A villain in love dressed as school grass

What Pu Ziwen said was true, but Zhu Bo did not forget what he had done.

He didn't want to forgive him so easily.

"Let go," Zhu Bo broke free from his arms, "Pu Ziwen, don't think I'll forgive you for just saying a few nice words."

Zhu Bo thought, if he hadn't been taught a lesson and suffered a lot, this person wouldn't have a long memory.

The expression on Pu Ziwen's face was full of grievances.

"Why are you not happy, Brother Wen?"

Zhu Bo put on a supple look again, resting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking.

"Could it be that Brother Wen thinks I'm making trouble for no reason? What should I do, I don't want to be like this..."

After hearing this, Pu Zi hurried to Zhu Bo and waved his hands.

"No! How could I feel that you are wrong, you are always right!"

"As long as you are willing to forgive me, I will listen to whatever you say, really!"

Pu Ziwen spoke earnestly and moved people.

Zhu Bo raised his eyes and asked, "You really listen to me?"

Pu Ziwen nodded: "Listen to you, it's more real than real gold."

Zhu Bo: "Then you should stay away from me, I don't really want to look at you right now."

Pu Ziwen: "Don't make trouble, this one won't work, change it."

His voice coaxed a lot.

Zhu Bo turned to look at him: "What about the promise you made just now? You slapped yourself in the face so soon?"

Zhu Bo directly pointed out that this was nothing to Pu Ziwen.

Pu Ziwen smiled and leaned on Zhu Bo again.

"What's the use of face, can face catch you?"

"If you can't, then I don't think it's useless. If you don't want it, then you don't want it."

Zhu Bo: "..."

When Pu Zi heard the appearance of this scoundrel, Zhu Bo really had no way to deal with him for a while.

Sure enough, shameless people are ruthless people.

"As you like," Zhu Bo took the sheet music, "You correct it yourself, and Teacher Fu will see you if he thinks you are qualified."

"Cherish the opportunity yourself, don't bother me, I'll sleep."

Zhu Bo made a silent gesture, and Pu Ziwen obediently stopped.

In the next few days, Zhu Bo was not ambiguous at all when he said that he would ignore Pu Ziwen.

Zhu Bo personally demonstrated what it means to keep a distance.

From this day on, what Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen said every day can basically be found out with ten fingers, very few.

That's not all, Zhu Bo didn't know how to get in touch with Cai Si Nian more, even the two of them were alone at lunch, talking and laughing.

Pu Ziwen and Ding Weisong can only watch from a distance, as long as they take a step closer, they will be beaten back coldly.

Pu Ziwen was so aggrieved that he wanted to overturn Cai Si Nian's dinner table several times, and knocked the smile off Cai Si Nian's face by the way. He should be the one sitting opposite Zhu Bo talking and laughing.

But the idea is just to think about it.

If Pu Ziwen did it, he might touch Zhu Bo's back again, but he still didn't dare.

In the classroom of Class 32, Ding Weisong saw the situation of Zhu Bo and Zhu Bo in his eyes in recent days.

Song Tianfu also cooperated in the back seat not to mess around, sending messages on his mobile phone whenever he had anything to say.

-What happened to Brother Bo and my brother? How long have the two of you not spoken.

Ding Weisong glanced at it.

-You're wrong, it's not that you don't talk to each other, it's that you Boge unilaterally fought against Wenge.

Song Tianfu was puzzled.

-Hey, I don't understand. What's wrong with them? Why are they fighting like a couple?

Ding Weisong was worried about Song Tianfu's innocence.

-Brother, be confident and remove the look.

-? ? ?

-Yeah, that's what you think, get ready to take your money.

-? ? ? ?

When the two were discussing how many red envelopes should be given, Pu Ziwen suddenly yelled and broke the tranquility of the area. Even the physics teacher Qi Wanwei on the podium was startled.

"Pu Ziwen, do you know this question? Then write on the blackboard with a voice louder than mine, or you can speak."

Pu Ziwen smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry to disturb the teacher, you continue."

Qi Wanwei snorted and continued to recite the hand-drawn circuit diagram.

Pu Ziwen put the somewhat messy musical score sketched in his hand in front of Zhu Bo's eyes, and then whispered.

"Zhu Bo, can you take a look?"

Zhu Bo's eyes shifted from the book to the paper, and his mind was instantly as messy as a musical score.

"What do you want me to see? Look at your abstract modern painting style?"

Pu Ziwen: "No, I revised it for several days, and finally came up with the most satisfactory version."

Pu Ziwen looked over with anticipation in his eyes: "What do you think?"

Zhu Bo took a breath and turned his head away.

"Do you think I can understand? Don't talk for nothing, okay?"

Pu Ziwen's organized emotions just now collapsed in a second by Zhu Bo's simple words.

Pu Ziwen was deflated like a punctured balloon. He reached out to withdraw the music score, but at the moment he reached out, Zhu Bo stopped him in time.

"I'm going to Mr. Fu's house tonight, you can take the score and come with me."

