He doesn't want to make green tea

Faced with such a face, Zhang Yu could only laugh awkwardly: "Stop joking, if this continues, we will all be late..."

He can't carry it on a bicycle, so can he carry it on his back?

"Didn't you say that classmates should take care of each other?" Luo Wei kindly supported his shoulders, turned the man around, and then got off the bicycle, pushed Zhang Yu down, and let the man squat on the ground.

Then he really lay on Zhang Yu's back, with his arms around Zhang Yu's shoulders. Before Zhang Yu could react to the slightly intimate distance, the weight was transmitted instantly. Luo Wei usually looked thin and tall and upright, It was only when he got down on the ground that Zhang Yu felt like a foolish old man who moved mountains.

He was silent for a while, and had no choice but to hold Luo Wei's thigh and resigned himself to throwing him up.

The person behind seemed to laugh, lightly, right next to his neck.

Green Tea, who always had a hypocritical and gentle face, couldn't help but spread her feet, stabilized her figure, she had already lost her image, and cursed in her heart: "Gusun, it's really hurtful."

He lived so long, Lowe was the first person who made him want to swear.

There are alumni around who are going to school and waiting for the bus, all wearing the same school uniform, occasionally looking in Zhang Yu's direction, the somewhat thin young man moves his feet in a strange posture, the school uniform is pulled open to reveal a small piece of collarbone, and they follow it hard, while the person on his back With a little smile, that pretty face became more and more familiar.

Isn't that...Lovie?

The one carrying Luo Wei is the school's famous green tea Zhang Yu?

What combination is this?

Zhang Yu had already ignored the gazes of the people around him. He couldn't stand it any longer. He was about to fall forward. Luo Wei didn't want to fall with him and got off his back. As soon as he left, Zhang Yu was so tired that he knelt on the ground. land.

The two walked out of the station with their backs behind their backs.

Luo Wei looked at Zhang Yu from the side. Little Green Tea had already lost its usual delicate and contrived disguise. He was sitting on the main road panting heavily. He looked at Zhang Yu for a while, then squatted down and looked at Zhang Yu: "Are you still helping each other?"

Zhang Yu shook his head, then nodded again for a while, gasping for breath and unable to maintain the gentle voice that he deliberately pretended, a little broken: "I have carried you here, please help me too, I have to take the bicycle away, Don't throw it on the side of the road."

The bicycle is borrowed, so you can't just throw it away. Zhang Yu has to ride the bicycle to school, and he has to ride it back honestly after school.

Luo Wei seemed to have a good temper, and he smiled and nodded like a little angel. If Zhang Yu didn't know how much this man held grudges, he would be fooled by him: "Okay, you go."

Zhang Yu walked out of a station with Luo Wei on his back, his legs were weak, running back at this time, he was too tired to maintain the running posture, let alone go to school by bike, but since Luo Wei had agreed to him, Now just push the bike over, and Lowe has to ride it if he doesn't.

The bicycle was thrown on the open space by the side of the road. Zhang Yu ran over and rested on his thighs for a few seconds. He had already started thinking about where Luo Wei was riding the bicycle. Where should he hug this person? Is it better to sit sideways or flat? But suddenly noticed the movement behind him, Zhang Yu turned around and saw a bus.

He was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly thought of something, ran a few steps, returned to the side of the road, and looked at the station in front of him.

Just in time for Lowe's last foot to step into the bus, the other pair of familiar basketball shoes also turned back, glanced in his direction, and then waved his hand to say goodbye to him. The bus door closed the next moment, and the car sped away. go.

Zhang Yu:"……"

Looking at the time, there are still 8 minutes for class.

"Damn it...Lovie!"

Zhang Yu gritted his teeth while pedaling the bicycle, saying that he was just fooling him by saying that he was going to pick up the car!

This man just wanted to punish him!

After pedaling for a long time, he finally arrived at the school hall. Zhang Yu stepped forward to the first floor, and the bell of the self-study class rang on his forehead. The director who was about to call it a day caught him straight away, and went forward to hold Zhang Yu: " Alright, come with us."

