The landlord fools me every day

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhushi pushed the door open and came in, only to see Yang Zekui prowling by the window with his big butt pouted.

Without turning his head, Yang Zekui answered lightly, "Don't make noise."

Zhang Zhushi put the dishes in his hand on the table, walked to Yang Zekui, and followed his line of sight - a boy with broad shoulders was changing clothes with his back facing this way.

"Yo, the scenery is nice." Zhang Zhushi couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Yang Zekui still didn't raise his head, and obsessively echoed: "It's okay, it's okay."

Then, Yang Zekui punched Zhang Zhushi hard on the head and fell on the sofa behind him, "Oh, I'm going!"

He covered his painful head and supported the sofa with his hands, "Why did you suddenly hit me?!"

Zhang Zhushi pretended to be in a daze, and his tone was neither serious nor light: "I just want to be active, not on purpose."

"Tch, ghosts believe it." Yang Zekui murmured as he glanced at the tightly drawn curtains.

He tilted his head and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Is it so important what you eat? Anyway, it's delicious." Zhang Zhushi sat down, and pointed his long finger at Yang Zekui's right shoulder awkwardly, "Your posture is quite enchanting."

Yang Zekui wasn't annoyed, he raised the corner of his mouth, "Hey, if my young master is hungry, I don't have enough money to pay more rent this month—"

At the end of the sentence, Yang Zekui deliberately elongated the tone.Zhang Zhushi quietly took a deep breath, changed his expression flatteringly and said, "Tsk, what a big deal. You can't starve our Young Master Yang Zekui if you're hungry."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhushi got up immediately, took the dishes into the kitchen, and started to choose dishes with depression.

"What is the young master, it's almost the same as the uncle!" He whispered.

For Zhang Zhushi now, the Achilles' heel is like what Yang Zekui just said about rent.

He is currently renting a room in Yang Zekui's apartment, and the only condition is that he can help Yang Zekui clean and cook as the landlord, and the rent can be exempted.

As for the prefix "now", it is mainly due to Zhang Zhushi's father who suddenly entered the rebellious period.

A few months ago, on the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, Zhang Zhushi's 16th birthday came as scheduled.

When Zhang Zhu, who was thirsty in the middle of the night, just came down to the first floor, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by someone, and he was so frightened that he suddenly stood up straight.I only heard the man's deep and powerful voice coming from behind: "Son, you are growing up too, it's time for Dad to have a good talk with you."

Without taking any water, Zhang Zhushi somehow went to the top floor of the building.

"Son, look." Zhang Yonghui raised his hand and pointed to the bustling downtown, "This is all the country that Dad built for you."

Zhang Zhushi raised his eyes with a calm expression, "Get to the point."

"Ahem, I actually asked you here to give you a 16th birthday gift." Zhang Yonghui smiled brightly, and at the same time moved a few steps towards Zhang Zhushi, "This time will definitely surprise you."

"Unexpectedly... you stole the money from my piggy bank again?!" Speaking of this, Zhang Zhushi's eyes instantly ignited a trace of unclear anger.

He rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth and said, "That's a scholarship I earned based on my ability!"

"Oh, son, calm down." Zhang Yonghui smiled dryly, trying to calm his son's anger, "You first stretch out your left hand."

Zhang Zhushi swallowed his saliva, disbelief written all over his face, "I believe you bastard, nothing good will happen."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Look! Meteor!"

"Huh?!" Zhang Zhushi turned his head, his gaze hastily swept around the empty night sky, "Liar! Hey, hey, hey?!"

The originally normal tone suddenly rose, and before Zhang Zhushi had time to react, his left hand had already been grabbed by Zhang Yonghui.

Zhang Yonghui had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and clamped Zhang Zhushi's left arm between his waist, and at the same time quickly turned his back against Zhang Zhushi to prevent him from attacking head-on.

Zhang Zhushi was like a guinea pig on a laboratory bench, struggling symbolically a few times, "You lied to me again!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Zhushi felt the force that restrained his arms suddenly loosened.When he realized it, his watch had been taken away by Zhang Yonghui.

Depend on!

"No and no." Zhang Yonghui snapped his fingers, and Zhang Hezhi walked out with the cake.

"Brother?" Zhang Zhushi was at a loss, wondering why his elder brother, who had been away from home all year round, was here.

Then, Zhang Hezhi backtracked: "In order to help you get rid of the care of the greenhouse, your father kicked you out of the house for two years, and then let you come back."

Zhang Zhushi was stupid.

Wh...what the hell? !Kicked out of the house for two years? !No, is he dreaming or is he, he is dreaming? !

He turned around and teased: "Pfft ha ha ha, oh dad, you're so naughty. Okay, okay, I don't want it anymore, I'm going to bed, or I'll have even more outrageous dreams."

Early the next morning, Zhang Zhushi was woken up by the alarm as usual.Stretching, he pressed the alarm clock beside him.

He squinted his eyes, and when he was about to get up and put on his clothes, he was taken aback by a strange face he saw, "Oh my god! Who are you! Why are you in my room!"

The facial features of the owner of that face were wrinkled together, as if to say "You must be out of your mind".

Zhang Zhushi pursed his lips, his eyes were full of puzzlement, and he felt that this person was sick.but……

He sat up suddenly and looked around.The green leaves are lush, the birdsong is crisp, and there are even grandpas and aunts who get up early in the park.

