I really didn't seduce him

In Fang Yanwei's impression, the bookworm surnamed Lu was not good at speech and didn't like to socialize.

I'm not familiar with it, but I can understand it.

Then why was he almost caught in the eyes of the sieve?

Unique temperament?

"God of the road, the folk customs here, it seems..." He tentatively asked, "It's not very simple."

Lu Zhi responded lightly: "En."

Do I look very hateful, Fang Yanwei couldn't help thinking.

The student activity center is a row of low bungalows. There are few students passing by in this area, and the eaves and walls are becoming more and more dilapidated.

Fang Yanwei heard a middle-aged man practicing singing from a distance.

All emotion, no artifice.

Ugly.

"This way." Lu Zhi pushed open a door, patted him on the back, and signaled him to go in.

The half-white-haired middle-aged man was holding a sheet of music, and was sitting at his desk drinking tea. When he saw the two of them entering, he sprayed out a mouthful of tea.

"Sit, sit!"

"Director Wang." Lu Zhi's voice was calm, "Long time no see."

Director Wang laughed nervously.

"Director Wang." Fang Yanwei was unrestrained, stretched out his feet and hooked a plastic stool and sat down by himself, with his left foot resting in the middle of the chair, with a loose and presumptuous expression, "Fang Yanwei, you're here to show off."

So my mother is here to perform, what are you talking about?

"Tell me." Lu Zhi's voice sounded behind him, "I'll wait outside."

"Can you do it?" Fang Yanwei was not at ease.

"En." Lu Zhi closed the office door.

In the small room of about ten square meters, only Fang Yanwei and Director Wang were left.

Director Wang stopped shaking, it seemed that the door was open and the wind was leaking.

Fang Yanwei took out the pipa from the piano case: "Lu Zhi was here before, and his grades are also super good? He was the first in the old exam."

Director Wang glanced at the last column of the previous report card: "Yeah."

Director Wang behaved a little strangely, but Fang Yanwei didn't dislike him.

Most of the teachers, the first time they saw him, would be the first to classify him as a bad student.

Director Wang was very gentle, and after hearing him pluck a few strings, he even praised him for his knowledge and understanding.

This old man is interesting.

"Student Fang, I'm going to order your show. Let's add a contact information and practice first." Director Wang said kindly, "You can see that the atmosphere in our school is very bad, and there can't be anything too tall. The show needs a little classmate with a sense of literature and art to support the stage."

Fang Yanweixin said that you have found the wrong person, I am not the one who hangs up with literature and art.

But he noticed another message.

"Isn't the atmosphere in Thirteen High School not good?" Isn't it a habitat for nerd populations with lush water and grass?

"Not ideal." Director Wang said tactfully, "Our school has a lot of room for improvement, not as good as Luyu Middle School."

When Fang Yanwei left the director's place, his head was still buzzing.

"Lu Zhi?" He pushed the door open.

Lu Zhi wasn't here, but at the playground not far away, there was a figure in the uniform of Luyu Middle School, surrounded by several people.

"When you go back to live with your mother, you're not as comfortable as before. They don't really treat you well, don't they..."

"Yeah, brother Zhi, you're not here, the thirteenth high school is so boring."

"Brother Zhi, do you want to have a drink tonight? I invite you."

When Fang Yan only walked over, he just heard a tail.

Seven or eight girls with heavy makeup and black short skirts surrounded Lu Zhi, their fingers painted with red nail polish rested on Lu Zhi's sleeves, and the ending sound was very long.

Lu Zhi's face was frosty, unmoved, his school uniform was so neat that no wrinkles could be seen, and he stood quietly among the few people.

His Xueba, seems to have fallen into the Pansi Cave?

"Little handsome guy." A girl whistled at him, "Together?"

Fang Yanwei's scalp went numb.

That's his student bully who is as pure as a little white flower, who fell into the pansi hole and was gnawed until there was no bone left?

I can't do it, I have to get it back.

"I'm sorry." He twitched the corner of his mouth, "Lu Shen still has to study tonight."

He pushed the road stick and left the playground quickly.

I saw a ghost, what kind of devilish place is No. [-] High School, all ghosts and monsters are gathered here.

In this kind of environment, Lu Zhi is simply a little white flower that emerges from the mud without staining it.

On the way out of No. [-] Middle School, those eyes seemed to be twice as many.

Fang Yan only had the illusion that he was living in the forest at night, with wolf eyes glowing green everywhere.

However, he is more or less a new school bully in Luyu.

He's scared shit.

"Let's go." Lu Zhi said.

Fang Yanwei, carrying the piano case on his back, left the school with Lu Zhi safely.

Lu Zhi didn't ask his family's car to pick him up, and the two got on the No. 331 bus together in front of the No. [-] Middle School.

It was the evening rush hour after get off work, and there were many people on the bus, either office workers or students.

Fang Yanwei had quick eyesight and quick hands, found an empty seat, occupied it, and grabbed Lu Zhi's school uniform, letting Lu Zhi sit down.

It is a single seat near the window.

Lu Zhi: "?"

"Don't fall." Fang Yanwei helped himself up, "You are the top students, all of you are precious."

He was a little apologetic.

Such a cold and spotless Lu Zhi must not like places like Thirteen High School.

He also forced people to go back.

Fang Yanwei: "Lu Shen, those people just now, did they all beat you?"

