How the protagonist was marked by the poor

Zhao Tingyan didn't expect that the steamed buns he had bought so hard would enter Shi Yao's stomach.

He glanced at Wen Yuan, wanted to ask but didn't dare, this piercing ear was too sharp, so he could only change the subject: "No, I said Brother Yuan, why did you admit this crime just like that? It’s not that we caused trouble first, it’s not a loss. Besides, it’s not you who hit someone.”

Wen Yuan sipped the porridge and glanced at him: "Why don't you write this review for me?"

Zhao Tingyan stopped talking, and shut his mouth obediently.He would rather be beaten ten times by the old donkey than write this 3000-word review.

Shi Yao sat at the side, listening to the conversation between the two, and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Yuan asked without emotion.

"No," Shi Yao broke open the porridge bag after eating the steamed buns, and said, "This is the first time I wrote a review, and I was accompanied by someone."

Wen Yuanxin said, who the hell wants to accompany you.But before he could say it, he swallowed it again.

Shi Yao seems to be in a good mood at the moment, with a smile on his face, and his eyes are especially beautiful when he bends them.

Wen Yuan looked at him, in a daze for a moment, would such a person commit suicide in the end?

He couldn't believe it.

Shi Yao seemed to have noticed the eyes that fell on him, he turned his head, and said in a weak tone: "What's the matter, are you fascinated by the handsomeness of your tablemate?"

The legs of the chair that Zhao Tingyan raised suddenly fell down.

Wen Yuan glanced forward at Zhao Dapao, then pushed the leftover wrapping paper of what he ate to Shi Yao's table, and said in a flat voice, "That handsome guy, please help throw away these garbage bags."

Shi Yao used short hands to eat people's soft mouth, and just happened to throw away the garbage on his desk, so he stood up and put it in a bag and said, "It's an honor."

Taking advantage of the time when Shi Yao went to throw out the trash, Zhao Dapao turned his head and half-lyed on the table, and said, "Brother Yuan, why did you give him something to eat?"

"Why, I can't finish the extra serving." Wen Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Keep it moldy?"

Zhao Tingyan really wanted to question him, it wasn't you who asked to buy two copies!But he was cowardly, and said resentfully: "It can't be moldy, and it's fine for him to eat."

He now feels that his family status is a bit precarious.

Brother Yuan seems to be a little different to the new thorn.

"Brother Yuan," Zhao Tingyan suddenly remembered what Liu Jingjing asked him in history class, and asked, "Before you..."

How do you ask this?

Have you ever been traumatized before?

Stupid.

Zhao Tingyan moved his mouth and changed the question: "What happened to you before, it scared me to death."

Wen Yuan moved his fingers, remembering Shi Yao's words that day, and said without changing his face: "Hypoglycemia."

After Shi Yao finished throwing away the trash, he sat back in his seat, and just in time to hear this sentence: "You also have hypoglycemia at the same table, what a coincidence."

What a shit.

Wen Yuan squinted at him and said, "Unfortunately, mine is not in the late stage."

Shi Yao: "..."

Zhao Tingyan didn't believe it, but Wen Yuan said so, so he had no choice but to give up: "Brother Yuan, what about that kid? I asked, and Sun Pengyang from Class [-] and [-] is an alpha."

Wen Yuan lowered his eyebrows, moved his eyelashes, and said after a while, "I'll talk about it later."

The evening self-study passed quickly, and school was over quickly. Unexpectedly, Shi Yao stayed in his position for a whole night, and returned to the dormitory after school.

Wen Yuan took off his school uniform and sat at the table with a few pieces of letter paper in front of him.

Apparently it was necessary to write a [-]-word review.

He glanced at Shi Yao who came back, "Aren't you going to work part-time?"

The tables in the dormitory were next to each other, Shi Yao sat down next to him, took a look and smiled, he knocked on the table and said, "You wrote two words in half an hour?"

I saw the word "review" neatly written on a blank letter paper.

Not to mention, the words are pretty good.

Wen Yuan turned the pen and glanced at him: "How much do you write?"

The meaning is obvious, you didn't write a word, what are you showing me?

Shi Yao said generously, "I didn't write it down."

Wen Yuan snorted lightly, and looked down at his letter paper.

He really can't write.

He used to have good grades, top ten in grade, although his temper is not very good, but the teacher usually turns a blind eye to him.

"The lights will be turned off in half an hour." Shi Yao leaned back on the chair, feeling lazy, "Can you finish writing?"

Wen Yuan glanced at him, thinking that he had some good idea, but then he heard Shi Yao say: "Let's go at the same table, don't write, how can you write a review when you are young, I will take you to play."

Wen Yuan refused coldly: "No."

Ten minutes later, the two appeared at the door of the largest Internet cafe on the street next to the school.

Wen Yuan looked up, and saw two colorful "把吧" signs clamped on the door frame, he moved his lips, and couldn't hold back: "Are you sure this is an Internet cafe?"

Wen Yuan can't be blamed, it's because the store name and decoration style are too coquettish.

"Huh?" Shi Yao said with a smile, "Not like?"

Wen Yuan looked at him expressionlessly.

"Okay," Shi Yao sighed, "Although it doesn't look like much, this is really a serious Internet cafe."

This street is around the school, and there are quite a lot of students at the moment. After Wen Yuan entered, he saw a yellow hair in front of the counter saying hello to Shi Yao.

It seems that the two are very familiar.

Huang Mao: "Here we come, Brother Shi."

Shi Yao nodded to him, "I'm a few minutes late, thank you."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Huang Mao lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Then since you're here, I have nothing else to do, so I'll go first."

