delicate flowers and weeds

Fei Cao, who was about to leave, stopped for a moment, his hand was on the door frame, the blue veins on it showed the owner's mood: not clear.

Fei Cao almost laughed angrily.

The clay figurine is still angry, not to mention that he is not a clay figurine yet.

In fact, the best way is to stay away from that young master, and avoid these boring and ridiculous disputes as before.

What does other people's affairs have to do with him?

But this time, Fei Cao didn't follow their wishes.

He always wanted to do whatever Fei Cao wanted to do, and this was the first time someone stood up and ordered him to inform him.

Fei Cao thought, what are you?Is the Chen family in Nancheng some kind of extraordinary people?

He discovered a long time ago that he was different from others. He was indifferent to those frightening things, and he ignored those enviable and chasing powers, as if he could get them at his fingertips as long as he wanted them.

What a delusional joke this looks to others?

But Fei Cao really felt that there was a lot of power in his body, there was nothing he couldn't do in this world, it all depended on whether he was willing to do it or not.

After reading a lot of psychology books, he finally realized that he still unfortunately inherited the things that belonged to that scumbag: he has a personality disorder, is born indifferent and has no empathy, and even his blood is cold.

But he couldn't bear to look like that, so he disguised himself well.

He pretended to be an ordinary child when he was a child, an ordinary student when he was adolescence, and even pretended to be a manager when he was selling in bars.

Seeing him stunned, Chen Sinian thought he was afraid, and continued to add fire: "You can inquire about the name of the young master. Today, because you are Tang Hua's tablemate, I will give you some face, and I will not move you now." But don't be shameless, or I will let you get out of No. [-] Middle School, and there will be no place for you in Nancheng."

Fei Cao turned around and smiled, against the light, it was dangerous and unknown, she didn't say anything, then turned and left.

These words finally caused ripples in his heart, and finally a typhoon broke out on the perennially calm sea.

The little brother behind him flattered: "Brother Chen, that kid is afraid of you."

Chen Sinian waved his hand: "What's the matter, it's just something that can't be put on the stage." However, the other party's smile just now lingered in his mind for a long time.

Thinking that he seemed to be frightened by a lowly thing, Chen Sinian's noble face became a little grim, and he kicked over Fei Cao's table, only to feel that the stone in his heart was relieved.

He said harshly: "Find someone to watch this afternoon, if he still stays by Tang Hua's side, ask someone to follow him after school, and his legs will be crippled."

Tang Hua was woken up by Uncle Song. He took the handkerchief from Uncle Song and wiped his face before regaining consciousness: "Where's Zhou Rong?"

Uncle Song: "The kid said he couldn't sleep and went to the basketball court."

The basketball court of No. [-] Middle School can be described as luxurious. In the past two years, the large-scale competitions in Nancheng temporarily borrowed the court of No. [-] Middle School.

There are also special men's and women's basketball teams in the school, all of which are trained by national-level coaches. There are also students from ordinary backgrounds who are not good at learning, but they are selected because they play good basketball and are recruited into famous schools across the country.

At noon, there were also students forming field teams in pairs and groups, and went to the field to let off steam in their youthful enthusiasm.

There is still more than half an hour before class, Tang Hua took an umbrella and got out of the car alone. Behind him, Uncle Song shouted: "Hey, my little master, why are you going so early? The sun is the best now. Poison."

He jumped again and said, "Zhou Rong, a monkey, forgot to play basketball."

Tang Hua waved his hand at him: "I'll go first, Uncle Song. There are few people now."

He likes to be quiet, and if he wants to avoid crowds, he has to go early or stay late. The mainstay of the Tang family is still a businessman. For a businessman, time is money, so the children he teaches have the concept of time in their bones.

You can't be late, the young master can only leave early.

The corner of the classroom in Class 1 was a mess, and there were already four or five people in the class. Most of them came from poor backgrounds, relying solely on their grades, so they worked harder than others.

