He is cold and distant

"Go slowly, it's not good to pull the wound." Bian Zimo looked at Mu Yuanzhu, who seemed to be unable to move because of the injury, smiled softly on his face, and then took the lead to walk forward.

Mu Yuanzhu looked at Bian Zimo's back, and there was some hatred in his eyes, he was really disgusted with this young master, who put on a condescending look all day long.

Bian Zimo walked into the classroom and stopped by his seat. There were not many students in the class yet, but he looked a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect him to come so early.

These are just small things, not enough to make him worry about it.

He looked down at the timetable taped on the table. The first period was a Chinese class. He took out the textbook and opened it to read.

Opening the cover of the book, what greeted his eyes was an extremely elegant and handsome name. He thought it should be the kind with a sharp edge, but now it seems that it does not match the original character's superficial personality.

It stands to reason that in general novels, the villains should die the worst, but the fate of the original characters is much worse than that of the villains. Bian Zimo bent his index finger, thinking in his mind, and tapped on the desk again and again.

He always felt that there seemed to be something hidden in the plot, maybe... there would be another unknown story hidden in it.

Bian Zimo continued to turn over a few pages of the book casually. Except for writing a name, the rest of the writing was extremely clean. It should be that the original character was self-confident and ignored these courses.

Excluding the slightly bigger personality loophole of arrogance, Bian Zimo thought about it carefully, and realized that he has a good family background, successful academics, and outstanding temperament. These words can all be used for the original character.

It probably belongs to the type that people often say is the proud son of heaven, Bian Zimo continued to think, if he hides the light deeper, and his mind is more alert and sharp, the original character may be the biggest comeback in this novel figure.

Bian Zimo closed the book slowly, turned his head and looked out of the window, after all...it's a pity.

"Mo, why are you here so early today?" A tall blond boy walked from the door of the classroom to the front row of Bian Zimo's seat.

When Bian Zimo heard someone talking to him, he turned his eyes to the person coming, thinking of a certain injured wolf cub in his mind, he replied casually: "Yesterday, I was injured by a sudden attack by an unknown person."

"Is that servant from your family?" Lang Mingfeng looked at Bian Zimo's gauze-wrapped head and frowned, "Do you want me to teach him a lesson for you?"

"No need." Bian Zimo thought it would be better to pat the little wolf's fur at this time, after all, it's not his home game. "I was beaten up yesterday, so I should be honest for a while."

"Okay, but..." Lang Mingfeng moved closer to Bian Zimo, his eyes looked at his expressionless face, and there seemed to be some doubts in his words, "Mo, you didn't lose your temper today because you were too hurt and have no strength. Yet?"

"Anger hurts the liver." Bian Zimo's tone was light, and there were not many waves in his words, "I want to live a few more years."

Lang Mingfeng was fooled by Bian Zimo's words, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile, "I didn't realize before that you still care about the life of your body so much."

"It may be that the brain was injured, and it suddenly became enlightened." Bian Zimo didn't want to repeat the life of the original character, after all, he deliberately teased people a little bit.

Lang Mingfeng nodded thoughtfully, and looked at the absence of Mu Yuanzhu in the classroom, "Is that servant disabled? Aren't you coming to class today?"

Bian Zimo shook his head, "Here we come, but it's inconvenient to move around. I guess it will take a while to get there."

"Mo, don't you think it's a little cruel that you always deal with someone who looks so harmless?" Lang Mingfeng joked with Bian Zimo, thinking of Mu Yuanzhu's obviously malnourished appearance.

"Feng, you seem to have forgotten that most of the bullying at school was done by you?" Bian Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly and asked rhetorically.

"Ah... that seems to be the case." Lang Mingfeng made a look of sudden realization, "Who made him upset you, I will only take action when I can't stand it."

Bian Zimo smiled, this Lang Mingfeng is also an interesting person, but he treats the original character as a real friend.

In this novel world, Lang Mingfeng is the only one who never abandons the original character when he is dealt with and tortured by the protagonist.

It's a pity that in the end, because the male lead was too powerful, Lang Mingfeng couldn't find out where the original character was taken, but after his death, he personally helped him arrange his clothes and hair carefully, and buried him quietly together In the quiet cemetery.

"Thank you." Bian Zimo felt that he should express his sincere thanks to Lang Mingfeng on behalf of the original character.

"Mo." Lang Mingfeng covered his hands and coughed a few times, his expression a little embarrassed, "I'm not used to you being so polite all of a sudden."

Lang Mingfeng is willing to stay by Bian Zimo's side as a guardian. In his eyes, the cold and rebellious young man is his only one no matter how lonely and arrogant.

The moment Mu Yuanzhu entered the classroom, his eyes saw his seat, and he felt an inexplicably warm atmosphere among friends.

In his heart, he secretly felt that these two people should be worthy of the words "wicked and poisonous friends", and he took pleasure in bullying him every day!

Bian Zimo saw Mu Yuanzhu walking towards him, and greeted him, "Little Zhuzi is here."

Small bamboo?He's not young anywhere, okay?In terms of height alone, he is a few centimeters taller than Bian Zimo.

