Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Hearing familiar footsteps outside, his fingers shook and the cigarette ashes fell to the ground.

This little brat!

Footsteps entered the door.

"You still know about coming back?" Grandpa Bu said as he looked up and was stunned for a moment when he saw Bu Jia's appearance.

"What happened to your hair?"

Bujia stood there, he was the most incapable of telling lies, his guilty conscience, timidity, and nervousness were clearly reflected on his beautiful face.

"It's a bit long, just fix it." Bujia whispered back while stroking his hair.

Grandpa Bu didn't know what he was thinking. After a few seconds, he looked at the takeaway again, "What is this?"

"That brother gave it to me."

Seeing that Grandpa Bu was not angry, Bu Jia thought that the hair incident was over. He instantly became relaxed and came to the dining table to put down the takeaway.

"Which brother?" Grandpa Bu frowned.

"On our street, that brother." Bujia suddenly paused as he spoke, his clear eyes full of doubts, "The brother I have never seen before."

Grandpa Bu knew instantly that he was talking about the grandson of Mrs. Cui's family.

"Didn't I tell you not to collect other people's things randomly?"

Bu Jia stared at Grandpa Bu blankly and said nothing.

Grandpa Bu:......

"Forget it..." Grandpa Bu took the chopsticks and looked straight at the takeout, swallowed, "Open it and eat."

"Oh." Bujia opened the takeaway.

The aroma immediately hits your nostrils.

Grandpa Bu started eating directly, stuffed a mouthful of meat into his mouth, and couldn't help but squint his eyes with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad..."

After eating a few mouthfuls, when he was not so hungry anymore, Grandpa Bu said to Bu Jia: "The brother you said is your grandma Cui's grandson. He is in the same school as you and is one year older than you."

Bujia slowly raised his head. Compared with normal people, his reaction was always a little slower and his eyes were dull, "Grandma Cui, she's dead."

"...Hmm." Grandpa Bu: "He is the only one in his family now. We have eaten other people's meals and we have to repay them. Let's wait until tomorrow. You can make breakfast and bring some to them."

Bujia nodded and said yes.

After dinner, Bu Jia put away the dishes as usual and was about to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes when Grandpa Bu suddenly stopped him.

"Did someone bully you?"

Bu Jia's back was turned to Grandpa Bu, his whole body froze, he slowly turned his head, his eyes were uneasy and evasive, and he whispered: "No."

"Then who cut your hair? It's so short."

Growing up, Bu Jia used to go to the barber shop where Grandpa Bu took him to get his hair trimmed. The length was always just right, but today's hair was a bit too short.

Grandpa Bu knew when he came in that he was probably being bullied.

"My brother also cut it for me."

Grandpa Bu looked at him without speaking, with some heavy emotions in his eyes that Bu Jia couldn't understand.

He knew that the child was probably being bullied.

But I didn’t dare to tell him.

"Bujia, come here."

Bujia put the dishes on the table and walked slowly to him with his head lowered.

Grandpa Bu adjusted the collar of his school uniform, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly, "Jiajia, grandpa is your only relative. If you are bullied, you must tell grandpa, because if grandpa doesn't help you, no one will I can help you.”

"Nobody bullied me..."

Grandpa Bu felt extremely helpless and said nothing more.

There was a light on in the kitchen, and from where Grandpa Bu was sitting, he could see Bu Jia's back standing in front of the sink.

He is tall and thin, neatly dressed in school uniform, with short black hair hanging neatly on his ears.

He is young, but...

Grandpa Bu felt sour in his heart.

Everyone laughed at their Jiajia for being a fool.

But no one knows how well-behaved and sensible their Jiajia is, and even the best grandson cannot compare to their Jiajia.

-

The night was getting darker.

After Bujia finished cleaning, he finally had some time to himself.

He took out his homework from his schoolbag, sat down at the table, took a pen, and wrote his homework seriously.

Bujia's grades have always been at the bottom of the class, and his test scores are usually in single digits, but if he's lucky, they'll be in double digits.

Chinese is his best achievement.

Bujia read through all the homework assigned by the teacher, and only a few of them actually filled in the answers.

He bit the end of his pen and looked at the almost blank exercise book. There were so many questions that he couldn't answer...

He struggled for a while, and finally closed the exercise book in frustration, put the homework and pen into his schoolbag and zipped it up.

He lay down on the bed, but he couldn't sleep today.

His bedroom was small, but it was filled to the brim with all kinds of things. It was crowded yet cozy, and the ceiling was covered with star wallpaper.

He stared blankly, suddenly touched his hair, laughed stupidly, turned over, and buried half of his face in the pillow.

After a few minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was his breathing as he slept.

-

The next morning.

There are no clouds in the sky and the air is fresh.

"Jingle Bell……"

Mu Qing entered the classroom after the morning self-study bell. The classroom was already full of people, all of whom were reading or practicing questions.

After Mu Qing sat down, her deskmate touched her with his elbow and pointed at her desk with his pen.

Mu Qing looked down and saw a transparently wrapped sandwich lying quietly inside.

It looks very attractive.

My deskmate swallowed his saliva and whispered, "The idiot who was a sophomore in high school downstairs sent it here."

Mu Qing's eyes moved from the sandwich to his tablemate's face, his dark eyes were unfathomable and he could not see the bottom at a glance.

My deskmate’s heart tightened. I don’t know why, but I was a little scared.

He didn't understand at this time that this feeling was a subconscious reminder from his brain.

His deskmate thought Mu Qing didn't know who the fool was, "Oh, by the way, you just transferred here not long ago, so you might not know him. There is a fool in our school who is very famous."

As he spoke, a sarcastic smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

I'm afraid he himself didn't even realize that he subconsciously treated the vulnerable groups in society with contempt and condescension.

"By the way, why would he bring you breakfast? Do you know him?"

Mu Qing looked at him emotionlessly for a while. No one knew what she was thinking in these few seconds.

Until my deskmate felt something was wrong, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

She looked away calmly, took out the sandwich and unwrapped it.

My deskmate stopped me without fear of death, "Don't eat it. Who knows what this thing is made of..."

Mu Qing put the sandwich into her mouth expressionlessly. When it reached her lips, she paused, closed the sandwich packaging again, and then stood up.

In the eyes of his deskmate, "You see what I said, right?", he kicked the stool under him.

"Bang" a loud noise.

There was silence in the classroom, and the students turned to look.

My deskmate was lying on the ground, holding the place where his body was hit and wailing in pain.

Mu Qing had already turned around and left the classroom.

Mu Qing found Bu Jia's class and stood outside the window looking at him.

Bujia was sitting by the window. He was holding a pen and looking at the exercise book obediently. His deskmate was a beautiful girl who was giving him a lecture.

"Dong dong dong..."

Mu lightly knocked on the window.