The landlord fools me every day

After Yang Zekui left, Zhang Zhushi hugged his pillow and looked quietly at the closed door for a few seconds.

In the end, he just smiled lightly: "You show such low-level tell's feet again and again, you should let me say something."

"Huh—" He took a long breath, opened the window to let in some air, "It's better to install a privacy screen."

Smiling softly, Zhang Zhushi scratched at his already messy hair, his eyebrows tightened.

He couldn't tell what kind of deception Yang Zekui was going to try to do to him, in short, it would just make him look stupid.

At that time, after he knew that the guy was taken away by his father, he spent a lot of effort to go to his house to bail him out, and the result--that's it?

He looked up at the night sky full of stars and sighed quietly.

With the warm summer breeze blowing, Zhang Zhushi closed his eyelids for a long time before closing the windows and going to bed.

Although he thought he was dull, he was not a fool.

Dad's sudden decision a year ago, together with Yang Zekui and all the coincidences that happened behind him, all made him suspect that there might be something behind this shady transaction.

As far as he learned, his father Zhang Yonghui didn't have the temperament to let his son participate in this kind of open and secret fighting, and his elder brother who was away from home all the year round was also the same, and he definitely wouldn't be the kind to follow and get involved in such complicated things good temper.

You know, that guy was once forced by his young and stubborn self to attend a certain large-scale commercial reception, and then at that undercurrent surging reception, he was fearless and disdainful to bow his head to any rule. The elder brother directly threw a table of fine wine, and then cursed the arrogant elder sister who taunted him and himself as a stupid brother all over the place.

Since then, the reputation of his eight-year-old elder brother has spread greatly, and no one thinks that it is okay to act strangely in front of the two young and innocent people.

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhang Zhushi's mouth twitched when he was nestled in the quilt.

His brother, in some respects... is really pungent.

"Pfft!" Thinking of the word "pungent", and then automatically thinking of Zhang Hezhi's previous appearance of being savage and putting freedom first, he couldn't help laughing, "Puff ha ha ha ha!"

It's so funny!

Why is his big brother so pungent, hahahaha!Obviously, everyone in the family has a docile and docile personality, so why did Zhang Hezhi have such a temper hahahaha!

The more he thought about it, the more funny Zhang Zhushi's bed was shaking, and his brain was a little hypoxic from laughing.

It seemed that there was some kind of telepathy between the brothers. Zhang Hezhi, who was playing games at Bai Xiaofei's house at that time, suddenly sneezed loudly: "Ah!"

He took the tissue that Bai Xiaofei handed over, wiped his nose, and pouted in doubt, "Who is scolding me?"

Bai Xiaofei teased at the side: "Who else is there, usually it's because you're so 'missing' at this point, it's because you were young."

Zhang Hezhi curled his lips and dismissed it dismissively: "Just keep playing games when he's young."

"Alright~" Bai Xiaofei changed his position on the sofa, and at the same time, he turned around in a charming tone.

When I arrived at school the next day, everyone in the class looked very happy, chirping and chattering around.

Before Zhang Zhushi entered the door, he checked the class card before entering: Well, Class 11.

In the last week of the first year of high school, besides the final exam, the summer vacation after this exam is really exciting.

Zhang Zhushi put down his schoolbag, sat down and sorted out the review materials, and then lay down on the table for a nap.

Laughing too much last night caused his stomach to hurt for a long time. As a result, he slept very lightly in the middle of the night. If he moved a little, he would be awakened by the sore muscles, and he couldn't let him have a good rest at all.

Yang Zekui, noticing that the people around him were catching up on sleep, asked while drinking the newly opened mineral water, "Did you have a good rest last night?"

Zhang Zhushi's voice sounded a bit muffled: "Almost."

"Almost?" Yang Zekui laughed, "Some are even worse, for example, did you go to steal chickens and dogs last night?"

"..." Zhang Zhushi raised his eyelids, and glanced lightly at the guy next to him who was sticking his head and talking frivolously, "I don't want to talk to you."

After saying this sentence, he took his gaze back, closed his eyes and continued to catch up on sleep.

Afterwards, Yang Zekui didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just quietly looked at Zhang Zhushi's sleeping face, and his gaze slowly moved from the corners of his lips, the tip of his nose, and the center of his eyebrows to the thick and trembling eyelashes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—

Time ticked by.

Suddenly, Yang Zekui's gaze met Zhang Zhushi who opened his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Zhushi closed his eyelids and buried his head in his arms while saying, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui, who was dragged back from his thoughts, coughed a few times, and turned his head dryly: "No, you misread."

Zhang Zhushi snorted, but didn't reveal the embarrassment behind his blunt mouth.

"Hey! Zhang Zhushi!" In the chaotic background sound, a sullen voice suddenly sounded, "Get out of here!"

Looking up lazily, Zhang Zhushi saw Li Jiaping following behind the angry man.

