The Zombie Book Boy

This man is a pushover.

Pang Zhu didn't seem to have heard of it, he just sniffed his nose, and then his eyes were fixed on the food box carried by the book boy, unable to move away.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen gave the book boy a wink, and then glanced at Bai Jia: "You are inflexible at first glance, and you can't compare with Qian'er and Spindle. Brothers think that you must not be able to eat it." Alright, why don't you ask Pingan to burn a bowl of meat and bring it to you", and when it was over, he still boasted: "It's better for my brother to treat you."

The food box was opened, and inside was a bowl of Sixi meatballs, each of which was as big as a fist. Pang Zhu immediately picked up the chopsticks, staring eagerly, almost drooling. Bai Jia didn't stop him. That's stupid, as for those words that ran against him, considering the meat today, he just pretended not to hear it.

Pang Zhu was very focused on eating meat, and basically his whole mind was lost in it. No matter who came to talk to him, he couldn't hear him. Those people should know this, so they just watched from the sidelines and looked at Bai Jia from time to time. After a few glances, with an unfriendly expression on his face, Bai Jia just ignored it and concentrated on adding food to others.

With the meal, Pang Zhu swallowed all four meatballs, and even ate a lot of side dishes. After he put down the bowls and chopsticks, the impatient young man who had been waiting at the side stepped forward.

Just when he was about to speak, Bai Jia suddenly said, "Young masters, it's time to go back and rest. Don't let the head of the house see the board." He swept around the house and reminded: "Don't disturb me!" others"

"...", I really want to beat someone up.

After sending the people away, Bai Jia packed up his books and went back to his room to take a nap, but he didn't want to, not long after he lay down, someone came to look for him.

"Go and see your young master, it's too noisy." The person who came was from Room [-], he should be a commoner, he just got up from the collapse, his eyes were still sleepy.

But one day, Bai Jia could already see that the people in Room [-] were all idiots who didn't listen to what was going on outside the window and only read sage books. It must be unusual to disturb them to come to the door in person.

Bai Jia didn't delay, and ran away over the people, but seeing the high-arched quilt shaking violently, the couch he was carrying creaked, and there was a humming sound from time to time, he hurriedly lifted the quilt, and lifted the twisted person Turned it right: "What's the matter?"

"Itchy!" Pang Zhu kept scratching his body with a face full of tears.

Following the lifted underwear, I saw a layer of small red bumps on the originally fair skin, densely packed all over the back, and there is also a piece on the abdomen. Because of the smooth scratching, the blood has already flowed out. This is allergy, called moss here.

"You ate shrimp." Pang Zhu was allergic to shrimp. Qian'er and Dingzi chatted with him about this for a few days when he was determined to come to the academy with him. A click.

Pang Zhuitch felt uncomfortable and wronged, and said in a crying voice, "I didn't!"

Bai Jia grabbed his hand and didn't let him scratch it. She freed her hand and let him follow it. She had already figured it out in her heart, so she said that there was no such thing as a good banquet. How could those few have such kindness? It's his fault. Be careful, you only think that nothing will happen if you ask the cook every day about the dishes, but you forget to beware of people's hearts.

Pang Zhu felt better, and calmed down with humming.

Bai Jia hugged the man, unable to separate himself, glanced at the room, only the young boy who had just gone looking for him was still on the ground, holding a book as if he was about to study, he hurriedly said: "This little brother, can you trouble me to invite you?" Doctor? My young master seems to have moss."

Although the young man seemed unwilling, he finally got up and went out under Bai Jia's burning gaze. It didn't take long to lead someone, but it was an elderly woman with a kind face.

The woman went up to the front for a while, asked again, and said: "It's not a big deal, I'll recover after two days of recuperation, but I just have to keep an eye on him, don't let him scratch, it won't be good to leave scars in the future I'm done." After finishing speaking, he brought out a medicine bottle: "This is a medicine for external application, twice a day. During the medicine application, the diet needs to be light."

Bai Jia took notes one by one and gave Pang Zhu the medicine immediately. The medicine was in the form of a paste, with a light green tint. It should contain mint. It smelled cool and refreshing. The little fat man twisted and buried his head , and fell asleep right away.

It was cold in early spring, Bai Jia tucked up the quilt to prevent the wind from leaking, but the person in her arms didn't dare to put it down, the plaster was applied on her back, and it was over as soon as she lay down.

After he hugged the person tightly and sat down, he looked up and saw that the old lady had disappeared, so he asked the young boy who was sitting diagonally across: "Do the doctors in the academy not charge consultation fees?"

The little boy looked at the big lump in Bai Jia's arms, his face was not as rigid as before, and it was rare to reply: "That's Mrs. Shan Chang, the students call her Aunt Qin, she is the most kind, you don't have to." When it comes to asking about the consultation fees, the aunt does free consultations."

Bai Jia nodded knowingly, and then asked: "What's the name of this little brother?" The prison manager used money to re-adjust this house. According to inquiries, there is no such bullying person in it, only a little younger. .

The little boy turned over a page of the book, without looking up, just said: "My surname is Wang", paused, and then said, "Don't bother me to read."

