On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Zeng Qiao just stared straight at him, and without thinking, Zhang Ye said coldly, "No."

Without seeing Zeng Qiao's embarrassed expression, he scolded the shameless author in his heart, not to mention what kind of shit he was writing, but couldn't he clean up the people when making the settings?If you want someone to be the protagonist, you have to go through a hard experience, which is fine, but why can't you correct the three views?

This is the first time he has seen such a character, by virtue of being the protagonist, he can say that the disqualification of his character is just a matter of necessity, how can he accept it so calmly when enjoying the high-quality material conditions provided by Zhang Tiancheng to their mother and child? ?Basically a bitch.

Although this is a novel world, the values ​​are the same as in the present world, and it is still feasible to travel around the world with reason.

Now that school just started, there's no need to fight head to head. That kid wants to finish his third year of high school in peace. He doesn't even think about it. He wants to see how long he can hold it.

As for this new tablemate, it's not easy to kick him out when he first arrives, he can barely be the same tablemate for a few days, and then find an excuse for the teacher to transfer this person away.

Zeng Qiao still wanted to talk to him, but when he saw him turn his back to him, he showed that he didn't want to talk to him.

It wasn't like that at the hospital that day. Why did I change someone the second time we met? I felt a little uncomfortable. I looked down at the book for a long time and couldn't figure out how I had offended him.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Zhang Ye stood up, put his hands in his pockets and went out, swaying in the whole corridor, most of the boys dismissed him, even if he looked better, he was still a nerd.

After taking two steps, a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder, and when he turned around to see Zeng Qiao, he pursed his lips in displeasure.

"Zhang Ye, what are you doing back and forth? I just turned around, so I don't have a chance to offend you, right? Why are you making such a bad face at me?"

"Chunxin sprouts, find a pleasing girlfriend to talk about love, do you have any opinions?"

Is there something wrong with this black heart attack?If you don't find his CP to develop the main plot, what is the relationship with someone like him who can't even count as a branch?

"No problem, do you want me to help you? I have a good eye for people."

Zhang Ye looked him up and down unceremoniously, and cursed in his heart, would a man who thinks about men look at women every day?It's okay to deceive others, but it's too stupid to deceive a sensible person like him who knows the whole story.

"I'm sorry, I can see better than you. I don't like people touching me, thank you." Then he pushed the arm away and went back to the classroom.

"Zeng Qiao, Zhang Ye is not very close to the classmates in the class, don't blame him, go back to the classroom, the teacher is coming soon."

Zeng Qiao turned his head to look at this classmate whose name he didn't know. Although this person didn't look good, he looked surprisingly comfortable. He also smiled: "Thank you."

Zhang Ye changed his sitting position, looked up and saw the pair of CPs coming in together, and shrugged.

He continued to doze off with his head propped up. He had already flipped through the textbook in the previous class. This knowledge is an old friend to him. After a little recollection, the key points automatically appeared in his mind. This is probably because he and the original owner rarely resonated. place, so... easy.

The morning class was finally over. Zhang Ye called Wang Mei and told her the good news that he had won the physics competition. He wanted to celebrate with her at noon, but it was a pity that Wang Mei had to entertain guests and couldn't spare. Make it up to him in the evening as an apology.

There is no one at home, and it is meaningless to go back.Fortunately, there is a cafeteria in the school, which provides food for students who live far away. He heard that it was terrible, so he just went to try it.

There are a lot of prize money in the physics competition. He ordered the most expensive set meal in the spirit of getting what he pays for. He sat at the end and ate his life. Only the cafeteria can make such a mistake. He doesn’t think it’s him. In my previous life, I was a boss and made this mouth coquettish.

He poked and poked, didn't eat much, and was thinking about going back to the classroom to lie down for a while, when a figure appeared in his line of sight, the man sat down opposite him with a plate, and his voice sounded like a foul: "I haven't handed in yet. Friends, I can’t find someone to eat, do you mind sharing another table at the same table? Do you want to drink? It’s for stomach. I brought it from home.”

