He Zitang returned home with a gloomy face.

"Hey, why did you come back today, didn't you go to that fellow student?" He Zitang's stepmother asked.

"Ah, she has something at home today, so she won't go today, and she will go tomorrow." He Zitang returned to Shinto.

"That's it, you see you didn't say it earlier, I didn't cook your rice at home, so I'll heat two steamed buns for you, wait for dinner." The stepmom turned and went into the kitchen.

"Brother, if you don't go in the afternoon, help me look at my homework, I'm going to take a weekly exam soon." He Zitang's younger brother He Ran came over and said.

"Okay." He Zitang answered with a sigh of distraction and entered his room.

Recalling what he did today, He Zitang felt ashamed and remorseful in his heart, and his face became hot for a while.

In fact, he could have avoided it today, but he just didn't want to hide, he wanted to see if the man would come to save him.

But saving it was not what he expected, which only made him more embarrassed in front of her.

He Zitang slammed his fist on the table, feeling irritable.

His eyes were on the book on the shelf, and He Zitang picked it up and opened it, and inside was the note he had picked up.

"All I care about is you."

Or is everything their own imagination and self-inflicted passion?

He Zitang was upset and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother, it's time to eat." He Ran shouted outside.

"Here we are." He Zitang came back to his senses, sorted out his expression and hurried out.

At the dinner table, He Zitang's stepmother asked He Zitang, "You said that you made up for them for so long, didn't they say that they would give any compensation?" ”

He Zitang's heart sank, and he slowly put down his chopsticks, "I said it, but I didn't want it, everyone is a classmate..."

"Silly boy, you're the same as the cram school teacher outside, you've been making up for two or three months, don't pay a penny..."The stepmother shook her head disapprovingly.

He Zitang didn't answer.

The stepmother also knew her child's personality and didn't say anything more.

"What kind of family is my brother, take me to play." He Ran picked up the rice.

He Zitang didn't want to eat anymore, "It's just a little bigger, and it's nothing." ”

"Oh, does her brother play games?" He Ran cares like every adolescent.

"I don't know, maybe fight." He Zitang gritted his teeth and drank the soup, "I've eaten well." ”

"Next time, I'll take your brother to play, they're all classmates, and your dad and I are trying to find a way to transfer your brother to your school." The stepmother ate and said, "Hey, that classmate of yours has money in his family, do you know anyone?" ”

He Zitang turned his back to her and paused, "I don't know." ”

"You kid doesn't know anything for a few months, go ahead." The stepmother was a little dissatisfied.

He Zitang also fled back to the room, in a dull and unhappy mood.

I want to send a message to Xuan Jiuqian, but she must be with Tianle now.

Why is he so useless, apart from studying, what can he compare to Tianle?!

He Zitang even faintly had a little idea of learning sanda.

Forget it, if you learn now, you can't catch up with Tianle, so why be embarrassed again.

At the same time, Tang Jiuqian was watching Tianle and Xuanliang play games online at home.

"Wow Brother Tianle, you played the game so well, take me and my brother to play next time!" Xuanliang's eyes lit up.

"Brother? Which brother do you have? Tianle was stunned.

"Oh, it's my sister's tablemate, Brother Hezitang, you should know each other, right?" Xuanliang Dao.

Tianle glanced at Tang Jiuqian meaningfully, "I know you, I will definitely take you next time." ”

"Hey, hey, okay." After Xuan Liang finished speaking, he was immersed in the game again.

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