I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

No, no, I just snatched his No.1 once. Could it be that just because of this, Jiang will be blackened?

Song Zuan stared at the opposite boy with some guilt.

There was still one award presentation session left, but Jiang couldn't accept the fact that he was the second child, so he walked away without waiting for the award presentation.

Whoever likes to be the second child will be the second child, anyway, he is not the right one!

As a "good student", Song Zu'an naturally couldn't chase him out.

When the awards ceremony was over and the students returned to the classroom, where was Jiang Ye?

He had already gone home in his luxury car.

"Hey...it's all Song Zu'an's fault! Now Brother Jiang Ye is angry, what do you think-"

"My God! Will Jiang drop out of school in a fit of anger?"

"Exiting school is impossible, but there is a high probability that it will happen to unscrew Song Zuan's dog's head for fun."

The students talked more and more mysteriously, but what Song Zuan thought in his heart was——

"Hey...he went back first, so whose car should I take home tonight?"

It seems that the matter of buying a car should be put on the agenda.

[Reminder, the host still owes the system 27 billion. 】

"Forget it, I won't buy the car."

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when Song Zuan walked to the villa.

He saw that the light in the villa next door was still on, thought for a while, and went forward to ring the doorbell.

"What am I doing now, am I going to coax Jiang Ye?"

"Didn't I come to hang him?"

"Why do I feel so guilty after stealing his No.1?"

"Isn't my mission just to steal his limelight? Isn't it just to suppress him?"

"Why can't I be happy now that I see him sad?"

Song Zuan pondered for a long time and came to a conclusion——

"It seems that I am still too kind to the characters I wrote. After all, they are characters in my own pen, just like my own son."

"The so-called "tiger's poison does not eat its children", as a father, how can I have the heart to make Jiang feel so sad? "

Yes, that must be it!

It has been a long time since the doorbell was pressed, and when Song Zuan was hesitating whether to turn around and leave, the door of the villa opened.

Jiang also turned his back to the light, a shadow cast over his face.

I couldn't see his expression clearly, but Song Zu'an knew with the dead skin on his heels that Jiang Ye must have put on his frosty handsome face again at this moment, frowning.

"Champion, what do you want me to do?"

oh!What a grotesque speech!

I wouldn't play Onmyoji without Jiang!

"Hey, no! Can't you afford to lose?"

"So it's not enough for you to be in the limelight in front of the teachers and students in the school, and you actually chased me to my house to mock me?"

"Uh, I, I don't mean that. I'm just afraid that you will be too sad, and I want to comfort you."

It's really getting darker.

Song Zu'an explained that even he felt that this line was a bit teasing, a bit Versailles.

Jiang also said coldly: "Then you can go, I'm not sad at all."

Are you not sad?When you say this, do you believe it yourself?His face smelled like that, but he still said he wasn't sad.

Damn Tsundere, he, legs!

"Don't think that just because you won No.1 just once is enough, after all, you have only won it once since entering school. And I will beat you in any next competition. Studying is also good, Even talent."

Just now I thought that Jiang would be sad too, but looking at the current posture, how could he be sad?An excellent hero will only turn grief into strength and work harder!

It is impossible for Jiang Ye to be depressed because of excessive sadness.

Since he has such fighting spirit, Song Zuan's sense of guilt dissipated instantly.

The next day, outside the freshman Class A of the School of Mathematics, Sunshine University.

Song Zuan was blocked by a group of girls.

"Student, give me a phone number."

"Student, where do you live? If we drop by in the future, let's go to and from school together!"

"Student, this is the breakfast I made myself. If you haven't eaten it, I will give it to you."

……

I didn't expect my heroic performance at the poetry conference to attract so many fans, and there are fans...

Song Zuan said he refused on the surface, but in fact surrounded by so many girls, even a boy would still feel a little vain in his heart.

Song Zu'an somewhat enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by stars.

There are other boys' jealousy, and among this group of jealous people, the most obvious one is Jiang Ye.

Even though he was neither sad nor happy on the surface, Song Zuan knew that he must be jealous.

Jiang also glared at Song Zuan in the crowd, and entered the classroom as if nothing had happened.

After a while, Song Zuan took a seat next to Jiang Ye holding a stack of love letters and gifts.

"Old Li said before that he transferred me to be your deskmate. I was afraid that you would disagree, so I just let it go. I didn't expect him to transfer me here."

Jiang ignored it.

"Uh... here you are." Song Zu'an put the small cake and several exquisitely packaged bento boxes in front of Jiang Ye.

Jiang also stopped working on the question and frowned.

"Are you giving me some gifts now?"

"No, that's not what I meant. These gifts were given to you by others. I just collected them for you when I was outside."

"Who asked you to collect it for me? Don't you know that I never accept gifts from others?"

"I……"

About Jiang not accepting gifts, Song Zuan knew about it, after all, this was the character he wrote.

Jiang is also high-ranking and disdains to accept gifts from anyone.It was written by Song Zuan.

But he decided to pretend to be stupid.

"I don't know. I saw so many girls wanting to give you gifts, so I couldn't bear to refute their good intentions."

"Take it!"

"I repeat, take it!"

Jiang also stared at his beautiful eyes, his tone was sonorous and forceful, and he could not refuse.

Song Zu'an had no choice but to take those gifts back.

"Master, who made such a wonderful breakfast, can I eat it?"

"Okay, I'll give you everything."

Zheng worry that there is no place to deal with these things. Since Haidai volunteered, let him do it all.

"Thank you Master, you are such a good person, I can take care of my whole day's meals."

"These bento boxes don't have a heat preservation function, so they can't be eaten until noon. How do you solve the meal for the day?"

"Master, I have no money to eat."

How come you have no money to eat?Could it be that Hai Dai was also bullied?

Song Zu'an was about to ask a question, but when he saw the stack of brand new novels in Haidai's hand, he instantly understood.

"Did you spend your money on novels again?"

"hold head high."

Deserves no money to eat!

"Forget it, forget it, I have money in my meal card, I will take care of your food in the future!"

The classmate who eats melons who heard this conversation couldn't help being possessed by the lemon essence, and didn't know if Song Zuan still lacked apprentices.

"Master, you are so kind! I will never forget your great kindness and virtue, and even if I were a ghost, I would never let you go!"

"Okay, okay, shut up if you can't speak."

What kind of magical setting is this?Not only do you not have to pay tuition fees as a teacher, but you also take care of your mother's food?

Sun Zi at Song Zuan's back table witnessed the whole transaction process, and spat softly: "Cut—it must be to pretend to be a big money in front of me again!"

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