you better leave me alone

Lin Zewu really memorized fifty words that night, and he was confused. Fortunately, he knew most of them.

Wen Chen felt that he had a good memory, so he took out a book of math exercises for the first semester of the second year of high school from under the bed.

When Lin Zewu saw the familiar corner of the book, he immediately became vigilant.

Counseling book?What do you mean?

"What did you learn?"

Lin Zewu lifted the quilt and slid down: "I don't know, I didn't go to school, my average score is only 40 points, and I will move bricks after graduation."

Wen Chen: "..."

Wen Chen felt that what he said was right, and he would be stunned speechless by his frankness for a while, and even began to think about whether to leave the company's cleaning position to him.

Five insurances and one housing fund, including food and housing.

He looked at Lin Zewu's bruised and swollen face, and he could vividly remember the scene of Lin Zewu throwing down the gangsters.

Wen Chen immediately changed his mind.

No, the security brigade is more suitable for him.

Wen Chen just thought about it, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, stepping on the ground with one foot, flipping through high school math in his free time, as if he was reluctant to part with the practice questions in his hand.

Lin Zewu narrowed his eyes calmly.

Although I don't know why he suddenly cares so much about his study, but one more thing is worse than one less thing.

Lin Zewu raised his arms with great effort, supported the bed board and got up and leaned against the head of the bed. Wen Chen was attracted by this movement.

"Brother, did you get very good grades when you were studying?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Chen was strangely silent.

Just thinking about how to tell him grandly that he is worse than him in the second year of high school, so as to cheer up people's hearts, Lin Zewu spoke again, with an audible sigh in his tone.

"The highest score I ever had was 46. In order to despise me, our class teacher stepped on the answer sheet with his foot, and the final score was 52."

Wen Chen: "..."

Lin Zewu shook his head in shame, bent his knees and leaned on the edge of the bed, and said something that made Wen Chen's heart ache.

"Compared to studying, I might as well study beauty and hairdressing."

I might as well go to learn beauty and hairdressing, become the most beautiful Tony, and cut the most coquettish hairstyle.

——The post in the school forum has become a prophecy, Lin Zewu is really going to be on the road of burning his head.

Wen Chen subconsciously looked at Lin Zewu's hair.

It's still dark, it's not a show.

Lin Zewu said: "Jiekou barbershop has 58 times of perm, [-] times of washing, cutting and blowing, blood earning."

Wen Chen blurted out: "No."

Lin Zewu:?

Do you look down on washing, cutting and blowing?

Wen Chen stared at him: "I have no objection to the beauty and hairdressing business, but."

Lin Zewu said: "But?"

Wen Chen said with chest tightness: "But you are still young, and you can still fight."

Lin Zewu was silent for a moment, and asked back: "Use my average score of [-] to fight?"

Wen Chen expressed his disdain for this.

"When I was a sophomore in high school, I ranked 389 in the whole grade, and there were only 400 people in my sophomore year."

Lin Zewu's smile froze.

He was ranked 398 back then, Lin Zewu is only 338 now, and Wen Chen's resume is obviously even better.

Kicked the iron plate.

This decent elite still has this kind of history.

Lin Zewu was bored, but he was refreshed when he heard Chen. He saw that it was getting late, so he got up and left, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

"Boom."

Until the person left completely, the breath of Wen Chen's body remained in the air, lingering around the bed.

It was completely dark at this point, and it was raining heavily outside. Lin Zewu lay flat on the hospital bed, slightly raised his neck and looked at the white ceiling. The higher than normal body temperature on his forehead made him unconscious.

Half asleep, half awake before going to sleep, Lin Zewu's stuffy brain suddenly thought of something.

He forgot to return the pen to Wen Chen.

"President Wen, this is the report for last quarter, please sign here."

Wen Chen didn't raise his head: "Let this go."

The assistant put down the file lightly, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Fang Shen." The tip of the pen froze, and Wen Chen suddenly called out to him.

The assistant stopped in his tracks for no apparent reason.

"Is there any meeting this afternoon?"

The assistant checked the schedule and replied, "Not really."

Wen Chen nodded to express his understanding.

"You have something important to attend to?"

Wen Chen didn't have the nerve to say that he killed a high school student and was punished by hooligans, and he was thrown into the hospital abruptly, and he even forced him to sign an IOU.

Maybe the assistant's sense of justice is overwhelming, and he will call 110 after get off work.

"It's okay, you go out first."

It was too late yesterday, the doctor was not in the hospital, and the matter of getting the medical report had to be postponed until today.

As soon as lunch time came, Wen Chen picked up the car keys and left. His resolute speed made the employees outside the office think that there was an important meeting today that required him to go to town.

As soon as Zhang Xun returned to the office, he saw Chen walking towards him.

"Wen Chen, I'm looking for—"

"Wait when I get back."

The two passed by.

Zhang Xun blinked.

Zhang Xun had just returned from the hospital with his cousin, and was about to talk to Wen Chen about Zhang Qi's recent math situation. Unexpectedly, Wen Chen walked so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's the matter, the beautiful president who cooperated with us has taken a fancy to our handsome and handsome President Wen? Ask him to have dinner? Otherwise, why does he have a heroic expression?"

The assistant just came out of the office, and the corner of his mouth twitched when he heard the words: "...Mr.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his tone: "Unless eating a meal makes Wen Zong a profit point."

Zhang Xun: "..."

Evil capitalists.

Zhang Xun leaned against the door of the office, and the assistant outside was busy working hard, he shrugged and turned to leave.

It was only after twelve o'clock when I arrived at the hospital.

Lin Zewu was still eating lunch. He was sitting on the hospital bed with a small retractable wooden table in front of him. Suddenly, there was a shadow in front of him.

Wen Chen changed into a suit of clothes today, except for the shirt, it was all black, with no expression on his face and a terrifying aura.

Looks like a reminder.

Lin Zewu put down the spoon, wiped his mouth clean, and said, "The film came out? Is it serious? Can I still be discharged from the hospital?"

For three questions in a row, Wen Chen perfectly avoided all the relevant answers, answering irrelevant questions.

Wen Chen said, "Have you eaten?"

This sentence sounds flat and without much ups and downs, but it seems that the second half of the sentence can be supplemented with "Eat well and go on the road".

A gust of deadly wind blew past.

There was still half a bowl of white rice in Lin Zewu's bowl, he said, "Can I still eat it?"

What is the problem?Who is he?

Wen Chen stood at the end of the bed, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand sending messages. He raised his eyelids and looked at the bowl on the table.

"You eat, the doctor will come later."

The doctor who came over was still the same one from last time. When he came, he brought a freshly released medical image, and he closed the curtain with a big hand, blocking the view of the outside world neatly.

He took out the film with a "wow" and checked it on the spot without hesitation. After 10 minutes, he pursed his lips and nodded, his serious expression relaxed.

"Except for the left shoulder and leg injury, there are no other problems."

"How's the injury on his head?" Wen Chen asked.

"Skin trauma is not serious. As long as the Education Bureau allows it, it is no problem to take the college entrance examination ten times."

Lin Zewu: "..."

Wen Chen: "..."

The average normal person will not take the college entrance examination ten times.

The doctor wrote on his case, and casually chatted with Lin Zewu.

"You want to be discharged from the hospital? Are you in the third year of high school? Are you going to take the college entrance examination?"

No, he just owed Wen Chen 3000 yuan, plus the family was about to run out of food.