my vegetable boyfriend

Yang Ziqian stared blankly at the small hands and the long bamboo chopsticks. He didn't realize what happened for a long time, until a powerful slap fell on the head.

"Ah!" Yang Ziqian felt a pain in his head, and then raised his head while covering his head, and his first glance shocked himself again.

"I said, did you not get enough beatings yesterday? You didn't eat breakfast well, and everything you picked up was full of rice grains. Who are you giving face to? Get up and stop eating. I still don't believe me. I'll miss you, little bastard!" Mo Yu growled gloomyly, and knocked the chopsticks off Yang Ziqian's hand when he went up.

"Little...uncle?!" Yang Ziqian looked at the person in front of him incredulously, and almost jumped into his arms excitedly.But after he saw the other party's expression clearly, he quickly stopped his movements.

"Heh, return the little uncle! It's not easy to call me grandpa!" The little uncle sneered and was about to come forward to arrest Yang Ziqian. The smooth movements were so familiar to Yang Ziqian that he couldn't be more familiar. It was clearly the one who got spanked every time. Prelude.However, just when Yang Ziqian was worried about the safety of his buttocks, he heard the little uncle's howling in pain.

"Hey, I'm going, Dad! Why are you beating me!" The little uncle held his legs, and shouted unwillingly to the grandfather who had just entered the kitchen.

"Grandpa!" Yang Ziqian was half-excited and half-lucky and hid behind his grandfather, hugging his thigh and never letting go.

The old man looked at the grandson who had suddenly "recovered" in surprise, and was stunned for a while, and then when he saw the red eyes of the other party, he felt so distressed that he squatted down and hugged the child, "It's okay, it's okay, be good Oh...don't run out by yourself in the future, you were so worried about us yesterday, do you know, did grandpa beat you up yesterday? Don't cry if grandpa is wrong..." said the old man Gently patted Yang Ziqian's butt.

Just when grandpa patted his butt, a long-lost "swelling pain" suddenly rose, which shocked Yang Ziqian, who was still immersed in excitement at that time, and immediately froze in place.

Even teenagers have never had the experience of being "slapped and swollen"! ! !My God! ! !

"Dad! You can't spoil him! You know what to do after playing truant at such a young age!! If you don't beat him up, he has no memory!" The little uncle groaned as he touched his leg that had been swung with a cane, which shocked Yang Ziqian. Shocking. "Yesterday", "Playing Back at School"...Yang Ziqian felt that he seemed to be on the right time now......

"What are you yelling, you are yelling! It's endless, isn't it! I've chatted with my eldest grandson yesterday, okay! You beat me again as soon as you come back! What's wrong!! I can't speak well, right!! When you were young, you skipped classes, played truant, and fought less often? I almost beat you to death, but I didn’t see you remember!!! Let me see you beat my grandson and break your legs.” The old man protected Yang Ziqian behind him, while Bang Roar stomped vigorously on the ground with his cane.

"..." The little uncle blushed from being choked by some words, and couldn't utter a word.

Yang Ziqian looked at this scene in surprise and couldn't help but wonder in his heart. In his impression, he didn't seem to have seen such a humble little uncle?Could it be that he forgot when he grew up? ...It is also possible in this way, after all, my little uncle is only in his early twenties at this time, and he is still a stupefied youth...and I am a kid... ...

"Okay, has Xiaoqian finished eating? Let's go to school after eating..." The old man stopped caring about his younger son, who had the same temper as when he was young, and said nicely while stroking Yang Ziqian's head.

"Ah? Going to school?" Yang Ziqian, who had just woken up for a while, hadn't figured out the situation, subconsciously asked his doubts.

"It's okay if you don't want to go to school!" The old man thought that Yang Ziqian didn't want to go to school again today, so he immediately put on a straight face.

"Ah, I'm going to school, bye bye grandpa, bye bye bye bye uncle" Yang Ziqian saw the old man's downcast face, which was scarier than his little uncle's, and instantly turned into a good baby. ran out.

"Hey..." Looking at the child who went out, the old man sighed heavily.

