The landlord fools me every day

Soon, those people shut up and made no more noise.

After Yang Zekui, the party concerned, spoke, he concentrated on turning the pen in his hand, waiting for the bell to ring for the exam.

That appearance, that posture, leisurely and contented, doesn't seem like someone has just been maliciously commented on, and it doesn't look like a student who is the second-to-last student in the whole year, but like a natural boss.

Looking secretly at Yang Zekui from the corner of his eye, Zhang Zhushi was thoughtful.

The exam ended fairly quickly, and I finished several homework exams in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Zhu, who rearranged the table and sat in his seat, felt a little exhausted.

"Huh—" After he finished the test paper in the examination room, his eyelids were already fighting because of boredom.

Yang Zekui, who came back from fetching water from the outside, glanced at him and found it funny: "Why does it feel like your soul is out of your body in the exam room?"

Zhang Zhushi glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth was arrogant: "My reaction is normal, okay? It's not like you, you can still laugh now, the examination room is like a execution ground, don't you know?"

As he spoke, he propped his head back with his hands, and Jiao Didi poked Yang Zekui on the shoulder.

Hearing this, Yang Zekui smiled lightly and shook his head, expressing that he did not understand his strange idea.

Obviously he saw that he dozed off most of the time, how could he be tired?

"Hey, are you two reconciled?" Bai Wanlin joked to the two who were laughing at each other.

As soon as these words came out, both of them glanced at each other, and then turned their heads away one after another after staring at each other in astonishment for a short time.

Then they denied it with one voice: "No!"

Bai Wanlin's eyes wandered between the two of them, and finally he just nodded in doubt, then turned around and packed his desk.

Seeing that the person turned away, Zhang Zhushi smacked his mouth angrily in a low voice: "Cut, don't talk like me."

Yang Zekui was helpless: "I didn't learn how to speak from you. You are not naive, why are you still entangled in this?"

Zhang Zhushi paused for a second.Turning his head and sticking out his tongue towards Yang Zekui who was beside him: "Anyway, he's more mature than a guy who casually puts on hats."

Yang Zekui was stunned when he heard the words, and then chuckled: "Pay attention to the words you speak, don't be heard to maliciously tamper with it and spread it."

In an instant, Zhang Zhushi lost his voice.

In the physical education class in the afternoon, Zhang Zhushi, who can guarantee a large amount of scholarship and incentive money after controlling the score, has been playing basketball with his classmates very happily.

During the halftime break, Hu and Shang wiped off his sweat and asked Zhang Zhushi, "Where's your Yang Zekui?"

Immediately, Zhang Zhushi, who was drinking water, was choked by these words, and his face flushed with coughing: "Wh, cough, cough, what is my Yang Zekui, can you stop being so unstandard!"

Hu and Shang waved their hands: "Okay, I have a standard - where is your tablemate Yang Zekui?"

Zhang Zhushi, who was inexplicably itchy when he was pressed by the word "same table", could not refute, so he rolled his eyes and replied angrily: "Ghost knows where that young master has gone!"

Hearing this, Li Jiaping, who seldom talked to them these days, said quietly, "Maybe the ghost knows."

Bai Wanlin, who was a little fuzzed by his words, thumped his head: "Hey, don't say such things, it's weird."

Zhang Zhushi was drinking water, looked at Bai Wanlin strangely, and then cast a deep glance at Li Jiaping, who bowed his head and said nothing. He always felt that he had become a little weird recently.

Moreover, this strange feeling seems slightly familiar.

Zhang Zhushi didn't see Yang Zekui until the get out of class bell was about to ring, they went to return the equipment, and the teacher blew the whistle to gather in line.

However, considering that he is such a grown-up man, and the young master's temper has always been somewhat withdrawn and weird, Zhang Zhushi didn't pay much attention to thinking about where that guy would go.

The next class is with Lao Wu, the head teacher.

He taught Zhang Zhushi's second native language, English, which Zhang Zhushi was proficient in and could use freely, so he just dozed off in his class as usual.

Suddenly, before he started to sleep, a piece of chalk hit him.

Zhang Zhushi, who couldn't dodge in time, was headshot just like that.

"Where are you at the same table?" Such a sentence came to him.

Feeling a little innocent, Zhang Zhushi rubbed his head and replied angrily, "I don't know!"

"Don't know?" Old Wu asked again, "As his tablemate, you really don't know?"

Zhang Zhu was speechless for a moment: "I'm just his deskmate, not the roundworm in his stomach. How could I know his every move and where he went!" Did you make a mistake?

Old Wu didn't seem to be aware of this, he scratched his hair which is not thick to confirm again and again: "You really really don't know?"

"I—" After repeated denials, the front door opened by itself, and Yang Zekui's head poked out.

His face was as usual, calm and unwavering: "Report."

Good guy, this is not even pretending to be out of breath, but directly and honestly showing that he is not in a hurry.

Old Wu nodded indifferently: "Come in."

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Zhushi turned on the cynicism mode: "Did you fall into the latrine?"

Yang Zekui flipped through the book in his hand, but couldn't even read his two words: "Stupid."