Zhang Yu:"……"

He couldn't speak anymore, his calf cramped while riding a bicycle, and he was dragged to the office, where he wrote an [-]-word self-criticism before going back to class.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked at Luo Wei, who was in the last row. This man didn't even raise his head. He was wearing a white loose denim jacket.

Zhang Yu, who originally planned to find someone to settle the score, was instantly discouraged, and resigned to his fate and returned to his seat.

Seeing Zhang Yu being punished, the deskmate was a little surprised: "Don't you wake up early every day? Why are you late?"

Zhang Yu didn't want others to know about his embarrassing experience in the morning, so he took out the dishes he cooked in the morning from his backpack, opened it to the front table and the same table with a smile: "I made some food, and I accidentally came late Now, do you want to eat together later?"

From Luo Wei's position, he could hear the conversation between the two, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This little green tea never admits his embarrassment.

The tablemate knew the food was good just by smelling it, so he whispered, "Yeah."

Zhang Yu was in a better mood, but there was still one thing that he was worried about. There was a high probability that he would not be able to participate in the painting competition. He didn't know how to deal with it, and he silently prayed that someone would give up his quota.

After the third class was over, Zhang Yu was called to the office by the teacher again. Teacher Peng said with joy, "Someone temporarily gave up the quota, Zhang Yu, you have the opportunity to participate."

Zhang Yu didn't expect his wish to be fulfilled so easily, so he couldn't help being a little surprised, and subconsciously asked, "Who gave up the quota?"

"I don't know about it here. I'll know when Teacher Zhang comes, but these are not important. Zhang Yu, the teacher is very optimistic about your paintings. You must make good use of your paintings this time and bring back an award for our class."

For so many years, there hasn't been a single student who won a prize in their class. Teacher Peng didn't say anything, but was often teased and ridiculed by Zhang Liqing because of this. Finally, Zhang Yu came, as if seeing hope.

Zhang Yu pretended to smile modestly, with a warm appearance: "There are many talents in the painting competition, but I will try my best."

Xing Yuxing happened to come to deliver homework, and what he heard was the conversation between Teacher Peng and Zhang Yu.

His first reaction was that he felt that the teacher's attitude towards Zhang Yu was a little too much.

In their former class, almost no one would pin their hopes on Zhang Yu, let alone fight for a spot for Zhang Yu.

It seems the man is doing well in his new class.

And Xing Yuxing also knew how good Zhang Yu was at painting.

He once saw a painting that fell out of the suitcase when Zhang Yu was moving, and borrowed it in a painting class. It was only after the work was noticed by others that Lowe asked him about it. name.

If Zhang Yu went to participate in the competition, he might not win this time.

After returning home, Xing Yuxing drew Zhang Yu's most precious painting in the same way as he remembered, then took a photo, edited the date and posted it on Weibo, with the words:

"Tried a new painting style."

If Zhang Yu participates in the competition, there is a high probability that he will use his previous paintings, and he posted them on Weibo before Zhang Yu. Even if the incident happens, no one will think that he plagiarized.

Although by doing so, Zhang Yu may bear the taint of plagiarism for the rest of his life, but it is still better than having his previous paintings found plagiarized.

Then Xing Yuxing contacted Zhang Liqing and asked about the quota for the painting competition. It doesn't matter who it is, he needs someone to squeeze Zhang Yu's quota.

Zhang Liqing sounded very happy: "The places your family bought are no longer a problem. Originally, Zhang Yu also signed up. The matter was a bit troublesome, but suddenly someone from the school withdrew from the competition, and the matter was resolved."

Zhang Liqing's tone became brisk, but Xing Yuxing on the other side of the phone was not so brisk. He paused, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhang, I have another relative in my family who is going to participate in the competition. Can you get another spot?"

On the other side of the phone, Zhang Liqing was in a bit of a dilemma: "I still need a quota? It's easy to be discovered, right? It doesn't comply with the school's regulations, and it's quite dangerous."

Xing Yuxing's tone was still cute and amiable: "Teacher, my mother said that it is not difficult to add another [-] yuan to you. Isn't Zhang Yu not an art candidate? He has no quota and no one will say anything. It is reasonable .”

