bad kid

Ruan Zhimu came out of the room: "Finish?"

Yan Yue: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu sat down at the table and picked up the last piece of toast: "Then I'll eat it."

Yan Yue: "Who was on the phone just now?"

Ruan Zhimu said vaguely: "A friend, you met the day you came."

Yan Yue: "He seems very angry."

Ruan Zhimu: "It's nothing, he's angry about getting up, he got up early in the morning, and his temper exploded."

Yan Yue: "It's very angry to be so angry when you wake up."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

You are a playboy with an overly tempered temper, and you have the guts to speak ill of others.

Yan Yue: "He heard you asking me if it hurts and if there is bleeding under the waist, so he suddenly lost his temper, why?"

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue looked at him inquiringly: "Did he misunderstand us?"

Ruan Zhimu quickly interrupted: "No."

He had an uncomfortable feeling that Yan Yue was consciously leading the topic and prying into his private affairs.

He didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose by a child younger than himself.

Ruan Zhimu took up the posture of an elder, and said sternly: "Haven't you done your homework on the weekend? Do your best to study. Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked. Your mind is distracted."

Yan Yue went back to the room, Ruan Zhimu heaved a sigh of relief.

Just now when I explained to Zhan Zihang in the room, I almost had another big fight.

Zhan Zihang thought he was cheating, and immediately said that he would buy a plane ticket to come back.

Ruan Zhimu showed him the chat records, travel records, and hospital visit records with the class teacher last night, and vowed that if he cheated, there would be lightning strikes, and Zhan Zihang would die.

Although the surface calmed down, Zhan Zihang was dubious: "...So, you helped that kid take a bath last night?"

Ruan Zhimu: "...What are you thinking, you just wiped it with a towel."

Zhan Zihang: "Did you take off your pants?"

Ruan Zhimu: "No."

Zhan Zihang snorted: "So what if he takes it off, he's a brat, what's so important about his figure, can he still be bigger than me?"

Ruan Zhimu didn't answer.

He doesn't like this kind of joke very much, Yan Yue is a minor after all.

Zhan Zihang seemed to feel it too, so he stopped talking and didn't say any more.

They communicated through the video, and Zhan Zihang showed him his rented house. From the window, he could see the narrow and narrow streets of Kowloon Tong. The sky was filled with gray grids, leaving only a blue line like tape.

Ruan Zhimu: "It feels...not as good as City A."

"Of course," Zhan Zihang smiled, "I will exchange for a year, and I will go back soon. This kind of place is only suitable for short-term living. If I want to live here for the rest of my life, it will not kill me."

He apologized again for not telling him about the exchange in advance.

Ruan Zhimu: "Okay, it's not that I won't let you go."

Zhan Zihang moved closer to the screen, and the hustle and bustle of the streets of Kowloon Tong became very small.

Zhan Zihang whispered: "I'm not, I'm afraid you ignore me. You are the big leader of the family. If I offend you, I will not have a good life."

Ruan Zhimu: "You have gone to Hong Kong, so you are still afraid of this."

Zhan Zihang smiled: "Sure enough, you are still unhappy? I swear, swear, okay, I will discuss with you first when I make any decisions in the future, and I will never make my own decisions... Baby Mumu."

Ruan Zhimu laughed and scolded him: "Don't be disgusting."

The atmosphere that had been stalemate for several days finally eased.

Zhan Zihang showed him his computer, and complained that he was careless in class the day before yesterday and broke the computer. Those who are not familiar with the place do not know where to repair it. It is said that labor in Hong Kong is very expensive.

Ruan Zhimu hesitated for a while seeing the pitiful appearance of the computer keyboard: "Is the money enough?"

Zhan Zihang smiled embarrassedly, but said nothing.

Zhan Zihang's parents are ordinary workers, and their monthly living expenses are only [-] yuan. After he started to apply for scholarships in his sophomore year, he had a little more money, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

Ruan Zhimu didn't say anything, clicked on the dialog box, and transferred 1000 yuan to him.

Zhan Zihang became more excited when he saw it: "I will return it to you as soon as I have more money."

Ruan Zhimu wanted to tell Zhan Zihang about the special coupons. The group-buying food coupons he bought a few weeks ago were originally planned to eat with Zhan Zihang after school started, but he went to Hong Kong, so he probably had to return them.

But Zhan Zihang said that class was about to start, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Ruan Zhimu could only swallow the words.

-

Ruan Zhimu has a job at ten o'clock in the morning. A shopping mall on Renmin Road is holding a summer sale of home appliances. Let him host it. It is the kind of activity where the host invites the audience to experience the product on stage, answers questions and wins prizes, and attracts customers.

Ruan Zhimu is familiar with hosting this kind of event, so he flipped through the script and typed up the draft.

He went to knock on Yan Yue's door: "I have a job in the mall, and I'll be back around two or three in the afternoon. You can order takeaway at noon or eat in a store outside."

Yan Yue sat at the desk and played games without turning his head.

The phone on the table suddenly lit up.

Yan Yue took a look: "Yan Minghua sent me a message saying that he wanted to make a video with me."