Fei Cao lifted the desk, bent down to pick up the books on the floor one by one, he blew the ashes seriously, his eyes were closed and he didn't know what to think, the sunlight outside the window shone on his face, it looked a little luminous, very pretty.

This is the scene when Tang Hua came in:

The students do their own things, they have nothing to do with themselves, they don't have a classmate in their eyes, they don't care what happened to him, and even feel that such a person deserves to be bullied.

And Fei Cao squatted alone, carefully tidying up the books on the floor, even the shadow behind her was stretched slender and lonely.

Tang Hua was suddenly very angry, and her voice became cold: "Who did it?"

As early as when a photo of him stirred up a storm of blood on the forum, a middle school student repeated him over and over again: the young master who is cherished by the Guimentang family, was born to stand at the end that most people can't reach in their lifetime It is a person who cannot be provoked, let alone provoked.

So these people in the class are afraid of him and hope to get his favor.

This time, seeing his gloomy face, the whole classroom was completely silent, no one dared to be that early bird.

Fei Chuanxiao smiled, it was the same when they first met, he was squatting, and the young master was standing with an umbrella, even the direction of the light was the same: "Why are you so angry, my little deskmate?"

Tang Hua put away the umbrella, feeling more irritating than basking outside in the sun, he opened Fei Cao's hand to pack the books: "Tell me, who did it? I'll tell him to roll over and pick it up for you."

Fei Cao can feel that the young master's hands are not strong, like an angry Persian cat, not even willing to scratch you hard.He had met Lu Ziye, the other person, before: "It's not a big deal."

Then continue to clean up the mess.

Tang Hua almost died of anger, he knocked the book that Fei Cao was holding in his arms to the ground again: "I said don't pick it up."

He felt his temples twitching: "Fei Cao, whoever made it will be cleaned up, why didn't he stop it if he kicked it? Why are you so good-tempered?"

Instead, Fei Cao coaxed him with a warm voice, her voice was low and soft: "It's very hot outside, at the same table, do you want some water? I'll get you a glass."

Seeing him being so kind and being bullied, and being surrounded by such voices, Tang Hua suddenly couldn't say anything.

The young master condescended to squat on the ground, and together with Fei Cao tidied up the books that were originally piled on the desk, feeling suddenly sore and sad:

He knew that this was Fei Cao's life.

He has suffered too much unfair bullying, and if he cares about everything, he can't care about it at all.

It seems that anyone can step on Fei Cao's head.

But...but it shouldn't be like this.

Fei Cao loves life so much, he is good-looking, has a good brain, and has a good personality. If he hadn't been born like this, and didn't have such a scumbag father, what a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses he would have been in the first place!

He should be the star of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School, the apex treasure of the teachers, and the object of the students' surroundings.

He worked so hard to improve, but unfortunately he still couldn't get rid of other people's colored glasses.

And when he finally broke free from the past and had a turbulent future, no one compensated him for his wanton and lively youth.

What's worse, after a thousand years, he will be sexually arranged/arranged by a woman with a broken brain, making the already bleak and lonely high school life even more unfortunate.

After packing up the books, Tang Hua sat on his desk without saying a word.

Until the person beside him poked him, a hand with well-defined knuckles pushed over a small card.

On the background of white paper is a stick figure drawn with a black marker pen, with a few strokes, smooth and energetic:

It's a cartoony white rabbit sulking in a corner.

Tang Hua was angry and happy, and then pushed over the comic-book-like cards one by one.

The last one is a photo of a little rabbit drinking orange juice, with words on it:

[Don't be angry, little deskmate, I'll bring you orange juice tomorrow, okay? 】

Tang Hua finally laughed out loud: "Who cares?"

Fei Cao approached him: "Don't be angry anymore? At the same table, you are really coaxing."

