Bamboo horses can't always catch up

, How excited, how happy.

Lang Yi knows how much he loves Gu Tong, but he doesn't know how much Gu Tong loves him. He only knows that his little brother loves him. He loves him badly, but how much...he can't tell.

But Gu Tong had an account in his heart.

Inside, I remember my own little happiness, stroke by stroke, earnestly.

Every stroke is exhausted, and every stroke is unforgettable.

If Lang Yi is lucky enough to open the account of happiness, he will definitely find that there are countless selves in it.

Because every time the little brother remembers a moment, he will silently recite his name: "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi..."

Xiao Yi gave it to me, Xiao Yi gave it to me, Xiao Yi gave it to me...

All the happiness was given to me by Xiao Yi.

My luck begins with you.

Thanks to us who have known each other in the best years.

Thank God.

——END

The author has something to say: It's over!

It's a bit stuck, but it's more about sudden diarrhea at this time...

In fact, I wrote a lot of sensational words, but in the end I felt tasteless and deleted them all.

With so many words after tangling, this chapter actually summarizes a lot. For example, the delicate and upright little brother actually treats Lang Yi's love in his heart a little sickly, and is very extreme (cough cough), such as what Gu Tong thinks in Lang Yi's mind. The weight occupied (you need to say it!)... In short, I really want to express a lot in this chapter_(:з」∠)_

In Lang Yi's eyes, the little brother has to be carried on his back no matter when and where, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire _(:з」∠)_ in front of me, I will be moved and cry, feeling that I will probably be single for the rest of my life... Because it is impossible for the good men in my book to appear by my side! ! !Tianrui Xiaoyi marry me marry me! !

Summary time: This book still has many shortcomings, such as the beginning is too bland, such as the transition from 3D to holographic games is too fast, such as some characters are very one-sided, such as the convenience of the plot seems to be passing the running account, such as no ups and downs ...But no matter what, the painting style of this book has not changed much _(:з」∠)_ This should be considered an improvement...

In short, I hope it can bring happiness to some people~

There will be more CP episodes later, I need to sort out my thoughts a little bit, and I will probably write about Zhen Miao first... HHH because the CP that appeared earlier seems to be unable to fully integrate for a while.

Just sauce.

I've been waiting for a long time, good night~Ball bubbling~

☆、1、Little fans

Fang Miao met Zhen Jing because his father and Mayor Zhen were classmates and friends.

Fang Miao was eight years old when she saw Zhen Jing for the first time. At that time, Zhen Jing was holding a pen and sitting on the swimming pool in the yard, holding a drawing board and splashing ink on it.

Fang Miao went over to take a look, but didn't understand what it was at all, so she said disdainfully, "It's not as good as my drawing."

Zhen Jing has no talent for painting at all, but his mother insists on letting him be influenced by some kind of art, even art and music. down face.

He looked up at the little one who hadn't reached his chest in front of him, and knew that this was the son of a friend that his father often talked about who helped him a lot in high school.

Of course, the benefactor’s descendants can’t just fight. Zhen Jing was silent for a moment, put away the painting and said, “What do you know? This is an abstract painting style.”

Fang Miao widened her eyes in surprise.

Fang Miao's mother is a famous painter and has a lot of research on art, so Fang Miao has some understanding of this aspect, um...knows that the abstraction school is actually a very powerful school.

Immediately, his face changed, and he exaggeratedly said: "You are amazing!"

Zhen Jing evoked a cool smile, and said very thoughtfully: "Don't tell others about this."

"why?"

Once you said that the adults would definitely come to see my abstract paintings, wouldn’t it be obvious if you saw them?Zhen Jing rolled his eyes and said, "I just draw casually, and I don't like this thing anyway."

I don't like it, but I can still draw so well!Fang Miao felt that he was so humble and unpretentious, he didn't care about the adults' praise at all, and he was so assertive!He learns whatever his parents tell him to learn.

He nodded obediently, with a look of worship.

