Xueba looks at me with more loving eyes

"There are seven more!" Wen Mian took it and counted it.

"Can you still take it?" The deliveryman brought in the remaining seven copies stuck in the fence, and Wen Mian took them. There were fifteen copies in total, divided into two bags, exactly one for the left hand and one for the right.

Gu Zhiyuan was holding an umbrella, he was thinking.

If Wen Mian didn't come out with him and he came to get it alone, what should he do.

With both hands full of takeaways, Wen Mian ran straight away, and Gu Zhiyuan ran behind him holding an umbrella.

"Why don't I take it, I took it in the first place." Gu Zhiyuan frowned.

"No need." Wen Mian thought in her heart, can this picture still be seen.

Gu Zhiyuan is more than enough to hold an umbrella. He is a short man holding an umbrella for a tall man, so he can't be like a fool, raising his arms and running behind his ass.

That's it.

"Slow down." Gu Zhiyuan saw that Wen Mian's footsteps had slowed down, and knew that he couldn't run anymore.

Wen Mian didn't refuse, he handed the seven copies to Gu Zhiyuan, while he changed his posture, holding the takeaway, fortunately he was wearing a school uniform today, otherwise he would have been wet.

"Gu Zhiyuan." Wen Mian suddenly said.

Gu Zhiyuan glanced at him.

Wen Mian's expression was quite serious: "Next time, don't lose."

"Maybe it's you who will lose next time." Gu Zhiyuan turned his face away, expecting Wen Mian to say something good, he is probably also a fool.

The two of them walked through the dense rain and climbed up to the fourth floor. As soon as they entered the classroom, they were surrounded by hungry people screaming. Wen Mian and Gu Zhiyuan put the takeaway on the podium and went to clean up the rainwater on their bodies.

When Wen Mian was taking out the takeaway, half of his head was sprayed when he poked his head out. The fluffy hair, which looked like dough, was kneaded into a ball. He used his hand as a comb, and brushed his hair behind him, revealing smooth forehead.

He took off his school uniform, the short sleeves inside were well protected, and a drop of water was poured on him. The water on his head condensed into small water droplets along the tip of his hair, and dripped on his neck with a "click".

"When will I get a haircut?" Wen Mian muttered, his hair seemed a little too long.

This wet hair is also uncomfortable, do you want to ask Zhang Jingjing to borrow a hair tie or something, when he was thinking this way, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Wen Mian didn't have time to wonder what was going on, the next second, a pair of big hands rubbed his head with a towel.

Gu Zhiyuan's service was quite considerate. After rubbing Wen Mian's head for a while, he also wiped the area of ​​his neck clean.

"It would be great if your technique could improve a little bit." Wen Mian complained.

The towel had already left his head, and he could see Gu Zhiyuan on the side by turning his face a little.

Wen Mian's face caught Gu Zhiyuan's eyes unexpectedly.

To be honest, Wen Mian's usual image is definitely not good in Gu Zhiyuan's heart.

At this moment, he had just been rubbed, and the originally long black hair was not obediently shaped by the rain, like a sea urchin or a black fried ball.

Seeing that it was soft and prickly, Gu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed it.

In Wen Mian's disbelieving eyes, he calmly explained: "It's still a little wet."

That’s not nonsense, you’re a towel, not a hair dryer, and you’ll be fine after a couple of tugs and tugs. If you go to school, you can start a company and sell towels. It’s a bit difficult to become the richest man in the world, but there’s still some hope for you to become the richest man in the city.

Wen Mian complained in her heart, and stretched out her hand to smooth out her hair.

He thought for a while, and made a big back. The short hairs on his forehead were lifted up. Ding Xiangming brought the two of them over with braised chicken, and saw Wen Mian's new look.

"Boss." Ding Xiangming put on a doggy look.

"It seems that I have to get a haircut in two days." Wen Mian was satisfied with herself.

They finished their meal before their lunch break, guessed again who would throw out the trash, Gu Zhiyuan and Wen Mian took the takeaway automatically won, and in the end it was Qi Wenbai who threw the trash.

When he was throwing out the garbage, the voices of "bring me a piece of garbage" kept coming and going. At first Qi Wenbo was willing to take it, but later he found that something was wrong, and the garbage in his arms was almost becoming a mountain.

He simply threw the trash he had just picked up on the ground, and slipped downstairs by himself.

Wen Mian tidied up his messy hair before the afternoon self-study started. Fortunately, the boy's hair was short, and his hair was almost dry before the afternoon nap.

After the first class after class, Wen Mian finally realized how Gu Zhiyuan felt before.

He couldn't help but write a line on the draft pad.

【Why do you keep staring at me】

Gu Zhiyuan's eyes have been glued to his face for more than 10 minutes, which made Wen Mian restless.

So uncomfortable.

The teacher on the podium turned his back. Gu Zhiyuan didn't have the habit of answering Wen Mian on the draft paper, so he proved the reason for his gaze with practical actions.

He pulled Wen Mian's hair out of a nap.

Wen Mian quickly stretched out his hand to press down, he could clearly feel that the moment his hand was detached from Dai Mao, Dai Mao stood up again.

Gu Zhiyuan was no longer looking at him, he pulled Wen Mian's hair and fulfilled his wish, leaving only Wen Mian and this stupid hair to continue to fight.

Wen Mian poured some water from the kettle, wet his hands and soaked his hair, he tried to press it, but it still failed.