He has a very fresh smell. Every time he gets close to him, Tang Hua always has a feeling of being close to the sea. All the troubles and heat are swallowed by the sea air little by little, and he calms down. He said: "Who said I'm angry?"

Fei Cao looked at him: "Aren't you angry? My deskmate, I was bullied, why did you act like you were bullied?"

Tang Hua glanced at him, and the streamer turned around: "The person who can bully me in Nancheng hasn't been born yet!"

indeed.

Fei Cao nodded.

This young master was the most like a young master he had ever seen, with a demeanor and a coquettish attitude that a poor family would never be able to support; but he was also the most unlike a young master he had ever seen, too clean, without any domineering look.

He could have walked sideways, but he gave up this power and walked quietly like others.

He was born in a wealthy family, but he didn't get the color there.

Tang Hua is still here to remind: "Hey, Fei Cao, let me tell you, you are my deskmate, you are my person, if anyone bullies you in the future, he will hit me in the face, do you know that?"

The young master said this sentence very loudly, and the faces of everyone present turned pale:

Why did it happen that the young master fell into the eyes of the most humble person in the group?

Tang Hua said it on purpose for the people around her to listen to.

Since they are so indifferent, they don't regard Fei Cao as a human being at all, and they can't be friends, then get out of the way and don't try to make people unhappy.

Fei Cao laughed, suddenly he felt that it would be nice to have such a young master Jiao Hua as a friend.

As for the cruel words of the young master of the Chen family, "I can't eat and walk around", I completely fell on deaf ears.

In the international class, Chen Sinian frowned and really wanted to kick the door out, his brows and eyes were full of indelible gloom, his mobile phone was placed on the table openly, and the teacher didn't dare to take a look when he passed by.

The phone screen lit up, the sender's avatar was completely black, and the note read "Brother Yuan".

[Brother Yuan: Xiaohua really said that?It seems that his temper has become a lot wilder. 】

[Brother Yuan: But it's exciting, I like it. 】

【Brother Yuan: There are people in Nancheng who are not afraid of death?Who in the second generation of Quannan City doesn't know that Tang Hua is the person I want.But Si Nian, you are really good, just find someone to clean up in secret, if you insist on making trouble with your sister-in-law, make him angry. 】

[Chen Sinian: That kid is not a rich second generation, he is that young lady, do you know that?The murderer's son. 】

[Brother Yuan: The person who uses me will grind his bones today, if they are too hard, they will be smashed, give support to the suburban hospital, give him a place for the disabled, and let him get out of No. [-] Middle School by tomorrow. 】

[Chen Sinian: Alright brother, don't worry if you leave it to me. 】

[Chen Sinian: Brother Yuan, when are you coming back?My buddy will give you a welcome banquet. 】

Brother Yuan seems to be busy, and the speed of replying messages is getting slower and slower. After waiting for a long time, he sent a message:

[Brother Yuan: Fuck, I also want to go back early, I'm so anxious, the old man's affairs here can't be finished. 】

[Chen Sinian: What's the rush?Afraid that sister-in-law ran away with someone?Don't worry, my brothers will watch it for you. 】

[Brother Yuan: By the end of this month at the latest, the old man won’t let me buy a ticket and come back. Damn, I miss me so much, that heartless little bastard knew how much fun I was leaving. 】

[Chen Sinian: Sister-in-law is also true, Tang's villa is not good enough to stay, if he insists on coming to school, you don't know how many people are looking at him today. 】

[Brother Yuan: If I were here, I really want to gouge out their eyes.But forget it, Xiao Huaer is not yet an adult, so let him play as he pleases. When he turns eighteen and becomes my man, he will have to listen to me. If he wants to run outside again, I will buy him a Fastened with gold chains. 】

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Tang·Grass Guardian·Flower is online!

Grass is a bit colder than ordinary people, but usually controls himself very well, and competes with himself all the time.

You haven't seen other people's homes come to find fault, do you still choose to avoid it?