A villain in love dressed as school grass

The main player of No. [-] Middle School, of course, refers to Pu Ziwen.

Just when everyone thought Pu Ziwen left such an important game for no reason, Ding Weisong stepped forward.

Ding Weisong went to the referee and explained the reason in a low voice, saying that Pu Ziwen just went to the toilet and asked for an extension of the rest time.

Although the referee was not very willing, he still agreed to extend them for a while.

The boys in Fifth Middle School laughed at this ridiculous excuse.

"I think you three are cowardly! If you are afraid, surrender, don't delay here hahahahaha!"

Ding Weisong was annoyed when he heard that, but he ignored them.

Brother Wen said, there's no need to compare yourself to this kind of person and lower your own value.

In the future, it is impossible for them to fight against the fifth middle school.

Ding Weisong turned around and gathered the team members of No. [-] Middle School, and told them the real reason why Pu Ziwen left temporarily.

There's no need to hide this kind of thing.

Ding Weisong thought that everyone would be a little angry, but no, these tall boys were quite understanding.

Some even wanted to go over and help.

Probably because everyone in the team has been together for a long time, and they have developed friendship with each other.

Especially when everyone still admires Pu Ziwen's skills and character.

did not say.

"I thank everyone on behalf of Brother Wen."

"It's okay, it's just a small problem."

Puzi heard that his legs were long and his strides were long, walking very quickly.

He remembered Wutong Road, the first time he met Zhu Bo was on Wutong Road.

When Pu Ziwen first became this schoolmaster, he thought that Zhu Bo was definitely a sinister villain.

So he didn't intend to give in at first, but after seeing Zhu Bo's playful look, he changed his mind.

Zhu Bo was a little cute at the time.

Pu Ziwen thought, it's not impossible to be friends with his former enemy, he doesn't care about Bai Yueguang's transfer students.

While thinking this way, Pu Ziwen passed by that WZ internet cafe.

This should be what the passer-by said just now, Pu Ziwen walked around in a circle, and sure enough, he heard something in the alley next to the Internet cafe.

It was the sound of beating and being beaten.

Two very different voices.

Pu Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly his steps lightened, he casually turned into the alley, and then found a clean wall to lean against.

"No, big brother, listen to me! I was wrong, I, I was wrong, don't hit me!"

"Stop hitting, it's really wrong brother! Please!"

A younger brother who was being stepped on the ground by Zhu Bo moaned and begged for mercy.

Those who were lying down and sitting around were beaten and couldn't make a sound. Little Huangmao's eyes were almost astigmatized from the beating.

Zhu Bo turned his head when he heard the sound at the entrance of the alley, and saw Pu Ziwen who looked like he was watching a play.

Zhu Bo thought, his hair was slightly damp, as if he was sweating from walking quickly?

Zhu Bo didn't think about how Pu Ziwen knew he was picked on by Huang Mao again, but he had an intuition that this matter still had nothing to do with Pu Ziwen.

If he doesn't count, he can be blamed.

Who let these people talk about him.

Zhu Bo suddenly showed a smile that he had never shown before.

"Pu Ziwen, are you going to watch like this? Did you come here to see my excitement?"

"What if I say yes," Pu Ziwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing Zhu Bo's appearance.

He is really not the one who suffers.

"If you say it is, I will call the police and go to the bureau together."

Pu Ziwen was amused, "In fact, I think it's not bad to sit in a game. It just so happens that we can discuss math problems."

"Fuck," Zhu Bo swears, "I don't want to, get over here."

Zhu Bo wanted him to come over and tie up these people.

"Wait."

Pu Ziwen got a roll of scotch tape from the owner of the Internet cafe at the door, bound Huangmao and the others layer by layer, and then restrained them with rope.

Huang Mao has been beaten to the point where he doesn't want to talk, if he just looks at Zhu Bo more, he will feel inexplicable pain.

What was wrong with him, he insisted on seeking revenge on this pervert.

So good at playing.

"Two big brothers, what are you doing?" Huang Mao's younger brother trembled, his tongue trembling when he spoke.

What do you want to do.

Zhu Bo turned his head to look at Pu Ziwen, the two looked at each other for a while, and immediately reached a tacit understanding and nodded to each other.

"Go to the bureau." The two said in unison.

The younger brother was stunned, why did he squat?

Zhu Bo didn't give him too much time and opportunity to think about it until the group arrived at the police station by car.

It's hard for the younger brother to figure it out.

Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen are two people who seem to be possessed by Oscar's best actor. You talk to each other, and you just leave the matter of beating people clean.

The policemen at the police station were overjoyed, and threatened on the spot that they would publish the deeds of the two people in the report and praise them, so that Huaiyu citizens would know the excellent style of today's young people.

Huang Mao and the younger brother felt bitter: "This is all fake! Fake!"

The police didn't believe it at all, and directly took them away for ideological education.

They are so difficult.

Zhu Bo and Pu Ziwen were about to leave after taking notes, but when they reached the door, Pu Ziwen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Bo turned around and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Pu Ziwen nodded, indeed he forgot something.

"I came here halfway through the game, and I'm afraid it's already..."

I'm afraid it's already cold.

Pu Ziwen quickly took out his mobile phone to check the messages. Sure enough, Ding Weisong sent him no less than a dozen messages asking how he was doing.

After asking, Ding Weisong's tone became more and more urgent.

Pu Ziwen turned to the last item.