Zhang Liqing was a little hesitant at first, but she was even more shaken by what she said.

Xing Yuxing is right. Zhang Yu has always been a marginal figure in school, and he has no father or mother. Even if he suffers from being dumb, no one will come out to say anything for him. Even if he will come out to resist, everyone will think it is his own. question.

But she changed her mind and acted like an adult: "This matter is easy to say, and it needs to be related, and it needs money to take care of it..."

Xing Yuxing is a fine person, of course he understood what the other party meant, and agreed sweetly: "Teacher, I will bring you a deposit of 1 yuan tomorrow, and the rest will be sold after the matter is completed."

After dialing 1 yuan to a familiar bank card number, Xing Yuxing began to wait for news.

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It was rare for Zhang Yu not to pester Luo Wei, but sat in front of the drawing board for nearly two hours.

He needed to prepare the works for signing up for the competition. Zhang Yu paused slightly after glancing at his previous paintings.

The only thing left unfinished is the woman's face.

Zhang Yu's mother has been dead for so many years, he almost can't even remember what this person looks like. After a few strokes, it has gradually become the shape.

Although a bit old-fashioned, it is very gentle.

He recalled the Party A who asked him to get close to Luo Wei. The woman had a certain temperament similar to his mother.

At that time, Zhang Yu was living in a difficult period. He even planned to commit suicide and was about to climb the bridge. The sister of Party A appeared at that time and gave Zhang Yu, who had no goal, a goal.

Although speaking, this goal is a bit difficult to deal with.

As long as Zhang Yu thinks of Luo Wei's face, he will feel his calf cramp. He has also been in contact with tea appreciators before, but this is the first time he has come into contact with Luo Wei, a bad young tea appraiser who is full of bad water and loves to punish others.

Zhang Yu can almost foresee that there will be hardships to suffer in the future.

On the other side, at Ren Xingwang's home, Luo Wei was playing games and skillfully killing enemy heroes, when he heard Ren Xingwang sigh: "You really gave up the game because of Zhang Yu, right? Such a good opportunity, say If you don’t participate, you won’t participate.”

Lowe stopped, the character in the game was dead, and the screen fell into a dark, he ate a grape: "Of course not for him."

Ren Xingwang asked again: "It's not for him, but for what?"

"For his work."

Ren Xingwang: "..."

"Does it make any difference?"

Luo Wei's character was revived, and he started to operate again. After fighting a wave of team battles from the spring, he replied to Ren Xingwang who was waiting impatiently beside him: "My paintings are not as good as his, and the opportunity is better reserved for better people. "

"Just because of this?"

Lowe nodded: "Of course because of this."

Ren Xingwang has always been very clear that although Luo Wei looks indifferent and difficult to get close to, he is a very upright person, and he has always had his own considerations in his heart. He asked again: "Then you don't feel the slightest bit about Zhang Yu, do you? I really like you."

Lowe frowned, looked back to the game page, and answered seriously after a while: "I don't like people who are not honest."

Ren Xingwang didn't ask any more questions. He just moved closer and said, "But I don't think it's that simple. The relationship between teachers in the school is quite complicated."

"I think that Zhang Liqing has something wrong with her."

Luo Wei didn't seem to be interested in these things, and said lightly: "Then you can ask tomorrow."

It was just a casual talk, but I didn't expect that Ren Xingwang, who is more serious, would actually ask.

Ren Xingwang is usually very popular, so he found his brothers and helped to get the applicants for each class. After comparing them, he really found the problem.

There are 98 quotas for the competition, but the total number of registered students in all classes is only [-], not including Zhang Yu and Luo Wei.

Both of them should have places.

He was going to go to the director to confirm with the application form. When he arrived at the office, he found that Zhang Yu had also been called to the office by the teacher, but the person looking for Zhang Yu was not Zhang Yu's own head teacher Peng Ge, but his former head teacher, Zhang Liqing.

"You said you painted this painting yourself? What evidence do you have?"

