their goose necks to watch the excitement. When they saw the pictures on the paper clearly, everyone burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahahaha! The deflated Haohao jumped out of the paper."

"Amazing! This is so similar!"

"Zhuang Jianning is a great painter!"

Yuan Ze, who never liked to join in the fun, didn't hold back and ran over, and was directly dragged by the paper.

It was Zhang Hao who was sketching with a pencil, his eyelids were drooping and he was weak, his mouth could hang a two-jin oil pot, and even the hair was full of aggrieved energy.

With a few strokes, not only Zhang Hao's facial features are vividly drawn, but also his small expressions are vivid.

Zhang Hao was embarrassed to reach out to grab it, and the classmate next to him directly picked up his mobile phone and took a picture.

He simply let them take pictures of the broken jars, turned his head to look at Zhuang Jianning, and found that he was also smiling at him with his classmates.

It was a smile that never appeared on Zhuang Jianning's face before, kind, confident, calm, like a little sun.

It was as if nothing could trouble him.

Zhuang Jianning, who was calm about things like this and even wanted to make him happy, calmed down his restless heart instantly.

With such a person, no matter what happens and what you are about to face, you will feel at ease.

He belatedly replied to Zhuang Jianning's question just now: "Brother Jianning, I believe it! I will study with you!"

Emotions are contagious.

"Let's not talk about learning, first give the painting money!" A classmate next to him laughed and booed.

Some female classmates even asked: "Zhuang Jianning, can I ask you for a picture?"

This was the first time Zhuang Jianning faced such a relaxed and happy group after coming to this world.

He nodded, with a smile in his eyes, but pretended to be embarrassed: "Next month, you know, I guess I will be a little busy this month."

The girl next to her burst into laughter, and looked up at Zhuang Jianning again.

He stood under the window sill, and the warm afternoon sun enveloped his whole body. The lush green plants and flowers on the window sill were not as bright and energetic as him.

Brown hair hangs between his delicate eyebrows and eyes, his small fair face glows with a honey-colored luster, his skin is as clear as his eyes, free of any blemishes and impurities, and charmingly dazzling.

The girl felt her heartstrings were gently plucked by something.

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The dinner was delicate and sumptuous, He Zhuo sat at the dining table, but couldn't whet his appetite at all.

According to Xiao Zhang, Zhuang Jianning is extremely popular in the food court.

Still need to know more about pets.

Touching his stomach, he picked up his phone and pondered for a while, and downloaded the live broadcast app of his company for the first time.

When Zhuang Jianning was broadcasting live in the kitchen last night, he was watching TV in the living room.

Watching the news while listening to the little pet chattering into the phone in the kitchen.

Four or ten minutes later, Zhuang Jianning brought out two freshly baked white flour steamed buns, filled with various high-grade ingredients such as shrimp and ham.

Lying beside his legs, she smiled at him obediently and sweetly: "Mr. He, it smells so good! Try my handicraft quickly, if you like it, I will make it for you every day."

He turned off the TV, frowned and pushed him away: "Go and play by yourself, I've eaten."

Zhuang Jianning was not annoyed when he heard the words, and got up quickly, and politely said "good night" to him.

After downloading the app, he clicked on the recording, and frowned after watching it for a while.

In the barrage, there is a piece called Husband.

There are also such things as "Husband, don't eat white flour steamed buns, eat me quickly, I have not only big white steamed buns but also self-produced milk", "Husband, do you have sausage in it? I love big sausages most".

Zhuang Jianning is only eighteen, a child has no self-control at all, so seeing this unhealthy barrage is okay?

No wonder he had such a rippling smile when he delivered the meal last night!

He Zhuo went upstairs with a gloomy face, and directly called Xiao Zhang.

In the evening, Xiao Zhang urgently contacted the vice president of the live broadcast company to discuss the barrage rectification plan.

He Zhuo turned off the barrage and continued to watch the live broadcast.

I didn't notice it before, the little pet's hands are so beautiful, like light white, no wonder so many fans are crazy.

After watching the live broadcast, it was only after seven o'clock, and the little pets usually arrived home at nine forty.

He entered the production process of the ordinary big white steamed bun into the computer step by step, and then printed it out.

Go downstairs, hand over the menu making process to Aunt Song, and order: "Make one according to this."

Aunt Song looked at the untouched food on the table, and didn't dare to speak, so she turned and went into the kitchen to prepare.

He Zhuo drove the wheelchair to the balcony on the first floor, and took pots of tap water to water the flowers.

Four or ten minutes later, Aunt Song brought out steamed buns and removed the untouched meals.

He Zhuo put down the kettle and sat in front of the dining table. It was very fragrant, but the appearance was a little different from that of a small pet.

He took off his watch, rolled up his cuffs, and just picked up the bun when he heard a "beep".

It was the sound of fingerprint unlocking the door.

Zhuang Jianning opened the door, kicked off the white sneakers, stood at the entrance and met the slightly surprised He Zhuo.

His gaze moved down slowly, and landed on the white-faced steamed bun lifted by He Zhuo's hands.

Hey, the arrogant Mr. He refused to eat yesterday with a cold face, but today he secretly ate at home, but he caught him straight.

Miserable is still my own misery. When I make mistakes, I have to save myself, and when the perverted boss is embarrassed, I have to save myself.

Before she could think of words, Aunt Song came out of the kitchen and saw Zhuang Jianning calling him kindly.

"Jian Ning, come in quickly, Mr. He's new menu, I made two, and left one for you."

Aunt Song cooks such delicious food, and she is so enthusiastic, she is kind to him, besides, she knows He Zhuo's likes and temperaments very well, and He Zhuo doesn't like strangers at home.

It is not good for everyone to fire Aunt Song.

In summary, Zhuang Jianning started his performance.

He Zhuo's complexion darkened from the corner of his eye.Zhuang Jianning looked at Aunt Song blankly, pretended to take off the non-existent headphones, and replied loudly: "Aunt Song, what are you talking about, I listen to English."

As he said that, he walked towards the guest bathroom, "Mr. He, I've eaten, let's take a shower first."

He did take a shower, but he forgot his pajamas, wrapped himself in a shift skirt, and left the bathroom door ajar.

Looking out, He Zhuo was still sitting at the dining table, with only a glass of milk left in front of him, and he didn't know whether he had eaten the white flour steamed buns or felt ashamed and removed them.

There was no sign of Aunt Song, and there was no movement in the kitchen, so she must have left.

He walked out lightly with bare feet, trying his best to go to the living room to get his pajamas without disturbing He Zhuo.

"Why did you come back so early?"

There was no emotion in He Zhuo's voice.

Zhuang Jianning smiled and turned her head: "Today's English test, I'm about to hand in the paper ahead of schedule."

He Zhuo nodded, looking at his naked upper body and calves.

Decided to set a few more rules for the little pet: "Come here, let's talk."

Zhuang Jianning turned around obediently, and walked towards He Zhuo.

He Zhuo suddenly saw the large area of ​​white snow on his chest, and the red plums on the white snow in winter.Thinking of the unsightly speech on the barrage, he waved his hand: "Forget it, let's get dressed."