A villain in love dressed as school grass

Of course, Zhu Bo ignored him and killed him with a sharp glance.

Pu Ziwen shut up quietly.

Ding Weisong leaned over, and asked slyly: "Brother Wen, you are at the same table as me, are you so humble, Brother Wen?"

"Brother Wen, I don't know if you have heard a word."

"What?" Pu Ziwen was a little curious.

Ding Weisong lowered his head and said cautiously: "Lick the dog, no, it's too bad."

After Ding Weisong finished speaking, he was greeted by Pu Ziwen's backpack on his shoulders.

"Give you another chance to reorganize the language."

Pu Ziwen reminded Ding Weisong of the huge exercise book raised by the other hand.

Pay attention to wording.

Ding Weisong gave up and gave up. If this thing hits his head, it must be uncomfortable.

"I, I can lick the dog. Brother Wen, I'm just kidding you."

"But brother Wen, you said some things too bluntly, that's not how it came about."

Ding Weisong naturally brought the two of them into a special state.

"Then how come?" Pu Ziwen was successfully aroused, waiting for him to say.

Ding Weisong pulled Pu Ziwen to sit down, saw that the classroom was almost gone, and then raised the volume.

This is to let the girls in the class know that the school grass has this kind of intention.

Not to blow up the sky.

"This kind of thing is all about skill, and now my deskmate is obviously unwilling to talk to you."

"Brother Wen, you must be at the same table as me to improve communication. As the saying goes, that, yes, communication can break all barriers."

"Communicate until he accepts you, doyouunder... understand?"

Pu Ziwen seemed to be awakened suddenly, and looked at Ding Weisong with admiring eyes.

Intuition Ding Weisong is a master in this regard.

At least he has a way.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

Ding Weisong was so proud of being praised that the corners of his mouth almost reached his temples.

"I can't do anything else, but I can do this. Just look at the more than 500 people on my list."

Pu Ziwen rolled his eyes, and sure enough, Ding Weisong added a lot of girls to Huaiyu's sophomore group.

"You are like this, does He Shiyue know?"

"Of course I can't let her know. Besides, I add others just for chatting, and true love is for the monitor."

Fart's true love is greedy for other people's bodies.

Scumbag.

"Anyway, Brother Wen, you can use my trick. I guarantee you that after a month, my tablemate and you have a very good relationship."

"As close as two brothers."

Yes, Pu Ziwen nodded.

He waited.

Pu Ziwen didn't go to Zhu Bo's home to make up lessons today, so he just made do with instant noodles for dinner.

After taking a shower, Pu Ziwen, who was covered in steam, walked back to the bedroom and sat on the single sofa chair with only a towel around him.

Pu Ziwen turned on the phone, clicked on the □□ icon, and rejected the friend request from a girl who didn't know who and whose name was on the two pages.

Pu Ziwen opened the class group of Senior Class 22 to find someone.

According to the surname, Zhu Bo should be ranked last.

found it.

Zhu Bo's profile picture is very simple, with a white background and a black line on it.

Pu Ziwen suspects that this is a black line he drew on it casually.

Zhu Bo's online name is also simple, Z, probably just an abbreviation of his surname.

Personalized signature, no,

album, no,

Space dynamics, and no...

There is nothing, making people suspect that this is a fake number.

Pu Ziwen taps the "Add Friend" button in the lower left corner, and a dialog box for pulling verification information pops up.

"Pu Ziwen." His slender fingers flicked across the screen.

send--

Pu Ziwen returned to the chat interface and waited for the avatar of Zhu Bo's line to pop up by himself.

As a result, I didn't wait for a line, but waited until the other party refused.

The other party didn't even write the reason.

Pu Ziwen felt that his life had encountered Waterloo.

It shouldn't be like this.

Not giving up, Pu Ziwen applied again.

"Student Zhu Bo, hello, I'm Pu Ziwen, let me pass."

Go back to the chat interface again.

Soon.

Pu Ziwen still refused to prompt when he waited.

Zhu Bo wrote the reason, "I know, I don't use social software, thank you for the invitation."

Replying so quickly, is this called not using social software?

Pu Ziwen recalled that when the two of them first wrote the review, Zhu Bo said the same thing.