Wen Mian asked Zhang Jingjing for a hair clip, Zhang Jingjing was very friendly and handed him a palm-sized pink butterfly hair clip.

Wen Mian stared at the hairpin for a long time.

In fact, from a practical point of view, his top priority now is to suppress the dull hair, which must be a heavier hairpin, preferably with a larger area, and the one in front of him is very suitable.

This is what it looks like...

If you are a man, choose pink!

Wen Mian killed himself, he pressed the hairpin on his head, and pressed it as if nothing had happened.

Today's class is a biology teacher, she is a rare and serious teacher, she can't see her classmates making small moves, even if she has been dragged into the black and white list long ago.

"Wen Mian, please answer this question." The biology teacher tapped on the blackboard.

Wen Mian: "..."

Wen Mian originally wanted to grab the hairpin, but this guy was too big, he grabbed half of it, and the hairpin was hanging on his forehead.

Amidst the laughter of the whole class, Wen Mian raised his head again unhurriedly, he simply put the hairpin back on, faced the biology teacher's terrifying gaze, and answered her question loudly.

"What are you making trouble in class?" The creature couldn't bear it.

It's rare for Wen Mian to feel wronged, and it's not because he wants to silence Mao.

"Hair is a bit long, let me stop it." Wen Mian thought of an orthodox reason.

He stood upright and straightened his back. The biology teacher looked at him for a while, but still let him sit down.

After being disturbed like this, Wen Mian pinned the hairpin with peace of mind, and when get out of class was over, he returned the hairpin to Zhang Jingjing contentedly.

His dull hair has been flattened.

……

"Rename the weather forecast to the weather report and forget about it." Wen Mian glanced at the phone, rarely upset.

The weather forecast said that today is the next thunderstorm, the kind that will end in an hour or two.

As a result, it started raining in the morning and didn't stop until the end of school in the evening. Even after the school bell rang, Wen Mian felt that it was raining harder outside.

Today, I will take the bus to the nursery school, and then take a taxi home.Wenmian has finished planning.

He had one more thing to do before going to nursery.

Wen Mian grabbed her schoolbag and carried it behind her.

Today his schoolbag is stuffed with his school uniform, which is already soaked, so he has to take it home to wash.

Wen Mian took three steps in parallel, and walked to Gu Zhiyuan's side.

"Let's go together, you didn't bring an umbrella." His purpose was straightforward and clear.

He found out at noon today that Gu Zhiyuan didn't bring an umbrella at all, otherwise he wouldn't have given him his own.

The distance from the classroom to the school gate cannot use means of transportation, and it is raining so heavily outside, he is afraid that he will not be able to see Gu Zhiyuan tomorrow.

He meant that Gu Zhiyuan would catch a cold.

"No..." Before Gu Zhiyuan finished speaking, Wen Mian handed the umbrella to him.

"Accompany me to the cafeteria to buy a meal first, drop by." Wen Mian seemed not to have heard what Gu Zhiyuan said, and continued on by herself.

Gu Zhiyuan felt that it would be hypocritical to evade this, so he kept silent, and when he went downstairs, he consciously opened the umbrella, and Wen Mian also consciously posted it.

Ding Xiangming was still upstairs, he packed his schoolbag slowly, looking around for Wen Mian: "Hey, where is my brother Mian?"

"Follow Mrs. Mian." Jiang Lin replied.

Ding Xiangming: "Aren't I still here?"

Jiang Lin's teasing expression froze, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally came together in one sentence: "You are so coquettish."

Ding Xiangming shrugged calmly, and looked out the door lonely.

I only see the newcomers laughing, but I don't hear the old ones crying.

"Ah-choo!" Wen Mian sneezed loudly.

Gu Zhiyuan subconsciously tilted the umbrella towards him.

"It's okay, Ding Xiangming must be scolding me again." Wen Mian waved her hand.

He walked into the dining hall and ordered two meals for more than a week. At this time, all the aunts in the dining hall knew him.

"Today we have pork rib soup, do you want to take some home?" Aunt chatted with him.

"I didn't bring a container today, so bring one tomorrow." Wen Mian thought for a while.

The soup in the cafeteria is free, the school is quite generous, and you can get some content, don't waste it for nothing, it will be ready tomorrow.

Gu Zhiyuan watched the auntie in the dining hall pick up a large spoonful of fried pork with bamboo shoots, and she began to shake the spoon inertially.

Gu Zhiyuan felt bad all of a sudden, but his aunt threw out a lot of bamboo shoots and put the meat into the plastic bag for takeout.

Gu Zhiyuan: "..."

"Let's order more food, it's not good to just eat meat." Wen Mian's language seemed to be Versailles without knowing it.

"It's okay." Auntie said and took another spoonful of broccoli.

"It's for you, anyway, the food for the evening can't be sold out." The aunt gave Wen Mian the take-out, and added a few more layers of plastic bags.

Gu Zhiyuan: "..."

"Why don't you bring a lunch box? If you don't have one, I'll get you two from home tomorrow." Seeing that there was no one behind, the aunt said a few more words to Wen Mian.

"With trouble, I'll bring it myself tomorrow." How could Wen Mian say it was because it was troublesome to wash.

He put his things in his schoolbag, took two steps outside, and found that Gu Zhiyuan hadn't followed, he turned his head to look at Gu Zhiyuan strangely: "Aren't you going?"

"Let's go." Gu Zhiyuan followed.

The author has something to say:

Gu Zhiyuan: Is this differential treatment?

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