The landlord fools me every day

"Idiot." Yang Zekui stretched out his hand speechlessly, "Get up."

Even so, there was a soft smile in his crooked eyes that even he didn't realize.

After borrowing Yang Zekui's strength to stand up from the ground, Zhang Zhushi, who realized it later, suddenly jumped him long, and immediately put on a defensive look.

wrong!He's still in a cold war with this guy!

As long as Yang Zekui doesn't apologize to him for one day, Zhang Zhushi won't forgive him for one more day!

Making this idea a little more firm in his heart, Zhang Zhushi pouted his lips, turned around and left.

Yang Zekui looked at his mouth so pouted that it could hang a teapot, and squinted his eyes unconsciously: "...how did I offend this young master?"

I don't understand.

In the following games, Zhang Zhushi stayed away from Yang Zekui except when he was forced to stay with Yang Zekui for a while during the competition, and avoided him the rest of the time.

Uh, in fact, in Yang Zekui's eyes, Zhang Zhushi's avoidance from himself is not really hiding, it's more like hating him because of something, and he hates him like he doesn't want to see him again in this life.

The day after the sports meeting, Yang Zekui felt wronged with a bitter face when he saw Zhang Zhu who hurriedly got up and slipped out of the classroom after class.

Although I teased him as a prank before, but how can I say that the two of them are also at the same table and roommates, and we will see each other without looking up, why do we have to take those little things so seriously?

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui became inexplicably aggrieved again, and his heart became tense.

Really!What a young master!Can't even make a joke? !Do I have to wait for him to coax him or what? !

cut!impossible!He, Yang Zekui, is not the kind of person who would bow his head to anyone!

Not even if that kid is his target!

"Hey." When the class bell rang, Zhang Zhushi dawdled and sat back beside him. Yang Zekui pretended to be careless and pushed him a bottle of drink, "Uh——"

Zhang Zhushi looked at him sideways, and stubbornly put his hand against the bottle of drink and pushed it back in the opposite direction: "I'm not thirsty."

Yang Zekui shook his head, then pushed it over: "No, you're thirsty."

Zhang Zhushi: "I'm not thirsty."

Yang Zekui: "No, you're thirsty."

Zhang Zhushi: "I'm not thirsty!"

Yang Zekui: "No, you're thirsty!"

After fighting back and forth for a few times, the commotion between the two became louder and louder, and more and more eyes in the class were fixed on the two of them.

Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui looked at each other tensely, with anger that could not be concealed.

In the end, the two did not continue to fight.

In the next second, Zhang Zhushi also seemed to have figured something out, grabbed the drink in Yang Zekui's hand, quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip: "I'm thirsty!"

Yang Zekui frowned: "..."

He wondered if Zhang Zhushi simply wanted to fight against him.

When it was the turn of the self-study class, the head teacher came over and presented the individual awards and rewards in the next sports meeting.

On the way, Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui, who were receiving the award, fought secretly and publicly.

The class teacher laughed.

In his opinion, this picture is very similar. The two of them quarreling on stage is a serious matter, and winning an award is just a matter of chance.

He smiled dryly and spoke to control the situation, silently rejoicing that the relationship between the two was not so serious yesterday when they took the stage to accept the award in front of the whole school.

"Haha, let's congratulate Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui two students, they are both our great contributors to the second place in the whole year."

"Paji Paji", the applause continued below.

However, the struggle between Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui stopped.

They looked at each other, turned to look at the class teacher, and said in shock: "Second?!"

The head teacher's smile froze: "Yes, yes, didn't the principal announce it himself at the awards ceremony yesterday?"

Okay, both of you have already received awards on stage, but you didn't even hear your class ranking? !

The young head teacher secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and did not intend to haggle with them at this time.

Everyone has their strengths.

The grades of the first class are among the best, but the sports are slightly behind other classes.

If there were no dark horses Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui in this sports meeting, their overall ranking in the first class is estimated to be at least [-] or [-], which is an absolute mid-lower level.

For the remaining few days, both Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui had a very stubborn temper and did not speak to each other.

This tense situation lasted until the moment when Zhang Zhushi normally went to work part-time on the weekend.

As always, even though the two didn't want to pay attention to each other recently, Zhang Zhushi still came to take pictures for money, and Yang Zekui also came here to see someone in a new outfit.

There is no way, Zhang Zhushi is short of money to eat, and Yang Zekui, who lives a busy life, only has this little hobby.

And, although but, but though—he had to watch Zhang Zhushi.

Otherwise, with Zhang Zhushi's sesame-sized head, he couldn't guarantee that this guy would not be used and framed by Yang Anping and others who were out of his sight.

Speaking of this intention, Yang Zekui turned on his phone again, went to WeChat and clicked on the chat box with Bai Xiaofei.

After typing for a long time, when he was about to press the send button, he began to hesitate.

—Can you kick him out next?

Yang Zekui rested his fingertips on the phone screen, staring at this sentence for a long time, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

In the blink of an eye just now, he suddenly understood one thing.

