Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The quiz is not as formal as the formal exam, and the number of questions is also small. The total score is only 100 points, and the test can be completed in one class.Wen Xiaoyu turned the pen, absent-mindedly doing the final check.

In the original world, his younger brother who was in elementary school died of illness when he was in the third year of junior high school, and his parents seemed to remember that they had an older son who was thrown away in the country.

They lost a spiritual sustenance, so they naturally wanted to find the next one.As a freshman in the third year of junior high school, he was forcibly taken back to the city by his parents to study, and even failed to see his grandma for the last time because of the final exam.

He didn't have a deep relationship with his parents, and this incident made him hate them.From then on, he started to cut classes and fight. The more his parents forbade him to do anything, the happier he did it.Later, his parents finally couldn't take it anymore. After graduating from junior high school, they packed him up and threw him to a boarding school in the UK overnight.

The curriculum abroad is very different from that in China. He can barely cope with the math paper in front of him, but the problem-solving process should be very different from what the teacher taught.Old Zhao walked back and forth by his side several times. If he wasn't taking the exam, he would probably pick up the paper and chat with him.

The fourth section is physics class. The physics teacher is Cheng. He is a young teacher whose enthusiasm for teaching has not yet faded.Wen Xiaoyu listened with relish, and the tablemate Xiaopang ate with relish.

"School will be over soon, can't you bear to go home for dinner later?" Looking at Pang Yangyang's face covered in crumbs, Wen Xiaoyu couldn't help asking.

Xiaopang said succinctly: "If I don't make a cushion first, I will faint from hunger on the way home."

Wen Xiaoyu held his forehead, but was speechless.At this time, Gao Le in front of him was chewing Shaqima and turned his head sneakily: "Hey, Wen Xiaoyu, is the performance team fun? Do you have any rivalry with Xiaohua?"

Wen Xiaoyu felt his stomach was about to growl, he rubbed his stomach and asked, "Who is the school belle?"

"Lin Ningxin from class one." Xiaopang answered, "I also wanted to join the performance team before, but Teacher Liu didn't want me."

"...Oh." Wen Xiaoyu said, "No."

Maybe it was because the original body was still in puberty, and because he had been busy for half the morning, Wen Xiaoyu really felt like he was going to faint from hunger when school was over at noon.

After packing his schoolbag and standing up, he caught a glimpse of He Xiran habitually turning around to say something to him, but when he saw him, he paused obviously and couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Habits are really hard to change, Wen Xiaoyu walked out of the classroom without stopping, turned around and bumped into Old Zhao who was oncoming.

"Come, come, come with me to the office, and tell me how your excellent brain solves problems." Old Zhao waved at him.

Wen Xiaoyu regretted it so much, not only regretted that he had pissed off the prescient chubby, but also regretted not asking him for a bread mat to cushion his stomach.

Fortunately, after making up his own problem-solving ideas in the office, Lao Zhao was moved by his dedication of so many brain cells, and generously rewarded him with two boxes of walnut milk, allowing him to supplement his problem-solving ideas Biased to foreign brains.

Wen Xiaoyu sucked walnut milk expressionlessly, and rode home with one hand on the bicycle.

Grandma Wen and Wen Muchen had already had dinner, and when he saw him come back, Wen Muchen immediately flashed back to his room and closed the door.Grandma Wen, who was clearing the dining table, was stunned for a moment when she saw his new hairstyle, but she soon calmed down and didn't show the devil's expression again.

Wen Xiaoyu was also a little embarrassed looking at the clean dining table: "I..."

"I left the rice in the kitchen for you. I don't know when you'll come back, so I'll put it there to warm it first." Grandma Wen said.

"Thank you grandma." Wen Xiaoyu smiled.

There are still two dishes and one soup for lunch. Although Grandma Wen goes to He's house to cook every day, she also carefully feeds her children.Before he finished his meal, Grandma Wen went to work at the He family again.

Wen Muchen's physical condition has stabilized a lot recently, and he has started to go back to Qizhi Special School.After eating, Wen Xiaoyu sneaked to his window and saw him lying on the desk drawing, with a few short crayons scattered in his hand.

Concerned that he would be afraid of being alone in the room with himself, Wen Xiaoyu didn't knock on the door to enter the room, but went to the window and hid behind the wall and knocked on his window lightly.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Wen Muchen in the room raised a question, his enunciation was not very clear, it sounded abnormal but cute, not like the voice of a 19-year-old youth.

Wen Xiaoyu cleared his throat, put a box of walnut milk in his hand on his window sill, and said in a slow voice, "Brother, I'll drink it for you."

The room was silent for a while, Wen Xiaoyu leaned against the wall and waited.He thought he was not a very patient person, and after waiting for less than a minute, he became irritable, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.This cigarette was found in the original owner's schoolbag. The quality is not very good, and it is a bit choking.

When the cigarette was halfway through, he saw a thin white hand stretched out from the window, quickly took the box of milk in, and then there was the movement of tying the straw.

"Is it good?" Wen Xiaoyu flicked the cigarette ash and asked.

