On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

City A has developed rapidly in the past two years, with magnificent high-rise buildings and neon lights flashing at night, and it is moving closer to the metropolis everywhere.

Ever since he made this body look handsome and trendy, no matter when he walks on the street, he will always be amazed at him, and the corners of his mouth can't help but twitch, feeling terribly proud.

It was still early, and it took only half an hour to walk from the school to the restaurant. Anyway, Wang Mei couldn't finish it all at once, so Zhang Ye put his hands in his school uniform pockets and swayed forward.

Perhaps because No. [-] Middle School is the best high school in the city, even the grandma who sells iced tea couldn’t help but tell him, “He’s from No. [-] Middle School, you guys have to study hard, why don’t you come out for self-study at night? My grandson thinks If you didn’t pass the exam, don’t waste it.”

He took a big sip, and the hotness in his body was suppressed a lot in an instant. He felt a little better, and grinned at the old man: "My grades are really good, and the teacher doesn't care about me."

What the teacher doesn't care about are all the gangsters in the school, there is no way to save it, just look at the fancy clothes the child is wearing, and the hair permed in such a color is definitely not good.

"You don't know happiness when you are in the blessing."

Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Ye shrugged and continued to move forward. What does the old man know.

The sun was about to set, but its power remained undiminished. At the entrance of the restaurant, my body was covered with sweat, sticky and greasy. I was just about to go to the bathroom to wash up, but when I looked up in the hall, I saw that Wang Mei had already arrived.

Ignoring the heat, I ran in happily, and asked in surprise, "Mom, why did you come so early? I thought you were going to be busy until late."

The air conditioner was turned on in the restaurant, and he was sweating outside, but when he came in, he couldn't bear the temperature and his body shivered.

"Your dad is at the company, so I don't need to worry about it, not to mention that it's the first time my son invites me to dinner, I dare to be late? Mom even put on a special make-up, doesn't it look good? I said something on purpose when I came out, everyone in the school Knowing that my son won an award, he called me to celebrate together, you didn't see his ugly face, that old thing who was so angry."

Zhang Ye gave a thumbs up with a smile. It was the meal time and more than half of the people were already sitting in the hall, which was a bit noisy.

"Shall we go to the private room?"

Wang Mei shook her head: "It's crowded, so just sit here."

Eating hot pot in summer is too exciting, so the two ordered rock sugar pear juice.

Wang Mei was in charge of cooking vegetables in the pot. Seeing that her son was sweating while eating, she took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "Wipe off your sweat and eat slowly."

Zhang Ye hardly ate at noon, and at a growing age, he is very fond of meat, so he ordered four plates of mutton rolls. His hunger was temporarily suppressed, and his speed slowed down: "Mom, I know who the woman's son is." gone."

Wang Mei picked up some hot vegetables with chopsticks for him. When she heard this sentence, she asked who it was. Later, she thought that Zhang Tiancheng was going to attend her son's class meeting. She didn't know any students in the class. imaginary.

"Zhao Rong, the one in our class who has had trouble paying tuition all the year round, he looks quite easy-going and harmless... Tsk, you shouldn't be judged by appearances."

Wang Mei glared at him: "Go to school well, you shouldn't worry about this kind of thing. If you want to make a fuss or do something, it's your mother who stands in the way. Don't let the smog affect your studies."

Zhang Ye swallowed the lettuce in pain, complacent and arrogant: "He influences me? He deserves it too. I guess it was during the parent-teacher meeting for me that his mother hooked up with my blind dad. It is also my fault, if If the grades are not so good, no one will think about sperm extraction."

Wang Mei raised her hand and patted him on the head: "It's rare to eat the meal you invited, because I'm afraid that your mother will fill up my stomach, isn't it?"

Zhang Ye smiled, took a sip of his drink, and inadvertently turned his head to see that Zeng Qiao, who was standing not far away, was frightened.

Wang Mei looked at him and asked suspiciously, "Know him?"

Zhang Ye puffed up his cheeks and didn't swallow it in a hurry, and he reluctantly responded after a while.

Wang Mei was still sad that she didn't know her son's classmate well just now, so unexpectedly, she gave her a gift right in front of her eyes. The boy is so beautiful, she said enthusiastically, "Is it Xiao Ye's classmate? If you don't mind, let's sit down and eat together." ?”

Zhang Ye is now struggling to see this person, and disagrees: "Mom, maybe he came with his family, don't..."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

As Zeng Qiao said, he took off his schoolbag, smiled and said to Zhang Ye, "Move it inside."

Zhang Ye's handsome facial features were tense, his disapproval was very obvious, Wang Mei urged him to move out reluctantly.

"Is Xiaoye lively in class? He's actually quite easy to get along with, but he's a little shy. Zeng Qiao asked the waiter to order anything he wanted to eat. He's treating him today."

Zeng Qiao was hungry, so he was not polite. He thought Zhang Ye was difficult to talk to, and the elders in the family would not be close to him. Thinking of how rude this person was to him today: "Auntie, I just transferred to No. [-] Middle School today, and Zhang Ye He is at the same table, he is very nice, but he is not very talkative."

It's as simple as not being talkative when you say it, either giving someone a knife or swearing at others?

He came earlier than Zhang Ye, and waited outside for a while before coming in. He originally wanted to pretend to meet by chance and say hello, but he just listened to what he said as soon as he approached. Tired?

