It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

When Wen Ai woke up the next day, his cold was completely healed. He was in this physique. Although he was prone to get sick, he disappeared after the fever went away. Unlike some people, you have to cough for a week after fever.

Wen Ai took the clean clothes and went into the bathroom, while holding the bath ball and taking a bath, he recalled what happened last night. He remembered that someone carried him all the way back home from the classroom. The feeling was very familiar. It was probably Jiang Cheng, otherwise the other classmates would not have such good friendship with him.

When he came out of the bathroom, Wen Ai was refreshed. The sweat stains that had originally stuck to his body were all washed into the sewer, and the whole person became light.

Finding the school uniform coat entangled with the quilt on the bed, Wen Ai stretched his hand into his sleeve——

Eh? Hand? ?

Wen Ai shook off his coat to see, which is his, his is two sizes smaller!

The school printed the student's name on the label on the back of each uniform. Wen Ai pulled the label out and saw the words "Xu Changzhou" with big eyes.

He drove downstairs and asked the housekeeper, who was putting breakfast on the table: "Yes, when classmate Xu was leaving yesterday, you still put people’s overcoat Tuan Ba ​​Tuan Ba ​​as a pillow, and he saw that you were asleep. I didn’t have the heart to bother. I said I gave him my coat, he didn’t want it, and I left in a thin sweater."

The housekeeper helped Wen Ai pull a chair and filled him with a bowl of polenta: "Master, don't blame me for talking too much. Student Xu stayed with you until two or three in the morning yesterday. If you are interested, remember to say thank you today."

Wen Ai bit the spoon and nodded in a complicated mood.

Generally speaking, when Wen Ai arrived in the classroom, Xu Changzhou had already painted in his seat, while Jiang Cheng stepped on the bell of early self-study and rushed to the front of the grade director.

Today the order is reversed.

As soon as Wen Ai stepped into the classroom, Jiang Cheng rushed over, looking like he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Jiang Cheng cautiously said: "How are you feeling? You are not sick anymore?" As soon as the voice fell, he slapped his head suddenly: "Grass! What a broken tongue! I mean you don't have a fever, right? ?"

Wen Ai put his schoolbag on the chair, glanced at the empty seat next to him, absent-mindedly said, "It's okay."

Jiang Cheng rubbed his hands guiltily: "Uncle asked me to take care of you before, but I was the last person in the class who knew you were on sick leave... You, don't be angry with me..."

Wen Ai stared at the door of the classroom: "What's so angry about this."

Jiang Cheng suddenly became angry: "You said that you are not angry. You don't want to look at me anymore! You don't reply after sending you so many text messages! And you felt sick yesterday, why didn't you call me? !" He scratched his head irritably, "I knew I wouldn't accompany those stinky ladies to self-study at night. Mom's women have a lot of shit!"

Wen Ai glanced at him in surprise, thinking that you used to coax people with one sentence on the left and right yesterday, and it became stinky today.

Wen Ai took out his mobile phone and long pressed the power button in front of Jiang Cheng. The screen was always dark: "Did you see it? I took the exam two days ago and I didn't care about charging it."

In fact, the phone turned off automatically this morning, but he thought Jiang Cheng better not know.

Jiang Cheng smirked twice: "Let me just say, we are so close... You can't contact me because you have no choice... Hehe."

Wen Ai pushed his shoulder to make him turn back: "I'm ringing early, what should I do."

When Xu Changzhou arrived late, the grade director happened to be carrying his old teacup, which was about to lose his paint, and inspecting the corridor. He directly caught Xu Changzhou and took him to the office for criticism and education. The first class was fast. Put people back only when they started.

During class, Wen Ai kept looking aside. Xu Changzhou looked like a okay person. He probably didn't suffer much in the office, but there was a bit of tiredness between his eyebrows. He probably didn't rest well last night.

Wen Ai pursed his lips and went home at two or three in the morning. The Communist Party couldn't sleep for a few hours. It's only strange to get a good rest. This time, he really owed favors.

After class, Wen Ai returned his coat to Xu Changzhou, took out a gold card and patted it on the table: "This is yesterday's reward. Let's put one size into one."

Xu Changzhou was startled, his jaw gradually tightened and his face became ugly.

Wen Ai pushed the card forward: "Take it, no matter how well-off your family is, it can't compare to this card."

Xu Changzhou stood up abruptly. Wen Ai thought that he was finally unable to restrain his anger and wanted to beat himself up, but Xu Changzhou left the classroom without even looking at him.

Wen Ai looked at the glittering magnetic card on the table, and felt that he was too awkward. In fact, he wanted to thank Xu Changzhou very much. Jiang Cheng didn’t take care of him when he was sick, and the system couldn’t help. So Xu Changzhou stepped up and took care of him. When he heard from the butler in the morning, he was always moved. Up.

But he still has a task. He has a strong sense of urgency about the memory he has lost. There must be something very important there.

The system suddenly appeared: "Congratulations, I finally humiliated the male lead in a real sense."

Wen Ai felt even more uncomfortable: "I know, I know!"

System: "QAQ you kill me."

