The landlord fools me every day

The training before the formal assessment in the afternoon is still in full swing.

But before the phalanx was lined up and ready to enter the arena, someone in the team suddenly called a report: "Report!"

The instructor frowned: "Speak."

Standing in a military posture, Zhang Zhushi, who couldn't easily turn his head to look at it, didn't know who the person reporting was. He only heard the person say: "Report to the instructor, Yang Zekui is missing!"

Then he frowned, not knowing where that guy would go in such an emergency.

"What?!" The instructor's eyes widened, and he repeatedly raised his forehead, "Really, what time is it, why are there still people running around?"

After chanting, he raised his voice and asked, "Does anyone know where Yang Zekui has gone?"

Everyone was silent.

During the silence, Zhang Zhushi heard someone's low laughter, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Everyone's positions were fine-tuned by the instructor, so Zhang Zhushi couldn't see whether Yang Zekui behind him was there or not.

He glanced at the person next to him with the corners of his mouth raised the most, and his eyes turned cold unconsciously.

So he said, "I know."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhushi was called out by the instructor with the surprised gazes of the people around him.

After being instructed to say a few words, he turned around and ran into the place where Yang Zekui might be.

There are no groves, back alleys, behind classrooms, or infirmaries.

Zhang Zhushi looked around and called Yang Zekui's name, with an unconcealable anxiety on his face.

Finally, on a tree, Zhang Zhushi looked speechlessly at Yang Zekui who was resting on a branch.

"Young Master," he said with a tinge of yin and yang, "the final assessment of the military training is about to take place. It is a critical moment for the collective honor of the class. Why did you come here?"

After waiting for a while, Zhang Zhushi saw the person on the tree slowly open his eyes and glance at him condescendingly.

Then, light words came out of his mouth: "It's none of my business."

"Master," Zhang Zhushi was even more speechless, and sighed helplessly, "You are also in this class, and you trained with us before, so why is it none of your business? Don't be so anxious to get rid of the relationship, okay? High school life has just begun."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui tilted his head and looked at him quietly for a second, then adjusted his posture and jumped down the tree.

Seeing Yang Zekui trying to cover his back, Zhang Zhushi caught up with him and held him by the shoulder: "Who did it to you?"

Yang Zekui patted his hand away: "It's none of your business, don't talk so much."

Being choked, Zhang Zhushi didn't say anything more. Anyway, what Yang Zekui said was good, and it really had nothing to do with him.

He doesn't have the energy to take care of other people's business.

After Shuangshuang played the report and entered the team, they followed the broadcast and quickly entered the arena, almost just stepping on the final timeline.

The situation was imminent, and the instructor didn't have time to say anything to Yang Zekui and the others, and kept shouting slogans in front to lead them forward.

In the first half, they all finished very well.

But in the second half, something happened suddenly on Yang Zekui's side.

Just turning backwards according to the instructor's instruction, Zhang Zhushi was hit by Yang Zekui who was facing upside down.

Zhang Zhu subconsciously reached out to catch him, and at the same time unconsciously staggered two small steps backwards, only to survive being used as a meat pad by Yang Zekui.

Looking at Yang Zekui's frowning brows and pale lips, Zhang Zhushi, who knew that his progress would not be stopped in the assessment, turned around and carried Yang Zekui on his back to lead him quickly away from the team.

Now that the situation has already happened, it is necessary to minimize the negative impact caused by it.

Yang Zekui in his current state will definitely not be able to carry out the next content, not to mention that there will be a few rounds of running exercises for all the classes in the future, and he will definitely not be able to participate.

Therefore, Zhang Zhushi set an example and took care of him personally.

Carrying Yang Zekui on his back all the way to the infirmary, Zhang Zhushi, who was running out of breath, did not forget to ridicule the unconscious Yang Zekui on his back: "You pig, you should lose weight!"

After being checked by the teacher in the infirmary, she just tapped on the keyboard with a serious face and said, "To be honest, did you guys go to fight?"

Zhang Zhushi was a little dazed, thinking that this guy was really beaten by others.

On the face, he smirked and pretended to be stupid: "No, he just fainted during the military training, so I'll bring him over to have a look."

Hearing this, the teacher flicked his neat short hair, turned his head and stared sharply at Yang Zekui who was lying on the bed: "Don't lie to me, I'm not your teacher, I'm only in charge of helping you see a doctor, I won't talk to your head teacher Small report."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Zhushi again: "I just want his exact information."

Being stared at with a guilty conscience, Zhang Zhushi scratched his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know. When I found him, he didn't look very well. Besides, he had an ankle injury, so after I found him Can clearly feel his foot hurt plus—”

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhushi suddenly shut up.

He met the gaze of the young female teacher on the opposite side, and grinned obediently: "Teacher, when I found him, he was really like this, and I don't, too, know the rest."

The more he talked, the less confident he became, the quieter he became.

The teacher snorted coldly, then lightly pulled up Yang Zekui's trouser legs to show him: "Look for yourself."

