The heartthrob cannon fodder just wants to take the first place in the exam

Jiang Yu propped his cheeks and raised his eyebrows: "No."

The literary and art committee was taken aback: "Why?"

Tao Huayan cast a sideways glance at Bai Zi, and Jiang Yu yawned: "Because I have something to do, so I can't participate."

"What's your reasoning? Then the other three students can also participate, it doesn't affect or affect."

The literary and art committee members couldn't laugh or cry, they looked at Bai Ziwei with hope, and being stared at by the bright eyes of the little girl, Bai Ziwei couldn't say no to it.

...It's too terrible, why did you come to ask for his opinion?

According to the urgency of the original book, the art committee's goal must be the three high-quality protagonists, and he just made up for it.

Bai Ziwei gritted his teeth and said, "I, I can do it, but for others..."

He thought about it carefully, Jiang Yu went to participate in the special training of the crew, but he didn't have time to participate.

Xiao Ye learned to be crazy, even if he only slept for four or five hours a day, he definitely didn't want to waste time.

Zong Huai just had an accident, and his condition is still unstable, so he won't even come to school.

Bai Ziwei clasped his hands together in his heart - he was betting that if he was the only one participating, the show would definitely be blown.

"Okay, I'll ask for leave during the performance." Jiang Yu said lazily.

Xiao Ye said lightly "Yes".

The literary and art committee members cheered: "Great! Let's go to the Guofeng Club in two days to see if there are any good-looking clothes to borrow!"

After she finished speaking, she left happily.

Bai Ziwei: "..."

Can it be rewinded?He doesn't gamble.

When the bell was ringing for morning reading, Bai Ziwei's homework was almost the same, so he took Zong Huai's seat and asked others to pass it on to the class representative.

As soon as he stretched out his body to poke the classmate on the other side of the aisle, the homework in his hand was gently pulled away, covering it with a shadow.

Bai Zi raised his head slightly, his pupils trembled suddenly——

Zong Huai actually came!

Zong Huai took over his homework in silence, and quietly looked at Bai Ziwei with his eyes closed. It took a while for Bai Ziwei to recover from the shock, and quickly hid in his seat.

Subconsciously lowered his head to endorse the book, trying to relieve his tension.

After Zong Huai handed in his homework for him, he quietly sat back in his seat without saying a word or moving.

The two of them seemed afraid to look at each other, the silence was pervasive, Bai Ziwei became more and more awkward, and took the initiative to break the silence.

"Your body..."

"Nowadays……"

The two voices sounded at the same time.

Bai Ziwei immediately pursed his lips and shut his mouth, his scalp went numb with embarrassment, and he was embarrassed to say anything more.

But he heard Zong Huai chuckle helplessly.

Glancing blankly at Zong Huai, the smile on his mouth only had a shallow arc, and he soon returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

Zong Huai actually laughed too?

In Xiao Zongze's description, Zong Huai is a person who is used to closing his heart, no matter what he thinks in his heart, he will never express it on his face.

In other words, a dead face dominates the world.

But if it wasn't for that elevator incident, Bai Ziwei would never have imagined that this big iceberg would have such a fragile side.

...and, poor thing.

Bai Ziwei actually wanted to help him, but Zong Huai was one of the most important characters in the original novel, if he changed the plot casually...would the consequences be terrible?

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaocannon fodder flinched again.

"I'm sorry about going to the dance room before, I asked Ozawa to force you to go." Zong Huai said lightly.

Bai Zi was taken aback for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Forced him to go?

Xiao Zongze raised the topic at the beginning, and then burst into tears later, did they do it on purpose under Zong Huai's behest?

why?

Bai Zi almost asked aloud.

From this point of view, it looks like... Zong Huai is deliberately trying to get close.

Is it really like Xiao Zongze's nonsense - Zong Huai doesn't actually hate him?But Zong Huai's previous disgust was too real.

Bai Ziwei was full of doubts, his head was a mess, and he wanted to hear what Zong Huai had to say.

Another unbearable silence lasted for several minutes.

Zong Huai's Adam's apple slipped, and he seemed to be trying hard to speak, but finally he could only utter one sentence in a low voice.

"...I'm not very good at talking, sorry."

Among the noisy endorsements around him, Zong Huai's deep voice was not clear.

His head was half down, his broad shoulders were slightly slumped, and he looked a bit slumped and lonely. Zong Huai seemed to have thousands of words to say, but they were all stuck in his throat.

This appearance makes people feel sour and soft.

Bai Ziwei could tell that Zong Huai was really not good at words, and he was also clumsy at expressing his emotions.

