The landlord fools me every day

The self-study bell rang, and Old Wu walked in: "Well, I wasted everyone's time for a few minutes."

He sorted out the several forms in his hand: "Everyone pass on the name stickers, and then write your own name on it, and put your student number on the upper left corner of your desk."

As he spoke, he looked down at the grade sheets in his hand, and swiped his fingers lightly a few times.

"Because our school pays more attention to rankings, so after each exam, we will rearrange the positions according to the rankings, and because the workload is relatively large, so if the ranking changes within [-], the school will send manpower to help you move. Desks, chairs and your things, then you just need to put all your books, schoolbags and other items in your desks."

Then, he said: "Everyone's grade slips also have the ranking of this monthly exam, plus which class and which seat they will go to after rearranging. Everyone can just follow their grade slips to find their own class. And the location is fine.”

"Okay." He cleared his throat, "The students whose names I have registered will quickly clean up. We have to change classes now, and the same is true for other students of this class. Then——Zhang Zhushi, Yang Zekui. Hurry up Organize your belongings, and then the two of you will work together to move there, the destination is the third floor, Class [-]."

Zhang Zhushi from the salted fish stall sat up in shock from his dying illness: "Move there by yourself?!"

He slapped the table suddenly, raised his finger in disbelief and pointed at Yang Zekui, who was expressionless beside him, and then pointed to himself: "Old... Teacher, you, you really want us to move this pile of desks and chairs to the third floor ?!"

Old Wu!We are on the first floor!Such a mass of clumsy things!Don't make such jokes with us out of breath!

Zhang Zhushi wailed in his heart: Old Wu!Please be sober! !

Yang Zekui didn't take it seriously: "Move, just move, what's the big deal."

Zhang Zhushi looked at him speechlessly: "..." Please shut up.

When he was moving things, Bai Wanlin and Hu Yushang who joined in to help voluntarily didn't know who started it first, and they ran towards Zhang Zhushi's family inexplicably.

"I heard from them that you are an orphan?" Bai Wanlin asked.

Hu and Shang suddenly glanced at the straight-eyed person opposite, and helped to smooth things over: "He speaks more straightforwardly, and he has no brains. Don't take it to heart when you are young."

Zhang Zhushi shook his head: "No."

It's just that he was surprised: "Who said I was an orphan?" He remembered that he only mentioned this to Bai Xiaofei at the beginning, how did other people know?

Hu Heshang and Bai Wanlin looked at each other quietly, and tacitly did not answer the question, but chose to change the subject: "Will you all have to sit near the teacher and the podium in the future?"

Yang Zekui, who had been quietly holding the things in his hand, suddenly said, "It should."

"Ah, that's it." Bai Wanlin laughed dryly.

After that, several people fell into an unreasonable silence.

After moving tables and chairs, Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui were finally able to sit in the first and second seats of class one to take a rest.

"Huh—" Zhang Zhushi shook his collar and fanned the wind, and slapped Yang Zekui next to him angrily with his fiery palms, "I said, the principal of this school who came up with this method must be sick."

Suddenly, the originally noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground.

"Ahem." The principal who walked in from outside coughed twice, and then walked in slowly, "Well, I think people who use this method are also thinking about your academic performance." The person who adopted this method said truthfully Justify yourself.

Unexpectedly, in the quiet room, Zhang Zhushi, who was so tired and steaming, didn't feel the slightest strangeness or strangeness at all, and immediately denied the man's words: "No, no! Anyone who wants to follow this method is an idiot!"

Yang Zekui smiled suddenly, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and did not stop him from speaking freely.

The principal listened, looked at their seats, and didn't care about them.Anyway, he came here just to see what kind of two dark horses caused quite a stir among the students and teachers.

After all, he didn't intend to break anything, so he turned around and planned to leave.

All of a sudden, the two of them followed Old Wu who had come to have a look, and said, "Hey? Principal? You're here too, what a coincidence!"

Immediately, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

At the same time, it was Zhang Zhushi's pale face after a sudden realization.

School, principal?Then didn't he just scold him in person for being stupid, stupid? !

Oh~ his dear God, why do you always make such heart-pounding jokes with him?

With a sound of "pound dong", Zhang Zhushi rolled his eyes and passed out.Fortunately, Yang Zekui, who was nearby, quickly helped him, so that his forehead did not hit the hard table.

——But it’s almost the same.

The forehead is immune to it, but the chin is not necessarily.

When he woke up, Zhang Zhushi was sprawled on the hospital bed, dizzy and convulsive.Especially the chin still hurts like hell, as if it was dislocated.

"Hiss—" He raised his side to cover his head and jaw, and what came from his body was an indescribable sourness.

What the hell?How did he get into the infirmary?Could it be that the principal was furious and beat him up?

"Hey, it's impossible!" As soon as this idea came up, he quickly denied himself, and couldn't help laughing at his own brain hole.

The principal was angry, but if he really looked at so many eyes at that time and slapped him hard, Zhang Zhushi probably wouldn't be able to be the principal.

"What's impossible?" Yang Zekui lifted the curtain, and suddenly handed over a bottle of water, "Yes." He signaled the person on the hospital bed to take the water in his hand to drink with his eyes.