Wen Yuan tasted something in the conversation between the two, he turned his head to look at Shi Yao, and saw that he entered the counter very skillfully, and opened a machine for the new Internet addict.

Wen Yuan: "..."

Shi Yao looked at his expression, and suddenly smiled, "At the same table, stand up and block the customers at the door."

Wen Yuan's teeth were a little itchy, he came over with a sullen face, and said two words indifferently: "Explain."

Shi Yao said: "Didn't I tell you that I have a part-time job at night." He pointed at the computer at the counter: "Here, this is it." "

Wen Yuan also remembered what he had said to himself, but damn he thought he called him out to go online, so he didn't have to go to this part-time job at night.

Who the hell knows that this part-time job is in an Internet cafe.

Seeing that his face was very ugly, Shi Yao decided not to tease him anymore. He typed a few times on the computer, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Don't be angry at your deskmate, I'll be busy with this job for a while, you play for a while, I'll I'll be with you in a while."

What about coaxing children?

Who the hell needs you to accompany me.

Wen Yuan really wanted to throw his face and leave, but when he saw Shi Yao's fingertips skillfully operating on the keyboard and the occasional flash of tired eyes, his anger was half gone.

He walked to his seat with a gloomy face and turned on the computer.

He was suddenly a little confused, not knowing what to play.After a while, he pursed his lips, opened the search, and typed a few times on the keyboard.

He has been playing a game in the previous world, the level is already very high, and he has never touched it again when he came to this world.

He tried to type in: kill everything

During the loading process, his hand trembled slightly.

In fact, he did not report much hope.

After all, there were no mobile games that were popular in the world before.

There are only similar settings and similar types.

Blue light entered the pupils, refracting deep colors, several entries appeared on the computer, Wen Yuan blinked, and his hands trembled again.

There really is.

After about an hour, no one came to Shi Yao's place.

He walked to Wen Yuan's computer, looked at the screen, and raised his eyebrows.

"You play this?" He asked a little surprised.

Wen Yuan didn't move his eyes away, held the mouse with his fingers, and shot a person's head off before he nodded condescendingly, and uttered a single syllable: "En."

Kill All is a sniper game, which can be single player or multiplayer.

No matter how many people there are, as long as the opponent's team is wiped out, it is considered a victory.

Wen Yuan usually fights alone.

It wasn't until he finished playing a round that Shi Yao was still watching him from the sidelines.

Because Wen Yuan concealed it from him just now, his tone was not very good: "What are you looking at?"

Shi Yao didn't care about his attitude, took a bottle of drink in his hand and threw it to Wen Yuan, saying, "This game was played many years ago, I didn't expect you to still play it."

Because the resolution of the game's screen settings is too low, the characters are single, and the weapons have not been updated for a long time, it is not very popular among young people, and has quietly withdrawn from the mainstream of the game.

Wen Yuan took the drink and took a sip: "Why, you play too?"

Shi Yao raised his eyebrows, and sat down in front of the computer next to him: "A game?"

Seems like a provocation.

Wen Yuan raised his chin slightly, his expression was extraordinarily cold, more provocative than provocative.Unexpectedly, after a few rounds, the two were evenly matched, and it was impossible to tell the winner.

The two sat in front of the computer screen, staring at each other in silence, their faces were green under the light.

After a while, Shi Yao smiled first.

"Laughing fart," Wen Yuan pursed the corner of his lower lip, "What should we do now?"

Shi Yao looked at the screen and said, "Since we can't tell the winner, why don't we form a team?"

Neither of the two can kill the other, so they are a little angry.In this case, it is better to harm others together.

Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment. He had never formed a team before playing this game. He always played alone. After a while, he nodded and said, "Go online."

When the two returned to the dormitory, it was already close to two o'clock.

Wen Yuan's eyelids were trapped in three layers of folds, he simply washed up, afraid that he would fall asleep on his back on the bed.

Shi Yao was a little bit better than him, but not much better, mainly because he spent too much energy dealing with those punks today.

Not long after, the two of them breathed evenly.

This state lasted for half an hour. Around 02:30, Wen Yuan suddenly sat up.

Grass.

The review hasn't been written yet.

The old donkey has said this, and he can't really stop writing. Who knows if he will be called a parent.

He very much resisted Mu Yao's coming to school.

He dragged his exhausted body to get up, even though every cell in his body was resisting, Wen Yuan still strengthened his spirit.

He wrote a few words with a flashlight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shi Yao sleeping soundly across from him. Wen Yuan took a few breaths very calmly, and then stood up neatly.

He looked down at Shi Yao for a while, and found that there was a small mole on the left side of his brow.

On this overly outstanding facial features, the mole became brighter.

Of course, no matter how good-looking it is, it can't stop Wen Yuan's movements. He looked at Xu for a while, then raised his hand and pushed Shi Yao a few times.

He cannot bear the crime of writing a self-criticism.

When Shi Yao woke up, he was still a little dazed. He saw Wen Yuan standing in front of the bed, and said dumbly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yuan shook the letter paper at him: "The review is not finished yet, get up quickly."

Shi Yao looked at Wen Yuan, then at the letter in his hand: "..."

Why are you so obedient?

Shi Yao was forcibly pulled up.

So, in the middle of the night, the two of them lit their own flashlights and wrote a self-criticism.

During this period, Shi Yao fell asleep twice, but was woken up by Wen Yuan's patting.

Finally, the two of them finished writing the review and went to bed again at five o'clock in the morning.

The end result of this kind of cramming was that they were late the next morning, the first day of their military training.

The author has something to say:

"You play by yourself for a while, and I will accompany you in a while."

What Brother Yuan didn't know was that coaxing children was not the way to coax them.

That's how you coax your boyfriend.