When the tool man gets the male lead script

Li Zhihao had no acquaintances at the police station, and he had never met the other friends of the gang.

Finding an insider to understand the situation is a problem.

He also thought of Li Sizhi with sinister intentions, and then thought again, that kid is busy with the college entrance examination every day, and after the college entrance examination, he is busy with an internship in the company, how can he get people in?

This incident became an unexplainable mystery in Li Zhihao's heart.

Li Zhihao went home with this foggy paste.

As soon as I opened the door, I found that there were many things in the house, including some delicious food and drink, and an unopened latest mobile phone.

Li Zhihao's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly had an intuition that these things had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Li Sizhi from the bedroom came out, as if he didn't expect him to come back at this point, with a surprised expression on his face.

"What's the matter with these things, someone came to give gifts?" Li Zhihao pointed to the pile of things and asked.

Li Sizhi turned his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "No, it was my parents who rewarded me to celebrate my good grades in the exam."

award?

Why reward?

Li Zhihao was puzzled for less than three seconds, thinking of the reason why he didn't have to go to the company today, he couldn't help but asked, "How many points did you get in the test?"

Li Sizhi didn't hold back, and said modestly: "Not much, 748 points."

Li Zhihao: ...

He felt his dignity being rubbed against the ground.

The total score of the college entrance examination is only 750, you are two points away from the full score, tell me it is not much?

Who the hell are you kidding?

Li Zhihao's face was distorted, and he vaguely remembered how he mocked Li Sizhi who planned to repeat his studies a year ago.

A year later, looking at the nearly full marks in the college entrance examination, Li Zhihao's face was so painful that he was about to cramp. What kind of person is this?

"You, did you hide your clumsiness on purpose for three years in high school, just waiting to repeat the exam to embarrass me?" Li Zhihao almost subconsciously said this conjecture.

Before the words fell, I heard Li Sizhi chuckle.

Contempt, disdain and contempt were mixed in that laughter.

Li Zhihao looked over in search of sound, and was looking at Shang Li Sizhi with a smile that was not a smile, he immediately knew that he was thinking too much.

"I think whether I am good or bad in the exam. I failed last year. I want to repeat it to prove that I have the ability to pass the exam."

If the smile just now was a metaphorical affirmation, then this explanation is a high-profile slap to wake up Li Zhihao and make him less self-indulgent.

"I didn't mean to compete with you. Scores are a tool for me to choose a better path for the future, that's all."

Li Sizhi silently added a sentence in his heart, just like if you are honest and not a monster, I am also a tool for you to sit back and enjoy the benefits.

No longer wanting to admit it, Li Sizhi also knew that he was Li Zhihao's tool to improve the status quo.

His identity can't be changed, he can change from passive to active, and let the hero lie down and win.

Li Zhihao felt distressed by this sentence, and the frustration was long overdue. He bowed his head: "Nonsense, you obviously want to be better and better than me, so that parents can hand over the company to you, and let me live forever in your life." Under the shadows, I will rely on your face to make a living in the future."

Li Sizhi did not deny that he did have such thoughts, but he did not let Li Zhihao say it bluntly: "Parents will not be so partial, and you and I are not willing to sit and eat, don't you want to get rich with your own hands?"

He is testing.

However, the person who is being tempted is like a salty fish that can't afford to struggle: "No, I don't want to, I just want to be a rich second generation with money to spend, thinking about how to spend money every day, how to be a playboy is enough, I I don't want to make money at all!"

Li Sizhi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and smiled abruptly for a while: "Then have you ever thought about who will pay for your ideas? Parents, or me in the future?"

Li Zhihao fell silent.

This was probably one of the few times when he faced Li Sizhi face to face without saying a word.

Li Sizhi knew that it wasn't that he couldn't answer, but that he had an answer in his heart, and it was difficult for him to say it directly in the face of the current him.

Somehow noticed that he was different from before, and could no longer be confident.

This is probably good news that makes Li Sizhi feel relieved. I hope Li Zhihao can think of more things from this.

Like what he just said.

Naturally, it is also a luxury.

Who knows if Li Zhihao will do the same thing to his face and his back?

"Han Tingting is looking for me, I'm leaving first." Li Zhihao turned on his phone, saw the summoning text message on it, didn't look Li Sizhi in the eyes, left these words and fled in despair.

Li Sizhi moved slowly to the window and looked down, and sure enough, he saw Han Tingting in a bright red dress leaning against the car, with sunglasses on his palm-sized face, turning his phone with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other, with a relaxed and lazy posture, Not knowing if she noticed Li Sizhi's gaze, she looked up.

Li Sizhi didn't dodge, and met her eyes directly.

Han Tingting, on the other hand, was stunned, threw down the cigarette in a hurry, stepped on it twice, stood up straight, raised her head like a well-behaved girl, smiled sweetly at him, and raised her hand to say hello.

Li Sizhi returned a polite and distant smile.

The next moment he saw Li Zhihao approaching Han Tingting obediently, gesticulating something uneasily.

Han Tingting didn't say anything, and ordered people to get in the car, made a goodbye gesture with Li Sizhi, got in the car and drove off.

Li Sizhi couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, probably wicked people have their own grind.

Li Zhihao will be in this situation, he has to blame himself.

He shook his head, put on a new mobile phone, contacted the head teacher, and went to choose the most suitable school.

A few days after the college entrance examination results came out, when Li Sizhi returned to work in the company, his colleagues would sigh when they saw him, saying that he might be the number one scholar in the city.

Li Sizhi declined with a smile, it doesn't matter if it's right or not, he just wants a ticket to a top university.

At that time, Li Zhihao listened silently, with complicated eyes, probably thinking that he had fantasized about being the No. [-] scholar in high school.

Li Sizhi himself didn't take it to heart, but unexpectedly, his colleagues were sharp-eyed, and he really became the number one scholar in the city.

For a while, the reporters who interviewed him seemed like a crucian carp in a river, and more often they rushed to the school to interview his head teacher, wanting to know how such an outstanding child came out.

The homeroom teacher's brow was covered with sweat from being photographed by the flashlight, what should I say.

Do you want to say that this kid's performance in high school was mediocre in three years, and he was in the middle and lower reaches of the college entrance examination last year, and he repeated his studies for a year and regained his peak?

But this is also an indisputable fact. The head teacher racked his brains to add something to Li Sizhi's experience, but his language was poor, so he could only ask the reporter to contact Li Sizhi himself for an exclusive interview.

The reporter friends also thought about it, but they couldn't catch Li Sizhi, this kid was too cunning.

It was not at all like the champions I had met before. Just when this group of people were at a loss, someone came to the door.

The elder brother of the champion of the city is willing to accept an interview and talk in detail about the "years of hard work" of the champion of the city.