"It's delicious." Wen Muchen said timidly, "Thank you."

After flicking the cigarette ash, Wen Xiaoyu just wanted to say you're welcome, when she saw a painting slowly handed out from the window and put it on the windowsill.He took it over and saw that it was the picture of the sun, big tree and villain that Wen Muchen had just painted.

He stared blankly at the painting, and suddenly thought of his real brother in the original world.That was also a pale and weak child, because he needed to be treated in a big hospital, so he stayed with his parents all year round, and rarely saw Wen Xiaoyu who lived at his grandma's house in the country.

Occasionally, during winter and summer vacations and when he is in stable health, his parents will send him to his grandma's house. At that time, he will always follow behind his own buttocks, wanting to get close but not knowing how to do it, and will only bark in a low voice. own brother.

But he is too delicate to be touched, and if he gets hurt a little, his parents will have to test Wen Xiaoyu.Wen Xiaoyu didn't have the patience to play with him, and his parents' attitude really upset him, so he never got close to this younger brother.

The last summer vacation before his younger brother's death was spent at his grandma's house. Wen Xiaoyu remembered that it was a summer when a typhoon landed. He couldn't go out to play, so he had to stay at home and play games every day.

During that time, his mood was as bad as the weather outside, but his younger brother was so happy that he obediently lay beside him and drew crayon drawings one after another.

Finally one day, after clearing the game for the umpteenth time, Wen Xiaoyu put down the game console to look at his younger brother.The room was very dark, he had already fallen asleep while painting, his sleeping face was very obedient but his sleep was very light, he woke up just as Wen Xiaoyu picked up a painting in his hand.

"Does it look good? Brother." The younger brother just looked at him with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

Those paintings are all scenes of two villains living and playing together, very childish.Wen Xiaoyu glanced at it casually at that time, felt bored, and restarted the game again, just like countless times before, without saying a word.

"Does it look good?" Wen Muchen asked.

The sound and picture at this moment coincided with that at that time, Wen Xiaoyu extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, looked up at the sky, the wind was sunny, and he finally missed those cloudy and rainy days like a dream.

"It looks good." Wen Xiaoyu said.

He walked from behind the wall to the window, looked at Wen Muchen and said, "Can you give it to me?"

"No, this is today's homework." Wen Muchen didn't dare to look at him, murmured with his head down, and suddenly pulled the painting away from his hand, then closed the window and inserted the latch from the inside.

"..." Wen Xiaoyu touched the tip of his nose, oh, this nose is gray.

Wen Muchen went to school at about the same time as him in the afternoon, and when he left the alley, he followed Wen Muchen far behind.It wasn't until seeing Wen Muchen got on the school bus skillfully that he rode his bicycle to the school in the opposite direction.

No. [-] Middle School has three club classes a week, all set in the fourth quarter in the afternoon, focusing on art classes. For example, Xiaopang joined the hip-hop club.There are also a small number of clubs of other nature, for example, Gaole belongs to the basketball club.

Wen Xiaoyu felt very complicated when he learned that the original body joined the piano club, but he was relieved when he thought that He Xiran also belonged to the piano club.

Teacher Liu had asked for leave for the community teachers on their behalf, but she hadn't finished her work in the Art Association, so she told Lin Ningxin to lead the performance team to rehearse first.

He Xiran may have been angered by him in the morning, and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even read his lines well, but his attitude was very serious, and there was even a faint devotion to acting.

But Jiang You, who was playing with him, said in a jerky way: "What are you talking about? He is not as good as the original one. How can he act with such a broken throat?"

Wen Xiaoyu, who was out of action for the time being, stood under the stage and looked at Jiang You with folded arms.Being able to play Romeo shows that this person is not bad looking, even if he is not as good as He Xiran, but he is not bad among ordinary high school students, but his mouth is too wicked.

However, He Xiran is also a small-mouthed cannon that blows up at one point, this time he didn't throw the script and leave, and just went to Jiangyou when he opened his mouth.But he forgot that he was a squib right now, so he said a lot, but Wen Xiaoyu didn't catch a word anyway.

Some of the other players didn't hold back, and laughed at that time.Lin Ningxin, who was going to persuade the fight, also suppressed a smile, stepped off the stage and came to Wen Xiaoyu's side and said, "Why don't you play the scene with Romeo first, and let He Xiran take a rest."

"En." Wen Xiaoyu put down his hands and moved around his side.

This is the fight scene between Juliet's cousin and Romeo, which is also the scene where her cousin is killed by Romeo.The props they used were wooden swords. Jiang You first told him about the movements and positions before they officially started the duel.

Wen Xiaoyu entered the scene very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a cold and sharp look appeared in his long, narrow and indifferent eyes.He was dressed in black, and his whole body was as sharp as a cold sword, exuding a proud aura.

Everyone present couldn't help but get serious, sinking into the tense atmosphere.He Xiran, who was drinking hot water, put down his cup and stared at Wen Xiaoyu like a stranger.

"He's so handsome." Lin Ningxin whispered.

"Handsome shit." He Xiran said hoarsely.