It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The Chinese class is led by a middle-aged male teacher who has a blessing. The tone is unique. When he speaks, the tone is like riding a roller coaster. After a while, it slowly climbs and then falls to the bottom. The ups and downs are like singing, making people listen and listen. Go away. Generally, within a few minutes of class, the students underneath start to catch fish and be lazy.

At this time, Wen Ai would basically use it to observe Xu Changzhou. There is only a 70-centimeter wide aisle between them. If you want to know what the other person is doing, you can get a glimpse from the corner of your eye.

But Wen Ai didn't want to just glance at it.

He usually stacks large and small books unevenly and puts them on the side of the table, with his head lying behind the pile of books, and he can reach Xu Changzhou's end through the gap of the book. And with the cover, Xu Changzhou couldn't notice it at all.

Today, Xu Changzhou is still very quiet, with a gray-shell painting book spread out in front of him, holding a carbon pen loosely in his right hand, skillfully changing the angle of the pen, and his movements are very smooth.

It didn't take long for a lively puppy cub to jump on the paper. It hid itself behind the pile of books, awkwardly stuck out half of its body, its round eyes were full of aura, one ear was softly slumped, the other was half-standing, and its small head was still so crooked, completely Acting cute.

Wen Ai covered his mouth and snickered. Xu Changzhou was so cold on the surface that he secretly liked this cute little pet in his heart. The inner world of this sudden change of style is really--

Hahaha!

He leaned on the table and smiled so that his shoulders shrugged. The system came out to stop it, but his voice was strange, as if he was in a bumpy state: "Don't~laugh~~ I~ want~ spit~"

Wen Ai was startled, and immediately stopped: "What's the matter? Don't scare me."

As soon as he calmed down, the system returned to normal: "You were too emotional just now, and the current from the cerebral cortex almost shattered me! I am very fragile, and I need to be treated tenderly by the world."

Wen Ai was silent for a moment: "Okay, I will try to handle it gently in the future."

When he was communicating with the system, Xu Changzhou was still refining the sketch, his eyes focused, and there was a rare softness in his expression, but Wen Ai missed it completely.

Noble schools like to seek to be different in various ways. If they are good, they are innovative, and if they are popular, they want to be forced. Take physical education as an example. The school has adopted a course selection mode. From ball games to aerobics, you can choose from various courses.

During the class, the class leader gave everyone a course selection form and asked them to fill out and hand in before the class.

Jiang Cheng rummaged in the messy seat for a while, and finally turned to Wen Ai and borrowed a pen. After lying on the table in Wen Ai, he began to fill in the form. He wrote his name in a dashing manner, and then he appeared in the football class. Ticked.

He took his eyes to Wen Ai's watch: "What did you choose? Why not play football with me?"

Wen Ai withdrew the pen from his hand: "I have to think again."

After Jiang Cheng filled out the form, he went to the next class to soak up a girl. Wen Ai stared at his own piece, wandering about Taekwondo, Sanda, and Judo. In just one second, he had already made up hundreds of treatments. Xu Changzhou's method. But no matter how hot he thinks it is useless, the key depends on what Xu Changzhou chooses.

Wen Ai knocked on the system: "What class did the male lead choose?"

System: "Tennis."

Wen Ai ticked a standard tick in the tennis column, and then placed the course selection table in the upper right corner of the desk so that the class leader could collect it later.

Seeing that there was still some time, he was about to pee. When he got up, he inadvertently glanced at Xu Changzhou. There was a clean table on the clean table, and there was no tick on the clean table.

Wen Ai asked the system in surprise: "He hasn't chosen yet, why did you tell me that he chose tennis?"

The system should be playing Snake Snake again, and rewarded him with two words: "Plot."

Wen Ai said "Oh", it turned out to be in the plot, but it was another plot he didn't know. In fact, apart from the story outline, he is not clear about many specific plots. The system said that this is to prevent the actor from taking advantage of the loopholes and ruining the plot direction after knowing the complete plot.

Wen Ai felt that this rule was completely self-contradictory. On the one hand, he required him to follow the plot and move toward the ending; on the other hand, he did not tell him the detailed plot, and he was free to play. It's like walking in the dark and telling you your destination, but you are reluctant to give you a light on the road. You are almost lucky, so I just fell into the gutter!

The school announced the physical education schedule in the afternoon. Wen Ai took a look at the list of tennis lessons. Most of the names were unfamiliar. They were students from other classes. There were only three people in their class who took this course. In addition to him and Xu Changzhou, there was also Sun Mengzhen.

The weather in early September was still very hot, and every movement was sweating. When in physical education class, everyone changed into school-made summer sportswear. Both men and women were all uniform short-sleeved shorts.

After Wen Ai changed his clothes, he went to the tennis court to gather. By then, most of the students in the class had gathered there.

When he came, dozens of sights swept over him. After being a young master for more than ten years, his tender skin was so white that he couldn't open his eyes in the sun.

The girls silently hid their arms behind their backs, there would be no harm without contrast.

After all, this world is Yankong's world. Wen Ai stopped at the center of the field. His short, crisp hair was lined with delicate facial features, and his temperament was clear and clean, which soon attracted many students to talk. Wen Ai dealt with them politely, and then got out on the grounds that he was going to find his classmates.

Wen Ai found Xu Changzhou on the edge of the tennis court. He stayed away from the crowd by himself, leaning on the iron net relaxedly, and he was a bit more lazy than usual.

Wen Ai stood still in front of him, folded his arms, his face was dark, and his tone was very uncomfortable: "You actually took this course, it's really annoying."