Ruan Zhimu: "That's good, Mr. Yan must have missed you."

He thought to himself, with Yan Yue's temperament, he might be a little shy and awkward, and boys of this age are like this.

Yan Yue turned his head.

Ruan Zhimu looked at the bruise on Yan Yue's face and fell into deep thought.

Hold.

How could he forget, how could Yan Minghua see Yan Yue's face.

Yan Minghua might have to sever the teacher-student relationship with him on the spot.

It is said that he was asked to educate Yan Yue casually, but how much Yan Minghua loves this nephew, how could Ruan Zhimu not know.

Ruan Zhimu: "...then find a reason to refuse."

"It's not necessary," Yan Yue said, "My uncle also cares about me and wants to see me, why should I refuse."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Now it's an intimate "my uncle" one bite at a time.

Yan Yue was probably a blacksmith in his previous life, Ruan Zhimu thought, otherwise why would he like selling swords so much in this life.

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to speak up: "Teacher Yan will feel that I haven't taken good care of you."

Yan Yue: "Indeed, star fruit is not eaten."

Ruan Zhimu: "I went to school yesterday to pick you up and take a bath for you. That's how you repay me."

He bit his lower lip, his eyes flickered, making a pitiful look.

Ruan Zhimu thought to himself, see if I don't disgust you to death.

Yan Yue paused, his fingers trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

It seems to work well.

Ruan Zhimu was satisfied.

Yan Yue: "...then you have to show something."

Ruan Zhimu remembered the discount coupons that were about to expire, and reluctantly said: "Later in the afternoon, when I finish my work, I will treat you to Thai food."

Yan Yue considered for a moment: "It's a deal."

He returned a message to Yan Minghua, tapping his finger on the screen.

Ruan Zhimu couldn't help asking, "What did you say?"

Yan Yue: "I said, the camera is broken, so there is no way to video."

Ruan Zhimu: "Can Teacher Yan believe this kind of reason?"

"No," Yan Yue said, "I haven't found a reason before. If I said I don't want to make a video, he won't force it anymore."

Ruan Zhimu: "...So you were fucking kidding me just now, weren't you?"

"Reciprocity," Yan Yue lazily said, "You opened my wound last night with your ass, and my wound still hurts now."

After a pause, "Do you often sit on people like this?"

What an inexplicable question.

Ruan Zhimu: "...It was just that I didn't stand firmly at that time."

At that time, my face was almost on the ground, and being pulled back by someone, it was naturally like grabbing a life-saving straw, and I quickly sat still if I could.

"Oh," Yan Yue stood up, "Let's go to the mall."

-

The location of Xinghui shopping mall is not very good, and it is also very old, the walls are old, and the flow of people is much less than that of the newly opened shopping malls in the city center.

A person-high stage was set up on the square outside the mall, covered with a red carpet, with some electric fans and rice cookers on the stage, and a dozen or so people stood sparsely under the stage.

Ruan Zhimu yelled hard on it for a long time, and even left one.

"Then when did our Xinghui Mall open, does anyone know?"

More than a dozen uncles and aunts in the audience looked at him expressionlessly.

Ruan Zhimu smiled all over his face: "Guess what! If you guess correctly, you can take these three bags of washing powder home!"

The audience was still silent.

Ruan Zhimu winked at Yan Yue in the audience, wanting to make trouble for him.

Yan Yue probably felt ashamed, so he turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid that the embarrassment would strike and find a crack in the ground.

But Ruan Zhimu is different.

As long as I have no skin, no one can embarrass me.

No one answered, so he asked one-on-one questions, chatting with uncles and aunts in dialect, and if he answered correctly, he could take away a bag of eggs.

Dialect is the fastest way to get closer to the locals.

Egg-free has an uncanny appeal to seniors.

Although Ruan Zhimu is young, he has quickly learned the local dialect after two years in City A. He is quite skilled in hosting events.

Ten minutes later, the scene became more active, and the store manager's frown relaxed.

The store manager asked the employees: "Where did this guy come from? His professional level is good."

"I heard that it was introduced by the wedding company. A nearby college student. I saw him last time in Longteng Plaza. He was presiding over the opening ceremony."

"Also, the last time my classmate got married, he was actually the master of ceremonies. He had to welcome the guests, make the scene warm, and preside over the wedding. I don't know if it's because of lack of money, so desperate."

This kind of pheasant host with no reputation and no establishment, the remuneration for hosting a show is only five or six hundred, and he keeps talking that his voice may become hoarse after an event.

While the two were talking, a tall and thin boy stood not far away, playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

It looks out of place among a bunch of uncles and aunts.

Obviously, he seemed to have no interest in the event and no willingness to participate, but he never left.

The cake shop employee next to him wanted to go up to sell new products, seeing the boy's cold side face and horrific bruises, he was not sure if he was a street gangster, so he didn't dare to go forward.

-

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when the event ended.

Ruan Zhimu was surprised when he saw Yan Yue: "You didn't leave?"

Yan Yue: "Waiting for you to treat me to dinner."

