Outside the door.

Jiang Xingyi and Jiang Zeyu are still waiting.

Jiang Zeyu crossed his legs, he didn't wait for a girl before, and he didn't know that it would take so long to wait for a girl to dress up.

Jiang Zeyu looked at the clock on the wall boredly and yawned, "How long will this be?" ”

Jiang Xingyi sat on the other side of the sofa, casually flipped through the fashion magazines on the coffee table, and replied casually, "Wait." ”

Jiang Zeyu pursed his lips and was silent.

He lit up the screen of his mobile phone, turned it off again, lit it up again, turned it off again, and every time he lit the screen, there would be an extra WeChat message in the middle of the screen.

Jiang Zeyu was really bored, so he clicked into the dialog box of WeChat and sent four words, "Don't make noise, I'm very busy." ”

The other party was also very aggrieved, "Brother Yu, I don't care about you." ”

Jiang Zeyu looked at a large list of questions in front of him, such as "Brother Yu, how is it now?" Have you chosen your clothes? What is the effect of Ling Mei's upper body? Are you done? He lazily replied with a word.

"Nope."

Counterpart:??? Not? What not?

Brother Yu is not looking for him now, which can only mean that he is not needed.

Otherwise, he can't be self-taught, right?

Moreover, I was still actively seeking off-site support just now, is it possible, but now I have other help?

The other assistant finished flipping through the fashion magazine, leaned back on the sofa, and asked casually, "I heard, you are in the same class as Xiaomei now?" ”

Jiang Zeyu replied vaguely.

"Academically, you definitely can't help her, if there are other people in the school bullying her, you can help."

At this point, Jiang Zeyu is very confident.

"Don't worry, with me, no one dares to bully her."

"Yes." Jiang Xingyi affirmed, "That's all you can do." ”

Jiang Zeyu rolled his eyes again, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Jiang Xingyi's hands were crossed and rested on his knees, and he asked casually, "You used to go racing a lot, why don't you go now?" ”

Jiang Xingyi knows Jiang Zeyu's name on the racing track, and he knows that he has not heard this name for a long time in the recent racing competition.

"Quit it." Jiang Zeyu lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, "Now I just want to study hard and get admitted to a university." ”

"Oh......"

Jiang Xingyi stretched out the last note, "First to last?" ”

"So what?" Jiang Zeyu sneered, "I didn't know that you still had time to care about my results in addition to the concert tour." ”

"It's not a concern. I just need to ask who is the first from the bottom of the current grade in the third year of middle and high school A, and see if you still hold this throne. ”

Jiang Zeyu: "...... It's like talking about how good your previous grades were. ”

"Just be better than you."

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"But then again......" Jiang Xingyi asked rhetorically, "You still know that I'm on a concert tour?" ”

Jiang Xingyi's face was just written with the words "It turns out that you care about me so much".

Jiang Zeyu raised his voice and denied, "Please, there are posters everywhere on the street, I don't think it's hard not to see it, okay?" You think I want to care about you? ”

"I don't think so."

"Then don't be sentimental."

While the two men were still fighting each other, the door opened, and two people walked out, but no one noticed.