The boss always thought we were looking at each other

For several days in a row, Yan Yu didn't see Xu Zhengyi, a bum. He didn't know if he was avoiding him on purpose or what.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, a few troublemakers in the class rushed out like arrows.Song Mo at the front desk also turned his head abruptly, waking up Yan Yu, who was lying on the desk in a deep sleep, and was going to take him to the school's small supermarket.

Ever since Yan Yu's family went bankrupt, his compatibility with Yan Yu has been getting better and better. Not to mention Wei Long's bun for eating, even going to the bathroom, he has to drag his bankrupt little prince.

"Yan, come on, the proprietress said that Weilong is on sale today, buy one get one free!"

Yan Yu put on his school uniform sleepily, his eyes lit up when he heard 'buy one get one free', before he could say the word 'go', he heard the school committee yelling towards him.

"Yan Yan!" Xue Ya trotted all the way to block him, Yan Yu's family bankruptcy spread like wildfire, and now the third class took his emotions into account, and even spoke cautiously, "Old class asked you to go over, It seems to be about you, your family business."

What about home?

What big tricks did his cheap parents hold back?

Yan Yu frowned slightly, said hello, and walked towards the building of the teacher's office suspiciously.

Lu Xuan, who was sitting in the last row, suddenly raised his head when he heard these words, thinking that even if he begged to be He Ci's younger brother, he was still rejected by He Ci's cold temper. As a classmate, he had to mention his brother. Wipe your ass and take care of others.

He purposely explained the matter of Yan Yu in class earlier, but he forgot to tell Lao Jiang about it.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't help poking He Ci who was doing his homework in the front row.

"Hey, Brother Ci, could it be that group of debt collectors chasing Yan Yu to the school? I see Lao Jiang's lame foot, not to mention whether he can beat that group of hooligans, he can't even stand still."

"What's the matter with you." He Ci's tone was light.

When Wang Nan at the same table heard his words, he subconsciously glanced this way, and a chill subconsciously rose in his heart.

He Ci didn't look up from the beginning to the end. During the period, he changed to another clean draft paper and calculated the last question of the test paper on it. He didn't pay any attention to this matter, as cold as an emotionless machine.

He and He Ci were at the same table for two years.

At first, he didn't want to believe the rumors in the grade, but after a long time, he realized that He Ci really couldn't keep warm. The most important thing is that he raised the average score of the entire third class by himself.

For two full years, they did not say more than ten sentences.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me!" Lu Xuan was angry that he was useless, and pointed to Wang Nan beside him, "You go to the bathroom."

Wang Nan let out an "oh", and got up skillfully to give Lu Xuan a place, he was really afraid of him.

Seeing that people had left, Lu Xuan sat down in front of He Ci, keeping his voice extremely low.

"Do you know that this year's squad leader will be re-elected. I don't know who broke out about the Uncle Cement Factory. Do you know what appraisal means?"

"How is your scholarship evaluated, and how will you pay next year's tuition?"

He Ci raised his eyelids lazily, and said 'hmm', indicating that he was listening. There are many ways to make money, and he doesn't have to be a class leader.

On the day of the report, the teacher pointed to his name and asked him to be the class committee member, so he would do it. If the teacher chose someone else tomorrow, he would not do it.

"Brother Ci, did you listen to me?"

Unable to bear Lu Xuan's muttering in his ear, He Ci closed his pen cap, got up and walked out.

"Hey, it's not Brother Ci." Lu Xuan saw it and panicked. He Ci skipped class once or twice. In Tangna's next class, he didn't even eat He Ci. When did his brother Ci be so willful? "Where are you going?"

"Mind your own business."

**

Yan Yu didn't go around the school much, wandered around for a long time before finding the administration building.

I heard that the administrative building here is one of the most famous sights of Nato, a century-old building, and climbing vines bustlingly covered the wall, illuminating the entire mottled wall red.

The scenery is really nice.

Yan Yu looked up for a while, and when he stepped into the administrative building with one foot, he finally remembered what was wrong.

He had no idea which Lao Jiang's office was!

Yan Yu couldn't help it, since he couldn't run into anyone at this moment, he could only wander in the corridor by himself, it was quite cool inside anyway.

The door of the office at the end of the first floor was ajar, and the voices of boys talking came from inside.

Yan Yuxuan finally found someone, and was about to go up to ask a question, but overheard what the two were talking about.

Through the gap, I can vaguely see the two slightly familiar boys, looking for something in a stack of documents, with a panicked look on their faces.

"Did you find it? There are only a few people who submitted scholarship applications. Are He Ci's things so hard to find?"

Another person murmured, "You also know that He Ci's things are hard to find. If the two of us really take away his scholarship application form, what will Lao Jiang do if he asks us for questioning?"

"What are you afraid of?" the man flipped through things irritably, "He Ci usually doesn't even fart, and would talk too much to Lao Jiang that he had already applied for a scholarship, but he wasn't on the list?"

"Right now you're worried about this and that. There are only two places in a class, and He Ci has one. You don't want it?"

"Then, maybe it's because you lost the election, why is it me?" A little bit dissatisfied, "We stole his application form, him, what will he use to pay the tuition next year? I, I listen Said that there seems to be a younger sister in his family who has just entered elementary school and has some problems with her eyes..."

"Poverty subsidy!" The man sneered, "Why is it that he gets the scholarship every time, and the two of us apply for poverty subsidy? It's a shame for both of us, and he takes all the benefits?"

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

No wonder he felt that these two people looked familiar, weren't they the two guys who were always overwhelmed by He Ci.

Yan Yu lowered his eyes, and kicked the corner of the door inadvertently.

There was a soft 'bang', which alarmed the two sneaky people in the office, and scattered the documents in their hands all over the floor in fright.

"Hi, you guys." Yan Yu poked his head out and tilted his head to look at them, "Oh, what's wrong with you, so flustered?"

Seeing that it was Yan Yu, the two breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. Yan Yu didn't look like a talkative person, and he was so stupid that he just bluffed away.

"What are you here for?"

Yan Yu didn't speak, and took the trouble to pick up the application forms on the ground one by one.

"Hey!" Yan Yu looked at the application form with a photo in the corner, twitched his lips, picked it up and showed it to the two of them, "So it's here, no wonder you couldn't find it!"

The boy's brows in the photo are still cold, and the gap at the corner of the brow should be repaired, although the corners of the mouth are still tense, which looks very menacing.

The two looked at each other, not knowing how much Yan Yu had heard what they had just said.

"Yan Yu you, why did you come here suddenly?"

With an 'ang' sound, Yan Yu stepped on a stool and sat on the desk in the office, dangling his calves.

The corners of his eyes were drooping and sparkling. He smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, showing two beautiful little canine teeth. He shook the application form with two photos printed on it at them, "Me? I'm here to steal the application form too!"

Aren't they the ones in the photo?

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