Zhang Ye was not very energetic at first, but when he saw the brand he liked, his eyes lit up. He took it and put in a straw: "Thanks, is there enough for me? Not enough for me."

Zeng Qiao happily said, "Sure!"

Zhang Ye watched him put his dinner plate aside and happily help himself with the leftovers, a little hard to explain, he ate from the side, so it wouldn't get dirty.

"Then you eat slowly, I'll go back first." One thing for another, even.

Zeng Qiao had just eaten a spoonful of rice when he heard that he was choked up, and it took him a long time to recover.Isn't it said that eating together is the easiest way to cultivate friendship?Why can't it work when it comes to Zhang Ye?For so many years since he was a child, this is the first time he ate food from other people's bowls, this one who doesn't know what's good...

But the food in the cafeteria was too bad, and he couldn't finish it. Just as he was about to leave, the classmate who was talking to him in the morning came over and said with a smile, "Can I sit here?"

The leg that left the seat was retracted again. Zeng Qiao remembered that his name was Zhao Rong: "Aren't you going home?"

"Well, my family is very busy and I don't have time to cook for me, so I eat in the cafeteria. I used to bring my own food, but now it's hot, so it's inconvenient to bring it and it's easy to break."

Zeng Qiao didn't really want to talk nonsense to him, so he answered casually and asked him, "Has Zhang Ye always been like this? He's not polite to anyone?"

Zhao Rong bit his lips, feeling a bit embarrassed: "No, he used to hardly speak, his eyes couldn't hold people at all, he ignored everyone except the teacher, he only knew how to study, and he was famous all over the city. Just get used to it."

Zeng Qiao nodded, but he didn't believe that Zhang Ye was such a person, otherwise he wouldn't have helped him in the hospital.

When I returned to the classroom, I saw that curly chestnut hair protruding from a stack of books at a glance, like a fluffy cat, which made my hands itchy uncontrollably.

Zeng Qiao sat back, glanced at him, and unexpectedly found that Zhang Ye who was asleep was not as aggressive as when he was awake, he was quiet and obedient, he pursed his lips for some reason, their lips were shiny, Soft and jelly-like, I really want to poke it with my finger.

Zeng Qiao was taken aback by the thoughts that popped up in his mind, and turned his head to look away in embarrassment, not wanting to meet Zhao Rong's calm smile.

He felt a little awkward, it was a good thing for Zhao Rong to help him get acquainted with the environment, but he was a little too enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that it almost seemed to have a purpose...

After thinking about it, I treat Zhang Ye differently?He is born with the will to not admit defeat, Zhang Ye is not willing?He twisted his strength and insisted on being friends with him.

At first, Zeng Qiao thought that the students were quite quiet, but in the afternoon he had to change his mind. During the exercise time between classes, a lot of people gathered around him asking questions and chattering endlessly.

"Your family does business in Thailand, so why don't you go to school there? Do you speak Thai?"

"Thai people are beautiful or ugly. Jiang Wenzheng went to Thailand this summer and said that he didn't see any good-looking people except transvestites."

Zeng Qiao was so quarreled by them that he was already impatient, but he couldn't lose his temper, so he subconsciously looked at Zhang Ye.

This person didn't seem to be disturbed at all, and he was concentrating on his homework. He had also read those questions, and it seemed complicated and difficult to solve.But Zhang Ye actually wrote the answer after just looking at it.For him, he might not be able to complete the homework in two hours, but Zhang Ye finished it in one break.

What kind of brain is this?Can you give him one too, I really want it.Since I was a child, I have never really admired anyone, but Zhang Ye is the only one.It's a pity that he has a bad temper and is not easy to get along with.

Maybe it was because there was a good student next to him. Zeng Qiao was infected and wanted to finish his homework early. Anyone who came to him would reply: "I want to do my homework first."

