The landlord fools me every day

At the starting line, Zhang Zhushi is ready to go like an arrow on the string.

"boom!"

When the gun rang, he also rushed out like a bullet fired.

He ran very fast, and he opened a short distance from the others before he started.

And as he continued to approach the finish line, Zhang Zhushi, who finally crossed the finish line by a large chunk of others, ran forward a few steps due to spare energy, and finally slowed down his pace.

After cooperating with the teacher nearby to record the grades, Zhang Zhushi was put on the shoulder by Bai Wanlin who came over from the side: "Not bad, I heard that the school record was broken."

The ups and downs of Zhang Zhushi's chest gradually calmed down: "That's right, don't you look at who was running just now?"

"Three, two, one!"

Zhang Zhushi and the others heard the reputation and saw that the next group had already started to compete.

"boom!"

This group includes Yang Zekui.

"Hehe, I don't know what kind of results that kid will achieve." Zhang Zhushi touched his chin and said slyly.

Hu Heshang came over with the list of projects on the side, looked at it and said, "Why did he apply for the same project with you? And there is no more, no less, just right?"

Bai Wanlin smiled and poked him with his elbow: "Hey, our desire to win when we were young~"

Hu Yushang's muffled sound was mixed into the deliberately elongated ending sound.

Zhang Zhushi gave Hu Heshang a head, and said seriously: "Take care of him!"

Hu Heshang, who was covering his head, pouted aggrievedly: "Please, he said it and not I. Why did you hit me?"

Zhang Zhushi chuckled, and caught off guard and gave him a "bang bang le" on the forehead: "Isn't it because you started the good start first."

"Wow!" There was a burst of exclamation among the crowd.

Several people heard the sound and looked, and then followed the gaze of those people and cast their gazes to Yang Zekui.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay: "What happened to him?"

"Break the new school record." Li Jiaping, who came over at some unknown time, said quietly.

"Break a new school record?" Zhang Zhushi's eyes sank, he was too shocked to speak, "Isn't that—"

Unexpectedly, before the words came out, Yang Zekui walked over and asked, "Huh?"

Immediately, he quickly stopped his voice.

No, no, he has to act like he doesn't care and is very indifferent.

"Nothing." He replied coldly, and then asked Bai Wanlin next to him, "Is there any water?"

Bai Wanlin swallowed, looked at him, then at Yang Zekui, not knowing what to say.

So Zhang Zhushi asked again: "I said, is there any water?"

Yang Zekui squeezed his arm funnyly and raised his hand: "Is there any water? What is this bottle in your hand?"

Zhang Zhushi hesitated to excuse himself: "Then, that's because this bottle of water has been left in the sun for too long, so it's hot, hot!"

The corner of Yang Zekui's mouth twitched: "...OK." What he said really made sense, but he was speechless.

Taking advantage of the time before the next project, Zhang Zhushi dragged Yang Zekui to the canteen.

Then, taking it for granted, he pressed the freezer with his finger: "I want this ice cream!"

Yang Zekui laughed: "Why, the young master wants to prostitute with me for nothing?"

Zhang Zhushi nodded seriously: "Yes. The great law of sex - the art of whoring for nothing."

"Sex, the great law of sex?" Yang Zekui glanced up and down at Zhang Zhu, and finally rested his gaze on his face, "Where is the astringency?"

"...Be normal." He took a deep breath, "I'm talking about the color of the color."

Yang Zekui shrugged: "Then you have no face either."

Zhang Zhushi still looked at him calmly, calling him sincerely, "Boss."

"..." After a moment of silence, Yang Zekui compromised, "Okay, okay, I really lost to you."

As he said that, he threw the meal card in his pocket to the guy opposite who had put on a smile: "Eat less, don't come to uncle."

Zhang Zhushi grabbed Yang Zekui's meal card and fixed his eyes on the ice cream he liked: "Hey, no, no."

Later, Yang Zekui, who bought other small snacks for Zhang Zhushi, turned the meal card in his hand, and his eyes fell on the crowd in the distance.

As if asking unintentionally, he stopped pinching the meal card in his hand: "How do I feel—you have been walking around me today?"

Zhang Zhushi, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, was suddenly taken aback by his words, and coughed several times: "Cough, cough, cough! Say, what are you talking about! Isn't it just because I reported the same project as you Well!"

And what the hell is Song Buli? !Can't you guys be more precise with your words? !

Doesn't Songbubuli refer to the harmonious relationship between husband and wife, and generally refers to the good relationship between the two? !Can you brat stop using such potentially ambiguous words? !

Zhang Zhushi pursed his lips silently, then gnawed the chicken leg in his hand a few times.

That's it.

Yang Zekui has been secretly in love with him for so many years, it is probably quite normal to secretly take advantage of this kind of verbal, as long as he does not take these small details of his heart too much.

Anyway, as long as he's not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

As for this other person, since it was Yang Zekui, with his thick skin, he probably wouldn't feel embarrassed.

