Villain’s Strategy

Wen Zhichu:!

He didn't expect that the whistling of the whistle would directly hit the other party's face, and he opened his frightened eyes suddenly. The translucent eyes that were originally looking at the other party were filled with panic.

He hurriedly raised his hand to take down the whistle from his mouth, looked at Qin Jiashu and asked cautiously: "Are... are you okay, I didn't mean to."

Qin Jiashu's face was dark, the pain on his face was fleeting, today was a mess, he didn't want to have too many arguments with Wen Zhichu, he just wanted to be clean.

I saw him take a deep breath, as if he was enduring, and gritted his teeth, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Zhichu lowered her head, "I'll give you a surprise."

Qin Jiashu who was beaten all over the place: ...

No surprises, more or less a shock.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually became awkward, Qin Jiashu looked at the ribbons falling all over the ground, it was Wen Zhichu's carnival just now.

The young man was still holding the emptied salute in his hand, with his head lowered and his shoulders slightly arched. He hadn't noticed how the other party walked before, but Wen Zhichu had always been like this during this time.

Realizing the thoughts in his mind, Qin Jiashu frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied that he had paid attention to this wretched and withdrawn person.

In other words, they have seen too many times during this period, obviously the other party did it deliberately.

But now that he was in front of the other party, the other party kept his head down and didn't dare to look at him. He couldn't understand Wen Zhichu for a moment, but no matter what, he didn't want to withdraw from Wen Zhichu.

Just like in the eyes of other students, Wen Zhichu is a trouble.

After all, there are not many people in school who know his true face, and Wen Zhichu is one of them.

He didn't know if the other party would spread the word, but he was not afraid, after all, no one would believe what he said.

Just when Qin Jiashu was secretly suspicious of the other party, Wen Zhichu hooked his fingers together and opened his mouth. His voice was extremely soft, as soft as a feather falling on a person's shoulder, which was not important, "That... wish... congratulations to you English article , won the second prize."

Qin Jiashu's originally dark pupils constricted suddenly, and his limbs stiffened for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

"Are you here to make fun of me?"

Wen Zhichu hurriedly said at first hearing: "No...no..."

For a while, her fair face flushed red, "No."

He was desperate to make fun of the protagonist so much.

Fearing that people would not believe it, he continued to explain: "I... If I laughed at you, it wouldn't be like this."

"What's that like?"

"No...will not let you know."

"..."

Great, the secrecy is very strict.

Wen Zhichu was afraid that the other party would make a move at any time, so she took a half step back, "Really...I'm here to congratulate you, you...you are excellent."

Qin Jiashu glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. The English article of that chapter is still in his pocket. For him, the second place is a failure, an insult, and there is nothing to celebrate.

He wanted to leave as soon as he stepped up, but during the movement, the article in the pocket was dropped into a ball of paper.

Wen Zhichu looked at it, bent down to pick it up, "You...you dropped something."

Open is the English article of the other party.

Qin Jiashu glanced back, obviously not intending to take it back.

Seeing that someone wanted to return it to him, he said, "No need."

Wen Zhichu blinked after hearing this, looked down at the paper, and asked cautiously, "Then... can you give it to me?"

Qin Jiashu paused, and his voice was rarely stiff and uncomfortable, "It's up to you."

The next moment, I saw the other party put the wad of paper into the schoolbag very preciously, and obediently put the schoolbag behind his back after putting it away.

Wen Zhichu put away the ball of paper happily, and kept it to sell scraps when she went back.

The smile remained on his face, and when he looked up, he saw the people in front of him looking at him, Wen Zhichu swallowed, feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at for a while.

Then he said, "You...you will always be number one in my heart."

After all, the title of "My District Chief's Father" was written wrong, which gave him a wishful thinking that he could do it himself.

However, as soon as these words came out, the person who was about to leave stopped.

Wen Zhichu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the other party had misunderstood again, he went up to him in a panic and explained: "Really...Really, it's not because I laughed at you, although you got...Second class, but you will always be number one in my heart .”

The young man's cheeks were slightly flushed because of his panic and nervousness, and his eyes looked at him sincerely and without any impurities, Chicheng was hot, as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, looking at him nervously like a restless little animal.

There was a moment of disbelief in Qin Jiashu's eyes. This kind of firm affirmation, in a sense, swept away the haze in his heart.

He likes to hear it.

From childhood to adulthood, what he needs and likes to hear most is affirmation, which is very urgent, just like the wings of an eagle bird, only with these can he satisfy his desire and vanity, and fill the huge hole in his heart.

He tried his best to get what he wanted, so he has never been short of admiration and praise since he was a child, but looking at the people in front of him, this is the first time that he has not won the first place and has been affirmed.

The words that the teacher never comforted him were spoken from the mouth of a bored person, which made him feel hard to find for a while.

