Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Ji Yichuan rested his left hand on the desk, his head rested on his left forearm, and his right hand hung down weakly.

He has been in this position for almost 10 minutes.

"Didn't you see Brother Ji sleeping?" Cheng Zan patted Gao Shang's head vigorously, "If you wake up Brother Ji, I'll have something for you."

Ji Yichuan moved a few times in cooperation, so he was so noble that he didn't have a chance to talk back.

In a place where no one can see, Ji Yichuan didn't feel sleepy, and blinked silently. He has broad shoulders and long legs, and it is really uncomfortable to lie on the desk. What's more, when he closes his eyes now, his mind is full of thoughts. It is an old grape with tears on its face.

The round eyes that would bend slightly when smiling are now unconsciously filled with tears, the tip of the wrinkled nose is powdery, and the head is tilted with a blank face, not knowing where to look.

Ji Yichuan ground his teeth, something stuck in his heart, making him very dry.

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The last class is coming to an end soon, and the content is relatively small. The teacher finished the lecture early and lay down on the podium to let the students read the books by themselves.The whole class suddenly fell into a commotion.

"Let's go out to school for lunch together at noon?"

Sensing that someone poked his back with a pen, Chen Putao subconsciously turned his head and looked back.

Ji Yichuan didn't know when he sat up straight, but when he said he sat up straight, he just leaned his broad shoulders against the wall, raised his eyes casually and asked, while speaking, a mole on his eyelid was faintly visible.

As soon as Chen Putao saw Ji Yichuan, he thought of the foolishness he made this morning, his throat tightened, and before he could open his mouth, he felt a chill on his cheeks.

"Huh?" Ji Yichuan's wrist was folded into a graceful arc, and he lightly pressed the pen in his hand against Chen Putao's cheek.

The body of the pure black pen is printed on Chen Putao's fair and delicate face, creating a strange harmony.

"No need, I'll go to the cafeteria to eat." Chen Putao sideways avoided the black pen.

Ji Yichuan turned his pen around, with a half-smile: "This morning..."

"Okay, where are you going?" Chen Putao immediately changed her mind.

"The hot pot restaurant just opened in front of the school. I heard that it tastes really good." Gao Shang who was at the side hurried over when he heard about it.

"There's you everywhere." Ji Yichuan kicked Gao Shang rudely with his long legs, "Then the newly opened hotpot restaurant."

"But I have to go to the class teacher's office later." Chen Putao said hesitantly.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

As soon as the school bell rang, Chen Putao didn't dare to delay, and walked to the office with a pen and paper.

Unexpectedly, there was no sign of Wang Zhong in the entire office, but a strange young man was standing beside Wang Zhong's desk.

The boy is about 175 in height, thin and juvenile, with obvious baby fat on his fair face, and pale pink lips, which are slightly pursed because of irritability.

Chen Putao was puzzled in his heart, he always felt that this young man looked familiar.

And from the moment he stepped into the office, Chen Putao could feel the young man's eyes on him all the time.

Chen Putao subconsciously smiled at the young man.

But the young man's reaction was beyond Chen Putao's surprise. The young man sneered, frowned and complimented the old man, and his son twisted up nervously, and took a step back, with disdain and resistance written all over his body.

Chen Putao was a little embarrassed by the young man's disgusted expression. Chen Putao touched the bridge of his nose and turned his head without saying a word.

The sum of the two lifetimes received too much inexplicable malice, Chen Putao really didn't have time to argue with them one by one.

It wasn't until Chen Putao got tired of waiting that Wang Zhong hurried over from the toilet, shaking hands full of water.

"Wait for a long time." Wang Zhong picked up two plastic benches, "I have something to do just now, it's delayed, you sit down first."

The two sat down, but there was a long distance between them. Wang Zhong glanced at them: "Oh, by the way, you two don't know each other yet, let's introduce each other."

After finishing speaking, I didn't know what I was looking for after rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.

Chen Putao turned her head, looked at the impatient young man, and said without any nonsense, "Chen Putao."

Zuo Liu said angrily: "Zuo Liu." After saying that, he rolled his eyes and turned to look out of the window, leaving only Chen Putao in a daze.

Chen Putuo did not expect to meet the protagonist in the book under such circumstances. He half-closed his eyes and sneered, no wonder his face was familiar. Didn't his features show that he is Zhang Donghai's son?

Although Zuo Liu is regarded as the protagonist in the book, his behavior...

Chen Putao squinted her eyes, but life is really precious, and love is even more expensive.

"I finally found it. Hey, I am getting old, and my brain is really getting worse day by day."

Wang Zhong sighed, and put the two people's first draft on the desk, "You two are the seed players I am very optimistic about."

Zuo Liu carefully stared at the first draft for a while, his expression gradually became impatient, he stood up abruptly, his voice raised, and he smiled: "Teacher, you made a mistake, how could this be written by Chen Putao?"

Chen Putao glanced at him lightly, and Zuo Liu seemed to realize that his yelling was inappropriate, so he sat down again in embarrassment: "Chen Putao can write this kind of essay?"

Wang Zhong put his right index finger under the palm of his left hand, signaling Zuo Liu to be quiet first.

"In this way, I came to you because both of you are very talented, and I want you to write a few paragraphs as the theme slogan of the latest school newspaper."

Wang Zhong thought about it, if he just called Chen Putao, wouldn't he just make it clear that he doubted him?Nowadays, high school students have to save face, what if they are stimulated?He simply called Zuo Liu and asked both of them to write something.

Wang Zhong regretted that he was impulsive at the time, and easily believed Ji Yichuan's nonsense. How could any student have such a boring idea? Chen Putao's manuscript was probably written by a special person.But when he carefully read the first draft handed in by Chen Putao, he couldn't help but fantasize, what if it was true?

"The two of you each have a piece of paper, and write two paragraphs. There is no requirement for the number of words, and the theme is 'time'." Wang Zhong paused, "Don't worry, write slowly, and go to the staff cafeteria with the teacher for dinner after finishing."

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The door of Class 7 faces south, and the hot sunlight outside the window shines directly on the window sill, painting the entire window with a dazzling golden layer.

"Brother, when are we going to eat? I'm so hungry." Gao Shang squeezed the flesh around his waist and asked weakly.

"What's the hurry." Ji Yichuan said so, still looked up at the door in front of him, between the index finger and middle finger, the speed of the pen began to turn faster.

"This old grape will not forget us, so let's go."

As soon as Cheng Zan finished speaking, Chen Putao appeared at the front door.

He held on to the door, panting heavily, his hair was a little messy, tiny drops of sweat slowly trickled down his cheeks, and slipped into his collar along his protruding Adam's apple.

Chen Putao picked up the collar with his left hand, and fanned the wind slightly with his right hand, apologetic: "Sorry, waited a long time."

"It's okay, just right." Ji Yichuan cupped his chin, looked forward and smiled, Chen Putao's eyes were dazzled by the mole on his right eyelid under the sun.