Dressed as school grass, white moonlight

this man!

How dare you say such things in broad daylight!

Wen Yang's eyes widened, he grabbed Shao Ning's school uniform cuff, and dragged him aside.

He didn't control his strength for a while, and then let go, Shao Ning's originally straight and seamless cuffs had two more folds.

Seeing the big rogue's brow furrow slightly, although it was only for a short moment and then relaxed again, Wen Yang still felt a little annoyed.

After getting along with him, he can probably feel that this person's obsessive-compulsive disorder is more serious than he initially thought.

"Hold...sorry," Wen Yang clenched the hem of the school uniform, apologizing with tense shoulders, "I didn't do it on purpose."

Shao Ning was stunned for a moment, seeing the kid's eyes on his cuffs, he realized what he was talking about.

"It's okay." Shao Ning rolled his eyes and responded gently.

When the big hooligan said this, his tone was too sincere, making it impossible to hear any politeness or coping. Wen Yang couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Still hesitating whether to ask one more question, Shao Ning seemed to know what he was thinking, and moved closer, adding, "I mean, it doesn't matter if it's yours, even if you want to take my sleeve It doesn't matter if it's twisted into a twist."

Wen Yang is ripe.

He jumped back abruptly, stuttering awkwardly, "Who...who wants, who wants to twist your sleeve!"

"Okay, okay," Shao Ning understood the principle of accepting when he sees something good, and hurriedly smoothed the hair for the kid who blew up again, "If you don't twist twists, you don't do anything."

Wen Yang ignored him, stared at the pen in his hand for two seconds, and then walked back to the back door, blushing and asked the classmate sitting by the door to borrow a piece of homework paper.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that the child had already started to fold the paper in half, Shao Ning tried his best to use his imagination, "What do you want to fold? An airplane or a boat?"

Wen Yang still ignored him, tore the paper from the middle with a "beep", and handed over half of it.

"Let me fold it too?" Shao Ning took it, gestured to fold it in half and then asked, "It's fine, what do you want? An airplane with a gun barrel or a boat with a cloak?"

"Neither of them," Wen Yang coldly refused, "I'll let you do your history homework."

Shao Ning: "..." This answer was beyond his expectation.

The bad boy who fights so fiercely actually decides to lie down in the corridor to do his homework.

Probably because he was in a daze for a long time, the child's irritability rolled up, and he reached out impatiently to take the half of the paper back, "You don't need to write, do you?"

"Write, I'll write." Shao Ning came back to his senses instantly, and turned his wrist away from Wen Yang's hand, "I'll write with you."

Wen Yang bit his lower lip, didn't speak any more, turned his head and took off the cap of his pen, and began to write furiously.

Ignoring the current environment and what is about to be done, just looking at the action of the child pulling out the cap of the pen, he is still very handsome and imposing, quite like the demeanor of a bad boy when he fights with others...

Shao Ning stared at the side face of the child who was concentrating on writing for two seconds. He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows. He didn't let his thoughts wander any longer, and turned his head to start writing on the paper.

Li Xingyu slipped out the back door to visit the two on the pretext of needing to go to the toilet urgently.

Basically, only one foot was exposed, and before Li Xingyu's head was seen, Shao Ning has already turned over the paper in his hand, leaving only the blank on the back.

Li Xingyu was unresponsive, he didn't notice Shao Ning's small movements at all, he only saw Wen Yang's densely packed half face.

"Brother Ci..." Li Xingyu looked at him with complicated eyes, "The homework will be approved by the big devil, so you can't write nonsense..."

"Who said I wrote nonsense?" Wen Yang responded casually, writing two more words smoothly without stopping.

"You don't even have the original volume." Li Xingyu looked confused, "How do you write it?"

The history teacher just now was obviously so angry that he didn't even give Wen Yang Zhang Yuanjuan when he asked Wen Yang to come out and stand there.

"I did it yesterday." Wen Yang shook his sore hands twice, "I still remember."

Li Xingyu opened his eyes wide, moved forward again, carefully read the words on Wen Yang's paper, and read the first line while reading, "According to the materials, why did Liang Qichao use Li Hongzhang as a clue to outline the 19th century... .”

Wen Yang's characters were too small, so Li Xingyu squinted his eyes, moved closer, and continued, "Outline Huaguo in the second half of the 19th century..."

He had an impression of this question. The history teacher had just finished his lecture, and what Wen Yang wrote down was exactly the same as the question on the homework paper!

"It's fucking okay!" Li Xingyu sighed in a breathy voice, looked at Wen Yang with admiration on his face, and raised his hands in a bow, "Brother Ci, please accept the next bow!"