Xu Changzhou was the same as usual, but looked at him silently. Because he was looking down, his gaze fell into the opening of his open collar unexpectedly, and a large landscape instantly flooded his eyes. Xu Changzhou froze suddenly, and quickly passed away. head.

Wen Ai thought this was an act of disgusting himself, and secretly delighted in his heart. It seemed that his tireless efforts to find faults were quite fruitful.

He forced the corners of his mouth that he wanted to raise, crossed his hand to his waist, and said cruelly to Xu Changzhou: "I'm telling you, you don't want to have a better physical education class in the future!"

When he said this, Wen Ai had a plan in his mind, but he didn't expect that the person who had a hard time first was himself.

They were given tennis lessons by a very rigorous female coach, who attached great importance to basic skills. After teaching the basics, they were asked to start swinging practice. Twenty or so students lined up in four rows, holding the racket with their dominant hands, practicing with the forehand and backhand wheels. As long as the whistle does not sound, the movement is not allowed to stop.

After a class, Wen Ai could hardly feel the presence of his right hand. The prosthetic limb attached to his right shoulder.

The boring swing practice lasted for three weeks. When the coach finally put the stopwatch in his pocket and announced that the class was going to sparring training, the whole class was boiling.

In the two or two teams, Wen Ai strode forward to Xu Changzhou and unilaterally announced the formation of a partner very strongly. The few girls on the side who wanted to invite Xu Changzhou but couldn’t speak were all stunned. I guess they didn’t expect that Wen Ai would take the initiative to join Xu Changzhou. After all, after three weeks of class time, everyone felt that he was inexplicable to Xu Changzhou. hostility.

Sun Mengzhen glanced at them from a distance, his expression a little worried.

The coach dragged two large baskets of tennis **** out and asked one person from each group to lead them. Wen Ai bent over to pick and choose in the basket. Sun Meng really came out from nowhere and squatted beside him: "You are a good person."

Wen Ai who was forcibly stuffed with a good guy card: "..."

Sun Mengzhen: "You are very polite to teachers and classmates. I can feel that you are actually very soft-hearted."

Wen Ai picked up a tennis ball and squeezed it vigorously, feeling it was not firm enough, and threw it back into the basket.

He glanced at Sun Mengzhen: "But?"

Sun Meng really smiled: "But as soon as you meet Xu Changzhou, you suddenly become another person. Arrogant, irritable, and careful."

I'm a mission need, you don't understand.

Wen Ai straightened up, holding tennis **** selected by thousands of people, all brand new, full of breath and hard enough, it would definitely hurt to hit him. He looked at Xu Changzhou who had occupied the field in the distance, and the corner of his mouth hooked sinisterly.

Sun Mengzhen casually grabbed two **** and chased him, lowering his voice and said, "I just want to say that everyone can be assigned to a class is also fate. If you have any misunderstandings, you should talk about it early, and you will have to take care of each other."

Wen Ai understands what she is worried about, and she just sees herself actively partnering with Xu Changzhou, thinking that this is going to cause trouble.

That's right, he just wanted to do something. For this, he endured three weeks of swing training, his arm pain has never stopped, and now he has finally caught the opportunity!

Xu Changzhou lowered his head and fiddled with the racket. Seeing Wen Ai came over, he didn't ask why he had been there for so long. He walked to the position and stood up, ready to play.

Wen Ai was also not polite with him, throwing the ball up, using his right hand, the ball made a yellow trajectory in the air, and flew to the opposite side aggressively.

Regardless of whether it can go out of bounds, it is a good shot that can hit someone.

Unfortunately, it missed.

One goal, two goals...Every goal of Wen Ai aimed at Xu Changzhou's body, but he didn't even touch the sides of his clothes. The most annoying thing is that he injected a high-speed ball that he played with strength, Xu Changzhou lightly said it and blocked it, and deliberately returned him a slow ball speed, the kind that elementary school students can receive without pressure.

This is absolutely silent mockery! Translated into sound is: Come hit me, you can't hit me if you give you a chance.

Wen Ai was energized by his own brain, squeezed the racket, and aimed it at a place three inches below Xu Changzhou's navel.

Maybe it really is the reincarnation of heaven. Xu Changzhou didn't expect that he would aim at that kind of place. Without his thinking, his body reacted instinctively, and his strength was suddenly uncontrollable.

Wen Ai was used to playing the same ball speed in slow motion, and suddenly came so fast, he didn't even think of hiding, and stayed on the spot waiting to hit it.

After the muffled sound of hitting the flesh, Wen Ai looked at his calf, then at the tennis ball that was still rolling by his feet, and suddenly sat down on the ground.

"Damn!"

Xu Changzhou frowned, ran over quickly and knelt on one knee to help him check the wound.

Wen Ai had no muscles in his legs, and his calf sank into a nest with a jab. It was soft, white and tender, which made people want to pinch. Xu Changzhou pressed a button on his bone and withdrew his hand after confirming that he was not injured.

Wen Ai kept groaning and yelling pain. Xu Changzhou checked it again. A big red circle stamp was smashed out, but there was no greenishness at the bottom and no purple bruises. It is estimated that there will be no traces in ten minutes. .

And the ball flew too low just now and was blocked when it crossed the net, so the final impact will not be too strong.

Xu Changzhou stood up without a word.

Wen Ai made up his mind to touch porcelain, but lay on the ground and refused to get up. The other classmates were attracted to him and formed a circle around him. You said every word and I said to send to the infirmary. A tall boy wanted to come to help, but he refused decisively.

Wen Ai grabbed Xu Changzhou's ankle: "Whoever gets it will be responsible!"

Xu Changzhou looked down at him: "You want me to be responsible?"

Wen Ai struggled to raise his head, in the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on Xu Changzhou's face, but he still said with certainty: "Yes."