This is the first bowl of ecstasy soup that Fang Miao drank on the way to become a little fan.

Zhen Jing's academic performance is very good, and she is in the top three every time, regardless of Chinese or mathematics.

"Zhen Jing got the second place in the exam this time, and the second in age." After every quiz or final exam, Fang Miao would hear his mother say this on the table, and all he could do was to be surprised: "Wow, Zhen Jing is really amazing." ! Your academic performance is so good!"

And every time he took Fang Miao's test paper, Fang's father's face was weak: "When Zhen Jing was your age, he participated in the Olympiad competition! No. 1! Look at your... 56 points, You, you... hey!"

Fang Miao's little expression was still surprised: "Wow, Zhen Jing must be a math genius!"

Fang's parents and Fang's mother looked at his expression, feeling very depressed.

Let's talk about Fang Miao's child, he is not bad-looking, he is healthy and delicious, and even IQ is something that I don't know who inherited it from.Most of the people in the kindergarten got full marks in the test, but he was hovering between [-] and [-]. Whichever test he could get into [-] or above, Fang's parents and mothers couldn't wait to have a party right away!

What can I do... It's not that the child refuses to learn. He often stays up late to memorize books, formulas, and words, but he often forgets everything when he wakes up the next day after memorizing... He studies very seriously, but he just can't learn.

A sad face should be inserted here.

Zhen Jing starts junior high school and cannot go to the same school as Fang Miao.

Fang Miao was very sad when he heard about it, and said to his parents at the dinner table: "You may have to be mentally prepared."

"You want to pass the exam?" His father said, "It's okay. I'll add some fried dough sticks and eggs for you when I come back. Let's continue to work hard next year."

Fang Miao was furious, holding back her displeasure and said, "I want to tell you that I'm going to skip a grade."

"Skip a grade?" His mother said in shock: "You are going to the fourth grade at the beginning of school. Do you want to skip to the third grade? No, no, you have already passed the first grade, and it would be too embarrassing to squat again."

Fang Miao poked in the rice with chopsticks angrily, and said angrily, "Skip a grade! Do you understand skipping a grade?! I want to jump up, I want to go directly to the sixth grade."

His father added a chicken leg to him, and praised him: "I am ambitious, not bad."

His mother was embarrassed for two seconds, and gave him the chicken head: "It's good, get up early tomorrow, and go see your grandpa."

Fang Miao said seriously: "I guess I can't go with you."

"what?"

"I want to read by candlelight at night."

His dad smiled and patted him on the head encouragingly.

That night, Fang Miao turned on the lamp to read at night, and fell asleep on the table at eleven o'clock.

Father Fang who came to visit silently moved him from the table to the bed.

When Fang Miao woke up the next morning, the first thing he did was lift the quilt to read a book, and shook face at his mother who came to tell him to leave relatives: "I can't go anymore, if you stop me from studying, I will call the police Already!"

"Chengcheng, you learn what you learn." His mother frowned in worry, and turned to his father and said, "It's all your fault. I heard people say that a child lacks water in the five elements. Now it's over, it's too much."

"...Hush." ​​Father Fang pulled her towards her and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, let him hear."

The fact that Fang Miao fell into the study and could not extricate herself was known by Zhen Jing, who stepped on a skateboard and stepped on the door after a week of summer vacation.

Fang Miao saw his handsome and heroic figure passing by at the window, instantly turned on the status of fanboy, turned around and ran down: "Ah Jing!"

Zhen Jing wanted to laugh when he saw him, and walked up with his pockets in his pockets. He smiled and stretched out his hand to rub the little fan who was a head shorter than him: "I heard that you are going to jump to the sixth grade? Why are you working so hard?"

"I also want to go to junior high school." The little fan said, "I want to go to a key junior high school."

"Oh." Zhen Jing said without hope: "You go to the same school as me?"

Fang Miao nodded with a smile.

"Then, is there anything you don't know? I'll teach you."