The woman spoke aggressively, and the students who came to deliver their homework early in the self-study all stopped and looked this way, and Ren Xingwang was also among them.

"You have never learned a single painting, can you have this level? Zhang Yu, are you used to stealing? Stealing money is not enough. At this time, you still want to steal other people's works to fool the teacher? You have vanity Is it that strong?"

From the back view, Zhang Yu's body is very straight, exactly the same as his usual impression, a little cold: "This is a picture I drew by myself. If you don't believe me, I can draw a picture now."

"What kind of painting do you draw? You can see for yourself. Your painting is exactly the same as Xing Yuxing's work submitted before. What else do you want to argue?"

"I thought you would improve after you came to Mr. Peng's class, but in the end you still do these petty things."

Zhang Liqing held a few crumpled pieces of paper in his hand, which were works handed in by Zhang Yu a few days ago, and his precious things were smashed on the table: "You don't want to say that Xing Yuxing copied you, do you?"

Zhang Yu stared at her: "I don't know why he draws the same as me, but we used to live under the same roof, and it's normal for him to see my paintings."

As soon as he said this, the students around him started laughing, especially the class representative of Zhang Yu's former class: "Come on Zhang Yu, Yu Xing has been studying painting for so long, even if you live under the same roof, you have to copy it." Copying him? What is he copying you?"

"Yeah, weigh yourself before you speak."

Zhang Liqing also rubbed her brows irritably, as if she was tired of Zhang Yu's endless vanity:

"The school is short of places. You don't need to register this time. Go back and inform your teacher. I will save you some face and withdraw from the competition."

At this moment, Ren Xingwang finally couldn't listen anymore. None of the people in this office were on Zhang Yu's side, and because of the large number of people bullying others, he rushed out from the crowd.

"Mr. Zhang, you always say that there is no quota. Are there so many people in our school?"

Looking at the young man who appeared suddenly, Zhang Li felt guilty for a moment when she was asked, but she quickly reacted and said sarcastically, "Where did you come from? What's the matter with you?"

Ren Xingwang was aggressive: "Of course it's my fault. You don't know Zhang Yu's paintings because of bad eyesight. Yesterday Luo Wei just gave up the quota for the painting competition because of Zhang Yu. The registration has been closed long ago, and there are no new students participating. How can you say that?" Not enough places for the competition? Where did you get Lowe's place?"

Zhang Liqing's face turned pale in an instant. The school's student registration had been closed a week ago, and no new students would be added in the future. Luo Wei voluntarily gave up his quota, so it stands to reason that Zhang Yu will fill it up.

"Teacher, you won't take this quota for yourself, right? In the past, there were always people from the outside world who wanted to participate but had no chance. A quota can be sold for 1 yuan. Do you have any money in your pocket that doesn't belong to you?"

Zhang Liqing finally couldn't bear it any longer, she slapped the table and stood up from her seat: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Whether I'm talking nonsense, you know best. Luo Wei is not as easy to fool as other students. If you have a clear conscience, then publish the registration form and let us all see whose names are reported."

Zhang Liqing was completely panicked, but she refused to show the registration form confidently: "If you say there is a problem, then there is a problem? I have to check the registration form for you. Are you the teacher or should I be the teacher?"

The classmate was also very puzzled at this time: "I also think it's not realistic, how could Luo Wei give up his place in the competition for Zhang Yu?"

"Isn't Luo Wei the most annoying, fake and contrived? It's impossible to like Zhang Yu, right? I feel that Ren Xingwang is looking for trouble, how could the teacher swallow up the quota."

Of course, some people retorted: "Ren Xingwang should be the person who has the best relationship with Lowe, right? Isn't what he said credible? I don't think it's like lying."

Immediately, someone exclaimed in a small voice: "I have long said that Luo Wei is not normal to Zhang Yu, and I can feel it when I put on the helmet last time!"

"Come on, is Luo Wei blind? Can he like Zhang Yu?"

The students who didn't like Zhang Yu before were also aroused at this time. Ren Xingwang found two more students and called Luo Wei and Xing Yuxing over.

After hearing the news, there were even more people waiting around the door of the office to watch the excitement.

