Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

After He Xiran left indignantly, Wen Xiaoyu walked up to Wen Muchen, and before he sat down, he saw him covering his painting again.

Wen Xiaoyu was speechless for a moment: "You already gave him one, so can't you give this one to me?"

"No, this one isn't drawn well." Wen Muchen couldn't speak clearly, but he answered very simply.

Wen Xiaoyu gave a "tsk", picked up a crayon: "Then let me draw something for you to guess, okay?"

Wen Muchen glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It's time to go to bed."

Shrugging his shoulders, he quickly took the crayon away from Wen Xiaoyu's hand, and went back to the room with a bunch of his things in his arms.

"..." Wen Xiaoyu looked at Grandma Wen in frustration.

Grandma Wen chuckled: "He painted the painting yesterday for you, so he was so angry when it was damaged. You wait for him, and when he is satisfied with the painting, he will naturally give it to you. "

The next morning, before he put down his schoolbag after entering work, he heard Xiaopang slurring his mouth with a glutinous rice cake: "Brother Wen, Lao Zhao asked you to come and go to the office, and He Xiran has already gone."

Gao Le, who was on duty, came riding a broom: "Hey, I heard that He Xiran lost his costume and was kicked out of the performance team. Is he going to be punished again?"

Wen Xiaoyu put down her schoolbag, and before she could speak, Gao Le continued: "But he still had a bag this morning, did he find it or pay for a new one? I heard that the costume was bought from abroad , Xuancheng couldn't find the second one at all."

"How do you know everything?" Wen Xiaoyu was really curious.

Gao Le chuckled and said, "Seeing all directions and listening to all directions, this is Ben Le!"

In the office, Old Zhao was pointing at He Xiran and swearing at others: "I told you not to cause trouble. Two days ago, Mr. Liu praised you and I was quite proud, but I was slapped in the face when I just came to school this morning. He Xiran, are you You feel uncomfortable if you don't cause me some trouble, and you must be punished to be satisfied?"

After he finished scolding, he began to worry again: "Open your noble mouth and tell me the whole story, so that I can intercede for you!"

He Xiran was bored for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I lost it first, and then found it, but it became a little different."

"He Xiran! You're playing Shakespeare, not Nikki-Dress! You're still dressing up?!" Old Zhao touched his smooth head, coiling himself up angrily.

Wen Xiaoyu and Teacher Liu entered the door one after the other, Lao Zhao grabbed Wen Xiaoyu and whispered to him: "This kid will be dumbfounded by me from now on, you can answer what Teacher Liu asks."

"..." Wen Xiaoyu glanced at Old Zhao, and moved away from him calmly.

"Mr. Liu, He Xiran didn't dare to take out the costume because it was torn. It has been repaired now. Can you see if it can still be used?" Wen Xiaoyu went straight in, holding the costume in front of Teacher Liu before she could speak. .

He Xiran suddenly raised his head and stared at him, Wen Xiaoyu glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eyes, and ignored him.

Teacher Liu checked it over and over again, stroking the light gauze with his fingers and said: "Is it torn and embroidered with some dark lines? It can be used, and it is well patched. It can't be seen from a distance."

Old Zhao exaggeratedly breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands together and smiled apologetically, "Mr. Liu, He Xiran has made up for it. Look at this punishment..."

Teacher Liu put away the costume and asked He Xiran, "Then why didn't you tell the truth at first?"

Old Zhao elbowed Wen Xiaoyu, and Wen Xiaoyu was caught off guard and almost flew away by him.

"He's sick." Wen Xiaoyu said concisely, reaching out and rubbing his ribs.

His words made the other three choke for a while, but they didn't refute immediately.Teacher Liu waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it. Now that the matter is settled, I won't pursue it anymore. I don't have time to make trouble with you here."

Old Zhao was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, thank you, thank you, what about He Xiran's punishment?"

"I didn't report this matter to the school, so don't worry about the punishment." Teacher Liu stared at He Xiran, and stomped his feet angrily, "It's his role... 嗐!"

He Xiran: "I don't..."

"Mr. Liu." Wen Xiaoyu interrupted him, "You have treated He Xiran so well, and he can't repay you. Let him be a little backer in the team."

When he said these words, there was no expression on his face, and it was not even thought that he was interceding.

Seeing that He Xiran was even more angry than being punished, and he was about to slap someone with his teeth and claws, Wen Xiaoyu pushed his head down and bowed to Teacher Liu: "Thank you, Teacher Liu, let's go back to class first, I will bring you this afternoon." Let him report to the auditorium."

Teacher Liu nodded with a look of "this is a good idea". Seeing her agreeing, Lao Zhao was so excited that he almost cried. Wen Xiaoyu avoided his patted hands and walked out holding He Xiran by the back of the neck.

