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"I heard that cats and dogs will be depressed if they shave their hair hard. Lao Zhou, are you also depressed?" Song Zhiyu walked up to Zhou Cheng with a test paper, and a book about "How to Raise Properly" was covered on his lap. Dogs magazine in color.

"Soon." Zhou Cheng replied casually, and the red pen in his grip moved quickly on the paper.That day, Wu Ni Pang Haihai's retribution came quite timely - from then on, all the wrong questions on the evening self-study papers were corrected ten times and handed in before school was over.There are only twenty questions in total every day, and Zhou Cheng's mistakes are not too many, only ten questions.At this moment, no matter how much he wants to chat with Song Zhiyu, it is impossible.

"I went back and read an article about depression last night. Zhou, I don't want you to be depressed."

Zhou Cheng has been very out of shape recently, he has stopped talking nonsense in class, and he has not asked him to borrow homework with a shy face, and what is even more frightening is that he has not even been asked to go to the bathroom between classes.It can't be that he decided to change his past mistakes and study hard, right?After thinking about it, Song Zhiyu could only think that it was his "head making" that hurt his heart.

"No." Zhou Cheng answered hastily, but this made Song Zhiyu's inner thoughts even more solid.While muttering in his mouth: "Stingy, you won't be really angry, right?", he took off Zhou Cheng's hat with ease, and began to ravage the top of his head.

"Can you stop touching my head?" Zhou Cheng felt like his ears were on fire.

"Then didn't I want to promote blood circulation and help you grow your hair?" Song Zhiyu was straightforward, not mentioning that this handsome bald head was his masterpiece.

"Then...can you stop petting a dog?" Zhou Cheng protested in a low voice.

"Can it be the same? Have you ever seen a dog with no hair on its head?" Song Zhiyu picked up which pot he didn't open.

Zhou Cheng was silent. He found that he would never be able to defeat Song Zhiyu in the war of words. He could only turn his grief and anger into motivation for learning.

"Are you angry?" Seeing that Zhou Cheng hadn't moved for a while, Song Zhiyu asked tentatively.

Zhou Cheng didn't speak.

"Old Zhou, if you are unhappy, you have to tell it." Song Zhiyu continued to test.

Zhou Cheng was silent.

"Okay. Then I'll go to bed." Song Zhiyu arranged the placement of the books, chose a comfortable position and fell asleep at the desk.To be honest, I actually didn't sleep comfortably, with my chest resting against the edge of the table, I always feel that my heart has been moving a bit uneasy recently.

The pen in Zhou Cheng's hand did not dare to stop, but his eyes secretly glanced at Song Zhiyu, and found that this guy really fell asleep as soon as he said it, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried: Is it because I didn't know how to get angry just now, in case people really ignore him What should I do?But it's funny to say that it was Song Zhiyu who did the bad things, but it was Zhou Cheng himself who always felt guilty.

Song Zhiyu fell asleep for a class, and Zhou Cheng just watched a class in a daze.As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Song Zhiyu sat up immediately like an electric shock, and dragged Li Shu to the bathroom together.During this period, he never even glanced at Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng heard a crisp sound in his heart.

"What are you doing, brother, I can't go to the toilet without peeing!" Li Shu, who is small and exquisite, was grabbed by the neck by Song Zhiyu's arms at this moment, and walked towards the bathroom step by step with difficulty. .

"Me neither." Song Zhiyu replied angrily.

"Then what are you doing? Are you so busy that you come out and press the road? Are you two men? Why don't you stay at the same table as you get along with like glue this time?"

When the topic came to his tablemate, it got to the point.Song Zhiyu heard this like a discouraged ball: "I think Lao Zhou must have hated me because of that last time. He just took a class, and he glared at me because of that. Pretending to be asleep, not daring to move, like a thief. I read the news last night, saying that a student was shaved because the school required a haircut, and he couldn’t handle it, so he passed it... I’m afraid..."

"Don't worry, your family will not be able to get through this old week." Li Shu took out a small vocabulary book from his pocket and began to recite it indifferently.

"Do you think this is school violence? Think of a way." Song Zhiyu confiscated his dictionary.

"Your campus violence? If you tell me, no one will believe it. You can ask me about this, and I don't owe you as much. You have to ask Guo Shuzui, he has experience." Li Shu said from another Another vocabulary book was pulled out of his pants pocket.

He is not very big, and his trousers have a lot of pockets.

"It's called cold violence, don't you understand? How can the handsome Zhou Dabao be the same as our Baobao? If I do something wrong and make people unhappy, at best I will get a fat beating. So I understand." Guo Nanxing said.

"I'd rather get a beating than endure his sad eyes that are dying every day!" Song Zhiyu gritted his teeth.

"Hit you? You're the only one who gets hurt. Who is to blame if you get hurt?" Guo Nanxing put his mouth on Song Zhiyu's head.

Song Zhiyu was sitting with his back to Guo Nanxing, and he seemed to be able to feel Zhou Cheng's stern eyes burning his back. "then what should we do?"

All the boys expressed their inability to do anything.

"Hey! Zhou Xiaoying, what have you been doing in front of me for so long?" Baobao seemed to have no idea what kind of thing Lianxiangxiyu was, and he patted the shoulder of the girl at the front table with his broad palm.

Zhou Xiaoying did not yell as everyone expected, but instead blushed uncharacteristically, and said coyly in a mosquito-like snoring voice, "It's nothing."

"You have a ghost, tell me!" Baobao said firmly.

Zhou Xiaoying shook her head hurriedly, she looked up at Song Zhiyu.Only then did Song Zhiyu realize that her big eyes were frighteningly bright under her thick bangs.

"I...I just think that you are so kind to Zhou Cheng!"

"Tsk..." Song Zhiyu couldn't help but get goosebumps when he heard the words, "What are you talking about, who am I treating badly?"

"I!"

"I!"

"I!"

Li Shu, Baobao, and Guo Nanxing spoke in unison.

"A group of white-eyed wolves, I will leave the homework to my new favorite from now on." Song Zhiyu inexplicably felt his cheeks burning.

Zhou Xiaoying's words scratched Song Zhiyu's heart like a kitten's paw, and a strong sense of discomfort emanated from the inside out.He returned to his seat a little dejectedly, and his whole body was squished on the desk like an octopus.

"What were you talking about just now?" Zhou Cheng pretended to ask casually.

"just chit chat."

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, why do you have such a strong desire to spy on other people's privacy?"

"No..." Zhou Cheng didn't know how to respond to the sudden big hat, and said a little depressed: "It is said in TV dramas that transfer students generally cannot make friends, I think it is true."

"Why are you talking so much? Is it not enough for you to have me?" Song Zhiyu replied angrily, "The transfer students are usually the protagonists of TV dramas, why didn't you say so?"

"I..." Zhou Cheng was taken aback.

"You are so kind to Zhou Cheng!" Zhou Xiaoying's words filled her ears like a magic voice.

"Isn't it normal for me to care about my friends?" Song Zhiyu completely forgot at this time that what he usually said the most was: "None of my business."

"Just give this kid enough humane care once in a while!" He secretly said angrily.

"Old Zhou, are you going out for a stroll on weekends?"

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid that you are lonely and lonely in a foreign land, so I will take you, a half-foreigner, to appreciate the scenery of N City."

"You, how many thorns do you have to say about caring?" Zhou Cheng smiled helplessly.

"A rose without thorns is not a rose?"

"Okay, okay, I understand. You are Rose." Zhou Cheng was serious, not at all prudish.

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhiyu almost lost his grip on the pen in his hand: "I'm not Qiangwei!"

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