Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

Just when Wen Xiaoyu was hesitating whether to fight in the street at the school gate, a group of bald men poured out from a barber shop not far away from the corner of his vision.When they saw Wen Xiaoyu, they stopped neatly and looked at him hesitantly.

Wen Xiaoyu took a closer look, only to recognize those who were in the same examination room as him.

The height of these people is not too low, except for the thin monkey wearing a peaked cap, the others are above the standard line.He just came out with his head shaved, and when he stood there, his blue scalp was exposed in the air, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance.

The thin monkey took off his hat and signaled Wen Xiaoyu to check the results: "Brother Wen, is it okay?"

The bald heads looked at Wen Xiaoyu across the few students from other schools. At first glance, the scene was quite bluffing, and Xuancheng No. [-] Middle School suddenly felt like the No. [-] Prison.

The students from other schools couldn't understand what they meant, and the thin monkey's words seemed to have some deep meaning, and the tall man's expression immediately became even more hesitant.

"Not too good." Looking at the bald heads, Wen Xiaoyu felt that his eyes were going to be blind, and immediately turned his eyes to wash his eyes with He Xiran's handsome face.

Hearing his denial, the bald men touched their heads and howled, and the thin monkey came over to plead for mercy.This group of people cheered, and the tall man thought that they had reached a consensus with Wen Xiaoyu, and was taken aback.

His eyes swept across Wen Xiaoyu viciously, stared at He Xiran unwillingly for a few seconds, and finally bluffed, "I won't let it go", and waved the rest of the people away up.

Looking at their flustered figures, the thin monkey felt baffled, and asked Wen Xiaoyu: "Brother Wen, those people are from vocational high schools, right? Did you have a problem with them?"

"It's nothing." Wen Xiaoyu said.

Although he wasn't afraid of tall and tall vocational high school students, he didn't want to do such things as fighting at the school gate.He hasn't found a chance to revoke the probation left by the original body, and if he is caught this time, another punishment will be added.

So this group of bald men came just in time, Wen Xiaoyu patted the thin monkey on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Goosebumps appeared on the right side of the thin monkey's neck and right cheek, and he said with a sad face, "Brother Wen, please don't do this. We really have no other choice. Just now I asked the barber if he could pick it up." People said our hair was too short to be connected, so we shaved it off."

"..." Wen Xiaoyu didn't know what kind of violent impression the original body left on these students, even a thank you would be misunderstood.

"Okay, let's not talk about the hairstyle anymore."

Wen Xiaoyu looked over one by one, and found that there was a familiar face missing from the bald head. He asked, "Where's the scum?"

"Scum?" The thin monkey rolled his eyes suspiciously, and suddenly realized, "You're asking about Zhazi, right?"

"Li Cha, he has to wait a little longer before he can shave." The thin monkey continued, "He was dragged by your old Zhao to apologize to that female teacher. I eavesdropped at the door of the office, as if to punish him for cleaning Toilet for a week."

Wen Xiaoyu nodded again, expressing his agreement with Lao Zhao's approach.

After saying goodbye to the bald guys friendly, Wen Xiaoyu took He Xiran to the carport to pick up the electric car.He stepped into the car and glanced at the rearview mirror. Behind him, He Xiran's face was full of displeasure. He didn't know whether he had lost his mind after being harassed or was simply frozen, his complexion was truly pale.

Wen Xiaoyu was silent for two seconds, then took off her coat and threw it on him, saying, "Put it on."

He Xiran also looked at the rearview mirror, and asked sullenly, "Wen Xiaoyu, are you thinking I'm troublesome again?"

He himself didn't use interrogative sentences, and there was a kind of well-known affirmation in his tone.

"Did I say it?" Wen Xiaoyu raised the corner of his mouth, "Big trouble."

"You're so annoying!" He Xiran patted him on the back angrily.

Seeing his demeanor come alive again, Wen Xiaoyu turned the handlebar and moved forward slowly, and said: "Put on your clothes."

The cold wind blew past, messing up He Xiran's forehead hair.The coolness penetrated his thin coat and seeped into his skin.

He slowly put on Wen Xiaoyu's large coat, and huddled inside, surrounded by warm breath.He secretly took a breath, and the light and clean scent of soap lingered on the tip of his nose, making his face a little flushed.

He Xiran himself didn't know why he was blushing. In order to hide his embarrassment, he covered most of his face with his collar, and said in a muffled voice, "Can you buy a better dress, this material is easy to pierce your skin."

Wen Xiaoyu glanced at the rearview mirror, only seeing He Xiran's half pink face in his whitewashed black coat.

"Are you Princess and the Pea?" Wen Xiaoyu complained lightly, "Your clothes are expensive, are they warm?"

Seeing Wen Xiaoyu looking at herself in the rearview mirror, He Xiran buried her face on his back in embarrassment.The rich aura belonging to Wen Xiaoyu was like an impenetrable net, wrapping him warmly in it.He Xiran felt his face burn even more.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you! Ride well!" He Xiran said sternly.

Returning home in the cold wind, Wen Xiaoyu's body was covered with a layer of chill. He was about to find a coat to put on when he returned to the house, when he saw He Xiran follow him into the bedroom.

"What kind of monster do you want to be again?" Wen Xiaoyu turned around and asked, taking out a sweater jacket that was a bit off thread from the closet.

"Don't wear it yet." He Xiran put down his schoolbag, took out the ointment from it and said, "I haven't applied the ointment today."

