After wearing Mary Suvin, the male protagonist and I got together

"Well, dear teacher, how about changing it to dear students?"

"Is there a difference?"

"No."

"Then add them all."

Xiang Yu turned his face sideways, pulled his collar, and lay down on the table to sleep.

Jing Shuang leaned against the wall and handed the self-criticism to Zhu Zixu.

During the lunch break, there were not many people in the class, and there were many day students in the school. For the convenience of transportation, they rented a house directly outside the school.

Zhu Zixu and Jing Shuang went through the self-criticism from beginning to end, and now they are preparing to cut and simplify it for the third time.

Xiang Yu straightened up and took off his coat, leaving only a white shirt inside.

Zhu Zixu is clearly a member of Class [-], so he will immediately make a nest in Class [-], and he keeps talking endlessly.

Xiang Yu got used to sleeping as soon as he arrived, otherwise he would easily get a headache, so he put the clothes he had taken off on his head, lay down on the cold table, and planned to sleep for a while.

Zhu Zixu finally stopped his voice. He changed seats, from the seat in front of Jing Shuang to the one in front of Xiang Yu, and lifted the coat covering Xiang Yu's head.

Xiang Yu opened his eyes, sat up, bowed his waist slightly, felt inexplicably uncomfortable about being woken up, and approached Zhu Zixu, "My lord, what's your business?"

Zhu Zixu knew that he was angry. He was obviously a human being, but he was looking for trouble when he spoke, "Xiang Yu, you are so fucking inhuman. If it weren't for you, would we both be able to do this? How could you Still sleeping on one side with his head covered."

Xiang Yu pulled his coat back from his hand and rolled it up, with a surprised expression on his face, "Didn't Jing Shuang frame me for reselling cigarettes? Why am I not a human?"

Jing Shuang: "...."

Zhu Zixu said this on purpose. He hung his words and gave Jing Shuang a wink to signal him to shut up. By the way, he emphasized the seriousness of the matter, "Twenty-three thousand words, buddy, not two thousand three thousand Hundred words."

Xiang Yu felt that Zhu Zixu might want to stand out for Jing Shuang, thinking that he had misunderstood the cause and effect, "Let me explain it to you. A few days ago, when I went to the bathroom properly, Jing Shuang not only blocked me for no reason, but also pulled my button , and then reported me for reselling cigarettes, and was caught by the dean in the office like a thief, right?"

Zhu Zixu choked a little.

Xiang Yu continued, "I don't accept any rebuttals, thank you."

Zhu Zixu changed his tone, "Hey, brother, I don't want to bring someone like you, at least I will be a classmate, at least you can empathize with me, can you do me a favor?"

Xiang Yu was expressionless: "Thank you for the invitation. I am in Antarctica, my body is already cold, and I can't empathize. Thank you for your cooperation."

Zhu Zixu: "..."

Xiang Yu fell back to sleep.

Zhu Zixu couldn't bear it anymore, so he just shook him awake, Xiang Yu sat up and vomited, and scolded Zhu Zixu's eight generations of ancestors.

Zhu Zixu sighed, "Hey, Xiang Yu, didn't you catch the truth in my words?"

He wiped his face, took a sip from a bottle of water from the drawer, and finally cleared his head, "I like people who don't beat around the bush."

Zhu Zixu said, "Are you still human?"

Xiang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, "I said I'm a ghost, believe it or not."

Zhu Zixu stopped wrangling with him, took some books from his desk, put his elbows on Xiang Yu's desk, and whispered, "Let me ask you, have you been with Shen Chong recently?"

Xiang Yu leaned back, "No, I live in the Siberian prairie now, and no one is with me for the time being."

Zhu Zixu: "Oh, ancestor, I was wrong. I shouldn't have woken you up just now. Listen to me and tell you an important thing, okay?"

Xiang Yu put the mineral water bottle on the table and motioned for him to talk.

"What happened to Pu Yiran's face?"

