can i borrow your white paint

Du Mao came to Cheng Yi's house, lost 50.00% of his brainpower, and contributed 80.00% of his physical strength.

Cheng Yi looked like an old man, just sitting on the sofa and watching him busy up and down: "Your community is not well managed."

"Fuck, it's just an ordinary community, how advanced do you think it is?" Du Mao said, "Why, do you think we can still compare with the Azure International next door?"

"Then there's no need to compare." Cheng Yile said, "There's no need to compare."

Weilan International is a high-end community. During this time when housing prices are rising rapidly, an ordinary single-story apartment in it costs upwards of 500 million.

And the most expensive one in Du Mao's community may not be able to have 500 million, this is the gap.

so than what?

Laughing to death, it can't be compared at all.

"That's why." Du Mao sighed, "Brother Yi, when will you get rich? I don't want to work hard anymore."

"You expect me to get rich? In the next life." Cheng Yi hummed, "And even if I get rich overnight, what does it have to do with you?"

"You can take care of me!" Du Mao patted his chest, "I can warm the bed, cook and take care of the children for you!"

Cheng Yi kicked over and scolded with a smile: "You have a thick skin!"

"Oh, am I wrong?" Du Mao didn't mind getting kicked on the calf, and even accelerated the speed of mopping the floor, "Am I not virtuous?"

"Xianhui." Cheng Yi straightened his legs and shook them back and forth, "But I like the wild one."

"Fuck me?" Du Mao was taken aback, "Brother Yi, if you don't tell me, I really don't know!"

"Now you know?" Cheng Yi lazily retracted those long legs, "Brother is already very virtuous, there is no need for another one."

Du Mao: "...you're right, I'm a small person."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Yi ignored him, and just sat on the sofa and began to make clocks for Cheng Moutong.

Drawing numbers one by one, cutting out pointers one by one... Boring is really boring, he felt like he was about to fall asleep.

Creation is actually a very enjoyable process, but this obviously does not include this kind of low-level children's homework.

Cheng Yi can accept drawing one picture a month, but he absolutely can't stand making a watch in an hour.

When the last piece of sticker was pasted on, he could barely keep his eyes open.

His head was groggy, he was really tired today, he lost consciousness and fell asleep after a while, and he didn't even know when Du Mao left.

Just spent the night on the sofa.

The next morning, Cheng Moutong came out after washing and getting dressed, and woke up his brother.

"Brother, brother! Why are you sleeping here?" Cheng Mutong's eyes widened, "Wake up! You're going to be late!"

"Fuck, don't make noise..." Cheng Yi was so annoyed by him, his eyelids were shaking up and down with difficulty, and his hand unconsciously fumbled for the phone by his side, "What time is it?"

Cheng Moutong was still shaking him persistently: "It's 07:30 bro! It's 07:30!"

"Seven... fuck me!" Cheng Yi opened his eyes immediately, picked up the mobile phone he finally found and opened it, and it really showed 7:31.

And Cheng Moutong...has class at eight o'clock.

He paused for a second, then quickly jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom, shouting while running: "Mouton, go take out the fresh milk in the refrigerator and warm it up! There are also custard buns in the freezer Take out the red bean paste buns for me too! Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Oh!" Cheng Moutong was obviously used to doing such things, and quickly followed his brother's orders.

Cheng Yi was also really quick, as soon as the side was ready, he came out with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Quick-frozen custard buns with red bean paste can be reheated in a few minutes. In these few minutes, Uncle Cheng finished washing, dressing, tidying up and putting the clock he made last night into the boy's schoolbag.

"Eat quickly!" He put the bun in front of Cheng Moutong, "Be careful not to burn it!"

Cheng Mutong sipped some hot milk, and fanned the smoking buns with a fan in his other hand.

Cheng Yi fumbled for the car keys on the coffee table, put on his helmet and stood at the door waiting for him to come out.

"Brother, don't you want to eat?" Cheng Mutong looked at him in his busy schedule, "There is still time!"

"If I eat, it will be too late." Cheng Yi carried two bags on one shoulder, got his motorcycle ready, and urged while fiddling with his mobile phone, "Hurry up!"