Tsk!His temper was really boring, and Bai Jia was not annoyed, he put his arms around the fleshy, hot ball in his hands, and narrowed his eyes.

Because of his poor health, Bai Jia went to the head of the house to take leave of absence for Pang Zhu. This was a common thing, but the head of the house made some harsh words, if he hadn't seen Mrs. Shan Zhang come over. After seeing the doctor, this man might have to take off his clothes and see clearly before giving up.

Bai Jia was puzzled and wondered, could it be that the criminal supervisor annoyed this man when he adjusted the dormitory, or did he not have enough money?Not long after, when they were forced to leave the academy, they found out that it was only because Pang Zhu did not do well in his studies that he did not like him.

In the studio, Pang Zhu was in a daze. Bai Jia moved a chair to the head of the bed, and took a book from the desk and handed it over: "I'm free too, let's read a book for a while."

Pang Zhu wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled inside: "I'll sleep a little longer"

"I've been sleeping all afternoon, wake up." Bai Jia dragged the man out and stuffed the book in it: "If you fail the quiz, not only will you have to be punished, but you might even lose your meals."

Colleges generally have the third quiz in January and the major exam in March. If you fail the quiz once, you will lose one-third of the next month. For example, if you fail the quiz twice, you will lose one-third of the next month. For each case, [-] tats, if you fail the quiz three times, all the exams for the next month will be deducted, [-] tats, and [-] tats if you are exhausted.The so-called tiredness means that the school boy will be punished at the same time, and he will be punished twenty feet.

Pang Zhu flipped through the book in his hand for a while, and Bai Jia looked at the sky outside. It was bright and bright in the morning, but now it was overcast and the wind was blowing, and the window lattices were cracked. He got up and closed the doors and windows, lit the oil lamp, and when he returned to the front of the collapse, he saw Pang Zhu's eyes were staring, and he didn't know where his mind had wandered.

Bai Jia didn't like reading in her previous life, so she naturally knew that the habit of being dazed and sleepy while holding a book would not be cured in a moment.He stared at Pang Zhu's face and thought for a while, then drew out the book and sat down in front of the desk.

Pang Zhu came back to his senses, saw Kong Luoluo's hand, and turned his head to see Bai Jia holding a pen to write on his book. He stretched his neck and asked curiously, "What is this for?"

Bai Jia wrote quickly, but put down the pen for a while. After drying the ink, he put the book back into Pang Zhu's hand: "Read for yourself."

There is a lot of blank space in Mengxue's books, and at the bottom, there are words added to every four lines. The words are a bit big and ugly, but fortunately they can be read clearly.

Pang Zhu brought the book closer to him, read while reading: "Dried chicken, stewed hoof, steamed duck, lion's head, fried eel..." The more he got to the back, the saliva in his mouth couldn't hold back.

"These are rewards." Bai Jia took a scarf and handed it over: "Each sentence corresponds to a kind of food. You just need to memorize the sentence, and I will give you meat to eat."

Pang Zhu was still struggling: "Do you have to recite it?"

"What do you think?" Bai Jia went to pinch Pang Zhu's face. It was very fleshy and tender, and it turned red when pinched.

Pang Zhu's mouth changed shape after being pulled, and he asked inarticulately: "If I have memorized everything, are there any foods?"

Bai Jia nodded: "Yeah!", I just don't know if the cook can do it, if not, then he can't help it.

"Then I'll carry it!", Pang Zhu's eyes brightened suddenly, he jumped off the couch, put on his coat and shoes, sat in front of the desk, spread his books, shook his head and read: "The virtuous writers of the past, taught you earnestly , the collection of rhymes is expanded, and there are many things to see and hear. Looking at the present should learn from the past, and the past cannot make the present..."

This is Zeng Guangxian Wen, which is being studied now. It is very long, and the ancient texts are not divided into paragraphs, so he scratched it randomly and only marked the first five pages.Bai Jia looked at it in satisfaction for a while, and praised her wit, then stopped bothering and strolled to the kitchen.But he didn't know that the teacher's examination required not only to listen to memorization, but also to listen to lectures, which he knew after he was hit by the board.

As soon as the kitchen door was opened, there were five row stoves and two tandoors. The chopping board was full of fresh ingredients, most of which were radishes and cabbage, as well as fish.

"Why are you here so early?" The cook is a woman in her thirties, with a round waist and fat arms, and a loud voice. Seeing him, she said cheerfully, "I haven't cooked this meal yet."

Bai Jiazui Diao loves to eat meat, which is not too different from Pang Zhu, but he doesn't cook, so after entering the academy and having a mediocre meal, he wanted to get close to the cook. Deliberately trying to please her, the two of them got closer, and they didn't hold their mouths when they should open their mouths: "Auntie, I want to ask you something."

"Speak up if you have something to do, don't dawdle." The cook speaks briskly, just like he cooks, frying a meal in a big pot and cooking in a big stove, working in minutes.

"My young master has a heavy mouth, he has been eating blandly for the past few days, and he is all listless," Bai said.