Wen Ai: "...you go play Snake, I beg you."

Wen Ai stood there for a while, and finally put the card away silently, and couldn't help but go out to find Xu Changzhou.

Xu Changzhou was outside the classroom, with his hands on the railing, his head hanging and his back bent. When the wind blew, his back was sad and lonely. A discerning person knows at a glance that this is either emotional injury or not having breakfast.

Wen Ai walked over to watch the scenery side by side with him, and asked nonchalantly: "Have you eaten?"

Xu Changzhou was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head.

Wen Ai took out his hand from his pocket, spread his palm, and laid two bonbons in his palm. He sent his hand to Xu Changzhou's direction: "Please eat."

Xu Changzhou's expression has eased a lot. He took one and slowly peeled off the wrapping paper: "You like it very much?"

Wen Ai threw up and caught the remaining chocolate, and followed up and down his eyes: "Yes, come one if there is nothing to do, it is very delicious!"

As soon as the voice fell, something was fed into his mouth, Wen Ai subconsciously bit it open, and a strong smell of alcohol filled his mouth. He was stunned, then turned to look at Xu Changzhou: "Why give it to me, didn't you eat breakfast?"

Xu Changzhou helped him catch another falling chocolate, peeled it in twos and then fed it into his mouth: "I am allergic to alcohol."

Wen Ai's cheeks are full: "Are you really allergic or really angry?"

Xu Changzhou lowered his head to fiddle with the chocolate wrapper, without speaking.

Wen Ai stabbed him with his elbow: "Say, I'm looking for you with my face down, are you still showing up with me?"

Xu Changzhou raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Not angry."

Wen Ai didn't believe it: "Then why are you staying outside?"

Xu Changzhou folded the wrapping paper and put it in his trouser pocket: "Think about things."

Wen Ai approached him and blinked curiously: "What do you want?"

Xu Changzhou glanced at him deeply: "You will know later."

Wen Ai felt cold on his back, always feeling that this sentence was similar to "I will take your dog's life in ten years later".

Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng put a square box on the table of Wen Ai. Wen Ai looked at the words on the box and wondered: "What do you do with the power bank?"

Jiang Cheng opened the box and connected the data cable to the Wen Ai mobile phone: "This way you won't be afraid that you won't be able to contact me if you run out of power."

Wen Ai: "The power bank is not unlimited, it will always run out, and you should give this thing to your girlfriend."

Jiang Cheng didn't care: "What to send her to, if I can't get in touch, just wait until I can get in touch."

Wen Ai: "..."

Remember you said that you want to do all kinds of pets for your little lovers?

Yes, this is very face-slapped.

There was no late self-study on Friday. School was over after four o'clock in the afternoon. Wen Ai sat firmly in his seat and waited until the class was almost gone. He took a broomstick at the back of the classroom and stood in front of Xu Changzhou.

Xu Changzhou pursed his lips slightly: "What are you doing?"

Wen Ai smiled at him: "Don't pretend, the senior director will definitely punish you to clean up. All those who are caught late will not be able to escape this disaster."

Xu Changzhou looked at the broomstick in his hand: "Then you..."

Wen Ai handed the broomstick forward: "Of course I am here to supervise you!"

The cleaning work in the classroom is generally handled by a dedicated cleaning aunt, who is professional and efficient, and the cleaning is very clean. But Nabubu students are all basketball enthusiasts, and they start shooting a long distance away from the trash can. Everyone thinks they can score three points, but the ball frame is not touched. These young masters were not willing to condescend to pick them up, and let the paper **** scattered on the ground. People who passed by accidentally kicked them and kicked them back to the middle of the classroom.

Wen Ai was sitting on the podium, and he could see the **** wherever he could. Xu Changzhou swept the floor underneath, took the chair out of the seat with one hand, and put it back after the sweeping. It was easy and not muddy at all.

Wen Ai picked a broken piece of chalk from the blackboard slot, held it in his hand, and threw it at Xu Changzhou's head. Xu Changzhou seemed to have eyes on the top of his head, without lifting his head, his body turned a little angle, and the chalk brushed his hair.

Wen Ai raised his eyebrows and threw a dozen of them in succession. All of them were lost. He suddenly exclaimed, "Stop playing!"

After he finished speaking, he really lay still on the desk.

Xu Changzhou came over and poked his arm. He threw his arm away especially unwillingly, humming and ignoring people.

Xu Changzhou poked his forehead again, he glared at others with round eyes, and turned his head directly to the other side.

Xu Changzhou looked at the back of his head, and the corners of his mouth raised silently.

Wen Ai did not hear any movement for a long time, and was wondering when a shadow suddenly fell over it.

Xu Changzhou put his hands on his sides and circled him underneath: "Why do you like to hit people so much? Hit tennis, hit chalk, what will you hit next time?"

Wen Ai was surrounded by Xu Changzhou's breath, and he could even vaguely feel the heat in Xu Changzhou's chest on his back. His mind was suddenly empty, and his mouth was out of control: "I hit you..."

Xu Changzhou looked at his pink ears and laughed lowly: "Then I won't hide next time."