He doesn't want to make green tea

The news that Zhang Yu was going to participate in the competition quickly spread to their original class, including Fang Jingsheng, all the students heard about it.

"This person is really endless. He has to make trouble after he leaves. He has never learned a single painting. Why should he grab a spot?"

Xia Chen's expression was utterly annoyed: "When Jing Sheng signed up, he also signed up. No one knows what he is planning. Unfortunately, no matter how tricky he is, Jing Sheng can't see him."

Fang Jingsheng sat in the front row without turning his head.

Some students retorted: "However, last time in the locomotive competition, Zhang Yu didn't seem to come to pester Fang Jingsheng. Luo Wei also signed up for the painting competition, right? Is it possible that he went for Luo Wei?"

The girl was also a classmate who watched the whole process outside the court last time, and murmured: "I think he seems to like Lowe, and wearing a helmet is really gentle."

Fang Jingsheng squeezed his pen tightly.

Everyone knew that Zhang Yu once liked him, but since this person left the class, he hadn't come to see him for a week.

In the past, Zhang Yu was angry and played hard to get, never for such a long time, every time he would say that he didn't like him anymore, but after only two days, he would come back by himself and stand by Fang Jingsheng's table to apologize.

"Let's make up, please." Zhang Yu would hook his sleeve lightly with his little finger, with a flattering expression on his delicate face, Fang Jingsheng pulled his hand out, and Zhang Yu would continue to explain, "I said that before. If you are angry, how can you not like you, no matter who you like, no matter what you are, I will always like you."

Maybe it's because he talked too much and made everyone believe it, including Fang Jingsheng himself. He believed that Zhang Yu liked him as his own life and would never leave no matter what happened.

He still remembered that because he liked to eat the dishes of a family in the north, he learned how to cook for him for half a month, even though he was turned away, he still greeted him with a smile on his face.

Maybe Zhang Yu was really angry this time, and he still didn't come back after a week, and even changed classes directly. information.

Maybe he was really angry.

Although the fifth class and the second class are on the same floor, one is on the east side and the other is on the west side. They can't even meet each other by chance. The two haven't seen each other for many days.

Inexplicably agitated and having nowhere to vent, Fang Jingsheng glanced at Xia Chen who was still chewing his tongue: "Go back to your seat."

Although he usually doesn't talk much, his expressionless face like a banished fairy is quite scary. Fang Jingsheng's family background is better than Xing Yuxing's, Xia Chen didn't dare to provoke him, and returned to his seat honestly.

Fang Jingsheng took out his mobile phone and stared at the name in the contacts for a long time, but in the end he didn't send a message. After class, he deliberately went to the bathroom on the west side, passing by Zhang Yu's class, but he didn't see that person at the door.

By coincidence, in the afternoon, he took over the task of Zhang Liqing, the head teacher, and sent a set of math test papers to the monitor of the second class.

It was the end of get out of class, and there were quite a few people in the second class. Zhang Yu didn't notice his arrival, and lay lazily on the table, drawing something.

The classroom was a bit stuffy. While the girls at the same table fanned the wind, they used a little more energy to let Zhang Yu blow it along with her. The broken hair on Zhang Yu's forehead was blown up, revealing her delicate eyebrows.

The classmates in the new class all accepted Zhang Yu, they treated him very well, no wonder he didn't want to go back.

Fang Jingsheng unconsciously took a few steps towards that side. The young man rested his chin on his elbows and traced on the paper lazily. He looked as if he hadn't slept well, and his eyes lowered lower and lower.

Fang Jingsheng took a few steps closer before he could clearly see the picture on Zhang Yu's paper.

It was a boy in a motorcycle suit, with NO.16 clearly written on the back of the suit.

That's Lowe's number.

The young man in the painting is holding the helmet, and the smooth lines draw the figure of the person in the painting smoothly. Zhang Yu seems to be very concerned about this painting, repeatedly pondering over a small detail.

Zhang Yu's liking is enthusiastic.He has no reservations when he should give his feelings, he will repeatedly emphasize his liking in every detail, he will think of that person all the time, and ponder his preferences over and over again.

Fang Jingsheng knew this better than anyone else.

And Zhang Yu, who loves money, is thinking about his ATM preferences.

