The landlord fools me every day

Seeing Yang Zekui again was the third night when Zhang Zhushi resumed sleeping.

Just after taking a shower, Zhang Zhushi, who was brushing his hair and coming from the balcony, saw Yang Zekui who used to open the door quietly.

Zhang Zhushi, who couldn't control the corner of his mouth raised, stepped forward a few steps, and his voice contained a rare joy: "You're back."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui replied without squinting at the desk, "Yes."

Pulled back by his indifference, Zhang Zhushi scratched his hair in embarrassment, then turned around and walked to the side, joining Bai Wanlin and the others in their chatting with some bluntness.

"Hahaha, indeed, this rank is really not easy to play." With a smile on his lips, Zhang Zhushi had an extra hat on his head.

While looking upwards, he stretched out his hand to hold down the hat, and turned to look at Yang Zekui behind him, wondering if this was the hat he just wore when he came back, why would you give it to him.

When he was surprised, he grabbed the brim of the hat and moved it slightly, and the corner of the golden card revealed in the hat attracted his attention.

Facing the gazes of Bai Wanlin and the others, and the gazes of a few other people coming from the dormitory nearby, Zhang Zhushi, who is currently poor, slowly pulled out the card and the accompanying note—one hundred thousand.Password is your last-to-last student number.

"Damn?!" The few people who crowded together and looked at the things in Zhang Zhushi's hands exclaimed, "One hundred thousand?!" As far as they knew, Zhang Zhushi at most helped Yang Zekui pay for the medicine outside the clinic, and then added Help send Yang Zekui out of school or something? !

In this way, Yang Zekui will give Zhang Zhushi [-] when he comes back? !Why are you using a gold card? !

Oh my god, they don't understand the world of rich people.

Several people shook their heads, and after sighing, they patted Zhang Zhushi's shoulder enviously, then turned and went back to their dormitory.

The bell rang very quickly, and Yang Zekui hurried to bed as soon as he came back, so that Zhang Zhushi didn't have a chance to ask him about the card with time.

Therefore, adhering to the concept of creating opportunities when there is no opportunity, and creating time when there is no time, Zhang Zhushi waited for about 15 minutes and survived two rounds of inspections by the aunt in the dormitory and the inspecting students, and then climbed onto Yang Zekui's bed skillfully again.

Lying on the railing, Zhang Zhushi shook Yang Zekui, and at the same time kept calling his name in a low voice: "Yang Zekui, Yang Zekui?"

"Hmm..." A dull voice sounded, and when the sleepy Yang Zekui opened his eyes, he saw a black shadow move in front of him, and then poked himself again.

He frowned, and looked at Zhang Zhushi, who couldn't make out his face in the dark like a psychopath: "You are sick, you crawled on my bed late at night, and you want to be kicked by me?"

Zhang Zhushi was about to say that he had just dodged wisely to prevent being kicked, when the flashlight flickered outside the door.

It's over, it's the sleeping inspector who came over!

With a sigh, Zhang Zhushi quickly went up the stairs, lifted Yang Zekui's quilt and hid inside.

There was a soft creaking sound on the bed, Yang Zekui squinted at the bulging group of guys beside the quilt, speechless and helpless.

He really wanted to curse, but he thought that he would be discovered by the person who was checked. In the end, he chose to keep silent and hide in his bed with his eyes cut into pieces.

Turning his head silently, Yang Zekui stared at Zhang Zhushi inside through the quilt. Suddenly a hot wind blew in front of his eyes, and then he met Zhang Zhushi who couldn't help but come out to breathe in the dark night.

The moonlight from the balcony spilled in through the window glass, vaguely allowing the two to see each other's twinkling eyes clearly.

On a September day, Zhang Zhushi, who was so hot that he was panting because of the mess just now, leaned close to Yang Zekui's ear and asked, "Are they leaving?"

Yang Zekui backed away in disgust, before he could sarcastically say anything, his eyes were closed tightly by the sudden light from the headlight above his head, and then he buried his head in the pillow.

The aunt in the dormitory looked at the two big boys crowded on the same bed with a complicated face, and wanted to say something several times, but she couldn't.

In the end, she just asked the two of them bitterly: "Do you know what the weather is like now? If we have such a good relationship, we should also consider whether it will cause heatstroke to each other, right?"

Suddenly, Zhang Zhushi, who didn't notice anything at all, pouted and complained: "Isn't there an air conditioner?"

When the aunt heard it, her temples twitched suddenly, and her voice became a little louder because of this: "It's true that there is an air conditioner, but you don't look at the actual situation, both of you are covered with quilts, okay! If you just In order to get tired of sleeping together, don't let yourself suffer from heat stroke, okay! I'm not covered with a quilt now, so I'm worried for you!"

Zhang Zhushi's face was said to turn red and then white, but in Yang Zekui's eyes he looked very pretty.

Suddenly, he laughed heartlessly.

Then--

"Mr. Wu, I've only lived in the dormitory for a few days, and I'm going to go to school for another week?!" Zhang Zhushi refused to accept the fine in Old Wu's hand, and hugged Old Wu tightly, crying bitterly. His legs don't let go, like a mourner.

By contrast, Yang Zekui appeared more calm.

He took the fines from both of them, and while apologizing to Lao Wu, he grabbed Zhang Zhushi by the collar and dragged him out forcefully.

Zhang Zhushi, who was holding on to Lao Wu's trouser leg with his little finger, let go obediently after Yang Zekui immediately kicked him, and let himself be dragged out like a salted fish that gave up struggling.

"Don't lose face." Yang Zekui said to him with his hands folded in the first sentence when he went out.