After that, without looking at each other again, he left in a hurry.

He was ridiculous.

After seeing the figure of the other party leaving, Wen Zhichu also heaved a sigh of relief.

[System: Don't relax. 】

Wen Zhichu:?

[System: The bus will leave in five minutes. 】

Wen Zhichu:!

It was ten o'clock in the evening when Qin Jiashu returned home. After changing his shoes at the entrance, he saw Qin's mother coming from the living room.

"Jia Shu is back, how are you doing today?"

"Well enough."

"yes."

The conversation between the two was a bit awkward, Qin Jiashu looked silent for a while, and said: "The selection of provincial articles has come down today."

"Really, how many places did you get?"

"Second." The sound was muffled and deep.

Qin's mother frowned slightly after hearing this, Qin Jiashu's eyes caught it, and she clenched her hands unconsciously.

"Is it negligent this time?"

Qin Jiashu: "No."

Qin Jiashu's grades have always been outstanding. When he was a child, what she and her husband heard from the tutor the most was which competition Qin Jiashu won and what kind of outstanding results he had achieved. After hearing these words too much, they gradually stopped talking. Listen carefully, after all, Qin Jiashu's first place has already imprinted in their hearts, so every time after that, they think he is the first place.

Qin's mother looked at her son and didn't know how to speak for a moment. He didn't get along with the eldest son much, and she didn't know how to treat children of this age.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Our skills are not as good as others. If we work harder next time, we may be number one."

Qin Jiashu greeted him and went upstairs on the grounds that he wanted to rest. When he passed by the corner of the stairs on the second floor, he heard a rattling sound.

He turned his head and saw a fleshy dumpling was clawing at the door frame of the room, staring at himself.

Qin Jiahe looked at his brother with wide eyes, "Brother Ni is back."

After a few seconds, Qin's father also appeared from behind that door, "Why did Xiaohe run out?"

Qin Jiahe pointed at his brother, "Brother is back."

Father Qin looked over, "Ah, Jiashu is back, go up and rest."

Qin Jiashu looked at the storybook in his father's hand and said nothing, turned around and went upstairs.

After running 600 meters, Wen Zhichu managed to catch the bus.

The driver could not help but say, "Young man, you are so energetic."

Wen Zhichu: ...

It's just that this vitality is forced.

After returning home, Wen Zhichu went to take a shower, then sat at the table and planned to learn English.

But it didn't take long for the phone to ding-dong a message.

It was a friend application from the representative of the English class, and Wen Zhichu saw it with doubts and passed it.

Soon the other party sent a folder.

[Narcissus: The English teacher told you to read more about the composition. 】

After that, there was no text.

He knew that folder. It was an English article selected by the provincial level that was sent by a group of English teachers in the English group.

Wen Zhichu was a little puzzled, and said to himself, "Why did you let me see it?"

[System: Shouldn't you be asking yourself? 】

Wen Zhichu:?

[System: The full score for the English composition is twenty-five points, and you get five points. 】

"..."

Wen Zhichu silently saved the file, the ball of paper brought back today flashed in his mind, he opened the schoolbag and took it out.

Unfold it, and the thin and beautiful English fonts come into view.

Wen Zhichu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Qin Jiashu to write so beautifully.

[System: Can you understand it? 】

Wen Zhichu heard the meaning in the words, "Are you looking down on me?"

[System: Forget it. 】

Wen Zhichu was a little unconvinced, and said in a muffled voice, "I can understand."

[System: Very good boy, I admire you. 】

As he said that, Wen Zhichu looked at it intently.

After five minutes, spread the paper out.

[System: What's wrong? 】

"It's better to sell the scrap."

【system:…】

Although he talked about selling scraps, Wen Zhichu smoothed out the crumpled paper and put it away, and the pen name in the lower right corner was also very beautiful.

In his memory, Qin Jiashu didn't seem to have anything bad or imperfect except for his bad temper.

Keeping this article is a small goal, and he will be able to understand it one day.

After putting it away, he began to look through the folder that the English teacher had sent him.

[System: Young man, why do you still want to read if you don’t understand? 】

Wen Zhichu: "What if I understand it?"

[System: That's a provincial English article. 】

"I know."

[System: As long as you forcefully squeeze in, you are also an outsider. 】

"..."

Wen Zhichu stubbornly ignored the epileptic cat, Dragonfly, and began to read it. After reading countless articles, he finally found one that he could understand.

Provincial First Prize, "My District Mayor's Father".

Wen Zhichu was surprisingly able to understand every word in this article, and he didn't expect that the first place would be so low.

[System: In fact, you are just a father away from the provincial number one. 】

Wen Zhichu: "So?"

He was a little shy just listening to the mechanical voice, "I am willing."

Wen Zhichu: ...

You don't have to.