Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

It rained a lot at night, and the window was opened in the morning, the wind in the alley was blowing coldly, the leaves knocked down by the rain were scattered all over the ground, and the air was very fresh.

This timely rain washed away the old filth, and from then on, everything is brand new and clean.

When Wen Xiaoyu came out of the room, Grandma Wen had already gone to work at He's house, and Wen Muchen's door was closed, so she was probably still sleeping.

There was a ready-made breakfast on the table. He lifted the closed bowls and plates, and found glutinous rice siu mai and wonton noodles. The noodles were still warm and warm.

The taste is a bit bland, which suits his taste.

He was busy with filming when he was in college, and he basically ate with the crew, and he didn't have time and leisure to focus on picky eaters.

Later, he became famous in the industry, and there were many people who invited him to dinner. The dinner was full of delicious food. No one knew that he just wanted to have a home-cooked meal, but he never had the chance.

He shook his head, thinking about what to do.

Concentrating on sweeping away the breakfast, Wen Xiaoyu went to the yard, stood under the vine trellis and stretched comfortably.There was an old bicycle parked in the corner of the yard. He pushed it to the sink to wash it off, repaired it briefly, and went out.

As soon as he turned out of the entrance of the alley, he saw He Xiran squatting under a ginkgo tree with his face in his hands, with a ginkgo leaf sandwiched between his pursed mouth and nose, playing with fun.

childish.Wen Xiaoyu didn't hesitate, glanced at him and speeded up and rode over, the golden leaves danced lightly in the wind.Out of the corner of his eye, He Xiran stood up abruptly, and the leaves between his nose and lips also fell down.

"Wen Xiaoyu—!" He Xiran shouted.

The panic and unbelievable anger in that voice made Wen Xiaoyu's mood brighter.

The wheels ran over the scattered camphor leaves, breathing the cool air, and the whole person was refreshed.He was wearing a gray sweater and a black jacket. When he turned the corner, the autumn wind lifted the hem of his clothes, causing passers-by to stare at him frequently.

In the past, every time Wen Xiaoyu, as a director, appeared in front of everyone, the disturbance he caused was no less than that of any top performer in the entertainment industry.Born from a famous family, a leader in the industry, coupled with a perfect appearance, she is the focus no matter where she is.

He himself has never participated in any movies or variety shows, and even tried to avoid appearances for publicity, but he is still the darling of photographers, and casual candid shots can become a textbook-level hard photo model.

After shaving his hair into square inches, the three-dimensional and deep facial features appear cleaner and clearer, and his temperament is completely new. He has a distinctive calmness and indifference in the youthful campus.

When entering the classroom, it inevitably caused a discussion, but the person at the center of the topic didn’t seem to notice it, and was looking out the window with his chin in his hands, admiring the maple leaves falling slowly on the campus.

Suddenly, a running figure broke into his sight.The boy was wearing an off-white windbreaker, and the sun shone on his smooth chestnut hair, reflecting a dazzling luster.

Before flashing into the teaching building with the sound of the preparatory bell, his clean clothes fluttered in the wind, like a white pigeon taking off.

Wen Xiaoyu's thick black eyelashes moved, and the corner of one lip slightly curled up.

"Why didn't you wait for me?!" As soon as he entered the back door of the classroom, He Xiran walked towards Wen Xiaoyu aggressively, and asked with round peach blossom eyes.

He ran too fast, a thin layer of sweat covered his flushed cheeks, and his slightly parted lips became more bright red and eye-catching due to panting.

Wen Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes: "I didn't say I'd wait for you."

"I don't care if you say it or not! You have to wait for me!" He Xiran waved his fist fiercely at him, sat on the stool, and turned around, "Who told you to cut your hair? It's so ugly!"

Wen Xiaoyu looked at him with folded arms, ignoring a word.He Xiran didn't seem to intend to let him refute, and then said: "What happened to you yesterday! It's fine if you don't buy cakes for me, why don't you take the blame for me at the police station?!"

Seeing He Xiran's domineering and natural look, if it was Yuanshen who was at the police station yesterday, not only would he not care if he and his grandmother confused black and white, but would willingly bear everything for He Xiran, even if he would be expelled from school in the end.

Wen Xiaoyu is simply unbelievable, not only because he is really loyal to the young master, but also because He Xiran has no regrets for what he did, and he can still question him plausibly.

"Why?" Disgust surfaced on Wen Xiaoyu's brows, and her voice was terribly cold.

He Xiran froze for a moment, opened his mouth but didn't utter a syllable, just stared at him with wide eyes.

Fatty at the same table looked at this and that, his desire to eat melon overwhelmed his fear, and asked cautiously, "Brother Wen, were you really arrested by the police yesterday?"

Wen Xiaoyu turned his face sideways, and cast his cold eyes on Xiaopang from the narrow eye slits, which made him shiver in fright: "No, no, I said that, many people said that."

"Little Pang, eat your breakfast well." Wen Xiaoyu said, and glanced at Xiaopang's textbook. His name is Pang Yangyang, and Xiaopang is quite appropriate.

"Obey!" Xiaopang picked up the soy milk in his hand and took a big gulp.

"Everyone who eats breakfast, get out!" Mr. Zhao, facing the sparse Mediterranean Sea, came suddenly, roaring with a voice that shook the entire building.

