"Doesn't Young Master Zhuang not care about these things?"

"It's not okay to be curious, don't talk about pulling it down, I'm not rare."

"Tut-tut." Although Lu Qinglin's body turned around, the heart of gossip was still tied to the last two.

"What does it have to do with you, turn around." Zhuang Wenche kicked Lu Qinglin from under the table, turned his head and lay on the table without speaking.

"Wei Bai, a classmate in the first class of high school." He seemed to write it on a piece of paper and handed it to Zhuang Wenche, and poked Zhuang Wenche several times, and Zhuang Wenche opened it "reluctantly".

"Then you just say it, why do you still write notes?" Zhuang Wenche crumpled the note and threw it into the trash, hitting it with one shot.

"I don't like him, and I won't agree to him, so even if he likes me, I can't use this matter to show off, tell anyone, I'll tell you quietly, and you are not allowed to tell others." He seemed to lean towards Zhuang Wenche, and his voice was as low as possible.

"Then why are you telling me?"

"I'm willing to do it."

"Cut."

Zhuang Wenche thought that this matter would be over, but he never expected that Wei Bai might write more than a simple confession letter, and it was estimated that it would say that he would chase after him.

When school was out in the afternoon, Wei Bai waited at the door of the first class of liberal arts early, waiting, Zhuang Wenche came out of the office and saw that there were suddenly more people at the door today, and he knew that this person was not good when he listened to the gossip of the girl next to him.

"It's not as handsome as me, what's there to see, I really don't understand these girls, superficial." Zhuang Wenche muttered quietly.

Seeing Zhuang Wenche coming, she seemed to take off the headphones, she had just been listening to the song with the headphones, and she didn't know what was going on.

Zhuang Wenche said with a "sarcastic" face: "Your Prince Charming Wei Bai is waiting for you at the door." ”

He seemed to be deeply amused by his appearance: "Get out, talk well, what my Prince Charming, I have nothing to do with him." ”

"It doesn't matter to me what you say to me."

"yes."

"You...... Anyway, it's the same table...... Tablemates, right......"

"Yes, yes, I have something to do this afternoon, so I'll go first."

Looking at the figure that seemed to go out, Zhuang Wenche really wished that he was also a day student, so he returned to the dormitory and poured all his anger on poor Kumamon.

"What's the matter, don't go down to get water, so angry, who messed with you?" Ke Chu'an pushed open the door with the kettle, and saw Zhuang Wenche venting his anger.

"What's the hurry! You know a fart, little brat! ”

Ke Chu'an rarely saw the cold male god Zhuang Wenche in the girl's mouth, and climbed into bed to look through the mobile phone, wanting to leave a evidence.

"I'm going to take a picture of what you look like now and relax the little girls in our class who are tortured by physical and chemical biology every day."

Zhuang Wenche suddenly thought of something, threw down the bear bear, jumped out of bed, climbed onto Ke Chu'an's bed, and pulled Ke Chu'an, "Yes, you are reasonable, how did I forget you." ”

"Sure enough, I'm a tool man. Say, what's the matter, have you asked for me? ”

"Do you know a person named Wei Bai?"

"I know, I am a master of science, I am very good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, but I can't do English, Chinese and biology, otherwise I wouldn't be in the top ten of my grade. Ask him why? ”

"Do you know what class he is in?"

"Science Class 10."

"What do you think of what he looks like? Is it the type that girls like? ”

"It's okay, there are girls who like him, and the girls in my class have a husband a day, how do I know what type they like, I feel like they're a type."

"Then you think I'm handsome."

"Can you stop disgusting me."

"Get out."

Zhuang Wenche got off the bed, took the mirror and looked at it for a long time, knowing that Ke Chu'an really couldn't stand it, "Handsome and handsome, don't look at it, the male god recognized by the whole school, but it's just too cold, and I haven't seen you talk to any girl." ”

"I don't know how to talk so much."

Ke Chu'an gave Zhuang Wenche a big roll of the eyes from behind, Zhuang Wenche is a typical handsome person who doesn't know it, or maybe he has lost his sense if he has always looked good.

After finishing his homework, Zhuang Wenche was still entangled in the letter this afternoon, and Zhuang Wenche, who was absent-minded in the evening self-study, successfully attracted Lu Qinglin's attention.

Lu Qinglin casually took the book and turned it around, looking ready to ask questions, and said other gossip: "Lao Zhuang, do you like it?" ”

"Ask questions, don't turn them around."

"I saw Ke Chu'an in the evening self-study, and he told me that you are very wrong today, and it is a stinky meal to go back to the mirror."

"You have a good deal with Ke Chu'an every day, and I'll go back at night to unload his head."

"Then I'll change to a more exciting one, this afternoon someone saw He seems to go back with another boy, that boy seems to be the one standing at the door of the class in the afternoon."

"Turn around!"

"I didn't rob you, what are you fierce with me, sure enough, the little boy in love is so emotionally unstable, vinegar jar."

This conversation, which lasted less than a few minutes, made Zhuang Wenche unhappy for several hours, until he seemed to enter the classroom the next day.

"Today is a little different." He seemed to pat Zhuang Wenche on the shoulder.

He is wearing a white sweatshirt today, black sweatpants, white sneakers, and the wrist of his right hand is also wearing a watch.

Although Zhuang Wenche usually wears this ordinary dress, he looks unexpectedly good-looking today, as if he has been carefully dressed up, which attracts the attention of others too much.

