The rich and powerful fake young master is a true group favorite

It was just dawn, with only occasional rays of light golden sunlight.

Zhou Zhuojing went downstairs with her schoolbag as usual, rushed into the dining room in a hurry, and met Father Zhou face to face.

Zhou Kunhui was reading the newspaper with a cup of black coffee in hand.Hearing the movement, he turned his head, only glanced at it, and then turned his gaze back to the newspaper.

Zhou Zhuojing patted his head in embarrassment, avoided the newspaper readers, and walked cautiously to the kitchen door.

Zhou's mother's surname is Wen, and her single name is Qing. She is as gentle as her name, just like Qingbo.At this time, she was standing in the kitchen, holding a spoon in her hand, and gently stirring the casserole. White mist drifted out from the casserole, and the whole kitchen was filled with a faint smell of meat.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Zhou Zhuojing asked curiously, "It smells so good."

"Mom stewed chicken soup for Xiaojing." Wen Qing put down the spoon, walked to the cupboard and took out a bowl, "Go out and sit first, I'll serve it for you."

"It's hot, I'll do it myself."

Zhou Zhuojing stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the bowl in her hand, and filled a bowl of soup self-sufficiently.

There were only the three of them in the dining room early in the morning, Zhou Kunhui read the newspaper without saying a word, occasionally drank a few sips of coffee, Zhou Zhuojing buried his head in his soup in silence, Wen Qing propped his face, lovingly looking at his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The chicken soup was clear and sweet. Zhou Zhuojing drank a big bowl of soup with meat, and couldn't help hiccupping.

Wen Qing immediately rolled his eyes with a smile, and asked him gratifiedly: "Do you want more?"

"No need, Mom." Zhou Zhuojing waved his hands hurriedly, then rubbed his stomach and whispered, "How can you just drink chicken soup for breakfast?"

"I want to make up for you and Zhuo Ting." Wen Qing said and called the auntie, "Put the rest in a thermos and take Xiao Jing to school."

Thinking of Zhou Zhuoting, Zhou Zhuojing froze for a moment, looked around, a little puzzled: "Where's big brother?"

"Zhuo Ting is leaving for work." Wen Qing patted his head, and said again, "Is Xiao Jing going to class too?"

"Ah!" Zhou Zhuojing suddenly realized that time was running out, he stood up abruptly, "Mom, I have to go first."

He glanced at Zhou Kunhui who was opposite him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Dad, I'm leaving."

Zhou Kunhui didn't even raise his head, he just responded with a muffled sound.

Zhou Zhuojing bit her lip, didn't stay any longer, and left the dining room at a trot.

Wen Qing watched his son leave, and took a long time to look away.She looked down at the person who was concentrating on reading the newspaper, and shook her head helplessly.

"You said you, when you were outside, you talked about Xiao Jing all day long, but why did you put on a bad face when you came home?" Wen Qing pulled the newspaper in his hand, "What are you pretending to be, and you don't turn over it for a long time Page."

"I..." Zhou Kunhui hesitated to speak, "I'm not."

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Qinghuan folded his arms, not having a good temper in front of his son, "Look at how scared the child is by you, and walk around you. I know, Xiaojing You've always felt guilty about being kidnapped, but that's not the way to solve the problem."

Zhou Zhuojing was kidnapped when he was ten years old. The child was locked up in the deep mountains and old forests for half a month, and he lost a lot of weight when he came back. Not only that, he also became timid and photophobic, afraid to be alone in a confined space. What's more, I have nightmares day and night.

Zhou's parents had no choice but to send him to a nursing home for half a year. Unexpectedly, when he came back, he seemed to have forgotten everything.

So the kidnapping became a secret that Zhou's family dared not mention in front of Zhou Zhuojing, and they only vaguely said that he had an accident when he was a child when he was asked to bring bodyguards.

Zhou Kunhui felt indebted, he was afraid that his son would be missed by the gangsters again, so he simply put an end to everything that might make Zhou Zhuojing show off, and even pretended to dislike his youngest son in front of outsiders.

"I just want Xiaojing to live this life in peace and stability."

Zhou Kunhui heaved a long sigh. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person. He only hoped that Zhou Zhuojing could be rich and happy, and that he would not have to be used and hurt again because of his status as the young master of the Zhou family.

Too much time wasted going out.

Panting, Zhou Zhuojing stepped on the bell and entered the door, almost bumping into the head teacher at the door.

"Li, Teacher Li." Zhou Zhuojing took two steps back, "You are so early today."

He ran all the way, his curly hair was blown in a mess by the wind, the strap of his schoolbag slipped to his elbow at some point, and half of his school uniform shirt was exposed from his trousers in embarrassment.

Teacher Li couldn't bear to look directly at him, and waved his hand with a headache, signaling him to come in: "Hurry up and go back to your seat, I have something to say."

Zhou Zhuojing heaved a sigh of relief, and when she passed the head teacher, she noticed that there was a young man about his age standing beside her.

The young man looked a bit unfamiliar, with neat short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the silver needles on the earlobe gleamed dazzlingly. He was dressed in plain black, and his exposed skin was white and blue, as if he was malnourished.