"Did the second sister write a letter recently?" Mo Yu anxiously wanted to reach out for a cigarette, but after seeing the old man's thick mahogany walking stick, he retracted his hand holding back the craving for cigarettes.

"No, it's been a long time since I called... I don't know what's going on now... It's such a big person and it's worrying... Hey... ..." As the old man spoke, his shoulders withered unconsciously, and he looked a little older in an instant.

Looking at his father's appearance, Mo Yu scratched his head and scratched his head for a long time, but he couldn't hold back a word of comfort, "...tsk, I went to work... When my mother comes back from the morning market, you ask him to take Yang Ziqian's pants Make up for Oh, I accidentally broke it yesterday..."

When the old man heard this, his eyes immediately widened, and he swung his crutch over. Mo Yu had already made preparations, and walked out through the crack of the door after speaking.

"Little bastard!!!!"

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Unaccustomed to walking on short legs, Yang Ziqian walked towards the school while wearing small clothes that did not conform to his own aesthetics at all.

What the hell is going on? !Didn't I get "broken" yesterday?Why is this alive again...is this considered to be possessed by a ghost?Is it just attached to yourself? .....No, no, no...the "self" at this time and the "self" in the future should be regarded as different "individuals"....Then where is the "self" that should be in this body? ?Won't you be pushed away by yourself? ! !And Xia Kun! !When I "died" yesterday, I saw the heartbroken and crazy state of the other party... Now that I think about it, I am really worried, maybe something will happen...

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic Yang Ziqian grabbed his hair in a panic, cursing fiercely in his heart at that fat man who attacked him yesterday!He was sure that his "death" must have something to do with the other party!

"...Yang...Ziqian...Yang Ziqian..." The whisper sounded in Yang Ziqian's ear, Yang Ziqian turned his head abruptly, and saw a fair boy with a small leather bag and leather shoes greeting him...?

"Ahhh...good morning...that...hahaha..." Yang Ziqian recalled that the other party should be his classmate with his scattered memories, but he really couldn't think of the other party's name and other information stand up.

"Morning...good morning..." The little boy's delicate and fair face flushed slightly, and his voice was as low as a mosquito, so that Yang Ziqian had to put his head close to the other party's side to hear him clearly.

Seeing Yang Ziqian approaching, the child looked like a frightened little rabbit, and his body shook like a sieve.

Yang Ziqian "......"

After walking together for five or six minutes, neither of them spoke again.Yang Ziqian didn't know what to say, and that kid was probably shy?Yang Ziqian, who really couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere, had an idea and asked the child, "What homework did we leave yesterday, let me have a look..."

The child was nervous for a moment when he was suddenly approached, then lowered his head and nodded, and took out two small notebooks from his small leather bag.

Yang Ziqian took the notebook into his hands, pretending to see the name on it casually - Long Chenggang...

Long Chenggang!What a man's name... Yang Ziqian looked at Xiaoben with twitching corners of his mouth, then at the child who was peeking at him, shivering.

He had a little impression of this person. He seemed to be a transfer student from the fourth grade. He had a soft personality and didn't have a strong sense of presence. He didn't know anything else.

"Oh~ Thank you Xiaogang classmate." Yang Ziqian habitually put on the appearance of an adult treating a child, and his tone was extremely gentle. If he was not a little shorter than the other party now, he would definitely have slapped the other party's head directly.

"No..No..It's all right..." Long Cheng just shook his little hands in a panic, and stuffed the notebook back into his schoolbag indiscriminately, his whole face was so red that it was about to smoke.

Yang Ziqian "......"

Along the way, Yang Ziqian asked a lot about the current situation in the class, including his usual state, courses, teachers, etc... There is no way, he is always full of Xia Kun at school I don't have time to deal with "myself" at all.Apart from being idle and having nothing to do to tease "myself", I really don't know much about the rest.

Along the way, the two met several classmates when they were about to arrive at school. Yang Ziqian, relying on his adult IQ (T^T) and "excellent" "communication skills", could tell a few children I fooled myself into being my "good friend", and took the opportunity to basically understand the general situation.