Fang Miao's eyes lit up suddenly, and she dragged Zhen Jing into the room, and after settling the people down, she ran to fetch some tea, then sat down in front of the book, and said, "Sit first, I won't ask you. "

"to make."

The little fan was very motivated to study, Zhen Jing looked at it for a while, and felt bored, so he stood up and looked at the books on his small bookshelf.

Then he found that many of the books on it were fairy tales, Hans Christian Andersen, Zheng Yuanjie, Yang Hongying...etc. The books of various masters of fairy tales filled the entire bookcase, but there were only a few Chinese and foreign masterpieces.

Zhen Jing flipped through "How Steel Was Tempered" silently, and asked him, "Don't you like Lu Xun? Why don't you have him."

"I don't understand, so give it to my dad." Fang Miao said confidently: "My dad said he couldn't understand either!"

Having said that, he suddenly looked at Zhen Jing: "Can you understand?"

"...Mmm." Zhen Jing nodded deeply.

Sure enough, when he saw Fang Miao showing that expression of surprise and admiration again, he was instantly in a good mood.

Although he knew it well, Fang Miao's father probably said he didn't understand because he was afraid of hurting his son.

In a way, it was because they often talked about Zhen Jing's great deeds that slowly cultivated such a little fan like Fang Miao.

Zhen Jing soon discovered that Fang Miao's study was actually very difficult.

Although he never asked himself...

Sitting on the side for a long time, Zhen Jing found that every time he did a problem, he had to flip through the textbook, take a look at the formulas in it, and then draw it on the sketch pad, and then calculate bit by bit.

After sitting like this for a while, Zhen Jing couldn't bear it any longer: "...I've seen you read the formula for calculating the area of ​​a rectangle four times, and you haven't memorized it yet?"

"The teacher let me recite it." Fang Miao said with her small chest up, "But I can't recite it!"

Zhen Jing helped the table silently and swallowed a mouthful of old blood.

Can't recite... Don't you realize that you are a little different from normal people?

He felt that he seemed to understand why Fang Miao always failed in the exams. Whether it was Chinese or mathematics, his memory was limited, and of course it was impossible to get high scores.

It's really stupid.

Zhen Jing put such a huge label on him.

Then Zhen Jing hardly did anything on the side, but told him the formula when he was about to flip through the book, and Fang Miao could slowly calculate the answer by himself.

After finishing, he said pleasantly: "It's amazing! I made two papers today!"

Zhen Jing looked at the time and felt powerless to complain.

In order to help the little fan, Zhen Jing came over on the skateboard the next day. Every time he heard the skateboard pass by the cement road outside the house, Fang Miao would jump up and wave to him at the window.

Although the existence of Zhen Jing is just a formula...but it still saves Fang Miao a lot of time.

But soon Zhen Jing got bored and went to play basketball with her friends.

Fang Miao waited at home all day, but did not wait for Zhen Jing, so depressed that she skipped a bowl for dinner at night.

Fang's father felt his son's loneliness, and after asking about the situation, he reminded him: "You can write down the formula and write it down in the draft book."

"Oh yes!" Fang Miao patted his head and said, "Dad, you are so smart!"

Father Fang was speechless.

After eating, Fang Miao took a shower and went to bed. Fang's father came in to help him write down the formulas in the draft book, and then quietly walked out when he was done.

Fang's mother laughed outside: "I guess he has forgotten what he said to read at night."

"I hope he quickly forgets about skipping a grade."

The two looked at each other and sighed in unison.

Fang Miao woke up the next day and thanked her father for the formula written in the draft book.

Then sit down at the desk again and start studying.

Halfway through learning, he ran to the window to see Zhen Miao's figure, but naturally there was no one at all.

Fang Miao couldn't hold it back, and ran downstairs and took the landline at home to call the Zhen family. Mrs. Zhen answered the call. After hearing that it was Fang Miao, she immediately stopped her son who was ready to go out after dressing up, and said, "Don't Don't go, Miaomiao is looking for you."

