Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

818 rubbed his eyes and looked up at the person next to him: [Boss, Zhang Jiawei said he will wait for you in the grove after school, will you go? ]

Ji Bai: [No.]

818 looked at the boss who was as indifferent as ever, and then the whole little ball lay on the desk, not moving at all.

Ji Bai thought it was dead, so he reached out and touched it gently. He withdrew his hand after feeling that its body was still warm.

He looked up at the teacher who was still lecturing at the podium. Outside the window, the branches were already full of tender green buds in the early spring, and there was a faint scent of grass in the air.

Song Bojian, who was standing by, touched his hand and then wrapped his hand in his palm. After a moment, his hand became warm.

Ji Bai tilted his head to look at him, and paused slightly at his serious and focused expression.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hand, his eyes hidden under his curled eyelashes seemed a little dazed.

After a long while, he retracted his gaze, looked back at the podium, and said calmly: [Exact location.]

[Ah?] 818 didn't react, and looked back at Ji Bai in confusion. The next second, he came to his senses again, sat up immediately, and quickly scratched the screen with his two paws: [Near Yangming Lake, meters away, very close!]

Ji Bai responded lightly.

After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, there was a sudden noise outside.

"Don't think you can get away just by going to other classes!" A rough voice spoke louder amid the noise.

Ji Bai tilted his head to look out the window and saw Zhang Jiawei, who was holding his schoolbag timidly and walking in front with his head down. Behind him were a few rich kids wearing branded clothes and with contempt on their faces.

Facing the insults, Zhang Jiawei said nothing. He just lowered his head and walked forward silently while holding his schoolbag.

He seemed to have noticed something, raised his head and looked towards the window, staring straight into his eyes.

"Baby."

Ji Bai withdrew his gaze and tilted his head to look at Song Bojian who was resting his chin lightly on his shoulder from behind.

Song Bojian lowered his voice and said, "Tomorrow is the weekend, do you want to go to the amusement park?"

Ji Bai: "No."

Song Bojian: "My mother raised a white tiger abroad. Shall we go see it tomorrow?"

Ji Bai paused, then nodded slightly.

Song Bojian curved his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

After the last racing incident, he slowly discovered that the baby liked some stimulating things, but had no interest in those childish and boring things.

Just like when he was a child, other people liked Ultraman, but he liked monsters and dinosaurs, which were so well-behaved and cute.

After Yu Guang was sure that the person outside the window had left, he reluctantly raised his head. When no one around him was paying attention, he went outside and called his mother, asking her to buy a white tiger from abroad.

Lin Ting, who was shopping with Jiang Ruan:?

She didn't understand why, but she vaguely knew that Song Bojian bought it for Li An, so she immediately contacted someone to buy a white tiger and placed it in the villa where she was vacationing abroad.

......

After school, 818, who was scrolling through the screen, suddenly paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ji Bai:

[Boss, it seems that Song Bojian has already helped Zhang Jiawei. ]

Ji Bai waited for Song Bojian to pack his schoolbag, [Yes.]

818 opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking, but after hearing what the boss said, he looked at him in shock: [Boss, you already knew this? ]

Ji Bai: [He is unable to transfer classes in this school. ]

818 recalled for a moment and then noticed what the people behind Zhang Jiawei said.

It tilted its head to look at Song Bojian who was packing his schoolbag, a little puzzled, and then quickly glanced at his darkening value: 72

Relatively speaking, it is still a very high number.

[Why would Song Bojian help someone? He is a fragment of the soul of a great evil. According to the data provided by the system, he would not do such a thing.]

Ji Bai lowered his eyes and said nothing.

818 scratched his head and finally recalled what happened in the toilet in the morning. The scene also appeared in Ji Bai's mind.

In the picture, Song Bojian grabbed Zhang Jiawei by the back of his collar, dragged him into the toilet with a stern face, then threw him aside and looked at him with indifference.

Zhang Jiawei was shaking with fear and apologized over and over again: "I'm sorry, I... I'm going to drop out of school. Today is my last day at school. I... I'm very grateful to him, so I wrote that letter in a fit of anger. I..."

Song Bojian didn't make any move, but just looked at him fiercely.

Zhang Jiawei trembled and shed tears of fear, stuttering and explaining: "I...for so many years, he has been the only ray of light in my life, I don't want to leave a legacy..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Bojian reached out and grabbed his collar again, looking at him coldly: "What is it?"

Zhang Jiawei immediately changed his words: "He is yours."

The cold light in Song Bojian's eyes dissipated a little, and he loosened his collar.

Zhang Jiawei continued to stammer, "I know I'm not worthy of him, but... in the last little time of school, I want to be brave. I don't pray that he can be with me..."

The veins on Song Bojian's forehead twitched for a moment, and Zhang Jiawei said quickly: "I just want to express my feelings, and I don't want to burden him..."

Song Bojian's face was full of dark clouds: "Who do you think you are? How can you add burden to him?"

Zhang Jiawei was timid. He shrank his neck and lowered his head, not daring to look at the person in front of him. He kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm leaving today and I promise not to appear in front of Li An again."

Having said that, he was about to turn and leave.

"Did I allow you to go?" Song Bojian's gloomy voice sounded again.

Zhang Jiawei closed his eyes and suddenly turned around to look at the person opposite him. After looking into his eyes, his courage collapsed instantly and he said in a humble tone: "You...don't hit me in the face. I'm afraid my grandparents will see it and worry."

"Who said I wanted to hit you?" Song Bojian frowned, the gloom on his face still did not dissipate.

Zhang Jiawei was slightly stunned and looked at the person in front of him with some confusion.

Song Bojian: "Li An is a very good person. It is very normal for people to like him. But if you dare to hit on him..."

Zhang Jiawei waved his hands and shook his head: "I haven't thought of attacking him."

Song Bojian retracted his gaze, tilted his head and looked at the mirror for a while, then slowly said: "I'll change your shift."

Zhang Jiawei was completely stunned.

Song Bojian suddenly became fierce again: "If you dare to write him a love letter again and corrupt him, I will never let you go!"

After saying that, he left the spot without looking back, leaving Zhang Jiawei in a daze with red eyes.