- Fuck, brother Wen!How are you!Are you still alive?No, I'm too worried!Let's go together!

The exclamation point represents Ding Weisong's anxiety.

Pu Zi Wen Xin said that it was all right and asked them not to come over, and suddenly heard the sound of running in a hurry not far from the police station.

"Is this the place? That's what the Internet cafe owner said just now! Let's go!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! If you dare to touch our brother Wen, they will be destroyed!"

A group of people mighty, rushing forward in a hurry.

Until Ding Weisong saw Brother Wen and his tablemate standing there intact at the door, Ding Weisong almost cried out of excitement, and was about to hug Puzi Wen when he came up.

"Don't, it's disgusting to go away, why do big men hug you!"

Pu Ziwen pushed away Ding Weisong, who was full of snot and tears, and although his tone seemed to be full of disgust, he was already smiling.

The brat is very loyal.

Pu Ziwen looked at all the team members who came together, and suddenly realized something.

"If you all come over, what about the ball game?"

"We lost!" Everyone said in unison, but their faces were full of smiles.

It doesn't look like losing frustration at all.

"If you lose, you lose. Those grandchildren, it's too dirty to play with them."

"Brother, it's okay to lose the game. We can't just watch Brother Wen get beaten, can't we!"

"Yes, yes, he is right, whoever dares to hit Brother Wen, we will fight back for Brother Wen!"

Pu Ziwen heard everyone talking, his eyes suddenly became sore, Zhu Bo glanced at him, and quickly poked his arm with his hand.

Don't cry, cry ugly.

"In a society ruled by law, you will be beaten and killed if you teach how to teach in nine years of compulsory education," Pu Ziwen changed into that foolish look.

"Go, I'll take you to play games."

The team members cheered, and each of them immediately jumped up and down like another tube of chicken blood.

Under the setting sun, the night is gradually being pulled out, and the street lights just turn on at this time, adding a bit of excitement to the coming night.

Laughing all the way, the street lights stretched everyone's figures very long, among which the figures of boys walking shoulder to shoulder overlapped, which was especially harmonious.

Zhu Bo looked at Xiu's upper arm hooked on his shoulder, and smiled slightly.

Ding Weisong, who followed behind, was silently unbalanced.

Big boys, what are you hugging!

The first official monthly exam for the second grade of Huaiyu No. [-] Middle School is coming.

I don't know if this year's second year of high school is destined to be restless. Originally, there was only one dean of high school, Cao Si, but one day, I suddenly learned that two more dean's were added.

They are Miao Liping, a middle-aged male chemistry teacher who teaches chemistry, and Qi Wanwei, a physics teacher who stands there with an 800-meter-high aura.

Three pillars stand together to promote education.

The second year of high school students are under a lot of pressure, and this pressure has even spread to Class [-], the bottom class.

Liu Pingju typed an encouraging banner reading "Learn, learn, learn! We must win and succeed!" and hung it on the back wall of class [-].

Pu Ziwen gets a headache every day looking at the banners.

"I can't learn, I can't rush, I can't do it."

Pu Ziwen can't take it anymore, what are the messy symbols on these papers?

Is this for people to see? What kind of deformation formula can change all the numbers?

really.

Bao Shunsheng looked at Brother Wen, this school bully who was regarded by Sister Ju as a treasure, gave up on himself and quickly persuaded him.

"Brother Wen, boys can't say they can't do it, you can, you can do it."

Pu Ziwen rolled the straw paper into a ball again, and he agreed with what Bao Shunsheng said.

"Yes, I can." Then he opened another question.

……

can not understand!

No matter what, I can't understand it!

Pu Ziwen stuck his hands into his hair and scratched, and was about to be driven crazy by himself, at the same time he saw Zhu Bo walking past lightly.

He and Zhu Bo have successfully terminated the make-up relationship.

The reason is that Lin Nianping is back, and the more important reason is that Zhu Bo really doesn't want to see him after school.

Pu Ziwen has been puzzled by this for a long time, even if he had a grudge before, it's not that he doesn't like the handsome guy.

Pu Ziwen turned his head to look in Zhu Bo's direction, and he sat still with his earphones on.

Turning his eyes, Pu Ziwen took the exercise book and went to the back row to push Ding Weisong away.

"Zhu Bo, can you tell me two questions?"

Pu Ziwen pushed the exercise book over, placed the pen neatly on it, and then looked at him devoutly.

Zhu Bo glanced at him, then at Pu Ziwen, and said lightly, "No."

"Scholar still has questions that he doesn't know, it shouldn't be."

"Even if I tell you, if you don't understand, isn't that a joke?"

Zhu Bo's meaning was obvious, he refused and even laughed.

Several boys around cast strange glances.

Pu Zi couldn't hold back when he smelled it, "Forget it." Then he dragged the exercise book and left.

Zhu Bo smiled.

Pu Ziwen felt that relying on his "acquired hard work" to get a test result was a bit strenuous.

So Pu Ziwen teamed up with Ding Weisong and Baobao to contact a senior high school entrance examination god, who is miraculous.

Kao Shen has no other ability, but he can master a set of test questions in advance and can come up with the answers 15 minutes before the test.

Ensure that the three of them occupy the top ten positions in the school list.

However, it costs 300 yuan to answer the test of God's biography once.

Facing the top ten seats on the school list that were frantically beckoning to them, Pu Ziwen and the others discussed and discussed, but he still made up his mind.

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