"Why are you looking for me?" Zhen Jing frowned.

"If you are asked to answer the phone, you answer it, so much nonsense." Mrs. Zhen glared at him unhappily, so Zhen Jing had no choice but to come over and answer the little fan's phone.

Zhen Jing, who originally thought Fang Miao was annoying, suddenly felt relieved when he heard his voice, because the lightness and excitement in the tone made him feel happy too.

"what?"

"Didn't you say you were helping me with tutoring? Why didn't you come?"

"Yesterday..." Zhen Jing rolled his eyes and said, "Yesterday my brother had something to do, so I went out to help."

Well, if you can't find anyone to play, it's okay.

Fang Miao said worriedly: "Is it serious? Is everything all right?"

"Oh, it's okay." Zhen Jing scratched his head, looked at his mother, and said, "I'll be fine today, I'll go find you."

"Ok!"

After Fang Miao hung up the phone, there was another burst of worship in her heart.

Zhen Jing is so loyal!

The author has something to say: 233 has already prepared some secondary CPs, and even if you want to write about the main CP, you have to save it until the end_(:з」∠)_

By the way, don’t you get tired of watching them for so long_(:з」∠)_

Let me talk about the idea of ​​the story of Fang Miao and Zhen Jing, it won't be very long anyway...

Fang Miao suffers from a disease similar to Susak syndrome.

Susak syndrome is a rare medical condition with an unknown cause.There are only 240 known cases worldwide.The patient's brain has lesions, and the memory can only be maintained for a maximum of 24 hours.

The settings have been changed, do not directly refer to Baidu Encyclopedia~

Fang Miao is Zhen Jing's little fan, and Zhen Jing also feels that being admired is very fulfilling, so he studies harder, and then becomes a top student who is admired by the little fan.

The real emotion starts from the group fight with Gu Tong~

This small episode is still a sweet pet~ Zhen Jing and Fang Miao are CPs.

Zhen Miao's surname is not Zhen, but Fang, whose name is Fang Miao.Fang Miao lied to Gu Tong that her surname was Zhen when she met him.

☆、2、Little fans

@:2, little fan

During that summer vacation, Zhen Jing Fang Miao refused to make appointments several times. Every time he felt that it was annoying to accompany him to tutoring, he suddenly became lively when he heard his voice, so he willingly turned down the appointments of several friends.

Although Zhen Jing worked hard to help, although Fang Miao was also serious about studying, and although Fang Miao was able to answer many questions from the teacher fluently at the beginning of school, the good times did not last long. When the first monthly exam came, Fang Miao Miao still failed.

Fang Miao, who was eager to try to skip a grade, was completely devastated the moment she got the report card.

He held the report card with his mouth flattened, and after returning home and showing it to his parents, there was an indescribable atmosphere in the room.

His father said first: "It's okay, let's make persistent efforts next time."

Fang Miao wailed loudly: "I'm so stupid! Why am I so stupid! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Obviously I have been studying very hard, and I have devoted all my time to studying, but why do I get such a small score every time I take the exam?

Fang Miao felt ashamed to see her parents' expressions every time she came back from the exam. Those expressions seemed familiar, as if she had seen them countless times.

Fang's mother and Fang's father were busy coaxing him, Fang Miao didn't eat dinner, so she went to bed crying.

Fang's mother sat on the head of his bed, her eyes were red, and Fang's father patted her on the shoulder, almost crying.

Parents didn't eat anything for dinner and fell asleep together.

After sleeping all night, Fang Miao woke up feeling a sharp pain in his brain. He rubbed his eyes, his stomach screamed instantly, and sat up while rubbing his stomach. After being in a daze for a while, he got up and knocked on the door of his parents.

Father Fang woke up first, and heard him calling outside: "Dad, Mom..."

After calling twice, Fang Miao walked over to look for food by herself.