"It's all ready, no need to paint it on." Wen Xiaoyu said.

"No." He Xiran frowned and pushed Wen Xiaoyu to the bedside, "It's not completely healed yet, if you keep applying it, you won't leave scars."

Wen Xiaoyu clicked his tongue softly: "Why are you so troublesome, it's okay to leave some scars, I'm not Princess and the Pea."

He Xiran glared at him angrily, pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.Wen Xiaoyu sighed deeply helplessly. Not only was the coat unfinished, but also the top had to be taken off.

Most of the bruises on his body had disappeared, leaving only some faint yellow marks.The knife wound was almost covered with scabs, and occasionally a little blood would ooze from the deepest part, which could be ignored in his eyes.

Compared to these, He Xiran, who had to apply medicine to him every day, troubled him even more.Perhaps because of guilt, He Xiran was extremely serious when applying the medicine, which made his whole body itch uncomfortably.

The pain in the first two days was relatively strong, and Wen Xiaoyu didn't find it too difficult to contend with.Later, the injury got better, and the itchiness outweighed the pain. Every time he applied the medicine, it became a torment for him.

Now that he can finally get rid of this discomfort, He Xiran still refuses to let him go.

"Hurry up and apply it." When the cool fingers touched the skin, Wen Xiaoyu unconsciously moved forward to hide.

"Don't move!" He Xiran scolded him from behind.

"Oh... stop blowing, it doesn't hurt." Wen Xiaoyu grasped the edge of the bed with one hand, and sighed while resting his forehead with the other.

He Xiran said dissatisfiedly: "I'll blow it off, can you feel better?"

It really didn't feel any better, on the contrary it got worse.Wen Xiaoyu was muttering in his heart, when he suddenly felt that warm breath brushing along the path of the knife wound from top to bottom, and finally fell back on his shoulder.

He closed his eyes and took a slight breath of cool air, and after exhaling, he said in a slightly tight voice: "If you blow it again, I will freeze to death."

"It's not that exaggerated." Xiran felt that the skin under his finger was very hot, so he couldn't help but look at it from behind again.

Wen Xiaoyu's figure is really good, with a straight back, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and smooth muscles that are neither thin nor exaggerated.In short, just right, no matter how you look at it, it is pleasing to the eye.

"Let's look at collecting money again." Wen Xiaoyu handed over the bandage and breathed a sigh of relief. Today's suffering is over.

"There is no one I hate more than you." He Xiran pouted.

After tidying up the bandages, Wen Xiaoyu put on her clothes, leaned on the table and asked He Xiran: "Do you know those people who blocked you at the school gate today?"

"I don't know." He Xiran's face suddenly pulled down, "It's so disgusting."

"From what Shouhou said, they are from vocational high schools." Wen Xiaoyu's face was not good-looking, "Students should not do anything too extreme, but you should also pay attention to it, don't flirt with what you shouldn't. "

"Why did I just flirt?" He Xiran asked at a loss.

Wen Xiaoyu paused for a moment, the most frightening thing is to be seductive without knowing it.He didn't continue this topic, just said: "Don't run around these days, call me if you need something."

"Yeah." He Xiran obediently agreed, bit her lip and said, "Then don't make me troublesome."

Wen Xiaoyu sneered slightly: "If you dislike it, you must dislike it, but I didn't say I don't care."

"Hmph!" He Xiran wrinkled his nose at him.

Tomorrow's three exams are not too much of a headache, especially in the afternoon English is Wen Xiaoyu's best subject.After dinner, he accompanied Wen Muchen to draw in the living room, while Grandma Wen sat on the sofa next to them knitting a sweater.

"Come here and let me compare." Grandma Wen said to Wen Xiaoyu, putting up sweater needles with both hands.

Wen Xiaoyu thought she was weaving it for Wen Muchen, so she took the crayon in his hand and said, "Go, I will draw this villain for you."

Grandma Wen smiled and said, "It's for you. He hasn't grown up this year, so we won't weave new ones for him."

Wen Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and teased Wen Muchen: "Eating so much meat doesn't make you grow taller, and you don't have new clothes to wear."

He sat next to Grandma Wen and asked her to gesture for the size of the sweater, while accepting the small eyes from his brother.

"Hmph! The orangutan said you, you stupid man!" Wen Muchen pouted.

"Don't follow him, he's looking for death." Wen Xiaoyu said.

Grandma Wen slapped him on the leg and criticized him: "You don't want to die, don't talk nonsense!"

"Hiss—hey, I got it." Wen Xiaoyu rubbed her legs, the place where she was slapped was burning hot.The old lady looked a little tired today, but her hands were strong.

"I've really grown a lot taller this year." Grandma Wen stroked his shoulder lightly, "The one on my body was knitted for you the year before last, and it's old."

Wen Xiaoyu smiled at Grandma Wen with slightly curved eyebrows. Hearing her voice a little nasal, she said, "You can wear it even if it's old, and you should wear more when the temperature cools down. It sounds like you're going to catch a cold."

"Hey, I'm fine." Grandma Wen just responded, then turned her head and sneezed the next second.

Wen Xiaoyu frowned: "Is there any cold medicine at home? If not, I'll go out and buy it now."

Grandma Wen tidied up her sweater and said, "Yes, I just drank some cold medicine and some hot water before going to bed. You two can play here by yourself."

Her footsteps were exhausted, and Wen Xiaoyu frowned even deeper as she watched her back in the house.

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