Dedicated to the silly little white artist

69

The three of Zheng He didn't pay attention in class that day. Except for the English class where they finally took notes, they spent the rest of the class passing notes.

Especially Guo Xiaopang, who has been wondering how Teacher Sun knew that he wanted to have a party. Anyway, the three of them have nothing to do in class every day, and a big fart movement can make them excited for a long time, especially This is already considered a strange thing.

Zheng He still didn't go with Xuan Mingming when school was over in the afternoon. They usually go home together, but suddenly they became alone. Before leaving school, Xuan Mingming asked, "Zheng He, how do you go every day?" Huh? My dad wants to assign my driver to take me to and from school, and I want to take you with me."

Guo Xiaopang became anxious when he heard this, and said: "Then why does Zheng He belong to you alone? I can also send Zheng He home from school! Zheng He, come with me today!"

Zheng He smiled apologetically. He knew that these two friends of his were very kind to him, but Mr. Bai's status was too special, and Zheng He was not sure whether they would use the current one after knowing the real relationship between him and Mr. Bai. Staring at himself, he said: "I accept your wishes, but I live in someone else's house every day, and they just send me to and from school."

Guo Xiaopang saw it a few times and asked, "Is that the black car?"

Zheng He nodded and said half-truthfully, "Well, that's my cousin's car."

"Tsk tsk," Guo Xiaopang suddenly became emotional: "Your cousin is handsome and can make money. If I were a girl, I would marry him."

Xuan Mingming didn't take it seriously, and said, "If I were a woman, I wouldn't marry my cousin, I would marry Zheng He!"

Zheng He thought to himself, if he was a woman, he would probably have to ask Mr. Bai to pre-sell it in advance.

Seventy

Mr. Bai came to pick up Zheng He again this time. He drove the car, but the driver was not there.

Zheng He originally wanted to sit in the back as before, but Mr. Bai forced him to sit on the passenger seat with his eyes, and buckled up the seat belt. Zheng He complained: "This is the most unsafe place. Usually people die in car accidents." They are all people in this position, you are really successful."

Mr. Bai held Zheng He's hand, listened carefully to his complaints, and asked, "How did you learn today?"

Zheng He said honestly: "I still can't understand anything in English class, but I took notes obediently, so you can't blame me tonight."

"I didn't blame you at all," Mr. Bai said, "But according to your current grades, you can't even pass the undergraduate entrance examination. Which university do you plan to choose?"

"Well... Whatever you want, whoever can pass the exam will be admitted." Zheng He said.

In fact, Mr. Bai didn't like this kind of unmotivated mentality, but he would feel very at ease when he was with Zheng He. After all, if Zheng He was really ambitious, he would not be very at ease keeping him by his side.

Now he feels more and more that the person chosen for him in the book is very correct. Although he didn't see anything that fits his preferences at first glance, he feels more and more comfortable.

"Ah, that's right." Zheng He remembered something and said, "Do you know about our changing head teacher?"

Mr. Bai nodded: "It's not just the head teacher, didn't you find out that your principal has changed?"

Zheng He really didn't notice it, he asked: "Hey? When did it happen? Why did he change after he was so good? I think he is pretty good. I saw him with you last time. Although it's a little... well, it's hard to say, but the head teacher was also removed, right?"

"Disobedient," Mr. Bai said lightly: "You have complained too much to me. If I hadn't held him in my hand, maybe you would be what you are now, so I simply removed him. Regarding him There are so many news about it, many people want to buy it.”

Zheng He gave a chill: "Your business is really scary. Could it be that I said a few bad things about you every day when I pooped, and your subordinates will tell you about it?"

Just in front of the red light, Mr. Bai turned his head sideways and stretched out his hand to flick Zheng He's forehead, saying: "You are under my nose every day, speaking ill of me, and I will punish you myself before my subordinates come down."

"Hey, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. Let me tell you, he beat me to the bone. If something goes wrong with my smart brain, how can you compensate me!" Zheng He yelled, clutching his forehead that didn't hurt at all.

Mr. Bai liked Zheng He's stern look very much, he hugged him with a smile, looked at 40 seconds before him, and gently pressed Zheng He's lips.

71

Mr. Bai's tutoring for Zheng He unilaterally went bankrupt the next day.

One is that Zheng He's background is too poor, he doesn't look like a high school student at all, and his English level is estimated to be completely defeated by someone who graduated from elementary school. It just so happens that he is a man with a desire for control. Seeing Zheng He's obedient appearance reading words with him, he couldn't control his lower body. The two of them studied for 10 minutes, and had sex for two hours. That's all the spare time in the evening. passed.

Zheng He was lying in the bathroom taking a bubble bath. He only found out a few days ago that this bathtub is smart and can massage the whole body. Since then, his liking has been out of control, especially after strenuous exercise, taking a bath is the best pastime.

Mr. Bai was kicked out by Zheng He, leaning against the door and watching him, his wet hair fell down his shoulders into the water, Zheng He felt uncomfortable seeing that, threw him a towel, and said, "You should take your Wipe your hair."