Zhao Rong's mother acts as mistress to Zhang Ye's father?What's the matter, even dog blood dramas have rarely been performed like this in the past few years, it is really an eye-opener.

Wang Mei glared at him, and said educationally, "Don't bother with your studies, you have to communicate with others. It's okay to talk about it in school, but after graduation to work in the society, is it possible for people to guess?"

"I don't mean that. The third year of high school is stressful. Anyone who is not studying hard has no time to gossip. Only those who spend their days relying on relationships talk a lot of nonsense."

Zeng Qiao seldom eats spicy food. The mother and son ordered extra spicy food, and he wanted to cry as soon as the food came into his mouth. He also heard Zhang Ye accuse Sang of scolding Huai Leng for being choked, so he picked up the drink beside him and drank it without thinking. After drinking the bottle, he felt better, his mouth became abnormally red because of the spicy heat, his eyes were slightly red, he was already white, his double eyelids were slightly raised, and he looked very pitiful.

Zhang Ye glanced at him, and had to admit that this kid was pretty good-looking, but he was too annoying, going to school non-stop, and lingering after school.

Wang Mei enthusiastically helps the two children cook. Her son doesn't know how to chat, and his words can explode at the slightest bit. She likes to talk to Zeng Qiao. She has a sweet voice and every word can speak to people's hearts. I think it's better to be someone else's child.

"Don't look at the hard work now. In fact, a year will pass quickly. What school does Zeng Qiao plan to take? Do you have a favorite major?"

"I haven't thought about it for the time being. The grades are a bit poor. I dare not set too high a goal. My major may be business management. My father wants me to help him. Where is Zhang Ye?"

Since Zhang Ye found out that he couldn't get in the mouth, he simply stopped talking. He sat there alone, burying his head and eating hard. In my class, no one should pry my position."

Wang Mei was amused by him: "I told you, don't worry, read what you like, Q or B, is it okay?"

Zhang Ye frowned, and said unhappily: "I don't want to be so far away from you, for fear that you will be bullied."

Wang Mei's throat was sore, and the heat wave in the pot blocked her blurred eyes, and she coughed: "I really don't know what's going on in your mind, okay, hurry up and eat. Zeng Qiao will come to my house to play sometime later." , I'll cook something delicious for you." The topic changed like that.

Zeng Qiao's eyes lit up, and he climbed up the ladder: "Auntie, I'm not doing well in my studies. I feel that I can't keep up with my progress today. Can I do my homework with Zhang Ye?"

Wang Mei was a little surprised and said: "What's wrong with this? It's just that you are already late after school, so is it okay to go home too late?"

Zhang Ye was unwilling, and continued to draw out the tone to resist: "Mom, don't promise indiscriminately, I don't want to study with others." It's cumbersome.

No matter where Zeng Qiao goes, everyone doesn’t like him. It’s the first time he’s treated like a dog. I’m a little hurt. If you don’t want to, I’ll do my homework with you and automatically block Zhang Ye’s voice: “Our family I just moved back to City A, my home is in the new town far away from the school, and I want to rent a house for convenience. Today, my mother called me and said that she has found it. It is in Building 6 of Dongfu Community, which is very close to the school, so I can live there directly.”

Zhang Ye suddenly lost his appetite, looking at this Zeng Qiao, he felt speechless again.

What is the development of the novel?It seems that Zeng Qiao and Zhao Rong will have a chance encounter today. The two have common hobbies, and as they get closer and closer, they finally pierce the window paper and become lovers.

It's just that it's been more than an hour since I ate, and this person is still shameless here, and there is no sign of separating his butt from the stool, and he has nothing to do with his mother.

At this moment, Wang Mei's cell phone rang. Something happened at a friend's house and she was asked to help her. She had to leave quickly: "You and Xiaoqiao are eating, and Mom paid the bill. Be careful on the way back, okay?" ? Xiaoqiao, you and Xiaoye go back together, where our family lives too."

Zhang Ye yelled unhappily: "Hurry up, drive carefully on the road, everyone says I will pay." As he spoke, he stood up and took Wang Mei's hand and refused to allow her to pay until she gave up the idea.

After Wang Mei left, Zhang Ye looked down at the person who was still fishing for food in the pot, and said impatiently: "Is it enough to eat free food? Make way, I will pay the bill."

Zeng Qiao really didn't like spicy food before, but now he feels that the more he eats, the more delicious he is.

"It's as if your family is short of money and you haven't eaten hot pot." Zhang Ye rolled his eyes at him and went to the cashier to check out, but was told that this table was free.

What is the fee for not participating in the event?The waiter saw him puzzled, and kindly explained: "The pretty boy at your table is the nephew of our boss."

Zhang Ye felt nauseated, he was forced to owe favors after eating a meal, and said that he would settle according to the price, but the waiter refused to do it, so he had to take back his wallet and walked up to the man: "Let's go, today is all yours."

Zeng Qiao was happy, and stretched out his hand to push him: "It's a small thing."

Zhang Ye, who is 1.8 meters tall, stood there looking at Zeng Qiao who was sitting and eating, with a look of impatience on his face. The two outstanding boys are eye-catching wherever they go together.

"To thank you, I will take you to find your first love today."

Zeng Qiao was so shocked that he didn't swallow the meat in his mouth, and stared at him with two bright black eyes: "???"

The author has something to say: Zhang Ye: I still have to create opportunities for you, what kind of heart do you have, dad is tired

I made a mistake, alright?