Lowe's personality is really difficult to deal with. Maybe the picture of the motorcycle from the No.1 perspective didn't impress him very much, so he tried another perspective to draw the figure of this person on the field.

Who doesn't love rainbow farts?

The day before yesterday, because Zhang Yu was waiting for Luo Wei to come home, Zhang Yu didn't sleep much, and because he went home to pick up paintings during his lunch break, he didn't have much time to rest. Now he started to feel sleepy while painting, and didn't notice Fang Jingsheng at all.

The deskmate pushed him: "Zhang Yu, do you know him? I've been watching you for a long time."

It was only then that Zhang Yu looked up and saw Fang Jingsheng, a usually indifferent boy, his expression seemed to be aggrieved, but it was only for a moment, his eyes stopped on Zhang Yu's face for two seconds, and he turned to look for the monitor.

"Not very familiar." Seeing Fang Jingsheng turning his head, Zhang Yu answered his tablemate with a smile.

As soon as the words came out, the back immediately stiffened for a moment, but Zhang Yu didn't see it, and lay down on the table again to rub the fan at the same table.

If it was Zhang Yu from the previous life, he would have been attached to Fang Jingsheng when he saw Fang Jingsheng, but this time he just looked up, and then continued to study his paintings.

Zhang Yu didn't see Luo Wei all day, so he didn't know what this man was doing.

When he came home from school and went to wash clothes in the public water room, he ran into Ren Xingwang and Luo Wei in the corridor. The two were just about to go out and met Zhang Yu head-on. Ren Xingwang was a little surprised.

"Why are you here? Don't you two still live together?"

Luo Wei also saw Zhang Yu, holding the car keys in his hand, and explained: "Coincidence."

Zhang Yu also bent his eyes and smiled: "Yes, it's a coincidence. Are you going out?"

Ren Xingwang looked around between the two of them, not sure if he believed it or not, and hummed: "We are going to have a drink, how about you, have you dealt with the quota for the painting competition?"

The two talked, and Luo Wei locked the door behind him.

Zhang Yu responded vaguely. He didn't really want Luo Wei to know that he was so embarrassingly disgusted by others, so he quickly changed the subject, but before he could say anything, Ren Xingwang said to Luo Wei first: "Today I went to the office and heard that because Zhang Yu is not an art candidate, he will lose his place in the painting competition."

The latter didn't seem very interested, but his eyes stopped on Zhang Yu's face for a while, and he flicked the key: "Is Zhang Yu also helpless?"

Could green tea with such means be deflated?

There was a bit of teasing in his tone, and Zhang Yu's eyes dodged for a moment. Unlike his imaginary pretending to be pitiful, he nodded a little guilty, not wanting to admit that he was incompetent: "Of course I won't."

Ren Xingwang was taken aback, and the brave man in front of him suddenly overlapped with Zhang Yu who was sitting in the lounge, covering his face and looking helpless, with an obviously injured expression on his delicate face, pretending to be calm on purpose.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and stepped forward to comfort Zhang Yu: "Mr. Peng is a good person, and I will definitely help you."

Zhang Yu smiled at him.

The two went downstairs, leaving Zhang Yu back in the room to think for a long time. At present, it seems that Ren Xingwang has a much better personality than Luo Wei, and he is also very friendly to him. Not only is he a target of strategy, but he is also very close to Luo Wei .

Best for wooing.

He should also investigate the preferences of people around Lowe.

With money in hand, Zhang Yu went to buy some vegetables, got up at five o'clock the next morning, cooked Luo Wei's favorite dishes in the public kitchen, and knocked on the neighbor's door.

Cooking and cooking are also learned after pursuing Fang Jingsheng's talents.

Luo Wei's food taste is different from Fang Jingsheng's. Zhang Yu has also investigated beforehand, and his neighbor's taste is a little lighter.

For light food, the pursuit of flavor and seasoning is more stringent. Zhang Yu fried shrimp and vegetables sweetly, and made a curry, which is a hearty breakfast.

I knocked on the door for the first time, but no one came to open it. After a minute, Zhang Yu patted harder.

