Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

When she got up the next morning, Wen Xiaoyu started sending messages to He Xiran.

-How about it?

He Xiran's message came back almost instantly: Grandma Wen's breakfast is much better than yours.

Wen Xiaoyu:?Did I ask about breakfast?

He Xiran: (laughing)

Wen Xiaoyu: What a joke, see you at the door in 10 minutes.

He Xiran: 15 minutes.

Wen Xiaoyu: Moji.

He put away his mobile phone, sat down at the dining table, and heard Wen Muchen, who was having breakfast, ask him: "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh." Wen Xiaoyu cleared his throat, buried his head in finishing his breakfast, snored his brother's head and went out.

The alley was quiet, Wen Xiaoyu leaned on the electric scooter and checked his neck again.Fortunately, the weather in early winter is getting colder every day, so he can wear a turtleneck sweater to cover his scars.

And this one was newly knitted by Grandma Wen for him. The wool is soft and skin-friendly, and it is very comfortable to wear on such a winter morning.

He straightened up, glanced at the big iron gate of the He family, and thought that He Xiran was not so lucky.

Last night, He Xiran's broken and bright picture resurfaced in his mind again, and he let out a breath of white air.

To be precise, that face has surfaced many times since last night, including in his dreams—

For a while, he provoked him wantonly: "Wen Xiaoyu, I want to beat you."

After a while, she sued him pitifully: "Wen Xiaoyu, why do you always bully me?"

The two faces switched back and forth like a split personality, which made him sleepless all night, and his mind is still in a mess.

He was in a state of chaos when he suddenly heard a soft knock on the iron gate of the He family, followed by a low cry of pain.

"Hastily, it hurts me to death..."

He Xiran grinned and walked out of the door. The moment he saw him, he quickly withdrew his expression and turned back to that proud young master.

"Didn't I say to come out after 15 minutes? Why are you coming out so early?"

The young master had gauze on his head, and he was still arrogant, like an aristocratic cat with its tail raised high.

"Come out and wait for you." Wen Xiaoyu said seriously.

He Xiran was stunned for a while, blinked his big eyes a few times, and asked with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "Really?"

"Well." Wen Xiaoyu said, "I discussed it with my grandma last night. If you are locked up, I will join hands with her to smuggle you out."

"How to smuggle?" He Xiran's eyes became brighter, and he leaned in front of him and asked curiously.

"Put it in your pocket and steal it out. Kittens are easy to steal, but they are easy to be scratched." Wen Xiaoyu said seriously.

"Wen Xiaoyu!" He Xiran wrinkled his face in anger, and shouted in a rough voice, "I will never believe your nonsense again!"

There was a bright smile on Wen Xiaoyu's face, obviously just now he had made up his mind not to bully him anymore, but as long as he saw him, he couldn't help it.

He Xiran's condition is actually not very good, he probably didn't sleep well at night, there are two green dark circles under his eyes, and he looks very tired.

In invisible places, there were more injuries of varying shades on his body.According to Wen Xiaoyu's experience, those injuries should be more painful today after fermenting overnight.

So his face and lips were a little pale. If his eyes were not lit up, he would look too weak.

"Then if I say, if I don't see you coming out this morning, I'm going to smash all the doors of your house, dig three feet to find you, snatch you here and take you away." Wen Xiaoyu's eyebrows slightly curved ,"Do you believe?"

After his words fell, He Xiran was speechless instead.Wen Xiaoyu didn't expect him to say anything, she took the schoolbag in his hand and put it on the scooter pedal, and drove him to school.

As soon as he stepped into the classroom door, he began to look over with probing eyes.

Gao Le asked first, "He Xiran, what's wrong with your head?"

Then many girls surrounded him, chattering and asking him if the wound was deep, or that his complexion was not very good, did he need some blush or something like that.

He Xiran was "overwhelmed by flattery", shook his head and lay down on the table, pretending to sleep.

Xiaopang asked Wen Xiaoyu very uniquely: "Brother Wen, did you finally hit him?"

"Get out." Wen Xiaoyu clicked his tongue, pointed to his face and asked, "Do I look like someone who hits people casually?"

"Like." The people around turned their faces and replied in unison at the same time.

He Xiran was lying on the table, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Wen Xiaoyu was helpless, it seemed like a joke, so it was a joke.

When Lao Zhao entered the class, he naturally also noticed He Xiran's abnormality, and called him out to talk in shock.Without even thinking about it, Wen Xiaoyu followed out consciously.

Old Zhao didn't think there was anything wrong, so he came up and asked Wen Xiaoyu: "Did you hit me?"

"?" Wen Xiaoyu was stunned, "You really think of me as the number one suspect?"

"The main thing is, if someone beats him, you definitely don't want to, and he is injured and you are not injured, it looks like you did it." Lao Zhao felt that his analysis was perfect, and nodded with satisfaction after speaking.

"Fortunately, you became a teacher and didn't become a judge. How many people would have died unjustly?" Wen Xiaoyu said.

"It's all bullshit! I won't be a teacher anymore, so I don't have to worry about you bastards anymore." Old Zhao slapped him, then touched the top of his head, and said angrily, "Tell me, what's going on?" ?”