"I won't let it go," Ruan Zhimu said with an air of indifference, "Let's go, let's go, take the subway, I'm afraid it will cost dozens of yuan by taxi."

On the subway, Ruan Zhimu asked Yan Yue: "How is it? Seeing me work, how do you feel?"

Yan Yue: "No."

"I don't have any feelings or anything? I've worked so hard for a long time, and I only earn a few hundred," Ruan Zhimu sighed,

"It's better to study, as long as you are responsible for studying hard, you don't have to think about anything else... That's it, there are people who don't know the blessings in the blessings."

Yan Yue: "Are you talking about me?"

Ruan Zhimu: "I didn't say anything, so don't take your seat."

Yan Yue remained expressionless: "Take care of yourself."

Ruan Zhimu shrugged and shut up in time.

The little wolf is too ferocious, and he can't persuade him for a while, just make sense of it.

Ruan Zhimu hasn't come out for a meal for a long time. He looked at the price and planned to order the set meal with the lowest price.

Yan Yue clattered and ordered a bunch of soup and grilled shrimp.

Ruan Zhimu: "...the co-author is not your treat, is it?"

"Indeed," Yan Yue said, "I just like the way you are reluctant and forced to do it."

……abnormal.

After Ruan Zhimu ordered, he lay down on the table and waited for the food to be served.

Yan Yue: "You are such a picky person, you are really willing to invite me to dinner."

"You think I'm happy," Ruan Zhimu said weakly, "If it wasn't for Zhan Zihang who forced him to go to Hong Kong..."

Yan Yue froze his hand to remove the disposable chopsticks: "So, you planned to eat with him?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Yes."

Yan Yue: "He doesn't eat, so, is it my turn?"

Why does this sound so strange.

Ruan Zhimu is not used to his temper: "If you like to eat or not, if you don't eat, you will crawl. It's up to you."

Yan Yue frowned, looking unhappy.

When the food came out, I picked it up for a round, and refused to eat it after eating a few chopsticks.

Ruan Zhimu didn't know why he was so nervous, and he didn't care if he pulled his face, he ate and drank two bottles of cold beer.

In the end, he lay down on the table, too drunk to walk.

Yan Yue sat opposite and commented coldly: "It really is a fly restaurant. The ingredients are cheap, the taste is unpalatable, and the soup is greasy. It is really suitable for people like you."

Ruan Zhimu was unconscious, couldn't understand what he was saying, and didn't even bother to look at it.

Yan Yue hit the cotton with his fist, and sat on the seat sulking.

Waiter: "Sir, what is the bill..."

Yan Yue: "Ask him."

Waiter: "The gentleman seems to have fallen asleep."

Yan Yue: "..."

Yan Yue coughed: "He seems to have something... a voucher."

Because he has never used this kind of thing, he is very inexperienced.

The waiter was still looking at him. He had no choice but to stand up and touch Ruan Zhimu's phone.

Ruan Zhimu was lying on the table, with his hands folded into a circle, his head on his arms, and his mobile phone was placed in the circle formed by his arms.

This is a detail that most people don't notice.

Yan Yue has become more and more familiar with his behavior style recently, and he can roughly guess that this is a subconscious physical reaction to prevent the phone from being stolen, and hide the phone in a safe place.

There is a gap between Ruan Zhimu's head and arm.

Yan Yue's hand went in, and the next second, Ruan Zhimu opened his eyes.

His eyes were a little wet and red, as if he had just cried.

Ruan Zhimu's skin was originally fair, but after being smelled of alcohol, his cheeks turned pink like blush.

Yan Yue: "..."

The back of his hand was suddenly covered with something scorching hot.

Ruan Zhimu grabbed his hand.

Because of doing homework and holding the microphone all the year round, Ruan Zhimu had a thin layer of calluses on the edge of his palm, covering the back of his hand, which was very clear, as if he was deliberately rubbing against the back of his hand.

Yan Yue: "... let go."

Ruan Zhimu: "What are you doing?"

Yan Yue: "Take the mobile phone, the voucher, and pay the bill."

Ruan Zhimu closed his eyes and pressed his temples for a while, and finally woke up slightly: "Oh yes..."

He touched it for a while, but his mind was not clear and he couldn't see the phone screen clearly, so he had to hand the phone to Yan Yue: "You pay for me, jump to the payment interface later, and I'll just press the fingerprint."

Yan Yue: "Are you afraid that I will take the opportunity to steal your money?"

"Don't be afraid," Ruan Zhimu said softly, "You still... hiccup... kid... kids won't do bad things."

Yan Yue's hanging hand suddenly trembled slightly.

With the help of the waiter, he quickly operated the voucher verification and payment interface, and settled the bill smoothly.

"Idiot," Yan Yue returned the phone to him, slightly disgusted, and said softly, "How can you call a high school kid."

But Ruan Zhimu was already asleep, and probably didn't hear him.

Occasionally, he made two babbles in his mouth, silly, wondering if he was reminiscing about the delicious meal tonight.

The author says:

Children will not do bad things, but they will do bad things to you (x