Finally, the sound of Luo Wei's footsteps came from inside the door. It got closer and closer, and the more irritable it became, the door opened in front of him in a dozen seconds, and Luo Wei's face appeared behind the door.

Her hair was a bit messy when she slept, and her usually inaccessible face was turned pale and red. Luo Wei's skin is very good, so the red marks are more obvious.

It should be that he just got up from the bed, and his reaction was still very slow. When he saw Zhang Yu, Luo Wei first showed doubts, and then frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Bring you something to eat."

The food in Zhang Yu's hand was so fragrant, just holding it, the smell rushed up one after another, and he was hungry when he smelled it.

Lowe leaned against the door, and finally seemed to wake up a bit: "Just for this, knocking on the door so early?"

Zhang Yu nodded: "We are neighbors or classmates, we should take care of each other, and we can go to school together after dinner."

After dinner, he can still go to school in Luo Wei's car. He can't refuse to eat his own food. As long as Luo Wei rides him there, it will be more worth showing off when his classmates see him.

Luo Wei folded his arms around his chest, as if he was a little awake, his mind turned: "Why, do you want to drive me?"

Zhang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and the little abacus was exposed again, and he whispered, "I can borrow a bicycle from the landlord to drive you."

Luo Wei sneered: "Then you go."

He didn't pick up the food in his hand, and the door closed in less than a minute.

Zhang Yu had known for a long time that this person would not eat the food he made, not only did he not feel disappointed, but also happily brought the food back to his room, eating half and keeping the other half.

The props used to deal with the raiders can be recycled completely. Luo Wei doesn’t eat them, and Zhang Yu himself is not picky about eating. He keeps half of them and brings them to school for other raiders to eat.

After eating, Zhang Yu washed the dishes again, and went downstairs to borrow a bicycle. The smell of cooking came from the dilapidated residential building from time to time, and some workers got up early to go to work. The building body, the dust accumulated over the years makes this place look very lively.

Usually Luo Wei arrives at school in the last 10 minutes, and today is no exception. Zhang Yu heard familiar footsteps in the corridor, a little brisk and energetic. After a while, someone appeared in front of him, as usual, a little careless, with hands took a loaf of bread.

Zhang Yu pushed the bicycle and ran over: "Get in the car? Little brother."

The latter stuffed the bread into his mouth and sat on the back seat of Zhang Yu's bicycle, which surprised Zhang Yu. He didn't expect that Luo Wei would cooperate with him so much, so he quickly got on the car, as if he was afraid that the man would run away.

If you can drive Luo Wei to school, it is also a sign of intimacy.

Zhang Yu tried hard to pedal the bicycle a few times, and then discovered an important thing.

He couldn't carry Luo Wei.

This bicycle was originally owned by the landlord's son when he was a child. The wheels are very small. Zhang Yu himself has no strength, and Luo Wei is much taller than him, so it is very difficult to pedal.

Unconvinced, Zhang Yu stood up and pedaled vigorously. This time he finally rode a distance, but there was only one distance. He had just ridden two stations, and his legs lost strength. After a while, the bicycle turned around and turned around. Unsteady, it fell over to the left, and was about to fall into the grass next to the road.

Luo Wei put his feet on the ground quickly, grabbed Zhang Yu's collar, and held him steady like a cat by the back of the neck, so that both of them did not poke into the lawn.

Zhang Yu's neck hurt from being dragged, and he turned his head reluctantly, revealing a pair of eyes, and said embarrassingly: "I don't seem to be able to carry you."

Luo Wei snorted: "Then what should we do? We've gone so far."

Zhang Yu could also tell at this time that this person didn't want to ride in his car at all, just like last time at the racing track, Luo Wei must be upset because of the disturbing sleep in the morning, so he wanted to teach him a lesson.

Zhang Yu adjusted his expression, jumped off the bicycle, and said, "Luo Wei, my body is not as strong as yours, and I can't ride a bicycle, otherwise you..."

He wanted to say otherwise, you can ride me in the car, but he saw Luo Wei looking up, with an innocent expression on his beautiful face, tilting his head and looking at Zhang Yu: "Otherwise what, or are you carrying me?"

Zhang Yu looked at Luo Wei who was half a head taller than him: "..."

This seems to be different from the writing of idol dramas.