"Damn?!" Memories flooded into his mind yesterday, "Did you really kick me out?!"

Zhang Zhushi glanced at the mess around him—an old suitcase with his alarm clock on it, and the school uniform he changed last night was still hanging on the rail at the end of the bed.

"..." He took a deep breath and took out his phone from under the pillow, but there was no contact in the phone book, "Damn it, old thief!"

The man stood on the sidelines and silently watched his series of actions, then tilted his head and said, "Are you a new homeless man?"

"Damn!" Zhang Zhushi counted the time, grabbed the clothes at the end of the bed and put them on, "I'm not some kind of bum, I'm just a wretch who unfortunately has to go to the exam."

"Hey." The man smiled, "Your sleeping position is really pretty."

Zhang Zhushi paused when he put on his shoes, raised his head and said strangely, "Oh, no, who are you? What are you doing here, are you kidding me?"

"Who told you to block the way, I will rush to the exam too."

"Tsk." Zhang Zhushi looked at the lawn next to the gravel path that was mostly occupied, and continued to put on his shoes, "Isn't there a way? Why, you insist on stepping over my bed?"

"Forget it, wait for you, it's better to go around in circles."

"Hey you guy?" Watching the back of the man leaving, Zhang Zhushi took a look, and his eyes stopped on the man's clean white shoes.Silently complaining about "cleanliness weirdness" in his heart, he dragged his suitcase and alarm clock and rushed to school as if flying, with the temperament of a big man on the road.

He left the things in the reception room, checked his pockets to confirm the existence of the school card, and rushed to the cafeteria.Then came the entrance of the examination room. On the way, he took the time to wipe his face.

While queuing up, Zhang Zhu, who was full of mouth, turned his head from time to time, but unexpectedly, his eyes happened to collide with a person coming from another teaching building.

It was the guy from the morning.

Zhang Zhushi frowned, rolled his eyes and shook his legs uncontrollably, and stopped looking at him.

After a while, a cold voice sounded from Zhang Zhushi's front left: "Zhang Zhushi?"

Looking back, Zhang Zhushi was stunned, and swallowed the last bite of breakfast in his mouth, "How do you know my name?"

There is no solution, the guy raised his chin, and directly ignored the question, "Go later."

"Why should I listen to you?"

The portrait was not interested, did not answer, and stood directly beside Zhang Zhushi.

"Yang Zekui?" The teacher who took the materials passed by with a reminder, "What are you doing, go to the queue."

queue?So...he just wanted to be in front of him?The two of them are in the same examination room? !

Zhang Zhushi hid his face and retreated quietly.Yang Zekui, right, brat, I remember you.

During the two-day high school entrance examination, Zhang Zhu, who was supposed to be listed in a key high school, deliberately lowered his points and went to another newly-built private school with poor grades but a lot of money-Yexin Middle School.The name will be called, probably derived from the word "ambition".

The first-class scholarship there is close to 6000 yuan, and there are additional bonuses for progress, which is a complete concept of throwing money at education.

Really - ambitious.

"Meow." The young master, who sold his bed and spent several days and nights in a small hotel, is sitting on a stone bench under a tree under the sun and complaining to himself, "What kind of dog broke the school, the summer vacation is early More than ten days to start reporting?! Is there any Wang Fa?!"

After sitting for a while, the sun also rose a little with the trajectory of time, and ran in front of Zhang Zhushi.He hid a little more in the shade, praying that the school would open soon.

Suddenly, a laugh came into his ears, "Yo, it's pretty punctual."

As soon as he heard the soft and lazy voice, Zhang Zhushi had already guessed who it was.He didn't even lift his eyelids, and fanned himself.

"Oh, don't talk." Zhang Hezhi walked around to Zhang Zhu's other side, folded his arms, "Look, how free you are now."

"Freedom?" Zhang Zhushi wished he could jump up, hooked Zhang Hezhi's neck and gritted his teeth and asked him again.

"Pfft. Alright, alright, I'm here to help you." As he spoke, Zhang Hezhi took out a golden bank card, "Nong, it's my brother's private money in it. I don't have any money, so save it use."

Zhang Zhushi, who was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, turned his head and took it, "No, you are two years older than me, why don't you have to be kicked out to train for two years?"

There is no answer.Zhang Hezhi had already turned around and left.

After more than half an hour, other students arrived at the school gate one after another before opening.This made Zhang Zhushi momentarily feel like cursing.

This school has a very clear division of classes, except for an art class, from the best to the worst grades one by one from the first position of class one to the last position of class eleven.But Zhang Zhushi searched all the way from Class [-], only to find that his name and score slip were posted on the last position of Class [-] on the first floor.

"Damn?" Zhang Zhushi was surprised, "Could it be that the pressure is too high?"

He scratched his head, glanced at other people's desktops, and found that they were about twenty points taller than himself, "What the hell?"

Zhang Zhushi muttered, looking at the position in front of him, "Damn, the one in front of me is ten points higher than me?"

The moment he looked away, a harsh word beside the score bar suddenly caught his eyes, "Yang?"

Curious, Zhang Zhushi looked over again, "Yang...Yang Ze...Yang Zekui?!"