"It's just that there are few questions," Wen Yang didn't look back, and he didn't stop writing, but his ears turned red again, "I can't remember if there are too many questions."

Wen Yang's words were not entirely out of modesty. There were indeed few questions in the history homework this time. There were only eight questions in total, but they were all big questions, and any one of them could be written in white.

But Li Xingyu believed that Wen Yang was being modest, so he gave him a thumbs up again, "Brother Ci and I, why are you being modest, you are really awesome!"

After finishing speaking, he still did not forget to ask Shao Ning for approval, "Shen Tang, do you think so? With so many topics, can you write down every single word silently?"

Of course Shao Ning can do it, but he shook his head and said with a light smile, "I can't remember it all, but my little classmate is the best."

Wen Yang's red went straight from the tips of his ears into his collar.

Li Xingyu originally said that going to the toilet was just a cover, but after standing outside for 2 minutes, he really wanted to go, so he raised his arm towards Wen Yang and made a "come on" gesture, turned and ran away.

While standing in the toilet, for some reason, Li Xingyu suddenly saw Tang Shen's expression when he said that sentence just now, probably because of his illusion, otherwise how could he see the expression on that ice face? What about the pride of "how proud you are"?

……

Murphy's Law lasts forever.

When the first bell rang for the end of get out of class, when the history teacher appeared beside him and snatched the pen from his hand, Wen Yang was short of the last word, and the "righteousness" of "meaning" was not written.

"It's okay, Ah Song Ci," the history teacher scolded without even reading it, "You are so rampant just after turning around? You just wrote me a piece of paper without even an original volume, who are you fooling?"

"I haven't." Wen Yang replied with his shoulders tensed.

"Dare to stand up..."

"Teacher," Shao Ning interrupted her coldly, "you'd better take a look before you speak."

The history teacher glared at him, lowered her head disapprovingly, and took a look. With this look, all the words she didn't say were stuck in her throat.

Although it was only a cursory glance, she could also see that the above eight questions were exactly the same as the homework questions, and the answers were all clear and clear, and it was almost impossible to find mistakes.

If I have to pick a mistake, there is probably only the unfinished three-drawing character at the end.

The students in the class came out one after another to have lunch, and they all looked this way.

The history teacher's face turned blue and red, and he was so shameless that he could only stare at the mistake, "So what if I remember it! If you don't bring it, you haven't done it, and if you miss a word, you haven't finished it! Just a word, Copy it all for me again, if you can't finish it before class in the afternoon, I will directly invite your parents to watch you copy it!"

"Aren't you going too far..." Shao Ning was so angry that he didn't care about wearing the top student's vest for two years. He was about to turn back when he opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, his cuffs were gently pulled one time.

It was so light, you might not feel it if you don't pay attention, but Shao Ning stopped talking abruptly.

Looking down, he saw the kid looking at him quietly and shaking his head.

Shao Ning didn't say any more.

"Understood," Wen Yang replied calmly, "I'll copy."

His attitude was beyond reproach, the history teacher had nothing to say, and left angrily waving the steel ruler.

Li Xingyu and his gang came out and heard it, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for Wen, "It's just one word, just one word! You have written so much, and you have written so seriously, why the fuck are you still writing?" let you copy?"

"Yes, if you want me to say no to copying, don't you just invite the parents? Then let her invite her. The parents come to see who is right? My parents want to know that I have such a memory, so they can't just go to heaven !"

Wen Yang pursed his lips and shook his head.

Whether it is said that the history teacher is rigid and inflexible, or that she is deliberately making things difficult, Wen Yang actually doesn't care much.

Even if it is making things difficult, he has seen many making things difficult to this extent, so he no longer thinks it is a big deal.

From childhood to adulthood, when encountering difficulties, he would do whatever he could. For those who couldn't, he would suffer a small loss, and the past would be over.

Because he has always known that no one is behind him, no one will judge this reason for him.

"Okay," Shao Ning said, "You all go to eat first, I have a solution."

When Tang Shen spoke, this group of people felt relieved, they all chattered and scolded the history teacher and left.

"You go to eat too." After Li Xingyu and the others disappeared at the stairs, Wen Yang turned his gaze away and said to Shao Ning.

"Let's go together," Shao Ning said, "I told you I can do it, don't you believe me?"

"No need," Wen Yang said in a particularly indifferent tone, but his shoulders were tense, "it's just a matter of writing."

Shao Ning opened his mouth and closed it again, suddenly he felt his heart was pinched hard and hurt.

For a moment, Shao Ning thought that through the body in front of him, he saw Wen Yang who was once two sizes younger.

Indifferent and sharp, with thorns all over his body, as if he doesn't care about anything, nothing matters.