Father Fang opened the door and followed, and saw that he found a box of instant noodles in the kitchen. After looking at it for a while, he lifted the lid and rubbed his eyes to get hot water.

Mother Fang also came out of the room suddenly, pushed Father Fang, walked over quickly and said, "Cook it, it's delicious."

Fang Miao yawned and nodded.

After the cooked instant noodles were put into the bowl, he ate steadily, Hululu drank the soup together.

Fang's parents looked at each other, feeling that Fang Miao seemed to have forgotten what he failed in the exam.

Fang Miao hiccupped and went back to sleep after eating, and Fang's mother followed him. After watching him wipe his mouth and fall asleep obediently, she was finally completely relieved.

Fang Miao seemed to have completely forgotten about skipping a grade.

Since that day, Zhen Jing, who was in junior high school, had no chance to meet him. It was not until Zhen Jing's birthday celebration that Fang Miao was brought to Zhen's house by his parents, and they met again after such a long time.

Fang Miao sent the gift bought by her parents to Zhen Jing, and said loudly: "Congratulations, you are one year older!"

Almost all of the birthday parties were adults, there were hardly any children, and only Zhen Jing and Fang Miao were around the same age.

Under the guidance of his mother, Zhen Jing cut a piece of cake for Fang Miao and asked him, "How is it? Is there any hope of skipping a grade?"

These words were not whispered, Fang's mother's face froze immediately, Mrs. Zhen also stretched out her hand to hold Zhen Jing, and the two women looked at Fang Miao nervously.

It's a pity that the person involved didn't react at all, and was still holding a small fork to deliver the cake to his mouth, as if Zhen Jing wasn't talking to him at all.

Zhen Jing was puzzled, but his mother pinched him, so he couldn't say anything more immediately.

As for Fang Miao's situation, Zhen Jing only found out after being scolded by his mother that day.

Fang Miao suffers from a disease similar to Susack's disease, which is simply intermittent amnesia. The cause of this disease is unknown, and there is no cure.

All of a sudden, Zhen Jing began to feel that he was too bad for scolding him for being stupid!

But he soon discovered that Fang Miao was really not smart except for the amnesia...

Zhen Jing didn't know what to say, but he really thought Fang Xiaomiao was stupid...

Fang Miao eats and sleeps all day long, and she is still more motivated than anyone else in her studies, but her grades still have not improved.But he never mentioned the matter of skipping a grade. He just worked hard to keep up with the course, so that he would feel that he was very good if he didn't drop a grade.

After the elementary school graduation exam, Fang Miao ran to Zhen Jing's house excitedly, and happened to see Zhen Jing eating an apple and watching TV in the living room: "I will be promoted to junior high school soon! My dad said he could get me to your school! Great! In the future Let's go to school together!"

Obviously, he didn't think about what his father meant by saying this.

Zhen Jing really couldn't bear to hit him, but he couldn't help but tell him the truth: "I've been a freshman since the beginning of school."

In other words, even if you are promoted to the first grade of junior high school, unfortunately, I cannot go to school with you.

The big smile on Fang Miao's face gradually turned into doubts. He made the calculations blankly. When he was in the fourth grade, Zhenjing was the first grader in junior high school. ...high school freshman.

His face collapsed in an instant, whether he wanted to cry or not, Zhen Jing felt bitter while watching the apple: "Hey, hey, don't cry, Fang Xiaomiao, here, I'll give you an apple."

Zhen Jing pulled him over and took the biggest apple and handed it to him. Fang Xiaomiao took it, tears welling in her eyes, and said with tears in her eyes, "My name is not Fang Xiaomiao."

Zhen Jing said: "Why, I gave you a name, don't you like it?"

When Fang Xiaomiao heard it, her mournful face lit up, "Did you get it for me?"

Zhen Jing said lightly: "Yes."

Fang Xiaomiao gnawed the apple twice, was suddenly taken aback, then turned around and asked, "What did you call me just now?"