There was no one in the class at all, just the three of them were sitting by the window facing the sun like sunflowers, but Zhu Zixu's voice was still very low, "Aren't you living at Shen Chong's house? I know. Was Pu Yiran bullied at Shen Chong's house? Or was someone bullying her at school?"

Xiang Yu frowned when he heard Pu Yiran's words. The heroine should have started a new plot recently, but she didn't see any action, "I didn't see her yesterday, what's wrong."

Zhu Zixu wiped his side face with two fingers, "There is a slap mark on her side, which is quite shallow."

"When did you see it?"

Pu Yiran hurried upstairs to find Shen Chong in the morning.

With a clean face, she is still a beautiful and gentle heroine.

"Last class." Zhu Zixu smacked his lips. "I saw it when I came here. Dai Yong still refuses to tell us anything. Why don't I come here to ask you?"

Xiang Yu tore a piece of paper and felt that the direction of the plot was not quite right. The original book was an orthodox novel about innocent boys and girls by Mary Su, which should not involve school violence or other special violence.

If this is excluded, then only the family background remains?

What's next?

Abusing the body and abusing the heart?

Xiang Yu wrote a few words on the paper.

Zhu Zixu leaned over to look curiously.

The handwriting on it is handsome, and it looks like a well-practiced regular script.

A few lines of small characters were written on the clean paper.

The down-and-out daughter and the rich young master

The Poor Orphan and the Cruel Master

The secret of the rich family□□

...

Xiang Yu felt that he had listed all the possible plots, folded the paper and put it in his pocket, "I'll pay attention to it at night."

This plot should be related to Shen Chong.

Obviously, it is the rhythm to start the next stage.

Zhu Zixu inexplicably felt that the content of the naming was somewhat similar to his style.

He took out his mobile phone and slid his finger on it, "Add a Q*Q?"

Xiang Yu asked him to scan the QR code.

Zhu Zixu looked down at his phone page.

Mr. Yu: "I approved your friend request, now we can chat~"

Zhu Zixu: "......."

Xiang Yu carried his schoolbag on his back, and without waiting for Shen Chong, he went directly to the driver's brother's parking place familiarly.

The driver brother was not too young, and he smoked with the window open. When he saw Xiang Yu coming, he shook his hand happily, "Hey, handsome boy, I'm here."

This person was obviously a generation older than himself, but he liked to address him indiscriminately. Xiang Yu sent his schoolbag in through the rear window and leaned on the black car.

He pretended to ask casually, "Is Pu Yiran going home today?"

The driver brother put out the cigarette, "Miss Pu? She said two days ago that she was going back to her uncle's house, but she never asked me to pick it up. I didn't say anything today, so I probably want to go back with you."

Xiang Yu nodded.

The driver brother stretched out his hand and handed something to Xiang Yu, "Do you want to eat chocolate? The young master gave it to you yesterday, and there are two left."

Xiang Yu took a look, "I don't like sweets, so I don't want it."

The little brother took his hand back again and chewed it into pieces.

Xiang Yu was quite curious about why Shen Chong carried so many chocolates on him. He approached the car window and asked, "Why does Shen Chong keep wearing chocolates? Do you like sweets?"

There was a hand on his neck from behind, and it felt icy cold. Xiang Yu was frozen, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

Shen Chong grabbed the rear door, put his schoolbag in, and turned around to answer him, "I don't like sweets."

"Then what?"

Shen Chong loosened his tie, and glanced at Xiang Yu's curious eyes, "Other candies are also fine, I like to eat some when I'm nervous."

When Xiang Yu didn't feel that Shen Chong was still nervous, he made a joke, "Why are you nervous? When you meet your sweetheart?"

Shen Chong paused, then glanced at him, "Maybe."

Pu Yiran turned around from the stairs with her schoolbag on her back. Most of the marks on her face had disappeared. She took off all the clips from her hair and made it more fluffy.

As soon as she changed from one road to another trail, her footsteps stopped.

At the end of the road stood a man.

He was wearing a black hat and his left hand was still bandaged. When he saw Pu Yiran approaching, he turned his head and smiled.