Zhu Bo's voice didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but it still lit up Pu Ziwen's eyes like a torch.

Pu Ziwen nodded repeatedly, and it was good for Zhu Bo to start talking to him.

However, the situation was not as warm and beautiful as Pu Ziwen imagined. Zhu Bo still kept the attitude of shutting down the microphone and not speaking. No matter how he talked to Zhu Bo, Zhu Bo would just hum.

Not a word more.

Arriving at Fu Qinglin's house, as soon as Zhu Bo opened the door, before he could speak, Fu Qinglin's voice came from the kitchen.

"You're a bit late, I'm almost done with dinner."

Fu Qinglin walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron, looked at Zhu Bo approaching, and naturally noticed Pu Ziwen on the side.

Fu Qinglin held the spatula and gestured forward to ask Zhu Bo.

"Xiao Bo, this is the kid you mentioned. He looks handsome, but he looks like a vase no matter what."

Pu Ziwen, who was compared to a vase, never expected that a dignified pianist would be so lively at home.

Zhu Bo said, "Teacher Fu, I'm talking about him."

Zhu Bo gave Pu Ziwen a look, and Pu Ziwen walked over and bowed slightly, with an extremely polite attitude.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, my name is Pu Ziwen, and I'm Zhu Bo's man...he's at the same table."

Pu Ziwen waited respectfully for Fu Qinglin's answer, but all he got was Fu Qinglin's cold snort.

"Hmph, don't call me teacher, I didn't agree to accept you."

Fu Qinglin thought for a while and handed the pot and apron to Pu Ziwen.

"You can't come to me in vain. It happens that there are vegetables in the kitchen, ready-made, so you can do it."

Fu Qinglin gave him a warning.

Pu Ziwen was a little ashamed, but still took the spatula apron handed over by Fu Qinglin.

But the problem is that he doesn't know how to cook, so he had to cast a help-seeking look at Zhu Bo.

Zhu Bo looked up slightly at his embarrassed face and smiled twice, then he walked to Fu Qinglin's side to support him.

"Mr. Fu, his cooking is delicious. Let's go to the living room and wait."

Pu Ziwen: "..."

His Zhu Bo is really cruel.

Pu Ziwen exhausted all his life's efforts when he was driven to the shelves to make a meal.

While cooking, Pu Ziwen made countless voice calls to Ding Weisong, and he asked the other party to quickly mobilize experienced people to teach him how to do it.

Although he has been busy for a long time, the results of his cooking are still very unsatisfactory.

Fu Qinglin and Zhu Bo looked at the dark dishes on the table and really didn't know how to use their chopsticks.

Pu Ziwen said in embarrassment: "Why don't I order a takeaway?"

"agree."

Fu Qinglin and Zhu Bo said in unison.

While waiting for the takeaway, Fu Qinglin naturally took Pu Ziwen's revised sheet music and looked at it.

"I want to see how good you are?"

Fu Qinglin didn't quite trust Pu Ziwen. After all, the other party was too young. If he wanted to meet his passing standard, it would probably be much worse.

But when Fu Qinglin really saw it, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became a little deeper because of concentration and surprise.

The child's revised sheet music...

At his teenage age, he has already shown an astonishing talent.

Fu Qinglin's hands trembled a little: "You changed this yourself? Where did the inspiration come from?"

When Pu Zi heard about the piano, he naturally took it seriously.

"It was I who changed it. I originally wanted to change it according to your style of music, but later I felt awkward no matter how I changed it, so I made a fool of myself and used my own ideas."

Then Pu Ziwen explained in detail the details of his own adjustments to the song.

They were all technical terms, and even Zhu Bo couldn't understand them while sitting on the sidelines.

However, the resolute and serious profile of the other party's face inevitably made Zhu Bo a little fascinated.

When Pu Ziwen got serious, he was still handsome.

After hearing Pu Ziwen's thoughts, Fu Qinglin also forgot the deliberate targeting just now, and just nodded in agreement.

"Although you and I have different ideas, it's okay to hear what you say."

Pu Ziwen twitched the corners of his mouth when he was affirmed, and his first reaction was to go to see Zhu Bo.

He told Zhu Bo with his eyes, look at me, I have lived up to your expectations.

Zhu Bo also laughed softly twice.

Fu Qinglin continued: "You child, don't be too happy too early. Whether it's a mule or a horse, you can pull it out for a walk. Come with me to the piano room and try."

"Okay." Pu Ziwen then stood up and walked towards the piano room.

Sitting on Fu Qinglin's piano bench, it would be a lie to say that he was not excited, Pu Ziwen stretched out his hand and gently scratched a circle on the keys.

That natural attraction and magnetic field tugged at his fingers.

After Pu Ziwen nodded, he stretched out his hand to play the piece of music on the keys.

For a moment, the long and secret tune slowly came out, as if it was being gently narrated by a poet.

Zhu Bo tilted his head and saw the expression on Fu Qingpur's face. Although it was plain, it was enough to show his affirmation of Pu Ziwen.