Will not cry or make trouble when wronged, just say lightly, "It's not just a matter of writing."

Shao Ning knew that it wasn't because Wen Yang had a good temper and didn't care about it, nor was it because he thought it troublesome because of his generosity, it was just because he knew clearly that it was useless to cry and make a fuss, because no one would get back his grievances for him.

"Even if it's just to move the pen," Shao Ning took a deep breath, barely holding back the urge to pull the person into his arms, "you have to eat before you move, right?"

Wen Yang clenched his cuff tightly, then loosened it, as if hesitating, but in the end he said, "Go and eat, someone brought me food."

It's not that you can't have dinner with the big hooligan, whether you want to be intimate or not, but he has even been to other people's houses and slept in his bed, so there is no need to be pretentious and awkward for a meal.

But not today.

Today he had to finish copying the history homework before class in the afternoon, it wasn't that he didn't believe in Shao Ning, on the contrary, he believed too much.

I believe that although this person is always full of coquettish words, if he really says "there is a way", then he really has a way.

It is precisely because of this that he has to finish writing as soon as possible.

He has already received too much kindness from this person, and he can't feel at ease, and he can't treat people well at all. Apart from bringing breakfast in the morning, he doesn't know how to repay him.

I'm sorry, I just don't want it from the beginning.

After being silent for a while, Shao Ning curled his fingers, still sighed helplessly, answered "OK", turned around and left with Hua Yi first.

Watching his back getting farther and farther, and finally disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Wen Yang looked away, heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't tell whether the emotion floating in his heart was relaxation or melancholy.

It was supposed to be like this, he pushed it away himself.

Wen Yang pinched his jaw hard to stop his thoughts from wandering endlessly. When he came back to his senses, he took out his phone and checked the time. There were still five or ten minutes before class in the afternoon. If you were faster, you should still have time to finish writing. Go buy a bread mat.

The students who didn't want to be back early asked around again, without further delay, Wen Yang went back to his seat to get a homework book, and left the teaching building.

The campus at this time is pretty empty, everyone is busy replenishing their calories, even the busiest basketball court is a bit deserted, there are only a few hot-blooded youngsters scattered under the basketball hoop, shooting hoops .

Wen Yang looked up at the sun that seemed to be extraordinarily warm today, and walked towards the basketball hoop in the corner.

In his original world, during the period before the college entrance examination, he liked to sit under the basketball hoop and read books. It was a rare moment for him to calm down.

It's been a long time now.

Not letting himself sink in the memories anymore, Wen Yang sat down with his back against the basketball hoop, bent his long legs for support, spread out his homework and began to write.

It's all familiar content, and you don't need to use your brain to write it. Wen Yang keeps writing, and his head is still spinning. Why did his history homework suddenly disappear strangely?

Theoretically speaking, the only ones left in the class in the morning meeting were the representatives of each subject. He didn't even recognize his face, so he really didn't think there was any reason to be targeted.

Who would it be?

To be able to take away his homework so quietly...

"I think it's that Zhou Kai!" Hua Yi picked off the bone of a chicken wing with his teeth, and swallowed the meat into his mouth, "Didn't the student union also check the number of people staying in the class during the morning meeting? Besides, he is also in a liberal arts class. Follow us as a history teacher."

Shao Ning said "hmm", and the hand holding the chopsticks was even stronger.

It was only last Friday that I found out that there was something wrong with Zhou Kai, and he was away from school for two days on the weekend. Before I could find out the matter, I didn't expect this person to be so bold and make trouble again as soon as he came.

"Hmm, what do you mean?" Hua Yi took a sip of Coca-Cola, "If you want to block him after school, give me an answer."

"Block." Shao Ning cherished words like gold.

"It's not like your style, Xiaotang." Shen Yao looked at him with a strange expression while holding a potato chip in his mouth.

Shao Ning was noncommittal, so he didn't pick the bones at all, put down his chopsticks and looked up at him, "What's my style?"

"Hold your breath," Shen Yao blurted out, "At this time, Xiao Yi must be scolded for being childish, like a schoolboy who knows how to use fists to solve problems..."

Before Shao Ning could speak, Hua Yi "cut", "Love is inherently childish."

Shen Yao raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

"It's childish," Shao Ning nodded, his tone was very light, "but I still want to hit him."

Of course he will use the so-called more mature, advanced and impressive methods, but this does not prevent him from wanting to be like a real boy before, beating up the bastards who bully the people he holds in his hands. pause.

Wen Yang's time card was just right, and he finished writing just before 10 minutes left before class. He closed his notebook and stood up. Wen Yang pinched his sore fingers and walked towards the small shop.

