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

Qi Yan left suddenly.

In just one night, his desk was vacated, and Su Zixu was the only one left in the last row where there were not many people.The head teacher couldn't see it, so he arranged a new seat for him, which happened to be in the back row of Zhou Zhuojing.

Su Zixu, who got a new seat, became much more active.He already talked a lot, so he just dragged Zhou Zhuojing to babble during class, and kept poking him during class, borrowing erasers and drafts.

After several times in a row, Zhou Zhuojing was not impatient, but Xu Zesheng glanced back at him sullenly, the disgust in his eyes was obvious.

Su Zixu suddenly remembered what Qi Yan said to him before he left. He looked at Zhou Zhuojing and Xu Zesheng, and asked gossipingly, "Are you two brothers?"

Hearing his question, Zhou Zhuojing was stunned for a moment, then nodded cautiously: "Yes."

Xu Zesheng's face turned dark. If it wasn't for the table, he would have kicked this guy out of the classroom a long time ago.

"Strange, you two are brothers, why don't you look alike at all." Su Zixu touched his chin halfway, and lowered his voice, but it was enough for Xu Zesheng to hear, "You look much better than him."

"Me?" Zhou Zhuojing's eyes widened hesitantly. His appearance could be considered cute at best, while Xu Zesheng's facial features were truly exquisite. "Don't be kidding me."

"I don't look like I'm joking!" Su Zixu raised his voice unconvinced, "Look at his fierce appearance, he is not a good person at first glance."

Fierce, don't you want to like him in the future!

Zhou Zhuojing muttered in his heart for a while, but couldn't help panting again.

Xu Zesheng has many suitors in the future, and any one of them will be better than him. At that time, will Xu Zesheng still see him in his eyes?

"What are you thinking?" Xu Zesheng sensed that he was in a wrong mood, and glanced at Su Zixu puzzledly, "What did he tell you?"

"No." Zhou Zhuojing quickly shook his head, looked at Xu Zesheng, and couldn't help asking him, "Would you like a boy like Su Zixu?"

Xu Zesheng was taken aback, and his eyes met his gaze strangely.

"Why should I like him?"

"I'm just... just asking." Zhou Zhuojing could only feel the sour taste from his heart to his throat, "Will you be tempted when you meet better people in the future?"

"Do you care?" Xu Zesheng leaned closer to him, his eyes burning, Zhou Zhuojing lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I, I don't really care."

"Oh." Xu Zesheng elongated his tone pretending to be disappointed, "Although you don't pay much attention, I still want to say it."

"Ok?"

"I just like idiots, of course I won't be tempted."

Like chumps?

Zhou Zhuojing was stunned, but when he realized it, he picked up his textbook and threw it at the people around him.

"You're an idiot, you're an idiot!"

Su Zixu saw the intimate interaction in the front row, and scratched his head in confusion, not quite understanding, is the relationship between brothers always so good?

Near the end of the term.

Zhou Zhuojing's head is not very smart, and his grades have always been unstable. There were two academic gods in the family, and now there is a new student in the same class. When it comes to exams, he feels a lot of pressure.

Xu Zesheng saw his anxiety, so he sneaked into the study every day to secretly tutor him.

Under the same roof, it was rare for Zhou Zhuolan not to compete with him. He turned a blind eye and delivered milk to his younger brother on a regular basis every night, and dragged away those who were in the way in the study.

Last time the two of them wanted to sleep with Zhou Zhuojing by reason of a thunderstorm, and after they were kicked downstairs together, they kept a delicate balance.Xu didn't want to embarrass Zhou Zhuojing again, they restrained each other, and neither of them took a step closer.

Half a month before the final exam, the atmosphere in the class became more and more tense.

This morning self-study, the representative of the Chinese class was leading the students to recite ancient poems on the podium, but the head teacher led a boy in.

Su Zixu was not in the mood to study at all, and when he saw the people on the podium, he quickly poked Zhou Zhuojing.

"Hey, there are new classmates at this time!"

It's almost the end of the term, and everyone is preparing for the exam, why would someone transfer to another school?

Zhou Zhuojing glanced curiously at the stage, and instantly stiffened.

"No." Su Zixu also frowned, "Do you think he looks a bit like you?"

The same little curly hair, black and bright drooping eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a face as big as a palm, if it wasn't for the tense face of the people on the stage, who looked unfriendly, he would have suspected that Zhou Zhuojing had sneaked onto the stage.

Hearing this, Xu Zesheng raised his head and glanced at the podium, and frowned instantly.

"I think so too." Zhou Zhuojing said dully, then turned to look at Xu Zesheng, "Isn't it very similar?"

"Zhou Zhuojing, is he a relative of your family?" Su Zixu scratched his head, "Is there any child living outside your family?"

They spoke enthusiastically, and the people on the stage also spoke.

"Students, this is a new classmate from the next province, Luo Yiming." The head teacher smiled, obviously satisfied with the new classmate, "He is only 13 years old this semester, and will take the final exam with our class this semester. "

"Hi everyone, my name is Luo Yiming." Luo Yiming waved perfunctorily, without obvious fluctuations in his tone, he half-raised his head, and his whole body was filled with arrogance, as if no one deserved to be in his eyes.

"Tsk." Su Zixu smacked his lips, obviously not liking this new classmate, "I take back my words, he just looks a little bit like you."

Zhou Zhuojing still frowned, recalling those strange dreams, it seemed that Luo Yiming had never been mentioned.

But the final exam was coming up, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he got up early and worked late every day, just to make time for review.

There are nine exams in the first year of high school, and the three days are full.

Zhou Zhuojing finally finished the last exam, packed his things, and was going to go to the next teaching building to find Xu Zesheng to go home with him, but when he went out, he bumped into the new classmate who looked like him.

The two hadn't greeted each other before, Zhou Zhuojing raised his hand hesitantly, and was afraid that the other party might not recognize him, so he averted his eyes in the end, intending to avoid him and leave.

"Zhou Zhuojing." Luo Yiming stopped him.

"Are you looking for me?" Zhou Zhuojing raised his head blankly.

The seats in the examination room were randomly assigned, and there were no classmates in the examination room he was assigned to.Luo Yiming appeared here and stopped him again. Could it be that he came here specially for him?

"Aren't you curious?" Luo Yiming approached him a little bit, "I look so similar to you, aren't you curious?"

"Curiosity?" Zhou Zhuojing took two steps back subconsciously, but bumped into the corner of the table when he didn't want to, his butt hurt so badly, he resisted the pain and pretended to be okay, "What do you want to tell me?"

Luo Yiming saw that his eyes were glowing red, and there was a crack in his always superior expression.

"Why are you crying!"

"No." Zhou Zhuojing made a bitter face, and explained in a low voice, "I accidentally hit my butt."

Luo Yiming rolled his eyes heavily, stepped forward a few steps, and picked him up without any explanation.

Zhou Zhuojing wanted to struggle, but he didn't expect that the thin-looking man was not weak, and he walked out while carrying him, still talking plausibly.

"You can get hurt if you say anything, you are so stupid."

As soon as he finished speaking, his footsteps stopped.

Zhou Zhuojing half raised his head in doubt, only to see Xu Zesheng at the end of the corridor, with his backpack slung across his shoulders, looking over with a gloomy expression.

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