Zhang Zhushi's eyes were filled with tears, and he shrunk himself into a ball pitifully and angrily, squatting at Yang Zekui's feet, refusing to speak or move.

Seeing that he moved a step, the lump at his feet also moved closer. Yang Zekui, who was suddenly annoyed that he was nosy, frowned, feeling unhappy with Zhang Zhushi and himself at the same time.

The morning classes passed by in a flash, and on the way to pack up and go to the cafeteria, Zhang Zhushi, who had just walked to the door, heard a girl talk about himself and Yang Zekui together.

"Are they real?"

"I also think that it's the kind that rejoices with enemies. Tsk tsk, it's not so-called words, hitting is kissing and scolding is love."

While stopping to listen, Zhang Zhushi's vision suddenly caught a face.

Gathering his mind, he found out that it was Yang Zekui, the guy who couldn't explain it in a word.

At that time, he was just looking at him without words.

For a moment, Zhang Zhushi, who couldn't bear the strange atmosphere and wanted to say hello, raised his hand and pulled the corner of his mouth. Yang Zekui, who was standing in front of him, rolled his eyes and walked away without looking back.

At the same time, Zhang Zhushi, who was left with a frozen smile on his face, only let out a "tss" that was as light as if it didn't exist, but full of disdain.

Mechanically shifting his gaze to watch Yang Zekui go away, Zhang Zhushi, who was out of breath, suddenly turned cold, rolled up his sleeves and used his mouth and feet.

He was swearing "fucking", while deliberately following what the girls said just now, he deliberately stepped forward and enthusiastically hooked Yang Zekui's neck to disgust him: "Yang Yang~Zeze~Kuikui~"

Yang Zekui pushed him away violently, his hairs stood on end like he stepped on shit: "You are sick!"

Zhang Zhushi smiled enthusiastically, and continued to firmly hold the anxious Yang Zekui's arm firmly without giving up, and kept sticking to him: "Little Yang Kuikui~"

Suddenly, Yang Zekui froze.When he turned his head quickly and stared at Zhang Zhu stuck to his body, he wondered if this guy knew his web surfing vest.

Is it a coincidence, or is it intentional, how did Zhang Zhushi know the alias "Yang Kui" he used in live broadcasts?And even said his ID accurately? !

On the Internet, he takes advantage of the fact that no one knows him, so he is more free to let himself go, and this is also a way for him to relax.If Zhang Zhushi caught such a handle, he didn't want to stay in this broken school and follow the live broadcast, so he would log out of "Little Yang Kuikui" after transferring to another school and open another account.

Zhang Zhushi, who just wanted to disgust him, naturally didn't know that, in just a few seconds, Yang Zekui had already sorted out several future paths.

Zhang Zhushi, who still had the same expression and sticky, sat face to face with Yang Zekui for lunch, and even deliberately (disgustingly) put food on the face of the embarrassing looking Yang Zekui.

"Come on, little Yang Kui, eat more~" Zhang Zhushi said softly while pinching chopped green onions for Yang Zekui.

Yang Zekui, who was being called out one by one by the online vest, felt like chewing wax. After a few bites, he wanted to leave, but Zhang Zhushi, who had sharp eyes, suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Wanting to cry but not tearful, Yang Zekui gritted his teeth and insisted several times to let go of everything, abandon face and beg Zhang Zhushi, the old man, to stop torturing him by holding on to him in such a public place.

However, years of pride and reason still made him just think about it, and he didn't do it truthfully.

Inexplicably feeling that Zhang Zhushi, who is a bit obedient inside and outside Yang Zekui today, became more and more arrogant. When he was returning to the classroom for self-study, he suddenly pulled Yang Zekui who was serious about his homework and took a photo with his face next to the camera.

After the filming, Yang Zekui, who was still covered in circles, frowned and looked at Zhang Zhushi, who was smiling, and was about to grab his mobile phone while thinking about it, but Zhang Zhushi easily dodged it.

Finally at recess, Yang Zekui, who had chased Zhang Zhushi through the classrooms and corridors several times, confronted Zhang Zhushi, who was holding up his cell phone out of breath, "Delete it!"

Zhang Zhushi stuck out his tongue: "No, no, look how good the shots are~" As he said, he also took the phone towards Yang Zekui.

With a glance, Yang Zekui could clearly see himself looking at the camera with a masked face in a foolish way, and Zhang Zhushi's arrogantly smiling face beside him, who was ready to come cheek to cheek with him.

And what annoyed him the most was that in such a short moment, Zhang Zhushi had time to put his hands on his shoulders like a pair of scissors.

It's simply - a scholar can't be killed but can't be humiliated!

"Delete it!" He clenched his fists, lowered his voice and repeated it again.

But Zhang Zhushi was still playful.

He took the phone, and enlarged some photos of Yang Zekui to show him: "Look, I took a picture of you like a bunny, how cute it is."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Zekui put his hands on the table and suddenly came to Zhang Zhushi. Before he could react, he strangled his shoulder joints and wrists fiercely, and quickly pressed Zhang Zhushi who was smiling just now. On the edge of the desktop.

Zhang Zhushi, who was suppressed for a moment and screamed, his voice was trembling and tinged with tears: "You, you lie, you can catch! You can crush me in a second!"

"Don't talk nonsense that makes me sick to my stomach!" Yang Zekui said angrily while deleting photos with his mobile phone.

The melon-eaters nearby were stunned by Yang Zekui's coherent movements for a few seconds.

In the end, they only came to one conclusion: Yang Zekui is the hidden boss.