wild dog drowning in the moon

Chapter 6

After agreeing to see Wen Zheng and Wen Yu's performance this week, Tang Lan no longer picked up the car in person.

The distance between their home and school is not far, and they usually walk to and from school. Today, because Wenzheng had a foot injury, they asked the family driver to take them to school.

As soon as he got out of the car, Wen Zheng caught the bad mood on Wen Zheng's face, and joked lazily: "What's wrong? I was full of resentment early in the morning, and I dreamed of resentful ghosts at night."

Wen Zheng walked very slowly, didn't speak, and didn't want to talk to Wen Zheng.

The latter made fun of himself, supported the sickly squeamish ghost with one hand, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked slowly into the campus.

"I'm tired." Wen Zheng stopped suddenly.

Wen Yan was forced to stop and turned to look at her, "What should I do then? Take a break?"

Wen Zheng shook her head and looked straight at him: "You carry me upstairs."

"I……"

"The foot hurts." Wen Zheng cut off Wen Zheng's words with a blank expression.

Wen Zheng opened and closed his lips, swallowed back what he wanted to say, took off his schoolbag, and squatted down in front of Wen Zheng.

"You really raised a good sister for me." Wen Yu chuckled lightly, then changed the subject sharply: "I have baggy eyes."

"..."

Wen Zheng didn't fight for a moment, so she obediently lay on Wen Zhen's back, and he carried it easily.

"You have to pick me up after school at night, or I won't be able to go downstairs."

She can walk, but at a slower pace, but with a strong brother by her side, she wants to be the one to be taken care of.

Wen Yan snorted coldly: "Thank you for not letting me pick you up after class to go to the bathroom."

"That's not necessary." Wen Zheng lay quietly on top of him, her voice low.

She could see that she was not in a good condition. Wen Yu didn't make any more jokes. He went upstairs with her on his back, restrained his smile, and asked concerned: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you feel fine yesterday?"

I fell asleep, woke up and started mourning.

"Never mind your menstrual period." Wen Zheng didn't want to say it.

After going up to the third floor, Wen Zheng saw a familiar figure around the corner.She didn't expect that Cheng Ye, who was regarded as generous by his classmates, would come to school so early.

"Come down." Wen Yu urged.

Wen Zheng came back to his senses, slid off Wen Zhen's back, and stood in the middle hall on the third floor.Her class is almost here, and Wen Yan has to go up another level.Like Cheng Ye, he was on the fourth floor after class ten.

She waved to Wen Yan perfunctorily, keeping her eyes on Cheng Ye's direction.With his stuffy and cold temper, it's normal not to talk to her.Turning around to go back to work, Wen Zheng sat down on her seat, put her phone on her lap, and secretly sent a message: [Say good morning to me every morning, how much is it once? 】

Cheng Ye is a different type who can get in touch with money, but can't get it done.Without spending money, she has no chance of contact.

The other party didn't reply for a long time, Wen Zheng calmed down and began to listen to the class seriously.The phone was on silent, and she forgot to check it. She didn't see Cheng Ye's message until after ten o'clock when she turned it on during lunch break.

He said: [Do not sell physical services. 】

Accompanied by basic exercises, physical services...

Wen Zheng felt more and more that Cheng Ye was a boring monster, he was like a boring rock when they met, and he dared to use any words through the phone.Inexplicably, there was a trace of joy in her heart, and her interest in him became more and more intense.

No physical services are sold.

Sooner or later she will let him sell.

After school in the evening, Wen Yan came to the class as promised to pick up his younger sister who had sprained her leg.

It's the rush hour after school, if Wen Zheng carried her downstairs, Wen Zheng knew that he would definitely be treated like a monkey by other students.She asked Wen Yu to sit down and wait, and took the initiative to find a topic to chat: "Brother, do you know Cheng Ye?"

"I know you." Wen Yan peeled off an orange, gave half of it to Wen Zheng, and lazily said, "Who knows him or not?"

It has been like this since ancient times. In a school, you may not know who is the best learner, but you definitely know who is the most troublesome.

Cheng Ye is such an existence.

"Didn't you have a good time with those boys? How about Cheng Ye? How is your relationship?"

Wen Zheng suddenly realized, and stared at Wen Zheng suspiciously: "Is he the one you're looking at?"

It was a question, but his tone was very firm, as if he had figured out the character of this heartless sister.Those who spend three days fishing and posting on the Internet for two days like this one and that one, but in the end they have no sincerity towards any of them. They are just looking for something to pass the time and have some fun.

Wen Zheng didn't admit it, nor denied it. He took a bite of the orange and frowned: "Hiss, this orange is really sour."

The clumsy topic didn't divert Wen Yu's attention, he urged: "I don't have the same personality as him, so don't provoke him either, he's not the same person."

Hearing this, Wen Zheng's eyes lit up, and she was extremely interested, "Have you ever made friends? Otherwise, how would you know that your personalities don't match?"

If you have made friends, then you are an acquaintance, Wen Zheng thought in his mind, the one who is close to the water will be the first to get the moon.

But Wen Yu's words directly poured cold water on her: "Do you still need to make friends if you don't have the same personality? I'm so sunny and unrestrained, but he's shy and reticent. You can tell with your eyes that you can't get along."

Wen Zheng was silent, and continued to eat the sour oranges.She was so sour that her soft facial features wrinkled, she stuffed another flap into her mouth, and said, "No one should go the same way with anyone, the road is made by oneself."

Wen Yu has long been used to her attitude of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, but she just told her: "Don't forget what you promised mom, you won't fall in love before graduation."

"Not in love." Wen Zheng smiled shyly, deliberately disgusting her brother: "When you are bored, find a handsome guy you like to play with."

Wen Yu snorted coldly: "Pervert."

Going home at night, Wen Zheng obediently went back to her room after eating.Take a shower first, then pick up the phone. In just two days, she has become proficient in her business, waiting for the time to chat with Cheng Ye step by step every day.

At ten o'clock, she clicked on the chat box with him.

[Do you play King? 】

【meeting. 】

After successfully getting a response, Wen Zheng had already forgotten the unhappiness with him last night and found a new topic.

[Then play two games with me tonight, how much? 】

If you are fast, the two games can be over within an hour.

Cheng Ye still responded quickly when chatting at night: [Press [-] to accept. 】

【OK. 】

After Wenzheng succeeded, she got a little overwhelmed: [Can you turn on the microphone? 】

Cheng Ye: [Open Mecca fifty. 】

【no problem. 】Wen Zheng transfers the money first this time, 【After opening the microphone, can I not reveal your name? 】

[Call it something else, whatever you want. 】

Wen Zheng sent an OK emoji, [I'm entering the game now, you can invite me when you're ready. 】

Cheng Ye didn't reply anymore, but just a few seconds after Wen Zheng entered the game, a friend invitation popped up on the interface.

It's qualifying.

Wen Zheng glanced at Cheng Ye's rank mark, and found that he was about the same level as himself.Accepting the invitation, she entered the game with him.

"Brother?" The originally quiet shop was instantly filled with the soft voice of the girl, who kept probing: "Can you hear me? Brother."

Cheng Ye's heart choked, he didn't expect Wen Zheng to call his brother.

And she was still using the microphone of the whole team, not only Cheng Ye, but everyone else heard it.

"Who? Which sister has such a sweet voice?" Someone began to boo: "It's the fourth floor, the fourth floor."

Wen Zheng didn't feel embarrassed, she smiled here, and said indifferently: "Good boy, brother didn't call it for you."

(End of this chapter)