"He" is no longer the monitor of the class at this time, and his popularity in the class is only average. It is said that "he" has been very "gloomy" recently, and he doesn't like to take the initiative to talk to others. He likes to bicker with teachers and choke with classmates. ......And the only thing that makes me stand out now is.......As a value student, I am still very good. It is said that I am the only low-grade value week that deducts points for the sixth grade every day born.........

Listening to the "self" in other people's stories, Yang Ziqian panicked... Isn't this a proper early stage of autism...

To Yang Ziqian, the feeling of following a large group of elementary school students into the school with a whimper was really indescribable.Yang Ziqian, who was eager to see how Xia Kun was doing, quietly fell behind everyone, and then ran in from the lobby on the first floor while others were not paying attention, and went straight to Class Six on the left side of the first floor.

"Yang Ziqian! Yang Ziqian, you were late for the morning meeting..."

When Yang Ziqian heard someone calling him, he hurriedly turned his head to look.I saw a girl with a slender figure, a head taller than him, and a waist-length ponytail walking towards him, waving the Zhousheng armband.

"Ah... Senior sister..." Yang Ziqian couldn't remember the other party's name, so he tentatively greeted him with his mouth stiff.

"Yo~ Why are you so polite today, don't you usually call Ren Li one by one," the girl raised her eyebrows and threw an armband over.

"Hey, thank you Sister Ren Li." Yang Ziqian took the armband and guessed the general situation.Although he didn't identify the person after he knew the name of the other party, he speculated that the other party should also be a weekly student, and he should have a good relationship with him. No, she helped him get the armband for him who didn't have the morning meeting.

"Okay, in the future when I have something to do, you can just stand in for me for a while, let's go, get on duty, oh yes, you should hide your schoolbag first, the counselor just passed by, let her hold it later You will be scolded for being late." The girl finished speaking in a blunt tone, and led Yang Ziqian to the other side of the corridor.

Looking at Class [-] of Six Years who was getting farther and farther away from him, Yang Ziqian wanted to cry but had no tears.

After being taken to the corridor on the third floor, Ren Li walked to the west side, leaving Yang Ziqian on the east side.Looking at this familiar place, Yang Ziqian suddenly realized... Isn't this the place where he and Xia Kun met for the first time......

And at this moment, a bald boy dressed in flashy clothes came out of the toilet with a small cigarette in his mouth. That scene was really... so familiar... ...

But ah but...Yang Ziqian clearly remembers that the time he was beaten in elementary school was in the first semester of the fourth grade, but he should be in the second semester of the fourth grade now, and it is the morning reading time this morning. The beating was supposed to be during recess...? .....What's happening here? ? ...God.....you must not tell me this is fate!I wouldn't even believe it if you beat me to death!

"Hey! Which class are you in! Smoking is not allowed in the hallway!" Before Yang Ziqian realized it, the words had already come out of his own mouth, but he was sure that he was not the one who controlled his thoughts to say these words.

I rely on me!

Yang Ziqian immediately turned pale with fright, the feeling that his body was out of control was really weird.But the situation at this time was too much to think about, the bald man had already walked over with a fierce face after hearing Yang Ziqian's unkind words.

[Damn it's this brat again!Points were deducted by him last semester!If it weren't for the boss in the class saying that he might not be able to find the valued Zhou Sheng, I would have already encouraged the class to beat him up!Last time, because of this incident, I was complained by many people in the class!grass!Damn boy!The boss in the class today has something to do at home and didn't come!I can't believe I can't beat you this time! 】Zhao Qi glared at Yang Ziqian viciously, and came over shaking his arms.

Stupid X secondary disease~~ You will not remember if you don’t get beaten a few times~~ Yang Ziqian temporarily suppressed the panic caused by the strange situation just now, raised his chin and looked provocatively at the oncoming gangster, what does he look like? Why not flat.

"Hey, hey, hey! Come and have a look... The weekly student on our floor is going to be awesome again..." In a corner that Yang Ziqian didn't notice, a group of junior students The radish heads rushed to the door and window sills, and it became lively as you talked to each other.