The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

The Chinese nation has advocated reciprocity since ancient times, but whoever reciprocates is something that cannot be matched by the other party.

Try to imagine a person who is a high-cold school grass and a god of learning, holding a pink HelloKitty pen to write questions...

The sense of incongruity is too strong.

Zhou Xing's smile didn't decrease, but deepened: "Are you very touched?"

He was not moved, but he felt Yu Jue's cool gaze.

Yu Jue said, "Take it away."

Zhou Xing: "You don't want to"

"No."

Zhou Xing felt distressed: "Do you know how much one pen costs? Five yuan! Damn it, I usually buy the cheapest and cheapest pens, but you don't want them! It's unbearable!"

50 yuan, what can 50 yuan do?That's enough for him to go to the Internet cafe to play games for hours.

Fuck!

He was impulsive, so he shouldn't have spent 50 yuan to buy a pen.

Because it is impossible for Yu Jue to accept it!

Compared to Zhou Xing, Yu Jue remained calm. He slowly looked back at him, put the ten pens back on Zhou Xing's desk, and took out another 100 yuan note from his pocket.

The bright red renminbi dazzled Zhou Xing's eyes, and his intuition told him that he might swear later.

"keep the change."

"?"

"What did you say???"

Yu Jue's voice was steady, he stuffed the RMB into Zhou Xing's hand, and looked up at him: "I bought the order for ten pens for you."

Zhou Xing: "?"

Yu Jue: "You don't need to change the remaining 50 yuan."

Zhou Xing's expression cracked quickly, he took Yu Jue's hand angrily, put the money back into his hand viciously, and with a slightly astonished expression on his face, he grabbed another ten pens and put them into his hand together .

"unnecessary!"

In the final battle for pens, Zhou Xing lost in the end.

He returned to the stationery store with ten pens in hand, the corners of his usually slightly raised mouth drooping, his face gloomy.

"Boss, I want to return it."

Stationery store owner: "???"

"Student, small business, no refund or exchange." The owner of the stationery store had a smirk on his face, cursing in his heart.

He just said it!How could the penultimate person spend 50 yuan to buy a pen? Sure enough, he was motivated to buy it!

retreat?The money is not covered, he will give him a refund

With the boss desperately refusing to let go, Zhou Xing failed to return the product.

Unhappiness was written all over his face.

No one can understand the pain of 50 yuan.

He returned to the classroom, walked up to Yu Jue, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the money."

Yu Jue raised his eyelids: "I haven't retreated."

Zhou Xing smiled, "Two options, pay for me, and accept ten pens."

Undoubtedly, Yu Jue gave Zhou Xing the 100 yuan they had just fought over.

Zhou Xing gave him 50 yuan, and under his suspicious gaze, he was quite stubborn: "If you say you don't want it, I will give you 50 yuan."

"Then why don't you pay the bill yourself?" Yu Jue asked back, "Wouldn't it be better to choke me like that?"

Zhou Xing resisted the force to lift the table, turned around and left.

This turning around was a different situation. He walked up to Fu Yuanshu with a smile on his face, and handed him a pen: "Come, the pen that Xueshen gave you."

Fu Yuanshu was flattered: "Ah, really? This is so bad..."

Zhou Xing said, "What's the matter? You look at how cute this doll is."

Fu Yuanshu's eyes drifted to the doll in the princess dress on the pen cap, and he didn't agree with his words: "...It's pretty good."

Just as Chen Chuirui passed by, Zhou Xing grabbed him and handed him a pen: "Come, the pen that Xueshen gave you."

Chen Chuirui was stupefied: "Why did my student god give me a pen?"

And it's still so... girlish.

Zhou Xing said: "Of course he sent the pen to build a good relationship with you!"

When Ximen Chuuxue and Xiaofu were in a mess, Zhou Xing went on to say: "You may not know that Xueshen has always wanted to have a good relationship with you, but he is not good at words and doesn't know where to start, so he let me Give him a pen."

Finally, he sighed: "He is so lonely by himself."

Zhou Xing gave away all ten pens in Yu Jue's name, and helped him promote them in a pretentious way.

Zhou Xing was playing with his mobile phone on the seat, the corners of his slightly raised mouth were raised, it could be seen that he was in a good mood.

His attitude changed so quickly that even Yu Jue couldn't figure it out.

He witnessed Zhou Xing handing out the pen, and the bullies who received the pen all looked excited, as if they had obtained a huge fortune.

So... the pen, do you need to be so happy?

Zhou Xing pressed the keys nimbly with his fingers, humming a song indistinctly, the melody was cheerful and the lyrics were sad.

As if feeling Yu Jue's gaze, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't say anything to them."

Hearing this, Yu Jue lowered his eyelids and asked, "You don't write questions?"

Zhou Xing, who was playing the game, did not relax. He took the time to answer: "Relax, maybe we can go through each question later?"

It is really optimistic that someone who can learn a question several times dare to say so.

Yu Jue didn't say anything, just took out the book and read it.

"Come on." After Zhou Xing cleared the level, he threw away his phone, spread out the exercises, and started writing to calculate the problems.

In the next few days, Zhou Xing was very proactive, just like a member who has recharged [-] why, asking questions at every turn.

This made Yu Jue very uncomfortable.

Although he still has a long time to learn.

Ever since Zhou Xing drew the wrong textbook, he has developed a habit of looking at the signature before drawing.

Just as he was about to draw, a figure enveloped him.