Pu Ziwen passed the test of Mr. Fu, and his efforts were not in vain.

Fu Qinglin also noticed Zhu Bo's reaction, so after the song ended, Fu Qinglin's attitude changed unexpectedly.

"It's okay, but young people, you still need to practice."

"How about this, you and Xiao Bo come over after school every day, I want to inspect you for a while, can you do it?"

Pu Ziwen nodded, he was naturally willing, and more of his willingness was because of Zhu Bo.

He can have an excuse to stay by Zhu Bo's side.

"The attitude is okay." Coincidentally, the takeaway arrived at this time, and Fu Qinglin directly informed Pu Ziwen, "Go and get it."

After hearing this, Pu Ziwen walked out the door without delay.

Zhu Bo was a little puzzled: "Mr. Fu, you are..."

Fu Qinglin let out a happy voice: "You guys still want to avoid my old man's eyes, doesn't that kid make you unhappy?"

"I heard you talking at the kitchen door just now."

Fu Qinglin would gossip like a teenager.

"You haven't promised this kid yet, but don't promise him easily. Boys won't cherish you if they get it."

"With me here, the teacher will help you take care of it, don't worry."

Zhu Bo let out a few hecks, this teacher Fu is really childish in private.

So when Pu Ziwen came back with the takeaway, Fu Qinglin thought the restaurant was dirty and the windows weren't clean enough, tossing Pu Ziwen back and forth without giving him a bite of food.

It was not until he was about to leave that Fu Qinglin pushed the untouched box of rice to him.

"The child is exhausted, take a bite."

Pu Ziwen pinched his waist and waved his hands: "Forget it, teacher, I'm not hungry anymore."

"Then let's go first."

"Yeah, see you guys tomorrow."

On the asphalt road under the moonlight, Pu Ziwen was so tired that his arms ached, and he kept shaking his arms in front of Zhu Bo.

But they were all selectively blocked by Zhu Bo.

"Good luck, just look at me, I'm very tired."

Zhu Bo looked at the road ahead without glancing at him.

"Don't look at it, take it away."

Pu Ziwen pursed his mouth and pretended to cover his stomach pitifully: "Oh, my stomach...it hurts if I haven't eaten..."

Zhu Bo didn't respond.

Pu Ziwen lowered his voice, sounding in pain.

"Ah... my stomach hurts so much that I can't walk, can someone give me a hand..."

Zhu Bo stopped in his tracks: "Stop pretending, Brother Wen, it's a pity that you don't go to the Oscars to receive the Best Actor trophy."

Pu Ziwen smacked his lips and ground his teeth, pretending to be sick was useless.

"Then why don't you take pity on me as if I haven't rested?"

"You've been ignoring me for so many days, I really want to hug you."

Zhu Bo: "Then you want to go."

Seeing that Zhu Bo's attitude was cold and hard, Pu Ziwen had no choice but to exhaust himself a lot today.

"Then I have to go back and dream about hugging my boyfriend."

"It's so lonely."

Zhu Bo chuckled, ignoring this dissatisfied boy, raising his eyes and going forward.

Just at this moment, behind Zhu Bo, the noise of the motorcycle race flashed past, coming swiftly and directly.

"Woooo-"

The leading boy of the motorcycle race tilted his head and shouted loudly to the people around him, never thinking that there are still pedestrians on this road so late.

As soon as Pu Ziwen looked up, he saw that Zhu Bo was almost hit by a car.

"Be careful!" Pu Zi heard a slam, he stopped Zhu Bo's waist and led him back.

The drag racing boy didn't stop, and drove away noisily.

"This group of idiots." Pu Ziwen frowned and couldn't help criticizing.

Pu Ziwen lowered his head to look at Zhu Bo in his arms, glanced up and down and found that the other party was not injured, he was relieved.

"You'll be fine."

Pu Ziwen's face was very close to Zhu Bo's, and all the worries on his face fell into Zhu Bo's eyes.

Zhu Bo was embraced by him, the tip of his nose was very close to the other's.

Zhu Bo was embarrassed: "Yes, yes, you will walk by my side from now on."

Zhu Bo wanted to turn his head after speaking, but his chin was pinched by the opponent's hand.

"Let me walk beside you, what do you mean by that?"

Zhu Bo nudged the opponent's chest with both hands: "I mean, let you go to the side of the lane next to me."

"What are you thinking about?"

"You clearly know what I think." Pu Ziwen squeezed his chin with two hands, forcing Zhu Bo to raise his head.

"Can I kiss you?"

Pu Ziwen asked softly, he watched Zhu Bo's expression.

At such a dangerous distance, it would indeed give people an ambiguous atmosphere, and Zhu Bo waited for two seconds before raising his head.

"I'm not saying..."

However, before Zhu Bo finished speaking, he felt that his breath was completely taken away by the other party.

Pu Ziwen bit his lips directly.

The author has something to say: If you can't say it, just kiss Xiaozhu? ?

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