I don't know that this weirdness is partly due to the illness, and partly used for self-protection.

Thinking of Zong Huai subconsciously protecting him in the elevator, and being so scared that he held his hand tightly, Bai Ziwei couldn't convince himself to turn a blind eye.

"Brother, Brother Zong, don't apologize to me, okay? I can't stand it."

The atmosphere was too heavy, Baizi smiled and joked slightly, but nervously scratched his neck with his fingers.

Zong Huai slowly raised his eyes.

Zong Huai's pupils shrank when he saw that there was still bruising on Bai Ziwei's wrist.

It was pinched out by himself.

It was the bruise left behind by grabbing the only straw that could prove that he was alive in the dark despair that had not been seen in a long time, and it was also the pain mark carved by paranoid retention regardless of the other party's ideas.

It shouldn't be like this.

His heart was once again overwhelmed by guilt and pain, and the corners of Zong Huai's eyes ached, and he felt suffocated again.

You should drive yourself out of his world, so that you won't implicate him, and you won't be afraid of being abandoned...

"Zong Huai, do you want to have dinner with us at noon today? Go to the milk tea shop."

Bai Ziwei's voice suddenly sounded, and Zong Huai suddenly came back to his senses.

His mind was a little dazed, and he couldn't understand and digest it for a while, he hesitated to recall this sentence repeatedly.

Bai Ziwei... What are you doing?

In fact, Bai Ziwei was extremely anxious.

Since Zong Huai didn't suffer from bipolar disorder in the original book, then the little cannon fodder can use his subjective initiative a little...it won't cause any problems, right?

Bai Zi nervously waited for a reply.

Zong Huai's brain was thinking very slowly, and it took a long time before his Adam's apple slid up and down imperceptibly.

He gave a low "hmm".

Bai Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief, tried his best to put away his fear and caution, tried to make himself as relaxed as possible, and began to stumble and chat with Zong Huai trying to find topics.

If there is a friend who can talk, it will have a positive impact on Zong Huai's condition, right?

But Bai Ziwei didn't want Zong Huai to feel that he was pitying the patient, Zong Huai was sensitive and fragile, what if he accidentally provoked him...

It's too difficult!

Bai Ziwei only hoped that the plot of the original novel would be more up-to-date, so he quickly brought Wen Ci over, and healed Zong Huai while going through the plot.

The current Zong Huai is really testing his conscience, so pitiful, who can pretend to be blind?

Bai Xiaocannon fodder wept silently, obviously staying away from the plot and the protagonist of the original novel...

Cannon fodder is not easy, Wei Zai sighed.

Xiao Ye, who was sitting in the front seat, was always distracted listening to the movement at the back table, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally he heard Bai Ziwei chatting with Zong Huai more and more happily, his face completely darkened.

Xiao Ye remained silent, only telling himself not to worry, but to be patient.

He needs enough chips and qualifications to act recklessly and lure that dull little sheep into the trap.

Clenched wrists, completely exclusive, not allowed to leave.

Xiao Ye gradually became short of breath, but quickly calmed down the turbulent dark emotions. He supported the mirror frame to block the gloomy eyes, and continued to read with a sinking breath.

The tablemate obviously felt the low air pressure, shrank and hid outside, crying silently in his heart again.

When he changed seats back then, he fantasized that he and Xueshen could become good brothers and achieve a legend together.

Later... hehe.

Xiao Ye ignored everyone in the class, even his deskmate didn't speak more than 3 sentences a day to him.

If he is bored with his studies and therefore not interested in socializing, that's fine. The key point is that every time Xiao Ye turns his head to talk to Bai Ziwei, it will be a scene of great changes.

Still cold and reticent, but extremely gentle.

Although when everyone talks to Bai Ziwei, because of his soft appearance and personality, they will subconsciously speak softly, but how come even Xiao Daxue, who does not eat fireworks in the world, is also recruited...

While thinking, he poked his head and glanced at Xiao Ye furtively.

Xiao Ye was flipping through the book quickly, outlining key points and taking notes by the way, extremely focused and efficient.

It's just the terrifying thickness of the book and the densely packed heavenly scriptures on it, which made him completely dumbfounded.

He knew that the god of learning was very good, and the teacher's teaching content could not keep up with his digestion speed at all, and even the abnormally difficult competition questions in various subjects were not enough for Xiao Ye to fit between his teeth.

However, financial investment, securities and futures, C++ language, quantitative trading... this kind of difficult professional books that he can't even understand the catalog, shouldn't appear on the desks of freshman in high school, right?