The bus shook, braked suddenly, and stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

He was busy feeling guilty, lost his grip, staggered, and fell forward.

A hand reached out, hooked around his waist, and pulled him back a little.

He tripped and fell on Lu Zhi's legs, with the heels of his palms propped between Lu Zhi's legs, and his waist bumped against Lu Zhi's.

He raised his head in a daze, and looked at Shang Lu Zhi with calm eyes, and Lu Zhi's right hand was still on his waist.

He left again in an instant.

"Thank you Xueba." He braced himself and stood up by himself.

"En." Lu Zhi's eyes stopped on his palm.

The place where this hand just pressed was thin but very flexible and soft to the touch.

It seems that with a little more force, a more satisfying arc can be pressed.

His eyes turned cold for a moment.

What was he thinking about?

And, when the slender fingers pressed against him, it inexplicably reminded people of the gentle and slow twisting when playing the piano.

"Brother Zhi." Fang Yanwei asked after standing up again, "Are your parents divorced too?"

"……Um."

"Then our family backgrounds are quite similar." Fang Yanwei said, "My father and I, you and my mother, we are different in this regard."

"I was with Dad before." Lu Zhi interrupted him, "I was asked to come back."

Like this?

"Then you are happier than me." Fang Yanwei said, "My mother has gone to country A, and she doesn't want me anymore."

Lu Zhi turned his head to look at him.

As night fell, street lights shone into the car windows, looking at people under the lights, the young man's cheeks were clean without any blemishes, his eyes were slightly calm, and there was a glimmer of lost light.

"So." Fang Yanwei pushed the road stick, "We both live under the same roof, we depend on each other for life."

He was serious for only two seconds and then smiled casually.

"Do you want me? Brother Zhi?"

Lu Zhi turned his head away and ignored him.

The school celebration of Luyu Middle School came first.

Early on Saturday morning, Fang Yanwei was taken away by Lao Chen, and put on a smoky blue Hanfu that was said to have cost a huge sum of money.

"Are you ready?" Fang Yanwei couldn't stand still, "I'm so hot."

This nerd, he has to be serious in everything he does. He has a collar and a front, and watched the video to help him adjust it for a long time.

The belt was suddenly tightened, and he hissed with a grin.

"Am I fucking against you?" He turned his head and asked.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Zhi's hand loosened a bit.

Fang Yanwei asked back: "What do you think?"

He couldn't get used to the clothes and felt uncomfortable even walking, but Mr. Chen, He Suisui and others praised him one after another.

The usually restless person is dressed in smoky blue, and there is a sense of tranquility between his brows and eyes, like a bright and handsome boy in a light robe in the old days.

"He Suisui, you fucking stepped on my clothes." The boy said.

"It's so beautiful." Teacher Chen praised, "It's absolutely gorgeous."

"I'm a man, what's the matter?" Fang Yanwei was not happy.

Holding the piano in his arms, he casually plucked it twice, which hurt a little.

He stopped, took the tape and pipa nails, and wound them slowly by himself.

Lu Zhi stood aside, holding a vocabulary book in his hand, watching it coldly.

The white fingertips were wrapped with tape, and the fingertips were a little pink.

One-handed operation is always somewhat insufficient. Fang Yanwei spent a long time getting the tape on the ring finger of his right hand, but he still couldn't wrap it properly.

He wanted to open his mouth to bite, but a hand cut him off and took the tape.

He froze for a moment, then pulled the corner of his mouth proudly.

The nerds were more than happy to do it for him.

"Okay." Lu Zhi said to Teacher Chen.

Oh, it turned out that the teacher asked to help.

Fang Yanwei put his smile back.

"Miaojiang people." He Suisui said from the side, "Do you have a lot of silver ornaments? Take them out and hang them on your neck and wrists."

Fang Yanwei: "? Is it too late for me to go back to the village to grab it?"

"He Sui Sui, are you polite, put away your stereotypes." Teacher Chen said, "Hey, Fang Fang is waiting, I'll find you a bracelet or something, and I'll take pictures later to look good."

"Then I don't want a bracelet." Fang Yanwei refused, "Who would wear that for a boy?"

"I want that." He pointed to Lu Zhi's left wrist, "God Lu, do you dare to give it?"

The wooden beads on Lu Zhi's left wrist were coiled about four or five times. It was deserted and mysterious, and Lu Zhi often carried a faint sandalwood fragrance on his body.

"No." Lu Zhi said.

The goblin, who is about to move, misses the abstinent and indifferent Muzhu.

"Why?" Brother Fang turned his face quickly.

The hand wearing the pipa nails moved from Lu Zhi's neckline to the side of his neck, tapped, and then grabbed Lu Zhi's wrist, persistently hooking up one side of the long bead string.

"Lend me." Fang Yanwei said.

"I remember Brother Zhi seemed to say that the five elements lack wood? Beads can't leave the body, right?" Lu Zhi's tablemate, Xu Zhengyi said boldly.

Lu Zhi didn't move or stop him, Fang Yanwei took all the wooden beads off his wrist.

He clearly knew that he was making trouble for no reason, but he still couldn't stop it.

"Then you lend me." Fang Yanwei said, "I will not leave you."

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after lending beads

Road God: It’s far away, and there’s no wood. Get closer, and you need to have a negative distance.