"Trouble." Mr. Bai said.His hair is too long. Although his nutritionist and stylist will come over for regular inspections to ensure that the hair will not split ends, Mr. Bai usually hides when he can.

Zheng He sneered and said, "Since you find it bothersome, why did you grow your hair so long?"

Mr. Bai thought for a while, then laughed, and said, "At that time my hair was not so long." He gestured to the shoulder: "Mr. Bai was so angry that he wanted to hit me with a cane. I see him It was fun to be angry, so I never cut it short after that."

Zheng He asked Mr. Bai to sit in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to help the man wipe his hair.Sometimes he really felt that Mr. Bai was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, self-willed, starting from himself, holding tightly in his hands what he liked, and sometimes he was pure and pitiful...

It is only because of this reason that he has to grow his hair, and it is so long that Zheng He feels that he should add another stubbornness to Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai felt very comfortable when Zheng He wiped his hair. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Did you hide something from me today?"

Zheng He had a question mark on his face: "What did I hide from you?"

Mr. Bai reminded: "You don't have anything to say about that Teacher Sun?"

"That's our new homeroom teacher...it seems like there's nothing else besides that." Zheng He's tone was full of doubts, and he asked what Teacher Sun was doing gracefully?

Mr. Bai coughed dryly, and said, "Your agreement with Guo Xiaopang is to let me meet Teacher Sun." He actually knew about this matter a long time ago, and was waiting for Zheng He to tell him when, but Zheng He seemed to have forgotten, and didn't tell him anything, which made him a little unhappy.

Zheng He was speechless for a moment, and it was all about this. He would be a fool if he didn’t know that Mr. Bai was spying on him, but he also knew that if he asked Bai nonsense at this time, why is he spying on him? Beng's posture, so he smartly followed Mr. Bai's words and said: "Oh, you said this, oops, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

"Didn't you not tell me on purpose?" Mr. Bai narrowed his eyes.

"Even if I want to hide this kind of thing, I can't hide it." Zheng He rubbed Mr. Bai's hair with a towel and said: "Okay, don't think about it, and what Guo Xiaopang said is to let you participate in our meeting." It has nothing to do with Mr. Sun, and you still have me by your side."

"Where am I going and what am I doing?" Mr. Bai said, "I talk about different topics with you."

"Then what are you talking to me every day? Martian language?" Zheng He comforted: "We will go through the motions and be back in a while, and you don't have to talk to them." He also felt that it might be embarrassing Mr. Bai, having a lover who is so much older than him is helpless enough, and now he is going to attend a party of high school students again, hey, Zheng He suddenly felt that he was about to shed tears from the joy at the scene.

72

Zheng He said before that his ideal is to be a doctor, but he was just talking about it. His grades are so poor that he can go to the hospital as a doctor at most, and he may not be able to pronounce the name of the medicine correctly.

On a whim, he suddenly wanted to see what kind of career was suitable for him. He told Mr. Bai, and after thinking about it for a while, Mr. Bai took out a book from his tall bookshelf, which was nearly thirty stories high, and handed it to him. , said: "I remember that this seems to be a psychological counseling, to see what kind of career you are suitable for in the future."

Zheng He was happy when he heard it. Isn’t this just what he needs now? He dug out a bag of potato chips from Mr. Bai’s small cabinet and crawled on the carpet to read. Mr. Bai rubbed his ears disapprovingly, and said: "Don't eat while reading, dirty."

Zheng He smirked and said, "If I don't eat, I can't see it."

Mr. Bai stopped talking, looked at Zheng He with his characteristic gentle and helpless eyes, and said, "Then be careful not to get oil stains on the book."

People's hearts are fleshy, and it's not that Mr. Bai didn't feel so good about him. Zheng He was so indulgent that he almost had no bottom line. Zheng He put the unopened potato chips beside him and said, "Just kidding, I don’t eat when I’m reading, how long are you going to work today? I want to go to bed early.”

"It's just the last bit." Mr. Bai flipped through the document in front of him and said, "I should be able to read it in ten minutes."

"That's great." Zheng He said, "You seem to have a lot of work these days."

"Well, there are some things that need to be dealt with, and it should be fine after a while." Mr. Bai has always answered vaguely about his work questions, and Zheng He is used to it, and he feels that even if Mr. Bai puts the key to the problem I told myself very carefully, but he didn't understand, it might as well be easier to understand with such a half-knowledge.

"Hurry up and work, I have to read," Zheng He urged, afraid that his attitude would make Mr. Bai think too much, and said, "Your nutritionist called me today and asked me to urge you to sleep at nine o'clock every day. , otherwise you will start to suffer from insomnia after you stop that medicine."

"What are they calling you for?" Mr. Bai asked displeased.

Zheng He shrugged: "Maybe they found that no one can control you except me."

"Well, I accept this reason." Mr. Bai said.