Shao Ning and Hua Yi came out from Shen Yao's after eating, and passed by the small shop. Hua Yi was going in as usual to buy some snacks as a ration for the afternoon, but when he raised his eyes, he bumped into Wen Yang who came out of the store. with.

It is said that every day someone delivers food to the children who are still holding homework in one hand and holding a doll head cake in the other hand.

The bangs of the doll's head have been eaten, and there is still some chocolate on the corner of the child's mouth.

Shao Ning sighed heavily.

The frequency of this little liar's deception is too high.

……

Tang Yun, a top student in No. [-] Middle School who has won the laurel crown for two consecutive years, skipped class.

The reason is reasonable and justifiable—to take the children to have lunch.

When Wen Yang came out with the doll head cake in his mouth and saw the big hooligan, he was actually not too surprised.

On the one hand, it was because the small shop was originally on the only way between the infirmary and the teaching building. Wen Yang had seen the gangster get along with the school doctor, and felt that it was not uncommon for them to have lunch together with their familiarity.

On the other hand, he could even run into big hooligans in places like the underground boxing arena, but now that they are both on campus, it is perfectly normal for him to run into them.

In comparison, Wen Yang was more surprised by himself.

Didn't he just rubbed his head twice and flicked his forehead, why did he obediently follow him out to eat as if he had been cast by a spell?

Until he was sitting in McDonald's fried chicken restaurant, the bad boy Wen Yang didn't quite understand it.

"Don't want to eat fried chicken?" The gangster said with a worried voice, "Then what do you want to eat? Zhajiang noodles, bridge rice noodles, hot and sour rice noodles..."

"I want to eat," Wen Yang snapped back to his senses, and quickly stopped the man from reporting the name of the dish without rhythm, "I just want to eat fried chicken."

Shao Ning stared at the child for two seconds, seeing that the expression on his face was indeed not forced, he was relieved, and put a pair of chicken wings that had been boned with chopsticks in front of the child.

"Thank you..." Wen Yang whispered back with tense shoulders, and stuffed the pure meat chicken wings into his mouth, "I can do it myself."

Shao Ning didn't respond to this sentence, and continued to tear apart the bones in a slow manner, and then changed the topic, "Little friend, is there someone to deliver meals at noon every day?"

Wen Yang's back stiffened suddenly, a mouthful of meat stuck in his throat, and he coughed suddenly due to choking.

Shao Ning immediately regretted it, and apologized while patting the kid on the back and handing him a Coke, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have asked you during meals..."

Wen Yang didn't stop coughing, so he drank two more sips of Coke in Shao Ning's hand before recovering, took his wrist, and shook it lightly twice.

"Are you okay?" Shao Ning looked down at him.

Wen Yang nodded.

"It's fine," Shao Ning put down the cup and sat back, "I won't ask any more, just eat."

Wen Yang nodded, shook his head again, and finally stopped eating altogether, raised his head to look at Shao Ning, shoulders straightened.

"What do you want to say?" Shao Ning was a little nervous because of the children's overly formal atmosphere, so he couldn't help but sit up straighter, "Don't worry, we can talk after eating..."

"I'm sorry." Wen Yang opened his mouth.

His tone was more serious and sincere than when he was in the underground boxing ring last time.

Shao Ning's heart was so soft that it was a mess, and his voice became more gentle, "It's a big deal, don't be sorry, besides, the kid has corrected his mistakes and is sitting with me for dinner now?"

"But last time you said that you can't just apologize," Wen Yang frowned, very persistent, "you have to make compensation..."

Shao Ning's breath was stagnant, and he raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows.

He didn't drink today, and he really couldn't bear to bully such a well-behaved kid, so he could only confess, "Last time I teased you..."

"elder brother."

Before the last sound of "play" could be uttered, it was tightly blocked in the throat.

Shao Ning quickly lowered his head, his breathing suddenly became heavy.

This time it was not in a noisy place like a nightclub, it was past school lunch time, and there was no one in this fried chicken shop at this moment, not to mention they were still sitting in the corner half of the cubicle.

The child's "Brother" was too clear.

Shao Ning pinched his palm hard to maintain the basic normality on the surface, so as not to scare the children.

Wen Yang was indeed not frightened. From his angle, he could only see the big hooligan with his head bowed and silent. He couldn't help but wonder if he didn't give enough compensation.

After all, this man was so kind to him, yet he lied again and again.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang was even more at a loss, and couldn't help but clenched his cuffs tightly.

He really wanted to say something more, but he had never learned how to coax people. After hesitating again and again, Wen Yang clenched his cuffs tighter, and then, hesitantly, tentatively, opened his mouth in a low voice:

"elder brother?"