In other words, after so long, Ganqing Zhubo has not changed at all towards him.

This realization made Pu Ziwen not so happy.

Pu Ziwen continued to send several friend requests in different ways, until he succeeded in pissing off Zhu Bo.

"If you send it again, I will drop your phone when we meet."

"no sooner said than done."

Pu Ziwen didn't dare to post it anymore, Zhu Bo really did what he said.

Zhu Bo's patience with his temper is really bad.

After turning off the mobile phone, Pu Ziwen turned off the light by the way. He didn't draw the curtains, and the moonlight shone in through the half-floored windows.

Cool and quiet.

Pu Ziwen stared out of the window in a daze, and suddenly felt that the scene looked like Zhu Bo.

Pu Ziwen himself didn't pay attention, the corner of his mouth inadvertently drew an arc in the darkness.

In rush to rest on the weekend, Wang Luxian had other work on hand and worked overtime, and no one was nagging in Zhu Bo's ear.

Zhu Bo suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

Zhu Bo went to an orphanage closer to his home, and it took about four to ten minutes by car.

The courtyard is not big, a three-story low building, located in the suburbs, and the surrounding environment is not bad.

Zhu Bo stood at the door for a while, hesitating whether to go in, when he was held by a little boy who ran past him.

"Big brother, do you want to go in, I'll take you."

The little boy looked to be six or seven years old. He was very clever, but he was not afraid of strangers. He dragged Zhu Bo straight to the entrance of the orphanage.

"Hello, are you here looking for someone?" The young lady who received the reception on the first floor had a gentle voice, and the words made people feel comfortable.

"Oh..." Zhu Bo came here on a whim.

Zhu Bo looked at the little boy and asked in a questioning tone, "I want to be a volunteer and play with the children, okay?"

"Of course, register here."

After Zhu Bo finished the registration, a special teacher wanted to arrange it, but Zhu Bo refused, and chatted with the little boy at the door just now in the corner of the drawing room.

The little boy's name is Xiaozheng, he is very talkative, and he and Zhu Bo seem to have known each other for a long time, talking a lot.

Surprisingly, Zhu Bo doesn't hate him, and has been painting with him.

"Brother Xiaobo, why did you come to the orphanage?"

The children in the orphanage are mentally mature, so it is not unusual for Zhu Bo to ask such a question.

"Brother, it's probably because I want to find someone to play with."

Xiaozheng couldn't figure it out, "Did Brother Xiaobo not make friends? I still have friends in the orphanage."

Zhu Bo smiled a little forcedly.

"I guess there is. That brother loves to play and laugh just like you."

"There are little canine teeth when you smile."

"Really!" Xiaozheng was suddenly happy, "Brother Xiaobo has a chance to bring that brother here."

"Okay." Zhu Bo smiled softly.

"Let's paint."

Zhu Bo promised the boy to draw, and started to draw with a drawing book from the morning self-study on Monday.

Zhu Bo writes beautifully, and draws even more beautifully.

The sunlight coming in from the window made Zhu Bo feel warm and soft.

Ding Weisong took a look at Zhu Bo with a purposeless cover-up with the book.

Immediately typing on the new smartphone, he dared not use the old-fashioned push-button mobile phone, for fear that Zhu Bo would get angry.

-Brother Wen, my deskmate is drawing, um, I don’t know what to draw.

Pu Ziwen

-draw?Do we have art class?

- No, I don't know, how about I ask for you?

Pu Ziwen

-Just ask.

Ding Weisong was about to ask questions when he was hit in the face by a ball of paper.

"Don't ask, it has nothing to do with you, let him be quiet."

Ding Weisong nodded lazily, and passed the exact words to Pu Ziwen.

Pu Ziwen has a question mark on his face, Zhu Bo still uses social software.

yes!

Response so fast.

should be.

During class break, Pu Ziwen and Ding Weisong gathered together in the men's room. Pu Ziwen told Ding Weisong about Zhu Bo's refusal to join him the night before.

Ding Weisong also made a mistake, trying to touch cigarettes from his pocket but was stopped.

"Don't smoke, I don't like the smell."

Puzi heard that Diao Erlang did not study, but he did not smoke.