After a while, Xing Yuxing got out from the crowd, and when he saw the painting on the table, his face froze: "Brother, these..."

Zhang Yu waited for him to say something, but saw this man speak:

"Why is it exactly the same as my painting?"

Xing Yuxing took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened his Weibo with the date edited: "The picture I drew a long time ago..."

As soon as he said it, the people around him understood it: "Let me just say it. Fortunately, Xing Yuxing has evidence, otherwise this matter will be calculated by Zhang Yu again."

People took the phone over and looked at Xing Yuxing's Weibo little by little. Sure enough, it was not much different from Zhang Yu's post, and couldn't help sighing:

"This is too sinister, Zhang Yu want to be ashamed?"

"The copy is so similar, and you still want to use this to enter the competition? Yu Xing has been unlucky for half of his life to have a brother like you."

Zhang Yu paused, ignoring the malice of the people around him.

After a while, he waited for the mobile phone to pass around among classmates and teachers before he took out his mobile phone and opened his circle of friends: "I also have evidence, brother, half a month earlier than you."

As soon as the words came out, Xing Yuxing was taken aback.

After Zhang Yu was reborn, he had already expected that Xing Yuxing would copy his paintings. After all, he had done it once in his last life, and the reason why he did not speak was to wait for this moment, when everyone believed in Xing Yuxing, and when Xing Yuxing also took out his painting. The so-called evidence was read by everyone, and then the facts were revealed.

"Every time I finish a painting, I take a photo. This painting has been completed for a long time. Why do things I have painted appear on your Weibo? Why do you still use it to hand in your homework?"

Several people around gathered in front of Zhang Yu's cell phone and carefully looked at the screen on the cell phone. The time was indeed earlier than Xing Yuxing's, and no one was speechless for a while.

"Could it be... Xing Yuxing really copied Zhang Yu's painting?"

"Although I don't want to believe it, the time is indeed earlier than Xing Yuxing."

The discussion has already pointed the finger at Xing Yuxing.

Xing Yuxing's face was already pale and pale, and he seemed to be playing a rascal: "I, I don't know what you are talking about, brother, this painting was obviously drawn by me first... It's just that I didn't take it in time."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion at the door, and the people who had been secretly hiding at the door to listen to the sound dispersed to both sides to make way.

Luo Wei finally appeared from the door. He was wearing a white denim jacket over his school uniform. It was exactly the same as when he and Zhang Yu separated the previous morning. He naturally had a kind of ruffian and lazy look on his body, and it would make people a little nervous when he was expressionless. :

Staring at Zhang Liqing: "What do you want from me?"

Although Luo Wei usually doesn't look for trouble, everyone knows in his heart that there is a Luo family behind him.

Luo Wei's mother, Luo Qiu, is the richest man in City B. According to legend, both black and white can take all.

Although Zhang Yu always thinks that the rumors are more or less exaggerated, black and white are like the setting in the novel, but perhaps because of this kind of rumors, ordinary teachers and classmates are more polite to him even if they don't like Luo Wei .

Zhang Liqing didn't expect that Luo Wei would actually come. Not only Luo Wei, Zhang Yu's deskmate and front desk also came, and they also brought Zhang Yu's painted motorcycle, which proved that Zhang Yu has always been good at painting.

Zhang Liqing didn't expect that the matter would become such a big mess. He wanted to make Zhang Yu suffer from being dumb, but he didn't expect it to become more and more troublesome.

In my impression, Zhang Yu never had any friends, and no one would explain to him when he was isolated and wronged.

The person who was casually manipulated by others seems to have disappeared.

No one dared to speak, Teacher Peng next to him asked Luo Wei: "They said that you withdrew for Zhang Yu because of the extra quota. Is there such a thing?"

She only knew that there was an extra quota, and Zhang Liqing hadn't let her see it yet, so Teacher Peng herself didn't know whether the one who gave up was Luo Wei.

The students around were all waiting for Luo Wei's answer. The office was extremely quiet. Luo Wei clicked his tongue and seemed troubled, staring at Zhang Liqing's face:

"Can't you?"