Noticing Zhou Zhuojing's sizing up, the boy raised his eyebrows and whistled with a smirk.

Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help shivering, and hurriedly walked towards his seat.

He walked halfway, and Teacher Li led the people to the podium.

"Students, we have a new student transferred to our class today."

Teacher Li pushed the person to the front of the podium, paused for a moment, and there was thunderous applause in the class.

The little girls sitting in the front row all blushed secretly, bad boys are always the most popular type among classmates.

"Hi everyone, my name is Su Zixu." Su Zixu casually raised the corners of his mouth and said politely, "I hope everyone will take care of you in the future."

Su Zixu?

Zhou Zhuojing sat down and frowned unconsciously when he heard the other party introduce himself.

Obviously the two of them had never met, why did he seem to have heard of this name somewhere.

"Xiao Jing, do you know him?"

The question brought Zhou Zhuojing back to reality, he turned to face Qi Yan, and shook his head blankly.

"do not know."

"Why don't you know him..." Qi Yan paused, put away his dissatisfaction, and said in a slow voice, "I think he just said hello to you, and thought you knew each other."

Recalling Su Zixu's whistle, Zhou Zhuojing felt goosebumps all over again.

"Who knows why he's crazy."

The two of them whispered small things, not noticing that Teacher Li on the podium had already started asking Su Zixu to choose a seat.

Su Zixu scanned around, and finally fixed his eyes on the little curly hair in the last row.

The owner of the little curly hair didn't seem to be listening to the lecture, his head was hidden under the stack of books, swinging back and forth with the owner.

He remembered Little Curly's dull and bullying appearance, and made a bad-hearted decision.

"Teacher, I'm tall, so I'm afraid of blocking the sight of my classmates when I sit in the front row." Su Zixu smiled thoughtfully, "It's better to sit in the last row."

His voice spread to the last row, Zhou Zhuojing's pupils widened, he never expected that his seat would be missed by others.

Qi Yan stood up quickly, glanced at Su Zixu with hostility in his eyes, and then looked at Teacher Li beside him.

"Teacher, how can a new student sit in the last row? He just transferred here, what if he can't keep up with the teaching progress of our class?"

What he said made sense, and even Teacher Li nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Su Zixu, you should change to another seat."

Su Zixu tilted his head, feeling more and more interesting about the matter.

"Teacher, you also understand my situation. My dad said that as long as I live, it doesn't matter about grades."

Teacher Li thought for a moment, and finally looked at the empty seat across the aisle from Zhou Zhuojing.

"Okay, then you..."

She was interrupted in the middle of her speech.

Xu Zesheng raised his hands halfway, his voice deep and powerful.

"Teacher, Zhou Zhuojing has been complaining to me recently that I can't see the blackboard, and there is no one next to me, why don't we just move him to the front."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yan's face darkened.

Su Zixu didn't know why, until he saw the little curly hair he was thinking about stood up and said "OK" cheerfully, he was dumbfounded——

It turned out that Zhou Zhuojing was that little curly hair.

Zhou Zhuojing wished to get closer to Xu Zesheng, he hurriedly packed up his textbooks, and when he turned his head to see Qi Yan's stern face, he felt a little ashamed.

"Qi Yan, don't be sad." He stretched out his hand and poked Qi Yan who was motionless, "Let's have dinner together in the future, okay?"

After so many years of relationship, in the end, he is just a fan friend?

Qi Yan clenched his fists bitterly, and asked him in a low voice: "You and Xu Zesheng have only known each other for a few days, are you so anxious to post it?"

"No." Zhou Zhuojing wanted to explain, but his arms lightened.

Xu Zesheng snatched his textbook, as if he didn't hear the conversation between the two, he asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else you haven't taken?"

"No more." Zhou Zhuojing shook his head in a daze, and was dragged to the front row by Xu Zesheng.

But Su Zixu got his wish and sat in the last row, but there was no expectant curly beside him.

He leaned back, shaking the seat, and the tablemate beside him exuded resentment all over his body. It took him a long time before he asked, "Hey, what's your name?"

Qi Yan stared at Zhou Zhuojing in the front row, but did not speak.

"Hey, talk, what's your name?" Su Zixu smacked his lips twice, "It's useless if you just look at it like this, the little curly obviously likes that nerd more."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the leg of the chair was kicked.

Hearing a loud bang, Su Zixu fell on his back tragically, his head knocked dizzy.

His movement was so loud that the whole class looked over.

Zhou Zhuojing followed everyone to look at the source of the sound, seeing that it was Qi Yan and Su Zixu, he frowned worriedly for a moment.

"Qi Yan won't have friction with his new classmates, will he?"

"No." Xu Zesheng rubbed his head, talking nonsense without blushing, "The new classmate must like Qi Yan very much, otherwise why would he ask to sit in the last row."

"really?"

"Ah."

Zhou Zhuojing scratched her head in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong.

The author has something to say:

Xu Zesheng: The new classmate must like Qi Yan very much.

Zhou Zhuojing: Hmm.

Qi Yan:?

Su Zixu:?