Zhang Zhushi followed the trend, and what came into view was large areas of bruises and redness on Yang Zekui's originally fair skin.

"This...so serious?!" Shocked, he reached out to lift Yang Zekui's school uniform jacket.

There is more than that.

Zhang Zhushi trembled slightly with his fingertips, and lightly touched Yang Zekui's wounded place almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly, Yang Zekui's chest pressed down violently for a moment, then slowly and deeply heaved. It was not until Yang Zekui took a few deep breaths that Yang Zekui's breathing on the bed gradually stabilized.

The teacher smiled and raised his forehead in distress: "If it's like what you said, he became like this as soon as you went, it just means that he was beaten by others."

After finishing speaking, she asked: "This time is the military training inspection in the first year of high school. When did you find him?"

Zhang Zhushi quietly clenched his fists: "The moment I entered the arena."

The teacher pondered for a moment, and then typed a few times on the keyboard: "That may be done by the seniors. He was seriously injured. I have to contact your class teacher and ask him to contact the child's parents. Ask for a leave of absence to take him to the hospital for treatment."

Zhang Zhushi, who was hesitant to speak, pursed his lips, but finally said nothing: "Okay, thank you teacher."

"It's okay." The teacher quickly took out a blank note from the drawer, quickly filled in the information on it, and handed it to Zhang Zhushi, "Please go and give it to me, I have to treat his wound briefly, and leave for now. not open."

"Got it." Holding the slip, Zhang Zhushi turned around and trotted away.

On the way, her words kept lingering in his mind and couldn't let go—"That may be done by the seniors."

At first, I thought that even if someone didn't like Yang Zekui, they could at most frighten him, but I didn't expect that someone would do it.

And it's only been a few days since school started, Yang Zekui is being targeted by the seniors?

Shaking his head, Zhang Zhu felt a little headache when he thought about it.

On the other side, the young female teacher who paid for the medicine and swiped the Zhang Zhushi card stared at the name on the card for a little thought.

After quickly running around the school, he finally found the class teacher, and after briefly explaining about Yang Zekui, Zhang Zhushi saw the chubby head teacher rubbing his chin and fell into hesitation: "This..."

"What is this?" Zhang Zhushi was puzzled, "That guy is seriously injured! What if he hurts his internal organs?! Can this matter be delayed?!"

After yelling, the calmer Zhang Zhushi scratched his head: "Hold, I'm sorry teacher, I didn't mean it."

Old Wu Wenyan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, I know you just care about him. I'm not worried about anything else, but Yang Zekui's parents."

"What happened to his parents?" Orphans?single parent?abroad?Zhang Zhushi was puzzled, and all kinds of possibilities jumped out of his mind.

"Neither of them," Old Wu shook his head, "It's just that his parents told us not to contact them when school started."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi gritted his teeth: "Then contact the rest of his family!" What are you struggling with!Please don't talk about words, please!

Immediately, the eyes of Old Wu suddenly realized: "That's right~ haha, classmate Zhang, you are really—"

Zhang Zhushi interrupted his continuation without saying the word "smart" as a compliment: "If you know it, do it quickly!"

That tone, that appearance, could not help but shock the other people who heard the movement and looked towards them.

"Oh my God, whose family is this brother?" Someone poked the arm of the person next to him and whispered gossip.

The person next to him also looked puzzled, and asked the person next to him: "I don't know either. Hey? Do you know?"

"I don't know either." The refreshing and lazy boyish voice seemed a bit out of place.

Several teachers who were standing close together looked at the source of the sound, greeted the person quickly at the same time, and then left here with an excuse.

Looking at the back of his younger brother running around, Zhang Hezhi felt gratified joy in his heart.

Taking out his phone, he clicked on Zhang Zhushi's avatar, edited the message and pressed send, and a series of actions were completed in one go.

"Damn!" His brows suddenly frowned, "You bastard! You blocked me again!"

Indignantly, he turned off the phone and stuffed it into his pocket, completely forgetting that Zhang Hezhi, who had hung up on Zhang Zhushi's phone the other night, wandered around a few more times, and left satisfied.

"The overall performance of 'Yexin' this semester is good." Sitting in the car, Zhang Hezhi commented as he turned on his laptop, "By the way, go and find out why the kid was so anxious about something when he was young. How it happened."

After finishing speaking, he closed his notebook and added before connecting the phone: "Even if this kid is arranged by his father to live alone outside, he should be protected a little bit in secret."

Instead, he pressed the answer button: "Hello, Ah Bai—"

Suddenly, Zhang Zhushi, who was running on both sides of the infirmary and the dormitory, sneezed loudly.

"Ah Choo!" Meow, he sniffed, "Who is cursing me again?"

After simply arranging Yang Zekui's things, Zhang Zhushi suddenly knocked the book on Yang Zekui's desk over with a raised hand, and the pages were rattling in the wind.

Concentrating his eyes, Zhang Zhushi, who was unconsciously slowing down, met a brightly smiling child in a photo sandwiched between the pages of the book.

This...isn't he?