Zhang Zhushi: "..." Good guy, so irritable.

Zhang Zhushi, who was thrown off his face, was so angry that he wanted to turn around and ignore him. It was a coincidence that he caught the bruises on his wrist sharply from the corner of his eye.

Completely subconsciously, Zhang Zhushi grabbed Yang Zekui's hand and asked, "Where did you go just now!"

The movement between the two of them was not small, and it immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.

Being stared at by so many people, Yang Zekui took the lead to slap the guy with low IQ in front of him: "Let's go to class!"

Zhang Zhushi, who was reminded of the current situation by Yang Zekui in a disguised form, withdrew his hand, turned his eyes back to the book, and turned the pen in his hand one after another as if nothing happened.

Lao Wu, who was able to draw the students' attention back, waved the pointer: "Okay, let's look at the next paragraph."

When the get out of class was over, Zhang Zhushi immediately continued his unfinished doubts, grabbed Yang Zekui and asked, "Where did you go during the physical education class just now? What happened to your hands? Also, are there any other things on you?" hurt where?"

Yang Zekui, who was thrown three questions at once, frowned: "There are so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?"

Zhang Zhushi took it for granted: "Whatever, just tell me the answers to these questions."

Yang Zekui was speechless for a moment: "...is sick."

Zhang Zhushi didn't like to hear these words: "What do you mean I'm sick? I'm fucking caring about you, do you understand! You're the only one who is sick!"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui chuckled and asked back: "Didn't you always hate me, why do you still care about me? Such a contradictory thing, is it not a disease? Could it be that you suddenly became kind and started to meddle in other things?" Have you accumulated virtue for your next life?"

Zhang Zhushi was stunned by the question, and it took him a long time to reply with a sentence: "Will you fucking say it or not?"

It was clearly an interrogative sentence, but he cleverly turned it into a declarative sentence, which made Yang Zekui feel a little threatened by orders.

Yang Zekui, who finally raised his hand and surrendered, sighed: "Tsk, okay, okay, let me say it."

In the tone of helplessly coaxing a bear child, he briefly talked about the miserable incident of being surrounded by other people and being bullied in physical education class.

Then, he looked at Zhang Zhushi: "How about it, can you let me go now?"

After regaining consciousness, Zhang Zhushi realized that he was still holding Yang Zekui's wrist, so he quickly let go, "Oh, yes."

Yang Zekui was made a little weird by his tone, and his daily behavior of hating his deskmate was also so weird.

He picked up a book next to him, and knocked Zhang Zhushi's dazed head hard: "Are you crazy with joy? It's like petrification."

Zhang Zhushi pushed Yang Zekui's hand holding the book away, and turned around in a flat tone: "I'm not happy."

"Huh?" Apart from being strange, Yang Zekui also felt that his tablemate might be really kind-hearted, "Are you... really worried about me?"

"Almost." Zhang Zhushi just replied like this, and then he refused to speak at all, which made Yang Zekui gradually become impatient and impatient with the meaning behind his words.

In and out of class, he was upright and side-firing, and he kept asking, "What do you mean? What do you mean by that?"

"Tsk!" Yang Zekui pressed Zhang Zhushi's shoulder hard before the end of the last class before dinner, "Say it or not! If you don't, I won't let you go to dinner!"

Zhang Zhushi was expressionless, bowed his head in silence, and didn't say a word for a moment.

Yang Zekui waited quietly for a while, then softened his attitude: "I told you about me this afternoon, but now you keep silent about yours. Isn't it a bit unfair? It's not appropriate." The reason is concise and to the point , is indeed his consistent style.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi finally raised his head.

At the same time, he called out his name: "Yang Zekui."

"Ah?" Yang Zekui was taken aback, "Why did you call me all of a sudden?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Zhushi hesitated to speak, "It's nothing. Let's go, let's eat."

"Okay, ah, no!" Yang Zekui, who was almost taken over, sobered up instantly, "You haven't told me about yourself yet!"

Zhang Zhushi stood up and pushed him while chattering: "I'll tell you when I'm eating, I'm starving to death now."

They were a few minutes late, but the line was not that long, and the two got their meals within a short while.

He was hesitating where to sit, when Bai Wanlin suddenly greeted them, "When I was young, Yang Kui, this way."

"Yang Kui?" Yang Zekui looked at Zhang Zhushi inquisitively upon hearing this.

Zhang Zhushi himself was dumbfounded: "I don't know why he called you like that, I never revealed anything about the two of us."

As soon as he sat down, Hu Heshang chatted excitedly with Yang Zekui: "Hey, Yang Kui, don't keep your face so straight that we don't dare to talk to you."

Yang Zekui stuffed a mouthful of rice with his chopsticks, and looked at him suspiciously: "I don't always keep a straight face."

Zhang Zhushi also nodded: "It's true that I don't keep a straight face often, but my character and expression are too much to be beaten."

Bai Wanlin laughed until his stomach ached: "I finally understand why the two of you are sitting at the same table. You two are born to be together and tear each other down."

Zhang Zhushi angrily kicked him under the table: "Don't talk nonsense!"