A villain in love dressed as school grass

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was only willing to drop a little hot compared to midsummer.

Senior 22 class is taking physics class.

After Qi Wanwei, a physics teacher, became the dean of the second grade, his original aura of [-] meters also suddenly increased, comparable to a giant Buddha.

No matter how naughty the students in class [-] are, no matter how disinterested in studying, they still pretend to be obedient and obedient.

"So the answer to this pressure question is D. Do you understand?" Qi Wanwei asked, pointing to his smooth handwriting on the blackboard.

"Listen—understand—got it!" Class [-] students said in unison.

In fact, no one could understand, except Zhu Bo who had just been called away by Liu Pingju.

"Okay, okay." Qi Wanwei nodded with satisfaction, his eyes flicked across the faces of the students who were "hungry for knowledge".

However, a boy with his head down looks so different and eye-catching.

Pu Ziwen looked down at the phone screen, with wireless bluetooth earphones plugged into his ears, isolated from the world, and didn't attend classes at all.

His brightly lit phone screen was colorful, and looking at the very festive page, it was Fighting the Landlord.

Originally, Pu Ziwen only liked online battle games, but one day he accidentally watched Ding Weisong's Battle of the Landlords, and inexplicably felt that the game was quite interesting.

Then Pu Ziwen stayed at home all weekend and painstakingly studied the skills of fighting the landlord, and the game beans were gone, and the money was paid.

"Ding Weisong, is there something wrong with your pair three in the last round?!"

"Don't you know that what the landlord has left is a pair of fours?"

Pu Ziwen scolded Ding Weisong in the back seat in a low voice.

"Brother Wen, how would I know, I saw that there was a straight left on the card counter, and I thought the four was in your hand..."

Ding Weisong was half-speaking, then suddenly raised his head and met Qi Wanwei's murderous eyes.

"I'll fuck you, you think, I hinted at a single card for you, are you against me?"

Pu Ziwen was still regretting that he hadn't beaten the bastard landlord in the last game, which made him win the game bean super double for no reason.

"Look at my eyes in this game, be serious." Pu Ziwen stared at the phone, "Understood?"

No one answered for half a day.

"Understood?" Pu Ziwen asked again.

Still no one answered.

Pu Ziwen thought that Ding Weisong didn't listen, so he raised his head and turned to talk about him, only then did he notice Qi Wanwei who had a strong aura beside him.

Pu Ziwen silently put the phone back into the pocket of his school uniform, and smiled kindly and obediently before looking up again.

"Hello, teacher." Pu Ziwen showed a standard smile.

It looks like a harmless baby.

But Qi Wanwei didn't think so.

"He is against you? I think you are against me!" Qi Wanwei slapped the physics textbook on Pu Ziwen's desk, "Stand up!"

"Bravely playing with your mobile phone during class time, I think you are treating the school rules like air!"

Qi Wanwei was very angry.

Pu Ziwen didn't hesitate at all, and stood up very quickly with a quick reaction.

Pu Ziwen stood up a head higher than Qi Wanwei, because of fear, he lowered his head on purpose to show weakness.

"Pu Ziwen, you are a typical example of never changing your mind! In my class, you have done tricks more than once!"

"I'll let you go if it doesn't affect your grades, but look at what score you gave me in the monthly exam, 16 points?!"

"I asked Uncle Wang's parrot at the door to peck at the test paper with a pen, maybe he could do better than you!"

At this moment, the atmosphere in Class [-] was very tense, and a door opening broke the deadlock.

Zhu Bo has just returned from a spiritual lecture on how to help a friend in distress recover from Liu Pingju.

"Report, I just came back from the class teacher's office."

"Return to your seat." Qi Wanwei had already confirmed with Liu Pingju.

Zhu Bo walked towards his seat, he had just heard Qi Wanwei's angry reprimand at the door.

Zhu Bo went back to his seat and rubbed shoulders with Pu Ziwen, and when his eyes met, Zhu Bo pulled out a smile of watching the fire from the other side.