Zhang Zhu was stupefied, only after seeing the mineral water in his hand did he realize that his throat was very dry and itchy, and he urgently needed to drink water.

He didn't even have time to say thank you, he grabbed the water handed over by Yang Zekui, unscrewed the bottle and drank a few gulps.

On the way of swallowing, because he drank in a hurry, a lot of water overflowed from the corner of Zhang Zhushi's mouth, and then slid down to his neck with his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Ha—" After drinking, Zhang Zhushi took a few breaths feeling a little tired.After finishing, he said to Yang Zekui standing beside him, "Thank you."

Yang Zekui smiled: "You're welcome." Anyway, this is just atonement for his sins from last night.

Zhang Zhushi, who didn't quite notice the deviation in his tone, twisted the lid, put the water bottle on the side cabinet, and lay on his back on the soft bed to take a nap.

"I'm so sleepy." And I'm so tired, I feel like I want to sleep.

Zhang Zhushi squinted his eyes, and was suddenly awakened by Yang Zekui's slap on his thigh while half asleep and half awake: "Don't sleep, it's time to eat."

"Eat?" Zhang Zhushi raised his eyes in a daze, and looked at him reluctantly, "I don't want to eat, let me sleep for a while."

"No." Yang Zekui flatly refused, "There is still gym class in the afternoon, and you will be unbearable if you don't eat."

Having said that, Zhang Zhushi wanted to ask: "Why did I enter the infirmary?"

"Uh--this," Yang Zekui asked Ai Ai, "here, just like this."

Seeing him like this, Zhang Zhushi sat up suddenly, and glanced sharply at the guy in front of him who dodged his gaze: "Say! I came in because of you!"

I go? !

Yang Zekui was shocked and wondered why Zhang Zhushi just woke up, but he could get to the point when he asked.

"No, no." Anyway, if there is no evidence, there is nothing you can do about him if you refuse to admit him.

Unfortunately...

Bai Wanlin and Hu Heshang pushed the door in, opened their mouths and said, "Yang Kui, are you awake yet? He was dropped by you yesterday, and he is probably still asleep right now—yo, he's already awake?"

"F-fall down the stairs?" Zhang Zhushi murmured and repeated these words, his eyes full of surprise, "I, me, why did I fall downstairs?!" You won't be fooled by him, right? !

His brain is very precious and important, hey!

After complaining indignantly in his heart, Zhang Zhushi fell back and prepared to continue sleeping.

That's all, nothing that bothers me is as important as taking the time to get back to sleep.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—

He suddenly sat up from the bed, with a panicked face: "What time is it?!" He forgot to bring something for Li Jiaping!

Yang Zekui looked at the watch dial after hearing the sound: "There is still more than half an hour before the lunch break."

"Huh?!" His eyes widened, his fingers tightly entangled with the bedding and refused to let go.

It's over, it's over, I must have missed the time!And the morning has passed long ago, and it is now noon!

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Zekui put his shoulder on his shoulder and gently tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, "I don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense." He really felt strange.

"It's too late!" Zhang Zhushi murmured, and he quickly got off the bed while repeating the words twice, "It's too late!!"

Looking at the back of Zhang Zhushi who ran out in a panic, the people present in the infirmary were all in a dazed state.

Looking at each other, several people silently shrugged their shoulders tacitly, expressing that they don't know why the kid suddenly went crazy.

"Li Jiaping! Li Jiaping!"

Before he saw Zhang Zhu, his calling came to Yang Zekui's ears from afar.

He narrowed his brows and eyes almost imperceptibly, and he stepped forward to find Zhang Zhu with his voice: "Come to the cafeteria and don't eat, instead of doing business?"

Zhang Zhushi, who was in a hurry, didn't answer, but staggered Yang Zekui's probing gaze, selectively ignored his weird and gloomy tone, and looked around to find Li Jiaping's location.

"Hey!" Yang Zekui grabbed his wrist, "I'm talking to you!"

Zhang Zhushi perfunctorily withdrew his hand from Yang Zekui's palm: "Oh, I heard it, you go to dinner with Wan Lin and the others first, and I'll go there later."

Yang Zekui pursed his lips tightly, and his voice involuntarily dropped a few degrees lower than usual: "What are you going to do?" The good interrogative sentence was turned into a declarative sentence by Yang Zekui's low pressure.

Aware of the delicate relationship between Yang Zekui and Li Jiaping, Zhang Zhushi touched the tip of his nose when he heard the words, and said vaguely, "Go, find someone."

"Look for Li Jiaping?" Yang Zekui's eyes were burning, "What makes him better than me." It was another interrogative sentence with a declarative meaning.

Zhang Zhushi glanced at more and more people who were looking at them, and he didn't understand why the apparently normal conversation had changed inexplicably under their gaze.

Uh, kind of weird.

This should be a disease that needs to be cured.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhushi, who didn't grasp the strength well, patted Yang Zekui on the shoulder exaggeratingly, and said in a solemn and calm voice: "Tiezi! I'll go back as soon as I go! Don't miss me during this period!"

Yang Zekui frowned in confusion: "Are you okay? Did you take your medicine when you came out?"

Zhang Zhushi immediately took a deep breath and then held his breath: "..." Don't get angry, don't get angry, there is no one to replace you when you get sick.