He looked at the back door, and sure enough, there were little girls from other classes coming to watch.

He seems to have looked around on the ground, the cleaning on duty is really spotless, how seems to have been looking for a long time and found a piece of waste paper with a big fingernail next to the table leg, picked it up and threw it into the back door trash can, and closed the back door smoothly.

"It's not very thorough." He seemed to scratch his head as he spoke, "What's wrong with you today?" ”

Zhuang Wenche maintained his rare silence, did not look at anything, and memorized his texts.

There was no way, how could he pat the two in front of him, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Lu Qinglin: "You went home yesterday afternoon......

Before Lu Qinglin's words were finished, he was interrupted by Zhuang Wenche, "Can you stop talking in the morning reading class, is the school here to study or let you come to talk!" Your triangle will be solved, read your book! ”

"My fault, my fault."

Zhuang Wenche no longer paid attention to the kid in front of him, who knew that Lu Qinglin had killed a horse pistol, "Lao Zhuang, he is jealous." ”

"Lu Qinglin!" Zhuang Wenche gave Lu Qinglin another kick, but this time he didn't kick it.

This made Lu Qinglin proud: "What are you doing, you don't know how to study in the morning reading class, can you be quiet!" ”

"I won't tell you that I don't like him anymore, I told him yesterday afternoon not to come to me again, and I seriously rejected him." He seemed to turn sideways and explain to Zhuang Wenche next to him.

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhuang Wenche's eyes for a moment, but it didn't take long for him to regain his cold appearance, "Just one sentence, you can talk all the way." ”

"Really."

"Cut."

The snowflakes at the end of December fell to the ground unconsciously, and after three months of boring study, the final exam is about to usher in the final exam, although the final exam will be a headache, but the New Year's Day party before the final exam is a good medicine for wounds.

Zhuang Wenche: "Do you want to report any program?" ”

Like: "I don't know yet, what about you?" ”

"Why don't you report it, it's the last chance for high school to spend New Year's Day together. What about you? Do you want to report one too? ”

"Okay, just the guitar."

"Then I'll go to the squad leader to sign up, I'll dance your guitar, what song?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, you can report it first, and I'll tell the squad leader when it's decided."

"Okay."

"Look at your sad face, the interest is not high."

Zhuang Wenche took out his mobile phone with a broken screen from his pocket, and looked at it with a pitiful expression, "My phone fell out of bed last night, and I only saw its corpse this morning." ”

"Condolences."

"Forget it, let's sign up first."

In Zhuang Wenche's style, it is not easy to report a name, and after selling it for a long time at the squad leader, the squad leader "calmly" asked him and what he seemed to be reporting to the program, and did not hesitate to hand over the important task of arranging the classroom to them.

What like: "......"

In his opinion, it is time to be busy at noon again, and he has to work at night at night, and a lunch break at noon is essential, but Zhuang Wenche doesn't think so, this is simply another opportunity for him to show his skills.

Under all kinds of coercion and temptation, he can only choose to give up his lunch break, but fortunately, the second day of the New Year's Day party is a holiday.

This New Year's Day is very important in the eyes of all students, Lin Lan and Zhao Yutong specially invited two evening self-study vacations to rehearse the program, saying that they wanted to draw a perfect end to the New Year's Day of their student days, and the most miraculous thing is that Tao Yun, who has always been difficult to speak, agreed.

"You're not taking a leave of absence?" He seemed to look at Zhao Yutong in front of him who had already begun to talk about the rehearsal plan, and looked at Zhuang Wenche, who was still looking at the map on the side, "Don't you be nervous about performing every day?" ”

"My house is too far away, I can't come back anymore, as long as you are thick-skinned, there is nothing to be nervous about."

"Cow!"

In the last self-study class, Zhuang Wenche took the paper and thought about how to arrange the classroom for a class and what to buy, and when the class was about to end, he went to ask the class leader for the class fee, so that He seemed to buy good things when he came tomorrow morning.

"Let's go, let's eat." Lu Qinglin knocked on Zhuang Wenche's desk, "You've thought about a self-study session." ”

"What do you know, this is the last New Year's Day party in my high school career, and there are no activities in the third year of high school, and it's the first time I've done this, so I can't finish it seriously."

"I'll give you a thumbs up, but let's eat and go first."

"Well, I don't have any money for my meal card, so I'll borrow yours." Zhuang Wenche got up as he spoke, and his elbow accidentally touched the book on the table, "This girl is in such a hurry, and she doesn't put the book away." ”

Zhuang Wenche sorted out the books that had fallen one by one, and finally fell out of the math textbook with the class fee that Zhuang Wenche had handed over.

"I don't think I will go back without money."

"Oops, it's okay, if she didn't take it, she will buy it with her own money first, and it will be good to get the class fee tomorrow, don't worry."

"But the list of things I gave her to buy is still with the money." Zhuang Wenche suddenly thought of what he saw in the cafeteria when he first started, and when he put the meal card on the punch card machine, the screen showed the last piece of five.

At first, he thought that he had just forgotten to charge the meal card, but later he found that she really didn't seem to have any money, and went to the cafeteria to eat the cheapest meal forever, and fetched water every day when she was hungry.

So later, Zhuang Wenche came up with a way to buy He Xiang's notes, and then he saw He Xiang have a good meal.