Pu Ziwen immediately understood that Zhu Bo was laughing at him, and he still has today.

Moreover, Pu Ziwen is very familiar with this word despite being taught repeatedly. Director Cao once said about the Internet cafe where they fought when they met for the first time.

History is always strikingly similar.

It's just that people are different.

Really destined.

Qi Wanwei was so angry that he took Pu Ziwen to find Liu Pingju after class.

Qi Wanwei told Liu Pingju the truth about what Pu Ziwen did in class, and asked for an explanation. Qi Wanwei didn't give up until Liu Pingju quietly told him that the child had some psychological problems and needed treatment.

"Since you have psychological problems, you should strengthen the treatment. Escape is not the solution. Do you hear me! Cooperate with teachers and parents."

Qi Wanwei's concern also coexists with majesty.

Pu Zi didn't understand, so he nodded.

Who has mental problems?Who needs treatment?Who escaped again?

he?

When did this happen……

It wasn't until Liu Pingju finished explaining her current opinion on Pu Ziwen that Pu Ziwen realized that he had become a person with particularly serious psychological problems.

"Teacher, please believe me, I really don't need a psychiatrist." He is not sick, it's just that no one believes what he says.

So of course, Liu Pingju didn't believe it, and took Pu Ziwen directly to the school infirmary that morning.

The person in charge of the drip in the school infirmary is a young, beautiful and temperamental woman, surnamed Xu.

At the same time, there is an old scholar who is in charge of students' psychological problems, surnamed Li.

Liu Pingju told Dr. Li exactly what happened to Pu Ziwen.

"Ms. Liu, don't worry, I am good at treating psychological problems of high school students."

Satisfied, Liu Pingju put Pu Ziwen in the infirmary and left.

Pu Ziwen: "..."

After a while, Zhu Bo also came over, and Pu Zi's eyes were a little resistant when he heard him.

Zhu Bo suddenly thought of the day in the Internet cafe, so he had the mentality of wanting to make trouble.

"Doctor Li, I will definitely help my classmate get through this difficult time. I really trust you, student Pu, don't worry."

"Doctor Li, you also know about my classmate's situation. I am very sad that he has become like this now. If God gives me a chance... I will... definitely ask adults to help him from the beginning."

"As long as he recovers, it will not be troublesome for you to ask me to cooperate with the treatment of him."

Zhu Bo was sincere when he spoke, not like making up nonsense at all.

Pu Ziwen's eyes froze, he could tell that this ice cube with a temper that is easy to blow up and not easy to mess with would only talk so much when he wanted to punish others.

It was bearded and yellow-haired before, this time it was his turn.

What a crime.

After Dr. Li gave Pu Ziwen a preliminary condition assessment, he directly ticked the C box of the psychological problem level.

C is the worst grade.

In short, Pu Ziwen is sick, very sick!

Dr. Li asked them to go back first, and he wanted to come up with a sophisticated treatment plan when he got off work.

"Your situation is very difficult. In this way, the two of you will come back tomorrow morning, and we will officially start the treatment."

After hearing this, Pu Zi stepped out and walked out, even feeling like a strong man going to die.

Zhu Bo slowly paced behind, wanting to laugh.

The school infirmary is at the school gate, and the two need to bypass the large platform of the statue of Confucius.

The platform is wide, and the wind blowing from a distance mixes with the fragrance of small pink flowers on the tree, and blows straight to Pu Ziwen's body, blowing away the heat from his body a lot.

Pu Ziwen didn't know what kind of small pink flower it was, but felt that the smell was a bit too greasy, not his favorite type at all.

Pu Ziwen suddenly wanted to ask Zhu Bo where his acting skills were, and he was still trying to fix himself there, so he stopped in his tracks.

"No, I said you..."

As soon as Pu Ziwen turned around, Zhu Bo, who lowered his head and walked away without looking at the road, didn't notice that he stopped and bumped into his arms.