Since knowing that Fang Xiaomiao has such a strange disease, Zhen Jing has become more indifferent, and repeated it very considerately: "Fang Xiaomiao, do you like it?"

"I like it! I like it so much!" He gnawed on the apple again, and said with admiration: "The name you chose is better than my parents'. I'll let them change it for me when I go home."

Zhen Jing almost choked, "What, what, let me tell you, this... this name is a nickname, call it whatever you want, don't talk nonsense to your parents."

Fang Xiaomiao stopped nibbling on the apple immediately, and said disappointedly: "You can take whatever you want..."

Zhen Jing said helplessly: "I mean call it casually, you don't need to go to the household registration book, it's very careful to get it, ha."

Fang Xiaomiao was happy again, and said seriously: "Crab crab."

When it was over, he couldn't help but move his teeth on the apple.

Zhen Jing rubbed his head silently.

At the beginning of school, Fang Miao went to a key middle school. She left earlier than anyone else all day long, and she left later than anyone else. She studied harder than anyone else.

This time, the head teacher who taught Fang Miao happened to be Fang's mother's high school classmate. The two added WeChat to each other, and would talk about Fang Miao's situation from time to time. He also said: "My child is very serious in class and answers questions actively. Don't worry Well, I am optimistic about him, he must be in the top ten in the exam."

This teacher is famous for his good words, and he is very accurate in judging people.

However, after the test that month, he was directly slapped in the face, and Fang Miao was ranked No. 30 in the bottom seven.

He said to Fang's mother on WeChat: "I didn't say that... This kid is usually good at studying, and his homework is handed in on time. It doesn't make sense..."

Mother Fang didn't know what to say.

In the second month, the teacher rejoiced and said to Fang's mother: "The child is very serious in class and answers questions actively. Don't worry, I am optimistic about him this time. He will definitely be in the top ten in the exam."

OK, this time in the top ten, tenth from the bottom.

The teacher was very depressed, and he was no longer active in chatting with his old classmates. Fang's mother had to take the initiative to ask him to help take care of Fang Miao. It doesn't matter how the exam is, the main thing is to pay attention to his mental state.

The teacher immediately agreed: "Don't worry, the students in the class like him very much."

But everyone knows that Fang Miao studies harder than anyone else, and is worse than anyone else in the exam.

In the third month, Fang Miao's academic performance dropped to the bottom one. When eating, he shook his head and said to his parents: "The key students are as fierce as tigers!"

Usually, he can be ranked among the middle class by studying casually, but he did not expect to be the last one now.

In the second semester of the first year of junior high school, Fang Miao's clumsiness finally spread to the students' ears gradually. Everyone knew that Fang Miao worked very hard but failed every test. The girls secretly laughed, and the boys didn't want to follow her. He plays.

why?Those who play basketball think he is short, those who play football think he can't remember the rules, and those who play at the table think he can't speak, even if Fang Miao is willing to pay.

In the autumn of the second year of junior high school, two students sat together in a physical education class. A good friend was concerned about another good friend’s study situation. When they talked about the decline in grades, someone interrupted on the spot: "What are you afraid of? Anyway Fang Miao is at the bottom."

Many people sitting there burst into laughter.

Fang Miao sat in the middle in a daze, watching the eyes of the students looking at him one after another, feeling at a loss for a moment.

"God is really unfair. Some people work so hard but always hang at the bottom, while others can easily take the first place."

"You mean little brother?"

"That's right, our superiors are amazing, and this time we are number one in the monthly exam."

"I adore him!"

"Ah, I really like geniuses!"

"Lang Yi is also very good! He's handsome, and they were young. As expected, only geniuses and geniuses can be friends."

……

The girls talked about their idols, and looked at Fang Miao with a smirk from time to time. Although there was not much malice in the eyes, Fang Miao felt so sad that she was dying for a moment.

He stood up silently and left the playground quickly.

...Only geniuses and geniuses can be friends.