"It's coming!" Cheng Mutong swallowed the last sip of milk, then reached out and took a custard bag and rushed out, stuffing it into his brother's mouth, "Brother, eat! I have breakfast before it's too late! This is what you gave me Said!"

The sweet, milky scent overflowed between his lips and teeth, Cheng Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then bit the bun open.

He carried the child onto the back seat of the motorcycle at the door with one hand, and then sat on it himself: "Hold my waist tightly."

Cheng Yi has a very thin waist, and Cheng Moutong doesn't have much trouble picking him up.

The motorcycle drove out of this small alley at high speed, and then drove out of the urban area along Linwan Road.

At this speed, it takes 10 minutes to drive from here to Cheng Moutong's school.

Cheng Moutong's school is on Yaoxi Road, which is the most beautiful area in the city.

High-end noble school Linton Elementary School, the only school there.

Cheng Moutong was studying there.

Cheng Yi drove very fast.

Damn it, that idiot's elementary school is very strict, and he has to ask his parents if he is late, and he will be the one to suffer.

At 58:[-], the motorcycle stopped steadily at the gate of the elementary school with a fountain.

He gasped and said, "Get out of the car! Run!"

Cheng Moutong climbed down skillfully: "Okay brother! I'm leaving!"

Cheng Yi waved to him: "Well, you have to listen to the teacher at school, don't be naughty, you know?"

Cheng Mutong waved to him while running: "Okay! Goodbye!"

Cheng Yi watched him run away, and then slowly rode his motorcycle to his school.

The school time for No. [-] Middle School is [-]:[-].

But...it's already at this point, and it doesn't matter if it's a little later.

And he, Uncle Cheng, has hardly been to school on time since he was in high school.

It was already 08:30 when the dark and bright motorcycle arrived at the gate of the Fourteenth Middle School.

There was no one at the door, and he was the only one left to lead the way.

"Hey! Uncle Liu! Open the door?" He took off his helmet and knocked on the window of the security room with a smile.

Uncle Liu, who was sorting out the leave slips, turned his head and sighed with a headache when he saw the person coming. He opened the door helplessly: "Why are you late again?"

"There's something wrong at home." Cheng Yi watched the gate slowly open, and rushed in on his bicycle before it finished, "Thank you, Uncle Liu! Thank you for your hard work!"

He entered the door so skillfully that people wanted to beat him up, but Uncle Liu couldn't bear it, so he waved his hands angrily: "Go, go!"

Cheng Yi compared his backhand to him, and made a sharp turn to the parking lot in the school.

When he parked the car, a voice came from the corner: "Yo?"

"?" Cheng Yi turned his head to look, and found a middle-aged man sitting in the corner.

The man was squatting to charge his electric car.

He looked at the other party silently, and the other party looked at him silently.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and suddenly, Cheng Yi turned and ran away, not even bothering to charge the motorcycle.

The man was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly and shouted: "Cheng Yi! Little bastard! You're late again!!"

"It won't happen next time, Mr. Lei!" Cheng Yi ran back while running, "The last time, the last time!"

"Fart!" Mr. Lei's hands were shaking with anger, "If I trust you again, I'll give you the position of director!"

Cheng Yi smiled, waved to him from a distance, and walked into the teaching building.

Lei is always the grade director of their grade, named Lei Yaoyou, who teaches mathematics. Although he is in his forties, the top of his head has already begun to bald.

He has a hot temper and a loud voice. Those who know him well call him Mr. Lei in person, and those who don't know him also call him Mr. Lei in private.

But Zuo Zuo is not an ugly nickname, and he is not angry every time he is called Mr. Lei, and even enjoys it.

As a student who writes self-criticism every now and then, Cheng Yi and him are not so close that they hook up shoulder to shoulder and call each other brothers.

"Hey, Lao Lei, why are you so angry?" A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly walked out of another carport. He must have been watching a theater for a long time.

"It's not like you don't know about this kid. You don't have to be afraid of getting sick every time you get so angry." He smiled and bit the bun in his hand, "There is no one to replace you when you get sick when you get angry."

"You boy!" Lao Lei glared at him, "You called Lao Lei? No big or small!"

