Quick Wear: Whose cannon fodder is the most popular?

Chi Yan was used to being praised. From school to work, he had always been a leader.

All the achievements are very impressive. When have I ever suffered such injustice?

But he has to take the blame for the original owner's mistake.

To be honest, this feels quite novel.

There were no difficult questions on this test paper, and only the last question was somewhat interesting. Chi Yan took a quick glance at it and began to daydream.

Just as he was daydreaming about space, someone knocked on the table.

Chi Yan raised his head suddenly and saw Zhao Jinghuan was retracting his hand. When he looked up again, the math teacher's gloomy face was fixed firmly on his head.

......

"Chi Yan! You don't listen in class and you guess blindly on the test. If you have any self-respect, don't hold the whole class back.

If you get this low score in the next exam, I will have a talk with your parents!"

Chi Yan looked up at the teacher, and finally nodded frustratedly.

He wanted to say that I know the answer to this question, so it doesn’t matter whether you listen or not.

But given his current performance, it would be a joke if he said this to others.

Chi Yan had a mission to accomplish and was too lazy to engage in meaningless verbal disputes with anyone. A teacher's job was to discipline his students.

There's nothing to argue about.

These problems can all be solved next time the results come out.

The most urgent task is how to redeem the male protagonist. 001 said that the male protagonist would commit suicide in a year, and he wants to change this ending.

But now he was helpless.

The male protagonist looked quite normal. Apart from the scars on his face, he didn't seem to have any suicidal tendencies, and he would secretly mock people.

When Chi Yan was targeted by the teacher, he would help remind him.

Chi Yan: “001!”

No response...

Where has this insane system gone?

Forget it, just take it one step at a time.

The day's classes were not that difficult. Chi Yan sat behind Zhao Jinghuan and occasionally found topics to chat with him.

Although Zhao Jinghuan's attitude was cold, he was always responsive and would respond to whatever Chi Yan said.

Chi Yan had a good impression of him.

During lunch break, Chi Yan tugged at his collar and prepared to go out for lunch. He glanced at Zhao Jinghuan and found that he was still reading a book and had no intention of going out for lunch.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Chi Yan turned around and asked Zhao Jinghuan.

Zhao Jinghuan glanced at him and shook his head: "Not hungry."

How could he not be hungry? A 17-year-old boy has the best appetite. He had been in classes for a whole morning. It would be nonsense to say that he was not hungry.

He didn't go to eat, probably because of financial reasons.

Chi Yan did not expose it, and called to Zhao Jing in a very domineering manner: "Then come with me, I have something to discuss with you."

He knew that Chi Yan was a school bully who was good at fighting and everyone in the school was afraid of him.

Zhao Jinghuan didn't want to cause trouble, so he had to endure the hunger and follow Chi Yan.

When he went out in the morning, his father was yelling at him again because the breakfast his mother made contained shredded ginger, which his father didn't like.

Normally my mother would pick out all the shredded ginger, but today she must have missed one.

Because of this, his mother forgot to give him money for food when he went out.

He was too lazy to ask for it.

The worst that can happen is that you’ll go hungry.

Chi Yan walked in front, the combination of the school bully and the school hunk was very eye-catching.

Both of them are very good-looking and are well-known figures in the school. In addition, the news that Chi Yan took a luxury car to school this morning has spread around the school.

Many people's eyes fell on them.

Curiosity, exploration, worry, and quite a few gloating.

Most of those who gloated over Zhao Jinghuan's misfortune were boys. They had disliked Zhao Jinghuan for a long time. It was just that his grades were better, so why was he trying so hard to be so pretentious?

Why do girls have such bad taste that they just like his dead face?

Most of the girls they like like Zhao Jinghuan, so no one would not be jealous.

So when they saw him with Chi Yan, they all wished that Chi Yan would beat him up and vent their anger.

Unfortunately, until the two of them reached the door, Chi Yan didn't show any intention of taking action.

The original owner's younger brothers had been waiting at the school gate for a long time, and when they saw Chi Yan, they all came over to show their friendship.

Big Head smiled and said, "Brother Yan, where are we going to eat at noon? I heard that a new spicy hotpot restaurant has opened in Dongmen. Shall we go and try it?"

Chi Yan shook his head.

Chi Yan has never eaten it, but he always feels that it tastes too strong. Besides, the weather is hot now, and he will sweat after eating it. It makes him uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Then let's go eat Chanmian. They have many kinds of noodles, and they also have cold noodles, which are more suitable for summer."

The person who spoke was Li Wei. He was the most stable one among the group, and his words and actions were more mature than those of his peers.

I usually take care of everyone.

Chi Yan nodded reluctantly. It was not realistic to eat at a star-rated restaurant at noon.

Everyone surrounded Chi Yan and went to the noodle shop, but Chi Yan suddenly stopped and looked back at the people who were still standing there.

"Let's go. I said I have something to talk to you about. We can talk while we eat."

Zhao Jinghuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's talk about it right here."

He had no money, and he knew that noodle restaurant, which was considered a relatively expensive restaurant near the school. The cheapest bowl of noodles cost more than 30 yuan...

But he had no money to pay the bill.

Chi Yan didn't allow him to refuse, and said simply and rudely: "No, I want to talk while eating, hurry up, I'm hungry!"

Chi Yan left after he finished speaking, while his younger brothers stared at Zhao Jinghuan eagerly.

Big Head didn't understand why Brother Yan had to take him with him to dinner, but he still dutifully greeted him, "Let's go."

Zhao Jinghuan had no choice but to accept his fate and follow.

There were not many people in the noodle shop. Chi Yan stood at the door and saw that the environment inside was relatively clean, so he walked in.

"Brother Yan, what do you want to eat? I'll go order."

Chi Yan took a look at the menu on the table and chose the most expensive set meal.

"That's it, two servings!"

Big Head was stunned, "Brother Yan, are you that hungry?"

"Don't worry, just order. It's my treat today!"

Chi Yan has always been generous and treating people to meals is a common thing for him, so no one found it strange this time.

After thanking Chi Yan with a smile, he went to order his favorite food.

Only Zhao Jinghuan sat there without moving. He was not Chi Yan's friend, so he assumed that he was not included in the group being treated.

Chi Yan didn't say anything, just flipping through his phone.

The original owner's parents didn't love him much, but they didn't treat him badly in terms of material things. The original owner was only seventeen years old, and his pocket money was over 100,000 yuan per month.

Moreover, the original owner was not a ostentatious and wasteful person, otherwise he would not have eaten noodles and spicy hot pot with the group.

The original owner had saved up millions in change.

Now they are all cheap to Chi Yan.

Big Head came back noisily, put two sets of noodles in front of Chi Yan, and said happily: "Brother Yan, you have a good appetite!"

Chi Yan said nothing and pushed one of the copies in front of Zhao Jinghuan.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Jinghuan asked puzzledly.

Chi Yan shrugged: "Eat if I tell you to. I need your help with something. I feel embarrassed to ask if you don't eat."

Zhao Jinghuan was already hungry as he hadn't eaten anything since morning.

His stomach had been protesting since he entered the noodle shop.