Very novel.

Ding Weisong put the cigarette case back into his pocket again.

"Why don't you try adding him?" Pu Ziwen suddenly thought, "But I guess it's useless. If Zhu Bo doesn't add me, he probably won't bother you either."

Pu Ziwen felt that he had such confidence.

"He's too cold, I guess the only one who deserves to be in the list is Ju Jie, and it has to be forced."

Ordinarily, in the past, if someone refuted his face like this, Pu Ziwen would definitely ignore him.

Isn't it just adding a friend, pretending to be something?

But the trouble is that this person is Zhu Bo, he just wanted to leave a contact information, in case the Huangmao group came back after school, so that there would be someone to take care of them.

Pu Ziwen crushed the scattered cigarette butts on the ground with the tip of his shoe.

Is really irritable.

"Brother Wen, I'll go back and try."

With the idea of ​​testing, Ding Weisong and Zhu Bo asked to add a friend.

He also found a reason for himself that looked high-sounding and seemed normal.

"At the same table, let's add a friend so that we can skip class or let the teacher check and notify each other?"

Pu Ziwen in the front seat not far away almost pricked up his ears to listen.

This reason can be bad.

He will definitely be killed by Zhu Bo and come back.

But then, Pu Ziwen was slapped in the face by what he heard.

"Then you sweep me."

?

Who said that?Who sweeps whom?

Pu Ziwen turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, he saw Zhu Bo holding out his phone and putting it on the table.

On the screen of the mobile phone is a QR code for adding friends.

Pu Zi felt a little unbelievable when he heard it.

Ding Weisong noticed Pu Ziwen's gaze from the corner of his eye, and tremblingly held his mobile phone to scan the code on the screen of Zhu Bo's mobile phone.

?

A few words suddenly appeared in Pu Ziwen's heart: Why?

Why can Ding Weisong's bad reason.

His sincere friendship was severely rejected.

In comparison, he sent dozens of invitations that night.

Not what licking a dog is.

Ding Weisong looked at the extra person on the list, and instantly realized how to write the word flattered.

This will be shown to Brother Wen.

He was afraid that his skin would be pulled out.

Sure enough, when practicing at noon, Pu Ziwen felt as if he had been beaten to the ground.

Every ball can be smashed into the basket, not a shot, but a smash.

The smashed backboard shook.

Pu Ziwen made Ding Weisong dare not approach at all.

So scary.

After the intermission, Ding Weisong handed Pu Ziwen the ice water he had bought in advance, and the other party was willing to speak.

"What's the matter, what's your impression of joining Zhu Bo, are you happy?"

There was alienation in the tone, as if there was still a bit of ice.

Ding Weisong quickly responded: "Don't dare to think! Don't dare to think! Brother Wen, I don't dare to think!"

"My tablemate added me to see your face, Brother Wen."

"Maybe he's embarrassed to add you? I have a good relationship with Brother Wen. Everyone knows this, right..."

After Ding Weisong explained a lot, Pu Ziwen felt a little calmer.

Huh, that's scary.

……

"Who the hell told you to say this?" Pu Ziwen took a mouthful of ice water until his stomach became cold, "Have you talked to him?"

"No, no, I didn't say anything, I didn't say a word." Ding Weisong quickly took out his phone.

"Of course this is for Brother Wen. Brother Wen will give it to you. You can use my number. I have a spare."

Ding Weisong took out his mobile phone again, and the old-fashioned button press was still the backup.

"I still use the old-fashioned mobile phone very well. I don't like to use smart phones at all, really!"

Ding Weisong readily handed over his mobile phone to Pu Ziwen for safekeeping, and expressed his attitude.

Only in this way did Pu Ziwen calm down a little.

At night, Pu Ziwen was lying on the bed, took out Ding Weisong's smartphone, turned on the phone, and blocked all the girls he chatted with.

Only Zhu Bo's dialog box is left.

The newly added friend didn't say a word.

Pu Ziwen thought about how to speak, typed and deleted in the input box, deleted and typed again.

Pu Ziwen struggled for a long time, until he saw the online status under Zhu Bo's name, he finally choked out a very simple sentence.

"Hey, you are also surfing the Internet, what a coincidence."

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