"It's just..." Just as Wen Xiaoyu said two words, He Xiran gave him a warning look.

"You don't have to stare at him." Of course, Lao Zhao saw these little actions of the two of them, and asked He Xiran, "Since it was not beaten by outsiders, it is your family's business?"

"No." He Xiran immediately denied it, turned his face to the side and said, "I accidentally knocked it myself."

"Do you think I'm blind? Will someone knock themselves down like this?"

Old Zhao took a deep breath and continued, "Every time I visit your house, I will be 'invited' out by your grandmother. I really don't know about your family's affairs. But there is nothing that can't be solved. You have to cooperate with the teacher."

Next, He Xiran used his talent in acting to stage "Silence is Golden", which made Lao Zhao angry and pushed him back.

Wen Xiaoyu thought for a while, and said to Lao Zhao: "For the home visit, please work harder, I am optimistic about you."

Then he was also scolded back by Lao Zhao.

***

When the game was about to start in the afternoon, He Xiran developed a fever. Not only were the wounds on his body painful, but even his bones were sore.

His face was unnaturally red, and Wen Xiaoyu felt that he would smoke if the fever continued, so he decided to take him for a fever-reducing injection before the game started.

"I'm not going!" He Xiran immediately refused.

"The infirmary is not far away, so I can rush back to compete." Wen Xiaoyu frowned and said, "You can't say one, two, three when you go up like this."

After yesterday's competition, the top ten entered the final.The content of the final is divided into two parts: impromptu speech and defense, each of which is quite brain-intensive.

"One two three." He Xiran muttered a string of English numbers.

Wen Xiaoyu let out a "fuck" and said, "Are you really stupid?"

"Didn't you say that I can't say one, two, three when I go up, I'll tell you now." He Xiran raised his chin and said proudly.

"Okay, you are awesome." Wen Xiaoyu expressed his sincere affirmation to him.

But after pondering for a while, he felt something was wrong, he took a look at He Xiran, and asked tentatively: "He Xiran, aren't you afraid of injections?"

"I didn't!" He Xiran replied immediately.

He answered so loudly that all the contestants who were waiting nervously looked over.He has already endured a lot of similar gazes today, and he is almost immune, but Wen Xiaoyu's speculative gaze still makes him dare not look directly.

This made him feel even more guilty, Wen Xiaoyu looked at his erratic eyes, and understood.

Just as he was about to take him directly to the infirmary, the match had already been announced outside, so he couldn't even think about going.

The auditorium was full of enthusiasm, and there were more people than yesterday.I heard from Gao Le before that because of the performance of the two of them in the preliminary round, and the post about eating shit while standing upside down on the post bar, today's finals attracted the attention of all students in the school.

This also attracted the attention of the school leaders. They took this opportunity to decide to suspend the last two classes of the first and second grades in the afternoon, and collectively organize to watch the competition.

When Wen Xiaoyu came to the stage, he found that not only were all the seats full, but even the aisles and corners were full of students carrying stools to sit down, crowding the entire auditorium.

He also saw the cheerful face of the teaching director sitting under the stage, the supportive smiles of Teacher Yu and Cheng Wenwen, and the figure of Lao Zhao holding up the camera and snapping at him.

He ranked ahead of He Xiran in the draw this time, and as soon as he stood still on the stage, deafening applause and applause erupted from the audience, which was unprecedented for the previous contestants.

Wen Xiaoyu's head was buzzing, and he was ashamed when he heard the leader of the seventh class, calling him "Brother Wen", and secretly slandered these hot-blooded teenagers in the second grade.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was still competing, he would have wanted to run off the stage and grab Gao Le and Xiaopang, who were the loudest, and give them a punch.

Holding the microphone, he held out a hand to signal them "enough".

Unexpectedly, this silly hat posture was quite effective, as if he cast a spell on the voices in the audience, all of them stopped abruptly, without a single mistake.

Sure enough, the second disease still needs to be treated with the second method.

The timekeeper reminded him to start timing, and he didn't even need to adjust his emotions, he directly entered the speech state.Because the topic of the impromptu speech he drew was also very secondary——

We can change the world.

In the past, Wen Xiaoyu never thought of changing the world. Even though he had become a household name in domestic and foreign film circles at that time, he still believed that people should pay more attention to their inner world.

Instead of changing the world, start by changing yourself.

But after he came to this script world, his mentality gradually changed.

There are more and more people around him, lovely classmates, selfless teachers, kind friends, warm family members, and a kitten that blows fur all day long.

It would be great, he thought, if his presence could change their world a bit.If the changes are good changes, all the better.

The speech and defense in his mouth were proceeding steadily, and he smiled calmly at the thought of catching that red-hot kitten for an injection.

The final defense session ended successfully, and Wen Xiaoyu bent down and bowed.This time he has a wealth of experience, and before the outbreak of the second disease on a large scale, he stepped off the stage at a faster speed.

"Wen Xiaoyu." Lin Ningxin waited anxiously at the entrance of the stage, and when he saw him coming, she went up to him and said, "He Xiran fainted just now, he..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Xiaoyu rushed over quickly, without the slightest trace of her stable appearance on the stage just now.

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He himself is the hard rock.

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