In the final analysis, he was actually just using Zhang Zhushi, no different from other guys who coveted the Zhang family's big piece of meat.

Even if the overall purpose is slightly different, no matter how you say it, using it is still using it.

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui held his breath.

Pausing the messy thoughts in his mind for a few seconds, he sank down and pressed the send button.

There was a reply soon.

Short and punchy, unconditionally trusting and supporting his decision as always: Good.

Yang Zekui stared at the word for a while longer, then calmly withdrew his gaze, and looked at Zhang Zhushi who was not far away.

This time, Zhang Zhushi happened to be wearing a set of street style clothes, which roughly looked a bit like the one he gave Yang Zekui before.

But the similarity is only one or two points.

As a lover of researching and collecting all kinds of clothing for many years, Yang Zekui found out when Zhang Zhushi selected and sent him the suit——

The price of that suit was high, and the quality of its beauty could not even be easily measured by money, otherwise it would be too vulgar.

Yang Zekui didn't know what to think at the time, so Zhang Zhushi accepted it as he wished.

Now that I think about it, it seems that the messy boy was a little bit at a loss.

"Tsk tsk," he put his fingertips into his hair, and smiled softly, "it seems that I have to pay you well in the future."

Obviously, the young master Zhang Zhushi couldn't detect the difference between these clothes and clothes at all.

Things that are priceless in the eyes of others seem to be normal to him.In his eyes, those things are probably just a few sets of clothes, which are wearable and look good.

interesting.

Thinking of this, the arc of Yang Zekui's mouth gradually widened.

At this time, the shopkeeper came over with a smile to talk to him, and he was familiar with Zhang Zhushi's praise: "Hehe, when he was young, he looked very good dressed like this, it seems that he is very energetic."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui stopped the gaze that had been on Zhang Zhushi, and touched his nose with a guilty conscience: "It's okay." No matter how good-looking he is, how much energy is there.

The smile on the shopkeeper's face never faded.

He raised his hand and patted Yang Zekui's shoulder, intentionally or unintentionally, said: "He was a very honest child when he was young, and he would try his best to repay anyone who was kind to him. I believe that he especially wanted to hear his fellow Let the table praise him for his recognition."

Yang Zekui pouted awkwardly, but didn't answer.

After speaking, the shopkeeper smiled kindly again, and then left to do other things.

Frowning and feeling depressed for a while, Yang Zekui looked up at Zhang Zhushi under the spotlight again.

——Uh, actually he thinks that kid looks a little bit good-looking.

However, he just didn't want to admit it.As a small and respectable boss, when he exaggerated his wishes in front of others, he always felt a little stretched.

And the point is, he and that guy are currently in a cold war.

Therefore, he must not boast!You can't follow other people's words and show a little bit, thinking that Zhang Zhushi looks good in that suit!

That's too much!

He wants to keep his aloof and noble personality!

Thinking about it, a storm broke out in his head, and Yang Zekui, who was lost in thought, suddenly met Zhang Zhushi's eyes.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes, and then quickly turned his head away.

High cold, high cold!He has to keep cool!

He is the coldest cub in the world!Born with the aura of the Arctic Circle!

That's right, that's right!

"boss."

Zhang Zhushi, who was self-hypnotizing over and over again to confirm his Bingshan character design, had been sulking at him for the past few days and refused to talk to him, but came over and called him first.

"Huh? What, what's the matter?" Completely subconsciously, Yang Zekui looked up at him.

In an instant, he fell into Zhang Zhushi's amorous eyes.

"Boss," Zhang Zhushi called him again, without any emotion in his eyes, "please invite me to dinner."

Yang Zekui, who was still in a daze a second ago, narrowed his eyes slightly: "..." Good guy, I dare to say that this kid is just here to eat and drink.

On the way out, Zhang Zhushi didn't say anything, but occasionally responded "um", "oh", "yes", "you're right" to Yang Zekui's question, which made Yang Zekui really angry, but he couldn't find it. There is no reason to vent it out on the bright side.

Zhang Zhushi, who was walking in front shaking his shoulders with his trouser pockets in his pockets, stopped suddenly.

Turning his head, Yang Zekui bumped into his chest suddenly.

"Tsk!" Yang Zekui, who was clutching his forehead and feeling extremely aggrieved, clicked his tongue, "Are you sick?! Can you walk well?!"

Zhang Zhushi puffed his mouth, tilted his head and said innocently: "Boss, can't we go there by car?"

Yang Zekui rolled his eyes at him: "I can't go."

"Ah?" Zhang Zhushi didn't understand what he said, "What do you mean?"

Yang Zekui shrugged: "Because I didn't intend to take you to an ordinary place for dinner."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhu was stupefied, he couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple up and down, and after a few seconds he was able to utter a complete sentence: "You, where are you going to take me to eat?"

Couldn't it be a really unusual, unusual, and unprofessional place? !Is there a hell on earth where there is no return? !