"Pfft—" Little Fatty was frightened, and the soy milk in his mouth was sprayed on the back of the squad leader in the front seat.

"Fuck!" The squad leader, who had been listening to the gossip with his ears upright, seemed to be about to take off on the spot, and jumped up, yelling "Fuck, Fuck" in his mouth, and quickly took off his coat and shook off the soy milk.

"Gao Le! Do you still look like a class monitor!" Teacher Zhao continued to yell, and was even about to come over to yell at someone, "You try to say 'what the hell'?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Lao Zhao, don't be angry." Gao Le sat down with a smile, and added in a low voice, "If you get angry, you will be really bald."

"I don't think you look like students at all!" Old Zhao slapped the desk and yelled angrily, "You swear! You eat in the classroom! You skip class! You fight!"

Every time Lao Zhao read a crime, he pointed towards Wen Xiaoyu and his corner, as if this was a crime den.

"All of you should be taken to the police station!" He yelled and then stroked his bald head. He didn't know if it was a subconscious action when he was angry or he was worried about his precarious hair volume, "Wen Xiaoyu, He Xiran, come out with me !"

Yesterday's incident was not a small one, Lao Zhao reported the police on behalf of the school, the matter at the police station was resolved, and the school's education work could not be left behind, that's why Lao Zhao said to Wen Xiaoyu yesterday, "This matter is not over."

On the way to the Moral Education Office, Wen Xiaoyu stared at He Xiran who was walking ahead, and once again sighed that this troublemaker is really a big trouble.

The walls of the corridors of the office building are covered with exhibition boards. Walking along the way, you can see the general situation of the school.

The predecessor of No. [-] Middle School was an art school. Since the establishment of the school, the achievements in art have been outstanding, but the cultural courses are very mediocre, and there are no outstanding achievements.The current principal also serves as the vice president of Xuancheng Art Association, and attaches great importance to the development of school art and culture.

No wonder Wen Xiaoyu felt that the whole school had a strong artistic atmosphere. Taking their seventh class as an example, the whole classroom was decorated quite artistically.

On the walls are the decorative paintings created by the students themselves, blackboard newspapers and even a whole picture of Nvwa mending the sky, and a pot of green plants is placed in the corner against the wall, which is more beautifully decorated than a Christmas tree.

When I came to the moral education department, the director of moral education closed the door with a bang.He wore a pair of presbyopic glasses, and when admonishing people, he would push the frame to the tip of his nose, and stare at people from above the frame.

"...You guys are fine! One skipped class and jumped over the wall to get involved in a fight, and the other bravely went to save people..."

"Boss He or any director, they were forced to get involved." Lao Zhao rubbed his hands and reminded with a smile.

"Old Zhao! How can I educate the students when you are like this, please go out first!" Director He was so angry that he spit.

Lao Zhao immediately retorted righteously: "No, Director He, education belongs to education, and we have to educate children based on facts, right?"

Director He choked and took a sip of tea, pointed at them for a long time with shaking hands, and finally said: "So! After discussion with the leadership team, only two warnings were given..."

"Why do you still need to be punished?!" Lao Zhao interrupted Director He again, and said in shock, "Punishment must be recorded in the file, no, no, please think about it, the leaders, after all, these two children are considered Victim."

"Old Zhao! Are you dissatisfied with the decision of the school leader!" Director He took another sip of water, trying to suppress his anger but obviously failed.

"Look at these two precious 'children', which one is not taller than the two of us? They committed crimes knowingly! Especially this Wen Xiaoyu, you have already received a punishment of detention in school. If you continue like this, you will not be able to finish your second year of high school." You will be expelled!"

"That's why I have to ask the leaders to raise their hands high!" Old Zhao walked around the room anxiously, and after a few laps he waved to them, "Let's go, you two will go with me to ask the principal."

Wen Xiaoyu's ears were already ringing from their roars, she rubbed her ears and walked out behind Old Zhao, and heard Director He, who was about to die of anger, shout: "I knew you were going to find the principal again! The principal is busy with the art troupe today, so he doesn't have time to take care of him..."

Old Zhao turned a deaf ear and waved his hands, and was about to open the door, but the door was pushed open from the outside, making intimate contact with his nose.

"Damn it!" Old Zhao was startled, covered his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Who is this... Wang, Principal Wang?"

Principal Wang glared at him inexplicably, seeing that there were students here, it was not easy to get angry, so Quan pretended not to see him, and sat down on the sofa.

Old Zhao withdrew his steps and closed the door again.Principal Wang, who had his back to them, patted his thigh and began to complain: "Liu Mei! If the actor is not suitable for her, she can change it. She lost her temper with me at the art troupe early in the morning, and made me, a dignified principal, look bad. Where?!"

After he finished complaining, he felt that the atmosphere was unusual. He turned his head and found that Lao Zhao and the students hadn't gone out, and the door was closed from the inside.He suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "You old Zhao! Why don't you take your two precious students away?!"

"School Wang, do you think Mr. Liu's actors are not suitable?" Lao Zhao pushed the two students in front of him, "Look at my two babies...ah bah, how are these two bastards? Look at the height , this face, this image, it's hard to find a third one in the whole school!"

How strange this sounded, Wen Xiaoyu secretly wondered, Lao Zhao's wording was quite a posture of selling unscrupulous services.