So rounding up, there will be no embarrassment between the two, so Zhang Zhushi can relax and do what he should do as usual, as long as he comes freely.

The next project for the two is the long jump.

After checking in, you entered the venue directly.

There was a fairly long queue, and Zhang Zhushi, who hadn't yet had his turn, subtly squatted under Yang Zekui's shadow, panting with his tongue out.

So hot--

Zhang Zhushi was about to explode.

How did it take so long, the temperature climbed so fast, as if something was chasing it.

Yang Zekui, who quickly noticed this, covered the heads of the people around him with his hands, and then joked, "You look like a big dog."

Immediately, Zhang Zhushi slapped him with a slash: "You are like a big dog." Putting the tip of his tongue back, he said.

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Zhushi felt that the breath he exhaled was hot.

And that's exactly what happened.

Even as time went by, he became more and more dizzy from the heat, and he felt that his left foot was deep and the right foot was shallow.

Hiding in the shadow of Yang Zekui, Zhang Zhushi, who kept fanning the wind with his hands, finally waited for his first appearance.

After standing up unsteadily, he stretched his ankle with Yang Zekui.After waiting for the muscles to relax, he stood on the starting line, and then jumped hard——

"Hey! That student! Although you dance very well, this is the standing long jump, not the triple jump!" The teacher next to him was helpless and annoyed.

If Zhang Zhushi could have stopped at the first jump just now, his grades would at least be among the top three among this group of students.

Tsk, what a pity.

Zhang Zhushi scratched his head and didn't turn the corner: "But, isn't this a trial jump?"

Hearing this, the teacher froze for a moment, showing embarrassment: "Yes, yes, so I want you not to be distracted when officially entering the grades!"

Yang Zekui smiled lightly: "Teacher, your reminders are good."

The teacher condensed his words, answered vaguely "nothing" and then indicated that it was the next Yang Zekui's turn to try jumping.

Yang Zekui's movements were neat and clean, without any sloppiness, and the results he gave were quite good.

The teacher nodded in approval, and then asked them to come again after a round of trial jumps.

When the results of the official rounds began to be counted, Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui were evenly matched and won the second and first place.

"Damn!" Zhang Zhushi snorted, took the water from Bai Wanlin, walked to the side of the cool place, and chattered, "Why are you so ahead of me by a little, a little, a little, a little—"

The last few pauses caused Yang Zekui to curl his eyelashes: "Naturally, it's because of unspeakable fate."

Zhang Zhushi watched him quietly with a sip of water in his mouth, puffing his cheeks, and there seemed to be a sentence written on his face: pretend, keep pretending.

Speaking of which, Zhang Zhushi really felt that Yang Zekui and Bai Xiaofei were somewhat similar in some places.

For example: the same will fool people.

However, as Bai Xiaofei is his dear landlord, Zhang Zhushi's serious deception towards Bai Xiaofei can still be taken away with a smile.

But the attitude towards Yang Zekui is different.

Zhang Zhushi gently rolled his Adam's apple up and down, swallowed the water in his mouth, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue: "Stupid." His mouth was still unrelenting.

Yang Zekui raised his eyebrows, not paying much attention: "Rebound."

Zhang Zhushi turned his head away when he heard the words: "..." He was very kind and didn't want to argue with childish fools.

After the first two projects, the two of them had nothing to do in the morning. They basically just walked around and joined in the fun.

When they meet Bai Wanlin and the others who are chatting in other classes by chance, they will both be surprised and sigh: "Wow! I didn't expect the relationship between the two of you to be so good."

Every time, Zhang Zhushi wanted to say: "Who has a good relationship with him! And why do you always show up in other classes! Isn't it not allowed to mix classes?!"

Every time, he replied truthfully.

And almost every time, his rebuttal would provoke Yang Zekui's teasing chuckle, and more probing gazes from the surroundings on the two of them.

Over time, after repeated several times, Zhang Zhushi learned to be good at the end, and learned to keep silent in the face of other people's teasing.

Too much to say.

If this is the case, it is better to let him be a mute who can talk but is silent.

Sometimes, his answer is not important, what matters is how much attention others put on them.

The more eye-catching it is, the farther and farther others' inherent guesses about the two will drift, and the more outrageously they will deviate from the real answer.

Anyway, under the choice between bad and bad, Zhang Zhushi thinks that it is better to choose a relatively friendly way to himself.

With this in mind, Zhang Zhushi also intends to further reduce the "badness" brought about by his current practice from the root cause.

"Yang Kui," he nudged the people sitting beside him watching the game with his elbow, "I'll go somewhere else, you wait for me here."

Yang Zekui turned his head when he heard the sound, then raised his eyebrows: "Where are you going?"

Zhang Zhushi, who got up and got up, paused when he heard the words, turned his little head on the spot and started to make up: "It's on the side, a place very close."

As he spoke, he patted Yang Zekui on the shoulder and threw his school uniform jacket to him: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Yang Zekui sat where he was, among a group of people he didn't know, and looked at Zhang Zhushi's receding back, and nodded his head very slowly: "Okay."