These words were like a needle stuck in his heart, and the needle would move an inch when he took a little breath, which caused him excruciating pain.

He wept uncomfortably as he walked, his eyes blurred from crying.

Suddenly someone touched him lightly, and a gentle voice came: "That, here, here you are."

Fang Miao raised his head while sucking his nose. His eyes were blurred with tears and he couldn't see who was in front of him. He took the tissue handed over by the other party, blew his nose, and whispered, "Thank you."

"No, it's okay." The man didn't seem to be used to facing crying people. He turned around and was about to leave when Fang Miao suddenly reached out and grabbed him, crying, "You, do you know who the little brother is?"

"Huh?" Gu Tong didn't expect that he would be asked at all, and then he thought that he probably wasn't talking about himself, so he asked softly, "Which little brother is it?"

"That..." Fang Miao forgot how those girls described it for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he cried again: "I, I forgot."

Gu Tong carefully patted his head, handed all the tissues that Lang Yi handed him to Fang Miao from his pocket, and said, "If you forget it, forget it, it's useless to remember unhappy things. "

Fang Miao took the tissue, blew her nose ferociously, wiped away her tears and said, "Thank you."

He saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, and thought silently, this person is really nice, he must be written down.

However, after returning to the classroom, the shadow of the person just now was completely gone in his mind...

Who did I just bump into?What did he give me?What did you say to me?What does it look like...

Just, just a nice guy.

Fang Miao silently took out her diary and wrote down the words "Meet a good man."

But the story about Fang Miao quickly spread in the class. The second graders seemed to know about it, and the third graders were preparing for the senior high school entrance examination, so they were not in the mood to meddle in so many nosy things.

Seeing him, Fang Miao came home crying again, only to find that his idol was cracking melon seeds in his living room, so he rushed over immediately, crying so hard that he was in a daze.

Zhen Jing was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

"Meow, what's the matter?" Zhen Jing asked cautiously, maintaining the posture of being thrown down.

Fang Miao cried and said, "Someone said I was stupid."

Zhen Jing wanted to say that he was right, but he said, "Who? Go, take me to beat him up!"

Fang Miao jumped up suddenly and dragged him out.

Fang's parents called them from behind, so Zhen Jing had no choice but to wave his hands boldly: "It's okay, I can handle it well."

Fang Miao dragged him to the school's basketball court. The boys hadn't left yet. Seeing Fang Miao dragging a man in a high school uniform over, there was another burst of laughter.

Fang Miao dragged Zhen Jing over. Zhen Jing was 1 unwilling, but had to keep calm on the face.I thought to myself that this fight must be fought, otherwise the little fan may be disappointed, so I just had to call my brother bravely, and after reporting the address, the other party asked what was going on: "Someone bullied my brother, there are too many people , hurry up."

He walked over in his high school uniform, and those people immediately threw the ball and walked over casually. One of them put his pocket in his pocket and asked Fang Miao, "What's the matter, you idiot, did you find a helper to tell the truth? Huh?"

"You, your quality is low, I won't quarrel with you." Fang Miao hid behind Zhen Jing and said, "Brother! Beat them up!"

...Can't you wait for my brother to come before starting the war?

Zhen Jing had a very headache, but Fang Xiaomiao said so, and waved his small fists behind him to cheer him on, so he had to coolly start to take off his school uniform, the main purpose of which was to delay time.

The other party seemed to be used to fighting fiercely. Seeing him like this, he also opened his posture. The first one raised his eyebrows and said: "Senior, are you sure you want to pick us alone?"

Zhen Jing sighed in his heart, he couldn't do without picking, of course, some choices are best to be singled out.

But the words could not be said.Zhen Jing threw the school uniform to the little fan, stretched out his hand and hooked his index finger, "You can wear it together, so as not to waste time."

There are few boys of this age who can be rational. After hearing this, the other party was suddenly upset and rushed over first.

"Wait, wait." Zhen Jing said suddenly, the other party slammed on the brakes and snorted coldly, "Are you scared?"

