Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

After school, Fan He rearranged the tables and chairs in the classroom that had been messed up during the day, and refilled the podium with chalk before taking his used notebook home.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tong Xiyuan looking like he was about to judge him. Fan He walked over with a smile in his eyes and said in a disgruntled tone, "Why didn't Yuan Yuan pick me up today?"

"Oh, something delayed me," Tong Xiyuan stretched out his hand to him, "Where is the calligraphy you practiced today? I want to check it."

A trace of guilt flashed across Fan He's face, and he refused, "Wait a minute, let's cook first."

His look made Tong Xiyuan narrow his eyes, suspecting that there were more outrageous drawings in his notebook that he had not seen.

"Don't delay, the meal is ready." Tong Xiyuan reached out and took the rolled-up notebook in his hand. After taking it, he pretended to check the calligraphy practice, but in fact his eyes were always looking at the back of the book.

After flipping through it for a while, Tong Xiyuan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, wondering, where is the painting?

A notebook only had a dozen pages, and he quickly finished flipping through them. Fan He looked at Tong Xiyuan and asked, "Did I write well today?"

Tong Xiyuan didn't even look at his handwriting carefully, and nodded absentmindedly, "It's improved compared to yesterday."

So where did the painting go? Did Van Helmut stay at school?

How could that be possible? What if some children stayed to play after school and accidentally saw it? It would have a bad impact.

Tong Xiyuan returned the book to Fan He and asked him, "Is this the only one?"

"Hmm," Fan He took it and thought for a moment before saying, "Oh, there's another one, Yuan Yuan, do you want to read it?"

This is what Tong Xiyuan was waiting for. He stretched out his hand and said, "Yes."

Fan He took his outstretched hand and walked into the house, "You are so impatient, ask for it later."

Tong Xiyuan: “???”

Is this person shameless again?

He glanced at Fan He's pockets. They were flat and there was probably nothing that could be hidden inside. It seemed that he could only wait for Fan He to take it out himself.

Soon, after finishing their meal, the two sat down at the desk covered with newspapers.

Tong Xiyuan knocked on the table with his pen twice, signaling Fan He to take out another notebook.

Fan He didn't refuse this time. He handed the notebook over with the front side facing up, and watched Tong Xiyuan open it with a smile on his face.

There was a bulge under the cover of the notebook, as if something was stuck there. Tong Xiyuan opened it suspiciously and saw a familiar leaf lying quietly inside.

After a moment of silence, Tong Xiyuan suddenly looked at Fan He, staring at him and said, "You know I'm still drawing."

He angrily brushed away the leaves, turned the book over and easily found the painting he had seen in the afternoon. Compared with the previous appearance, there were some new decorations on it, such as the delicate brooch on the shirt and the thin chain on the ankle when the trouser hem was rolled up.

Tong Xiyuan blushed, thinking that this was no different from drawing pornographic pictures in class. He had thought Fan He was rigid in his thinking before, but how come he had improved so quickly now?

"I drew this because I knew you were here." Fan He covered Tong Xiyuan's hand and guided his fingers to turn to the next page. Their fingertips stroked another painting.

On it, Tong Xiyuan was wearing a neat suit. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with it, but if you looked closely, you would find that the hem of the suit was too wrinkled.

It was hard for Tong Xiyuan not to think wrongly. He gritted his teeth and before he could say anything in anger, he heard Fan He say it again.

"I want to see Yuanyuan wearing clothes like this."

Tong Xiyuan pushed him, his ears turned red, and he bit his lip and said, "I won't wear it."

Fan He looked at his bitten lips with burning eyes and chuckled, "I just want to see you wearing such nice clothes, what are you thinking about, Yuan Yuan?"

"I," Tong Xiyuan paused, "You draw so...what can I think of?"

"What did I draw?" Fan He sighed, then realized what he said and said with great injustice: "So this is how I look in Yuan Yuan's mind."

Tong Xiyuan looked at him, then at the painting. After turning one page, there was still another. It didn't seem like he was wrongly accusing anyone. It was obvious that Fan He had evil intentions.

He looked at Fan He suspiciously, but Fan He just lowered his head and covered his mouth.

The man kissed him while crying out for injustice and making a fuss in a vague manner.

"Since Yuanyuan thinks so, I can only do this. I'm already a bad guy in your heart anyway, so it wouldn't be too much to be a little worse."

Tong Xiyuan was blocked by him and couldn't say a word. He almost tore the textbook on the table with his force.

……

After a long time, Fan He wiped the drawing on the book with regret and said humbly: "Don't be angry anymore. I won't draw like this in the future. Is that okay?"

Tong Xiyuan closed his eyes and refused to look, "I'm not angry."

He just felt that it had a bad influence and he felt embarrassed.

Fan He got the advantage and acted cute, hugged the man and asked: "Then should I continue painting?"

"Study hard and practice calligraphy," Tong Xiyuan covered his mouth with his backhand to stop him from talking nonsense, "I'll let Teacher Su supervise you for me."

Fan He covered his mouth with his hand, and a flash of unhappiness appeared in his eyes, but he suppressed it all.

Su Yiwen is nothing. It’s not worth it for him to argue with Tong Xiyuan at this time.

After the two of them had such a mess, Tong Xiyuan had to put his study plan for the day on hold.

At the beginning of a new week, Fan He restrained himself a little, and the paintings he drew from time to time became much more serious under Tong Xiyuan's orders.

Today, it was Su Yiwen's class.

He assigned the after-school assignments at the podium, then put down his textbooks and lesson plans and walked around the classroom to observe.

This child's handwriting is getting better and better, that child is becoming more proficient in math addition and subtraction, this child's ABCD are written in the correct alignment, that child remembers the initials and finals firmly, and this child... huh?

Where did the paper come from?

Su Yiwen bent down to pick it up, but a hand had picked it up first. He looked in the direction of the hand and met Fan He's cold eyes.

"Yours." Su Yiwen stood up awkwardly and touched his nose before realizing that he had walked to Fan He's side. In the past, he would avoid this side during class for fear that some bad rumors would spread. Today, he was so engrossed that he didn't even notice it.

Fan He ignored him and put the paper into the notebook. Just as he was about to close it, Su Yiwen stopped him.

"and many more!"

His voice was a little loud, attracting the attention of other children in the class. "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, you guys continue studying," Su Yiwen soothed him, then turned to Fan He and whispered, "Can I see your notebook?"

It just flashed by, and if he saw it correctly, it contained the calculation steps of an extremely complicated math problem, and the formulas used in it were what one would learn in high school.

Fan He closed the book and put it aside, saying coldly, "No."

That was the notebook he accidentally brought with him, which was what Tong Xiyuan used on a daily basis.

Su Yiwen's desire to explore has been aroused. He was already lonely preparing for the exam alone, and now he finally found a potential ally. He couldn't wait to communicate with him about the difficult problems he couldn't solve.

He thought for a moment and said, "Is it Tong Xiyuan who is studying? If you don't let me see, I'll go to your house for dinner after school and ask him in person."

“…” At that moment, Fan He wanted to beat him up.