"Okay," the young man cupped his hands, "I'll accompany you."

"Draw it down!" Lao Lei turned his eyes away from him, with a look of being out of sight and out of mind, "Don't stand and talk without pain in your back! When you take over this little bastard, don't come to me and cry!"

The young man was not frightened by these words at all, he was still smiling, and waved to Lao Lei indifferently: "Not at all."

Lao Lei sneered, not believing his words at all.

Cheng Yi's new class is Class Nine. On the third floor, when he climbed up the stairs, everyone had already started class, and even the first class was almost over.

Nowadays, classrooms in schools usually have two doors at the front and back, but the Fourteenth Middle School ordered all the back doors to be locked, so there is no possibility for Cheng Yi to commit crimes and sneak in.

Therefore, between being scolded for going in for a 15-minute class or missing a 15-minute class and waiting until after class, he decisively chose the latter.

This should be chemistry class, he thought.I have heard "hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron"...

The sounds of reading inside were all unfamiliar. Cheng Yi peeked through the window secretly and found that there were hardly any people on the back of their heads that he knew.

Except the figure of the first brother on the left in the first row is a bit familiar.

So there are still acquaintances?

But he thought about it, but he didn't think of anyone he knew who could study art.

Just as he was trying to look through the window, the teacher on the podium suddenly turned his head.

"Is there anyone at the back door?!" The female teacher's eyes are always particularly sharp in some aspects.

Cheng Yi: "..."

The sound of reading slowly stopped, the classroom became silent, and the female teacher stared at the back door without moving.

Cheng Yi squatted for a while, finally resigned to his fate and sighed: "No one!"

"..."

The air seemed to be quiet for a moment, and the next second, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and the female teacher jumped up and pushed open the front door: "Cheng Yi!!! Is it you?!?!"

Cheng Yi unhurriedly picked up his schoolbag and stood up, greeted the teacher, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence. Teacher Wang, should you teach me chemistry?"

Wang Ning looked at him, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Get out of here for class!"

Cheng Yi agreed simply: "Hey!"

He has long legs and walks fast. When passing by Wang Ning, he smoothly dodges the slap.

He jumped into the classroom and hastily glanced around the classroom——

Except for a vacant seat next to the familiar guy with the back of the head on the left side of the first row, the other seats are full.

The smiles on the faces of the new classmates hadn't disappeared, and they were all staring at him at the moment.

And the buddy who seemed to be an acquaintance was sleeping with a book covering his face, very blatantly.

"What are you doing standing there?" Wang Ning patted him on the shoulder angrily, "Hurry up and find a seat! get out of class is almost over!"

"Okay." Cheng Yi quickly sat down on the only vacant seat.

He was really not used to being stared at and looked at, just now he was so embarrassing that his toes almost buckled out of a Himalayan mountain.

His movements were not small, although he tried his best to control the movement and sound, but he still woke up the sleeping buddy.

The new deskmate dropped the book covering his face on the table, and that face was instantly exposed in Cheng Yi's eyes.

Cheng Yi stared at him blankly: "..." Fuck, can I still change seats now?

The buddy also rubbed his face and opened his eyes to see him: "..."

The buddy smiled: "Hey, the fate is so wonderful, we meet again."

Cheng Yi reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and didn't want to talk to him, he felt that this person was against him.

But Wang Ning didn't give him a chance to answer, because she had already pointed at her new deskmate and started scolding.

"Fang Hengzhi! You are sleeping in class again!!"

Fang Hengzhi—oh, he is a new tablemate now, and smiled apologetically at the teacher very calmly: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Wang Ning: "..."

Good guy, a Fang Heng knew a Cheng Yi, and almost sent her away early.

The laughter in the classroom brought Cheng Yi back to his senses.

After a while, he looked at his new deskmate in amazement as if he had realized something: "Were you sleeping just now?"

Fang Hengzhi looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded: "Isn't it obvious?"

Cheng Yi "fucked": "But you are the first in the grade!"

Fang Hengzhi couldn't understand why he was surprised: "Is there a conflict?"

Cheng Yi: "..." Although, it seems that there really isn't one.

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