Zhang Zhushi, who was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, frowned: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" The man lowered his voice, spoke hoarsely, and bent over to approach Zhang Zhushi, who was half lying on the table, "Young Master, I shouldn't have to tell you the scandalous things you did in front of so many people. Can you repeat it?"

When Zhang Zhu heard this, his brows furrowed a little deeper.He skipped over the person he had never seen before, and glanced directly at Li Jiaping who was standing a few steps behind him, "What do you want to do?"

He endured it once or twice, as if nothing had happened. Anyway, it was indeed his own inappropriate way of handling things that gave others a chance to catch him.

Of course, so he also willingly admitted.

But the point is, now Li Jiaping still wants to come three or four times?

If he really wants to score a few times, Li Jiaping will not bother Zhang Zhu, but he will also bother him.

"Li Jiaping." He sat up a little straighter, without any stage fright, brought five or six tall men to him, and said clearly with a solemn face, "As for the truth of my rumors, you, as the person who dominates public opinion and stirs up waves, Naturally, you are the one who knows best. So, I don't want to say too much, as long as you understand it in your heart. "

As he said that, Zhang Zhushi raised one corner of his mouth and tilted his head with a sneering smile: "Li Jiaping, I'm really speechless for you, you, you, is it really so incapable of distinguishing right from wrong?"

Yang Zekui watched all this quietly from the sidelines, not only rubbing the pages of the book with his fingertips, but a faint smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

I always feel that the good show that has been laid out for so long is about to begin.

Zhang Zhushi disdainfully glanced at the people around him, and took out his mobile phone to quickly swipe a few times, zooming in on the headline with his name on it for the people around him to see.

"School bar, entertainment, news, headlines?" Zhang Zhu couldn't help but sneer when he read the places where his name was reported, "They all say that I am the son of so-and-so, the younger brother of so-and-so, and so-and-so's so-and-so, plus the following All kinds of keywords, such as 'school violence', 'rich young master', 'playboy' and so on - ouch, I'm really convinced."

Zhang Zhushi smiled and shook his head, expressing helplessness.

"Everyone," Zhang Zhushi threw his phone on the table, folded his arms and leaned back on the chair behind him, "Many of the things you see are fake and processed second-hand, and the gossip you read about me When you were watching, did you ever doubt for a moment, wondering if what you saw was really what actually happened?"

After a pause, he changed his expression again, "Or, do you really think that I am that kind of person? After all, if you search for my name and scroll down, you will find many contradictions. Information...information. For example, there is an article saying that I like dogs more, and another article saying that I like cats more-these information are contradictory, and they are not from my own mouth."

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath: "Students, I really don't want to say much about this kind of thing, because I am neither a star nor a person with outstanding ability in a certain field. Since a lot of the content of this article is not from my mouth, it means that a large part of these things may be fake.

Of course, if someone just wants to read these, it’s okay for me, I’m fine, you can watch it, it has nothing to do with me.Anyway, the person you see in these scraps of information on the Internet is probably just a virtual 'me', not the real me, so I'm very, very—doesn't matter. "

After talking a lot, Zhang Zhushi raised his eyes and smiled at the boy closest to him; "To put it simply, if someone is used as a gun offline, I am willing to use my method to bring him back to reality. Let some people understand that the 'Zhang Zhushi' in their eyes is not Zhang Zhushi."

After Zhang Zhushi said these words, he remained silent, and no one was the first to break the weird atmosphere.

At that time, Yang Zekui, who was immersed in this silent pantomime, evened the inconspicuous corners of his mouth.

On his hand, the finger he was rubbing just now also stopped moving, and his heart was complicated.

It's not that this scene is not enjoyable to watch, it's just that it deviates from the plot he envisioned at the beginning.

He originally thought that Zhang Zhushi would choose to directly slap the other party in the face, such as talking about what he said to him in the dormitory before, showing at a high level that he is not the same type of person as them, or using a gentle The way revealed the fact that Li Jiaping had framed him.

But in fact, it is not entirely so.

Zhang Zhushi's specific counterattack method seems to cleverly include the two methods Yang Zekui conjectured above, but he vaguely feels that there is another metaphor behind his explicit statement.

It seemed that the main purpose of Zhang Zhushi's words was to use others as an excuse to remind him secretly of something?

——"To put it simply, if someone is used as a gun offline, I am willing to use my method to bring him back to reality, so that some people can understand that the 'Zhang Zhushi' in their eyes is not Zhang Zhushi."

Yang Zekui frowned and thought about Zhang Zhushi's words carefully, and then connected with a lot of things he said before, he couldn't help but feel more certain about the idea that there might be some metaphors in Zhang Zhushi's words.

He felt that Zhang Zhushi must have discovered something, but he didn't say it all the time.

As for the specific step he found, Yang Zekui has no way of knowing.

And these words imply something to remind or warn him, Yang Zekui has not yet understood what it is.

Unpredictable, he felt himself becoming somewhat passive.