Compared with Zhang Ye, he worked too hard, and he couldn't bear it after finishing two questions.

He looked at Zhang Ye resolutely again, and leaned over with a smiling face: "Zhang Ye, can you tell me how to do these problems?"

God is fair to people, just like his family is rich, he can do whatever he wants, the only regret is that he is not as good at studying as his brothers at home, his grades have been going up and down, and he can't get into this class at all with his grades, or Dad asked someone to find a relationship...

Zhang Ye was taken aback by the good-looking face that suddenly approached him, and pushed him away in disgust: "Don't get so close to me, I don't give lectures to people, you go ask others."

The voices of the two were not too high, and they didn't know when Zhao Rong stood beside him, and looked at Zhang Ye with a smile: "Zhang Ye, everyone in the class is not as smart as you, helping the classmates is just a little effort."

Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes, smiled at the corners of his lips, and looked at him mockingly: "None of your business, can you teach me how to do things? You can teach me."

Zhao Rong's face froze, and he was a bit embarrassed. Last semester, he clearly helped himself to draw the key points. He thought he had become friends with this person, but who knew that this person finally said: none of your business.

After all, he is a boy, so he won't lose his temper because of two bad words. He just needs to feel uncomfortable. He sat back quietly in his seat, and remained silent for the rest of the time.

Zhang Ye doesn't like Zhao Rong's death now, what about the protagonist?Wearing a shirt that Zhang Tiancheng bought thousands of dollars to pretend to be a good person in front of him, he can do it.

At any rate, I have been a classmate for two years. This person was once so poor that he couldn't even pay the tuition fees. Now he is well-fed and well-dressed and speaks loudly, unless God rained money on his family.

Thinking of this way, he was even more unwilling to have anything to do with this Zeng Qiao. With an ugly face of "my wife is right", when the time comes, fists are better than mouths.

There was a lot of noise in the class, no one looked at them, and no one knew what happened.

Zeng Qiao was keenly aware that Zhang Ye seemed to have inexplicable hostility towards him and Zhao Rong, as if they had done something wrong to this man, a little sad and innocent.

In fact, he had a particularly good impression of Zhang Ye. He was tall and handsome. Although he was a bit cold, he wanted to make people get closer.

Zhang Ye didn't want to help, and Zeng Qiao didn't want to mention it anymore, so he rolled up the workbook and stuffed it into his schoolbag annoyedly, thinking it would be a big deal to go back and ask the tutor.

Zhang Ye leaned on the back of his chair and thought about what to have for dinner today. This was the first time he used his own money to treat his mother to dinner, and the dishes should not be too bad.

My head was in a mess, all the options were passed because they were too expensive, and in the end I had to turn on my mobile phone to find a restaurant with a good reputation online.After several comparisons, I clicked on the interface of a hot pot restaurant, which was cost-effective and in line with the tastes of the two, so I settled down directly and sent a WeChat message to my mother, asking her to go directly after get off work.

He didn't bother to study by himself at night, so he went to the office to ask the teacher for leave.He has always been the darling in the eyes of the teacher, so naturally he approved it without saying a word.

Seeing that he picked up his schoolbag and left, Zeng Qiao was stunned for a moment, and heard his classmates say enviously: "The child favored by God, even if he doesn't go to class, he is better than us in the exam, and he is allowed to leave as soon as he opens his mouth. How can we give leave? I dare not ask for it, for fear of dragging my feet. People are more angry than others, and they don’t have to worry about No.1 being robbed, but we have to fight to the death not to fail the exam.”

Zeng Qiao was also quite envious. Although he could leave directly, he was not as high-profile as Zhang Ye. He sneaked away through the back door while the students were not paying attention.

He saw Zhang Yeding's restaurant, which happened to be opened by a relative of his family, and there was still time for the meeting to pass.

The author has something to say: Zhang Ye: I still need to help garbage authors to correct their three views, just to live from a passerby to a branch with a sense of existence, so fucking exhausted physically and mentally.

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