"Let's be clear first, you can't beat my younger brother, I'll pick you..." He swiped his hand and pulled the corner of his mouth, so handsome that he has no friends: "...Five. OK?"

The other party gritted his teeth and said, "O! K!"

Zhen Jing bent down first, and punched the opponent's calf bone, and fell down first.

He has a good way of beating people, he only hits the vital points, he doesn't mess around at all, he is very calm in front of the little fans, and it is very natural to pretend to be aggressive.

The little fan stared dumbfounded.

When his group of friends rushed over, they happened to see Zhen Jing grinning and walking out of the playground with his little fan in his arms.

In the end, two fists can't beat four hands, Zhen Jing's face is also full of color, but in the eyes of the little fan, he is still shining, but when he saw his group of friends coming over, he was a little confused: "...you, so unconfident ah?"

Zhen Jing said coldly: "What does it mean to be unconfident? I am planning ahead. Does anyone know that there are heaven and earth outside the sky? If there are masters inside, wouldn't we be out of luck?"

After successfully pretending to be coercive with force, Zhen Jing once again pretended to be coercive with IQ. The little fan was so fascinated that he almost regarded him as the God of Apollo.

The friends who came had strange expressions.

After showing his face in front of the little fan, his brothers all know that he has such a younger brother. Fang Miao's attitude is very friendly. Say how cute he is!

Zhen Jing calmly rescued the little fan who was pinching happily with his face up, and frowned, "Don't touch him."

"It's okay." Fang Xiaomiao said: "Your friends are my friends, I like them very much!"

Zhen Jing: "..."

People around laughed.

Zhen Jing was riding a motorcycle to take the little fan back home. On the way, the little guy hugged his waist tightly and was about to fly happily.

Zhen Jing parked the car in front of his house, and the little fan got out of the car with bright eyes.

Zhen Jing patted his head and said, "Do you remember what those people looked like just now?"

The little boy looked confused.

Zhen Jing thought it was funny: "Didn't you say that my friend is your friend? Even my own friend can't remember what he looks like?"

Fang Miao felt sorry for him and had nothing to say.

Zhen Jing pointed to the gate of their house and asked, "Do you remember where this is?"

The little fan had a strange expression: "Of course it's my home."

"Fine, let's go in."

The two looked at each other, Fang Miao burst out laughing, Zhen Jing couldn't help but rubbed his head gently: "Go."

Fang Miao waved her paw at him, grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and hopped back home.

When Fang Miao was preparing to go to high school, Fang Miao didn't insist on focusing on the key points anymore. Anyway, it's the same everywhere.

After the high school entrance examination, Fang Miao played holographic games at home with Zhen Jing. Zhen Jing was very awesome in it. He was the mysterious leader of the swordsman hall of the big gang. Inside, they circled around him and said, "I want to go to the forum to brag, is it okay?"

Zhen Jing wore the equipment in the game, and smiled very nicely: "Success, be careful of being scolded."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I know it's true!"

Zhen Jing laughed, he thought Fang Xiaomiao was going to say: I don't care, I don't care, I'm the little princess!

He couldn't hold back and gave Fang Xiaomiao a hug.

Fang Xiaomiao was dumbfounded, then looked up at him stupidly: "What are you doing?"

Zhen Jing was also taken aback, let go of him, coughed and said, "No reason, just hug me casually, why? Elder brother can't hug younger brother?"

"Yes, yes!" Fang Xiaomiao opened her hands as if to hug: "I like you to hug me! Hug me hard!"

Zhen Jing didn't hug him again, he looked at his hands, feeling a little indescribable in his heart.

Not long after Zhen Jing graduated, he got into a group fight with someone in front of the school's supermarket, and the incident even reached the police station.

Fang Miao immediately ran towards his house on the Mars rover after learning about it, and looked into the room. Zhen Jing was lying naked on the bed, grinning, with a thin quilt around his waist: "Damn, that kid really