He Xiran was easily restrained by him, and he completely lost the sluggish head that the three sticks could not give a fart just now. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Wen Xiaoyu! You... oh!"

Wen Xiaoyu flipped his wrist, wrapped his arms around his neck, covered his mouth and dragged him to the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Just after the morning get out of class, the students who came to the office to deliver their homework came and went, and they all looked at the two strangely posed curiously.

"Shut up." Wen Xiaoyu coldly looked down at He Xiran who was biting his hand.

"Hmph." He Xiran gritted his teeth with hatred, and then ground his teeth in his jaws.

"Hiss... are you a dog?" Wen Xiaoyu frowned, looking at the little mole on the tip of his nose, feeling his nose itchy.

He raised the other hand to scratch, but He Xiran shrank his neck in fright, and let go of his lips and teeth.He looked down, and saw that two rows of deep tooth marks were embedded in his tiger's mouth, which was quite neat.

The soft and warm touch of the lips still remained on the edge of the dog's teeth, one tender and one soft intertwined, he didn't know whether it was pain or itching, so he clenched his fist secretly.

"I don't want to be in the logistics team, I don't want to be in the performance team anymore." On the way back to the classroom, He Xiran said sullenly.

Wen Xiaoyu walked slowly behind him, and sneered when he heard this: "Because of Jiang You? You are worthy of being angry with someone like him."

"What did you say?!" He Xiran suddenly turned to stare at him.

"Am I wrong?" Wen Xiaoyu overtook him in two steps with long legs, passed him by, and said, "I thought you liked acting so much, so you gave up just because of this trash. "

Having been a director for so many years, Wen Xiaoyu is confident that she will not be wrong.Otherwise, with He Xiran's arrogant personality, he would never have participated in a drama just to avoid punishment, nor would he have desperately tried to protect a costume, or even pulled himself off to seek Wen Xiaoyu's remedy.

Regardless of He Xiran's reaction, Wen Xiaoyu continued to walk back to the classroom. The moment he entered the door, he regretted why he didn't listen to Lao Zhao's nagging one more class in the office.

"Take out a piece of paper, and let's silently write all the chemical equations we have learned since the beginning of school." The chemistry teacher said.

Wen Xiaoyu didn't even finish his chemistry exercise book last night, let alone endorse it.

He held his forehead, tapped the pen tip on the paper, and heard the devilish voice of the chemistry teacher again: "...Next, the reaction of ammonium nitrate and sodium hydroxide."

The tip of the pen paused, and he asked Xiaopang suspiciously: "Didn't you write about ammonium nitrate and sodium hydroxide just now?"

Xiaopang whispered, "That's calcium hydroxide."

Gao Le turned his head: "Isn't it silver nitrate?"

He Xiran couldn't take it anymore: "It's ammonium sulfate and sodium hydroxide!"

"What are the last four talking about? If you don't know how to write, just leave it blank! Just copy it all for me a few times!" The chemistry teacher stared at them.

The four of them can actually have four kinds of explanations. Wen Xiaoyu's thirst for knowledge was overwhelmed at this moment. He raised his hand and said, "Teacher, didn't you mention ammonium nitrate and sodium hydroxide in the last lesson?"

"That's ammonium sulfate and sodium hydroxide!" The chemistry teacher slapped the table, "I knew you would make a mistake! Wen Xiaoyu, copy it five more times for me!"

"... Oh." Wen Xiaoyu put down his hand embarrassingly, glanced at the other three who were holding back their laughter, and finally fell on the back of He Xiran's head, this guy was right.

Their group is the hardest-hit area. After the teacher corrected their various dictation, except for He Xiran who only copied it once, he, Gao Le and Xiaopang all copied it more than a dozen times. After a whole day, the things floating in front of them were not very regular. letter equations.

"Can you hurry up?" There was no club class on Thursday afternoon, and as soon as the school bell rang, He Xiran began to urge Wen Xiaoyu.

"Huh?" Wen Xiaoyu sorted out the equations he had finally copied and handed them to the class representative, and then glanced at the phone, which showed the message just sent by Wen Muchen.

-zaodianhuijia

Wen Xiaoyu closed her eyes and felt dizzy.

-haode

It seems that Wen Muchen has finished the painting and is in a hurry to give it to him.

Wen Xiaoyu smiled and put away her phone, seeing He Xiran coyly said: "Didn't you say to take me to the auditorium to report?"

"Go by yourself, I'm going to ask for leave today." Wen Xiaoyu quickly packed her schoolbag.

"No! You have to go with me!" He Xiran anxiously grabbed his schoolbag strap.

Wen Xiaoyu looked at his hands and raised an eyebrow at him.

He Xiran said, "It was you who told Mr. Liu to let me work in logistics, and also said to take me to report for work. You can't take your word for it."