"you……"

Zhu Bo's light and shallow breath just hit Pu Ziwen's neck, and this blow completely forgot what Pu Ziwen wanted to say just now.

Zhu Bo stood under the little pink flower tree for a while just now, and his body was dyed with the fragrance of flowers, entangled around him.

Pu Ziwen was stunned, and there was an inexplicably low voice in his heart.

The smell on Zhu Bo's body...it smells good.

"What me? Don't you stop and say something first." Zhu Bo's words disrupted Pu Ziwen's thoughts.

Zhu Bo stretched out his hand to push Pu Ziwen away before a trace of blush appeared on the base of his ears.

The man was so close to him that he was a little out of breath.

"I," Pu Ziwen looked back at him, his eyes a little averted, "you didn't look at the road either."

"Such a wide road, you will not deliberately bypass me?"

"Or, are you blackmailing me on purpose?"

Zhu Bo felt that Pu Ziwen was a little strange and unnatural.

"Do you want to ask me why I said you were sick?"

"To each other, you will pass our army too."

It was rare for Zhu Bo to say these words, and it was when Pu Ziwen didn't ask.

Pu Zi didn't hear much of Zhu Bo's words, he just stared at Zhu Bo's speaking lips in a daze.

It seems a little soft.

A gust of breeze blew, Pu Ziwen shook his head, cutting off the threads of the messy thoughts that appeared in his mind.

The idea just now was too foul to think about it.

Pu Ziwen coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment: "No, let's go back to the classroom."

Pu Ziwen just raised his legs and walked towards the teaching building without any fuss.

Pu Ziwen's reaction was abnormal, so Zhu Bo took a few more glances at his back.

Zhu Bo didn't think Pu Ziwen was so good-looking before, but this time he looked quite pleasing to the eye.

It is more pleasing to the eye than ordinary people.

Zhu Bo forced himself to look away.

Well, can't see it.

Wang Lu wanted to see Zhu Bo's results in this monthly exam, but Zhu Bo didn't stop him and showed her.

Wang Luxian's expression is not bad, after all, compared with before, his son's grades have improved a little bit.

This also shows that the son is changing in disguise.

"But Xiaowen's result..." was unexpected.

"Well, he seems to have a psychological problem." Zhu Bo said, "needs treatment."

"It doesn't appear that Xiaowen has this problem." Wang Lu muttered, but he really couldn't see it.

Zhu Bo thought, but he couldn't tell.

Who knows what Pu Ziwen thinks, maybe this is the beginning of the school grass cutting black and white?

I don't even want to be a top student.

Zhu Bo suddenly laughed, he is really unusual.

It was okay for Pu Ziwen to start psychotherapy on the first day, but Zhu Bo didn't use it for the time being.

He just sat on a chair and listened to Dr. Li chanting with a book.

As for what he was talking about, Pu Ziwen didn't hear a single word.

Pu Ziwen secretly took out the mobile phone from Dr. Li's side while he was studying, and exchanged news with Ding Weisong to fight the landlord.

Chat and play games.

- Where are you at the same table? What are you doing?

- I am at the same table, he is sleeping, Brother Wen, do you want to find him, I will call him for you.

- No, you let him sleep, I just ask.

-OK.Brother Wen, I just heard from Sister Ju that there will be a sports meeting, great!

The sports meeting of Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School has always been grandly organized, because Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School will have a sports class every session.

This sports class can also be regarded as a face of No. [-] Middle School.

-When the time comes to choose a teammate, Brother Wen, you can choose me directly. I often go out to exercise and run, so I must show my strength this time.

- You must choose me, Brother Wen! ! ! ! !

Pick a teammate?

Pu Ziwen froze his hand sliding the phone, he could choose his teammates.

Pu Ziwen typed on the screen again.

- No, Brother Wen rejects you.

The author has something to say: Xiaopu's Diary: The weather is sunny today, the breeze is blowing with the fragrance of flowers, my wife hugged me for the first time, so happy!

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