But I didn't call him Xiaoyezhong today, did I suddenly realize my conscience?

Mu Yuanzhu walked to his seat, sat down, and didn't reply to Bian Zimo's words, anyway, the result was the same - this young master would not let him go easily.

Lang Mingfeng glanced at Mu Yuanzhu lightly, then turned around and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Don't answer my words?" Bian Zimo exerted some strength and patted Mu Yuanzhu's straight back with his hand, "Did the injury heal too quickly, which made you so confident?"

Mu Yuanzhu was photographed on the sore spot, reluctantly smiled at Bian Zimo and said, "Good morning, young master."

Bian Zimo nodded as a response, and didn't talk to Mu Yuanzhu again after that.

Mu Yuanzhu has been on high psychological alert all morning. According to Bian Zimo's usual habit, he will definitely order him to run errands upstairs and downstairs, or find someone to surround him when he goes to the toilet. .

But what is strange is that the time for the three classes today has passed, and he has not heard that Bian Zimo asked him to do something embarrassing.

When the fourth class was about to finish, Mu Yuanzhu couldn't hold back his curiosity, and quietly looked at the expressions of the people next to him.

Unexpectedly, this person just rested his chin, closed his eyes slightly, and breathed slowly, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

When Mu Yuanzhu saw Bian Zimo like this, his heart became unbalanced. Did he worry about his feelings for nothing all morning?

Bian Zimo felt a gaze staring at his face for a long time, he didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but this little wolf cub continued to stare at him with a clear goal as if he was against him.

"Does it look good?" Bian Zimo opened his eyes, leaned into Mu Yuanzhu's ear, and asked in a low voice.

Mu Yuanzhu wanted to look away, but he didn't want to look at him, so he couldn't look back, and was caught straight away. He felt a little guilty for some reason, "I didn't look at you."

He absolutely cannot admit this kind of thing, otherwise Bian Zimo might laugh at him again.

"Is that looking at the scenery outside the window?" Bian Zimo looked at the blush around Mu Yuanzhu's ears, and gave him a step down.

Mu Yuanzhu nodded in agreement, yes, he was looking at the scenery.

Bian Zimo didn't talk to Mu Yuanzhu anymore, he looked down at the time on his watch, it was almost lunch time.

He also found this high school course quite boring, mainly because he had studied it before, and the original characters had already digested the knowledge points, so it seemed that there was no difficulty at all.

"Mo, let's go have dinner together." Lang Mingfeng heard the bell ringing for the end of get out of class, closed the textbook, turned around and talked with Bian Zimo.

"Let's go." Bian Zimo and Lang Mingfeng walked outside the classroom together.

"Mo, what do you want to eat?" Lang Mingfeng and Bian Zimo walked in the cafeteria together.

"Still according to the old habits." Bian Zimo walked to a restaurant window where the original characters used to eat, and lined up.

Standing behind Bian Zimo, Lang Mingfeng looked at the queues in front of him, and whispered to him, "Mo, should we find someone to join the queue?"

After all, there are quite a few people who know them in school, and it's just a small matter that can be solved with a look.

"Feng, let's keep a low profile." Bian Zimo made a gesture to silence Lang Mingfeng.

It is rare for Lang Mingfeng to see such an approachable and approachable Bian Zimo. There is a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth, and the expression in his eyes is more indulgent, "Okay, listen to you."

Mu Yuanzhu, who was still sitting in the class at the moment, was not planning to go to the cafeteria to eat. His meal card was robbed a few days ago.

Even if he went, it would be in vain. Without a meal card, he couldn't buy food. If he couldn't buy food, he would go hungry, and there was only one culprit that caused him to become like this—Bian Zimo.

Mu Yuanzhu was lying on the desk weakly, if he couldn't let go of the butler Mu who has always treated him sincerely, he would have long since not wanted to stay at Bian's house.

When he finds a suitable time and can not rely on the Bian family at all, Muyuan Takeshita thought cruelly, he will never step there again!

After Bian Zimo and Lang Mingfeng finished their lunch in the cafeteria, they went back to the classroom together.

Sitting at the edge of the seat, looking at the person who obviously hadn't eaten at noon, Bian Zimo talked to him: "Little Zhuzi, didn't you go to eat at noon?"

Isn't this nonsense?Mu Yuanzhu frowned, "Thank you, young master, for your good deed."

"Are you hungry now?" Bian Zimo only slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard Mu Yuanzhu's obviously upset words, his mood didn't change much.

"Not hungry." Mu Yuanzhu would never compromise with Bian Zimo.

"I see..." Bian Zimo reached out from his desk and took out a meal card, "Is this yours? I thought you said you were hungry, so I would return it to you."

Mu Yuanzhu looked at the meal card pinched by Bian Zimo's fingers, although he wanted to take it back, but he knew that if he really did that now, it would only be counterproductive.

He stared at the meal card, and before he had no strength, he chose to deal with it silently.

"Do you want it?" Bian Zimo looked at the way the little wolf cub wanted to stretch out his claws, but then retracted, with a trace of interest in his eyes, "If you ask me, I will consider giving it to you."