After wearing the book, the paranoid bamboo horse is reborn

A meal ended under the sight of Wen Xi's blatant probing, who thought she was hiding.

After dinner, Si Jing evacuated all the dishes on the table to the sink, wiped the table carefully, and then said quietly, "Wen Xi, tomorrow is Saturday."

"What's wrong with Saturday?" After saying this, Wen Xi remembered that she was still a junior high school student, or a second-year junior high school student who needed to go to school on Saturday to make up lessons.

At the thought of getting up early on Saturday, a bit of unhappiness immediately appeared on his face.

And Si Jing, who had been watching him intentionally or unintentionally, noticed this scene, his heart was filled with coldness, and he said quietly, "Do you want me to continue to ask for leave?"

The meaning of these words is very clear. The two of them have asked for leave for four days, and the reason for asking for leave is that Si Jing is injured and needs someone to take care of him. The matter of Jing Jing fell on Wen Xi's head.

However, only the two of them knew if the leave was taken or not.

The original body retreated the poor girl from the stairs, without any guilt in his heart, but took advantage of this incident to complete his plan to be lazy and not go to school, and even happily planned to hurt Si Jing next time So that the hospital can issue another note to ask for leave, what an asshole he really thinks.

Thinking of this, Wen Xi's unhardened heart turned into a puddle of water, a strong sense of guilt overflowed from his chest to his limbs, and he had no time to hide anything. He pursed his lips and let out a voice from his throat with difficulty. With a full hoarse mouth, "Are you feeling better? Does your head still hurt? Do you want to rest for two more days?"

Hearing this, Si Jing didn't answer, but stared at him coldly with eagle-like eyes, as if he wanted to see through his flesh and blood.

Wen Xi trembled when he saw it, "You, what do you see me doing?"

With a very soft snort, Si Jing asked blankly, "Do I need to rest? Doesn't it depend on whether you want to rest or not."

The young man's sharp and straightforward words were like a ball of cotton, which directly blocked Wen Xi's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. He clenched his fists, and Wen Xi adjusted his expression while holding his breath, raising his chin like a proud bird Swan, "I'm in a good mood today, so I give you the choice."

Si Jing looked at him and did not look away for a long time.Although he knew that there might be a conspiracy and he might be ridiculed and humiliated, he still said truthfully, "I want to go to school."

Wen Xi's eyes slowly moved from the bandage on the young man's head to the corners of his tight lips, his eyelids drooped slightly, and the tone of his voice did not fluctuate, "Then go get it."

Hearing this, Si Jing didn't speak any more, just turned and left.

Wen Xi looked at his back and sighed uncontrollably.

Poor little is so pitiful.

Not only do they not have enough food and clothing, but they can't even make decisions about going to school.

In the original book, this plot is actually not a long one, but after experiencing it personally, he just wanted to sigh with emotion that Si Jing was really unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet Wen Xi in this life.

The short life like a flower is completely shrouded in Wen Xi's shadow.

Although he is not the Holy Father, but facing such a small child, he still wants to help.

However, it turns out that his idea is simply impossible to realize.

If there is a number showing the hostility of Xiaopoor towards him, it probably doesn't start with 9, there are countless digits.

Wen Xi didn't see this man until he arrived at school the next day. He was sitting in the second row, with a straight posture, and he was writing vigorously, not knowing what he was copying.

As he walked towards his seat in the second-to-last row, he thought that the little pitiful person was ruthless enough to avoid him. It was such a long way from the villa area to the school, and he didn't know how he got here.

But it can't be like this all the time in the future, it's so far away, and the little poor doesn't know if he has eaten breakfast, and his body won't be able to stand it for a long time.

Just as he was thinking, the table was knocked suddenly. He looked up, and at some point there were several people around him.

Opposite him was a boy with dyed purple hair and crooked school uniform, "Brother Wen, why are you here? Didn't you say the day before yesterday that you would take this opportunity to play for two more days?"

Wen Xi replied in the usual indifferent tone of the original body: "I will come if I want to."

At this time, he was really thankful that the original body was a conceited guy who was the second child and the third child. He did everything according to his own wishes and according to his own temperament, so no one would think that what he said or did was wrong.

Sure enough, the people around didn't think there was any problem with his words, but continued to ask: "Brother Wen, how is the boy's condition? You just said that his head was broken, and the brothers were all curious."

Wen Xi frowned without any trace, "It's serious, don't provoke him."

"Don't you need to teach him a lesson?"

"My parents are coming back soon."

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, the boys all showed expressions of enlightenment.

Although they don't know much about the situation of Wen Xi's family, they know that the two parents of Wen's family are still very kind to Si Jing. Every time the two of them are coming back or have already returned, Wen Xi will treat Si Jing well. At all, they are not allowed to teach that guy a lesson, but after that, they can do whatever they want.

Wen Xi looked at their understanding faces and didn't know what to say.

In a word, these people can directly make up a complete story of cause and effect, which is quite good in a sense.

The class they were in happened to be on the second floor. Wen Xi, who was sitting by the window, could see the tall trees that grew very lushly outside when she turned her head. The dense branches and leaves were layered on top of each other, and the line of sight was full of emerald green. People are in a good mood for no reason.

Withdrawing his gaze, he refocused on the blackboard in front of him, but looking at the few lines of ancient poems on it and the teacher's slow words, he still couldn't help but lost his mind again.Although he is not a genius, the knowledge of the second year of junior high school is quite simple for him.People are always too lazy to bother about things they know very well.

It suddenly occurred to him that the original body had poor grades and was secretly called a wooden beauty and an idiot. If he suddenly came out first in the grade, wouldn't everyone's jaws be shocked?

And seeing how poor little is trying to go to school, if his grades are good, maybe he can use the opportunity of making up lessons for him to draw in the relationship between the two.

Just in his dream, the morning class ended before he knew it.

The students in the classroom went out for lunch in groups of three and two. Wen Xi was thinking of finding little pity to get in touch with each other, so Zimao and the others came over, "Brother Wen, what shall we have for lunch today?"

"I don't know." Wen Xi replied without thinking, stood up and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the arm by a man with a cropped head.

"A new Sichuan restaurant has opened at the back door of the school. Brother Wen, let's try it together. I heard that the owner is from Sichuan, and the food is authentic."

Wen Xi didn't want to get entangled with these people at all, and eagerly broke off that hand, not giving them any peripheral vision, "You can do whatever you want."

"How about Brother Wen, let's go to the barbecue on the East Street. Their meat is very fresh, and you will definitely like it."

Wen Xi slapped the table unbearably, "You guys are so annoying!"

Seeing him getting angry, the others didn't dare to speak anymore, and they all shut up like quails.

Wen Xi ignored them, and trotted to chase them out, "Hey, Si Jing, wait for me!"

Hearing the sound, Si Jing had no choice but to stop, and looked at the young man with a little blush on his face.

"Let's have lunch together."

"I don't eat Sichuan food, and I don't eat barbecue."

Wen Xi: "..."

"I didn't say to eat these two, we can eat whatever you want."

Si Jing looked at him with raised eyes, "Are you serious?"

Wen Xi nodded, "Of course!"

Five minutes later, he looked at the clear porridge and two plates of pickles in front of him, and fell silent.

The author has something to say: Wen Xiaoxi: Poor little is really miserable, I have to make it up to him!

Si Xiaojing: What trick is he thinking up to punish me?

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