The landlord fools me every day

On the way, Yang Zekui asked knowingly, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Zhushi shook off Yang Zekui's hand, and walked backwards towards him with his hands in his trouser pockets: "Are you still asking?" His tone and words were not very friendly, as always.

Yang Zekui said this angrily when he looked at Zhang Zhu, whose face was full of black lines, and couldn't help being poked into a smile, and laughed out loud: "Puff ha ha ha!"

This guy is so interesting.

Zhang Zhushi twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly: "Are you okay? Are you out of your mind?"

Yang Zekui wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, covered his stomach that was aching from laughing, half-bent down, and stopped in place to relax for a while.

Zhang Zhushi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you all right?"

As he said that, he tentatively patted Yang Zekui on the back and muttered, "Really, once you go home, your already weak IQ will be rebelliously rejuvenated."

"Ah?" Yang Zekui looked up at him, "Why did you say 'also'?"

Zhang Zhushi smiled, and was speechless when he mentioned this: "It's not because of my rebellious——" rebellious father.

In the middle of the conversation, Zhang Zhushi, who felt that there was nothing more to say, swallowed the second half of the sentence, then waved his hands and walked straight forward: "It's nothing. Let's go back to school for self-study, don't let your studies fall behind."

When he said this, he sincerely thought a lot about Yang Zekui, who was the second-to-last in the grade, but actually the last-to-last.

Yang Zekui, who stopped at the spot and looked at Zhang Zhu's back when he was gone, chuckled, it was rare that he didn't say anything to hurt him back.

He trotted a few steps forward, grabbed Zhang Zhushi's shoulder and thanked him bluntly: "Thank you!"

Zhang Zhushi quickly raised his hand and threw away Yang Zekui, who was half hanging on his body, looking very disgusted: "Ah! It's summer, it stinks, don't touch me casually!"

Immediately, Yang Zekui became displeased: "What, I love cleanliness very much, and I don't smell bad after sweating, okay! Don't talk nonsense!"

"It doesn't stink!" Zhang Zhushi curled his lips, "If you are a human, you will always smell of sweat! I don't care, stay away from me!"

Yang Zekui, who regards his own cleanliness as the most important thing on weekdays, said firmly: "I really don't stink! I really really really don't stink!"

As he spoke, he took a step towards Zhang Zhushi.

And Zhang Zhushi seemed to be of the same sex as him, he took a long jump almost at the same instant: "Go away, go away! If you have something to say, talk it out, don't act rashly!"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui looked at himself—oh, he was a little embarrassed.

But, he really doesn't stink...

For some reason, he inexplicably felt a little stuffy.

Noticing the small movements of the person in front of him, Zhang Zhushi's heart softened a little when he saw the actions of Yang Zekui who was aggrieved to check the wet spots on his body.

"Okay, okay," he took the initiative to pull Yang Zekui's wrist, and led him to another road, "You don't stink, you don't stink at all, I was just talking nonsense just now."

Yang Zekui, who followed for a while in a daze, came back to his senses after a while.

He stopped suddenly and pointed at the person who led him in front: "No, this is not the way back to school."

When Zhang Zhu heard this, he turned his head lightly: "We won't go back to school."

"Huh?" He was even more confused, and he froze in place, like a little hamster.

Zhang Zhushi tilted his head, raised his chin, and motioned Yang Zekui to look at himself: "Neng, how are you going to school like this?"

"Ah..." Yang Zekui bit his lip as he followed the trend.

Indeed, although the water stains on his body had dried up a bit, the rest of the embarrassment caused by the beating was still there.

Suddenly, thinking of something, Yang Zekui raised his hand and wiped his lips.

He held his finger in front of his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the half-frozen crimson on his fingertips.

no?no? !

He just said what Zhang Zhushi said while facing the nosebleed and a mouthful of blood in his mouth? !

isn't it...

This makes him still have some image to speak of! Hey!

Knowing the truth, Yang Zekui almost lost his temper.

Sigh! Sigh!What a shame!What an embarrassment for the wife!

Yang Zekui, who was led by Zhang Zhushi to the restroom of the shopping mall to wipe his face, could barely put down the hand covering his face.

His face was flushed, and his complexion was comparable to the coagulated blood on his face.

"Okay, wipe everything clean." Zhang Zhushi threw away the wet tissue in his hand, looked at Yang Zekui's clean chin and said.

Yang Zekui touched the person in front of him and looked at his chin when he heard the words, and responded in a neutral voice: "Oh."

"Yeah." Zhang Zhushi curled his lips, then waved his hands and turned around, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy clothes."

"Buy clothes?" Looking at his back, Yang Zekui was a little worried, "You are so poor yourself, why buy me clothes?"

Zhang Zhushi was speechless, and slanted at him: "Say less, I won't treat you as a dumb."

Suddenly, Yang Zekui obediently closed his mouth.

At night, the mall is quite lively.

Zhang Zhushi, who walked around in rows of clothes and tried on clothes for a long time, felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

When Yang Zekui opened the door of the cloakroom and came out again, he sighed heavily like before: "Hey, what the hell are you wearing!"

He smacked his mouth in disgust, not wanting to look at Yang Zekui any more.

Yang Zekui looked at himself in the mirror, frowning lightly, aggrieved: "Is there something that doesn't suit your aesthetics?"

Zhang Zhushi raised his forehead: "I can't say it doesn't conform to my aesthetics, it just feels a little weird. And this kind of weirdness, I can't say why."

At the end of the sentence, he said to Yang Zekui who had already tried on more than a dozen sets of clothes: "Why don't you try something else?"

Yang Zekui opened his lips, hesitant to speak: "I..." Well, well, he still didn't say anything in the end.

Zhang Zhushi saved him today, so let him dress up obediently according to his wishes, anyway, he won't suffer much, the most he can do is change a few more sets of clothes.

After casually taking a suit from the pile of clothes that Zhang Zhushi had chosen for him, Yang Zekui turned around and wanted to enter the dressing room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he put his hand on the door of the dressing room, Zhang Zhu, who was sitting quietly on the chair behind him, suddenly became restless.

He controlled the door of the locker room and did not let Yang Zekui in.

Instead, he said: "Wait a minute, you—" As he spoke, his eyes wandered among the dazzling array of clothes nearby.

In a few seconds, Zhang Zhushi ran out, and then came over with a different style of clothes, and handed them to Yang Zekui: "Neng, wear this."

Yang Zekui slowly raised his hand to take it, and swallowed his saliva looking at the large area of ​​ripped jeans and the sweater with completely different overall rules.

What's this?Beggar style?

"Hey, hurry up, don't stand here stupidly." Zhang Zhushi urged him while pushing.

About a minute or two later, Yang Zekui, who felt awkward, finally came out.

And when he came out, Zhang Zhushi's eyes lighted up in surprise.

"Wow~ not bad~" Zhang Zhushi's smiling face tended to be funny, "Sure enough, what you wear fits my impression of you in my heart."

Yang Zekui frowned, wondering what this guy thinks of him—Brother Cool?Brother Chao?

Or, beggar at the same table?

It is probably because Yang Zekui usually wears school uniforms or simple short-sleeved jeans most of the time, so at first glance, he dressed up in such a street style, it really made him see another wonderful feeling of himself.

"I don't understand you." Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Zekui flatly commented to Zhang Zhushi, who was full of praise for his outfit.

Zhang Zhushi smiled lightly, disapprovingly: "Tch, I am a genius that can be easily understood by ordinary people like you. Tsk tsk, it's normal."

As he said that, Zhang Zhushi took Yang Zekui's shoulders, and compared his height with him by raising his hand in the mirror: "I'll go, you're so much taller than me——"

He said the word "lost" several times, and the ending sound was very long.

Yang Zekui looked at the depressed guy in the mirror, raised his lips and smiled lightly: "Okay, go and pay for me, Young Master Zhang."

When Yang Zekui said this, there was a little playfulness in his tone that he didn't realize.

When he finally came out of the shopping mall, Zhang Zhushi, who felt his body was being hollowed out, pouted sullenly: "Boss, you should give me a raise."

Yang Zekui teased: "You should work harder to improve yourself, so that your salary will naturally go up."

Zhang Zhushi glanced at him and ignored him, and started another topic on his own: "Tsk, I didn't expect this set to go for [-] yuan, and the shoes have not been bought in the end-it's too expensive."

Yang Zekui, who was somewhat inconsistent with the known Zhang Zhushi's money information, was puzzled: "Can you buy me clothes with [-] now?"

Zhang Zhushi was puzzled, with a question mark on his forehead: "Why, as the future chairman, what's wrong with asking the employees under me to give me a friendship discount?"

Knowing that Zhang Zhushi saved Yang Zekui raised his eyebrows: "Yo Hou, friendship discount? How friendly is it? Discount starting at three o'clock?"

Zhang Zhushi pouted and casually corrected him: "It's one o'clock."

Yang Zekui: ...Good guy, there is a zero in the back.

At the same time, Zhang Hezhi, who was sitting at the front desk and typing on the computer, pursed his lips tightly.

How should I put it, he felt that he shouldn't have appeared just now, so he gave his stinky little brother the slightest chance to be a rascal.

Otherwise, in the end, the account that was missing on the financial statement would have to be deducted from his private money.

"Good guy, good guy! I picked up my custom-made suit and took it away! I'm ashamed of you! The designer's fee for that stuff must be tens of millions! Ahhh!" Zhang Hezhi was furious and went crazy.

Good guy, good guy!Zhang Zhushi is really his dearest brother!He originally used this clothes as a top-up and didn't intend to sell it!

Calculating the time, Yang Zekui and Zhang Zhushi, who were about an hour away from the end of evening self-study, really didn't go to school at all, just wandered around the neighborhood, and bought some snacks on the side of the road to satisfy their taste buds and fill their stomachs by the way.

BBQ, drinks, marshmallows, chicken legs...

The food stalls that appeared at intervals made the two really want to stop.

Zhang Zhushi, who ate another piece of stinky tofu, closed his eyes and sighed sincerely: "Oh God, what kind of paradise is this~"

Yang Zekui smiled, and before he could open his mouth to tease him, a sound of "the city management is here" came from nowhere, and instantly shattered his wonderful paradise into dust.

Holding a bowl of stinky tofu, Zhang Zhushi blinked his eyes a few times, looking at the crowd that disappeared without a trace, feeling very at a loss for what to do with the mess.

"W-what's the situation?" He asked, "Didn't I just close my eyes?" Could it be that he has time-traveled?

Yang Zekui laughed at him mercilessly: "Hahahaha! Take a closer look, your heaven was so frightened that it carried the locomotive and ran away overnight when it heard your words."

Zhang Zhushi: "...you shut up."