It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

After class, Jiang Cheng ran over with his schoolbag and forcibly changed seats with the classmate in front of Wen Ai. Wen Ai raised his head and called him "cousin", then put his head in his arm again.

Jiang Cheng spread his legs and sat on the chair, squinted at Xu Changzhou who was sitting next to him for a while, then stretched out his paw to pat Wen Ai.

"What's the matter just now? You are such a good person, and you actually had a day of shamelessness? I was so flabbergasted at the time. When you react, you are all done."

Because the system said, the task score only depends on the completion of the plot, regardless of whether I have OOC or not, so I have been releasing myself. But now in order to go through the plot, I have to be cruel to who.

These words cannot be said by Wen Ai, nor can they be said, but when the content of the task is involved, the speech will be silenced.

He made up casually: "It's not pleasing to the eye, and the aura is discordant, and it is natural to restrain each other."

Jiang Cheng scratched his head: "But with your temperament, it seems that you can't publicly target a person you meet for the first time?"

Wen Ai thought for a while: "I don't know, maybe it's entering puberty, a little restless. You are getting used to it, you can't realize this kind of change."

Jiang Cheng was restless since he was a child, and made waves everywhere, and ordinary people were not able to toss him during the second period of middle school. Wen Ai's explanation sounds quite reasonable.

Jiang Cheng: "Well, do you want me to find someone to clean him up?"

Wen Ai shook his head without thinking, "No."

There was the sound of pushing and pulling the chair. Wen Ai turned his head and saw Xu Changzhou put down his pen and walked out of the classroom. He also followed out, intending to spot the opportunity to find another wave.

The students like to gather wind in the corridors, but when you look around, you can find Xu Changzhou at a glance. His head is not on the same level as the people around him.

Wen Ai observed it visually, it would have to be 1.83 meters, and when it grows to adulthood, it may reach 1.19 meters.

He is not jealous at all.

Wen Ai kept a good distance and followed all the way. Seeing Xu Changzhou entering the bathroom from a distance, he slowed down, pinched the time he came out, and slowly drew to the door.

As soon as you enter the bathroom, there is a public washbasin. On the left is the men's toilet and on the right is the women's toilet. Standing in the middle, Wen Ai saw Xu Changzhou coming out of the men's room from the corner of his eyes. He immediately pretended to hush and slammed his head down.

With his height, he just plunged into Xu Changzhou's arms, and his drooping head was knocked on his firm chest muscles. It was hard and a little painful. The reaction force made him fall straight back, but Xu Changzhou reached out and helped him.

As soon as Wen Ai stood firm, the wicked came to complain first, his eyebrows were raised, and the fire said: "How do you walk? Isn't it the one who has eyes for good looks?"

Xu Changzhou's gaze fell on his blushing forehead, his thin lips were pursed, and he did not speak to explain.

A boy who had witnessed the whole process interjected: "Classmate, it seems to be yourself--"

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled by his companion, who whispered to him: "That's the young master of the Zhao family, don't worry about it!"

The boy didn't even dare to be the crowd eating melons, and hurried away with his companions.

Wen Ai slanted Xu Changzhou triumphantly, and the small appearance with the corner of his mouth was tickled: "They are all afraid of me, no one will help you."

Xu Changzhou's eyes moved: "What do you want to do?"

Wen Ai snorted coldly, "What do you think? You hit me, thinking that it's all right?"

His skin is white, and the red marks on his forehead are lined up. Xu Changzhou looked at him for a while, moved his lips, and uttered three words: "I'm sorry."

Wen Ai's mind was empty for a moment, and then he knocked on the system in a daze: "I can't understand it, it's obviously that I ran into him?"

The system said innocently: "You ask me? Can I understand it?"

Wen Ai: "...I can't count on you."

Wen Ai looked at Xu Changzhou, with arrogance overflowing between his eyebrows: "Don't think that an apology can be done, after all—"

He stretched his fingers to Xu Changzhou's chest, and clicked every word he said: "You are really an eye-catcher."

Xu Changzhou lowered his head slightly, the fingers on his chest were white and delicate, and the fingers were pink, round and lovely.

I want...in my mouth.

He lowered his eyes, Wen Ai couldn't see the things inside, and he was still playing his own set, saying, "The people in the noble school should be divided into three or six or nine grades. You can score clearly, who is above and who is below. Which one, understand?"

Xu Changzhou lifted his eyelids, a different color flashed across his eyes, and nodded in obedience to his meaning.

Wen Ai: "..." You are so cooperative, I really can't take it down.

Wen Ai went back to the classroom with a frustrated expression, sat down, propped his chin and started thinking. Originally, he felt that insulting the protagonist is a very simple task, and it is difficult to give benefits and do good, but who would not be evil?

But after some tossing down today, he found that bad guys are also quite difficult. He provoked at that tooth and claws, but Xu Changzhou didn't want to care at all, so he gave in lightly. It made him just like a kindergarten kid, clenching his fist to challenge the adult, and he just fell to the ground and said the kid you won.

This feeling of not being taken seriously is particularly uninteresting!

He was suffocating, and the system suddenly said: "Quiet! You made me play snake!"

Wen Ai was full of question marks: "I haven't spoken?"

System: "When you have emotions, the cerebral cortex is very active, which will cause data fluctuations. Don't think about these bad things, let me quietly break a record."

Wen Ai choked silently.

What he encountered may be a fake system, none of the golden fingers can be opened, and the monitoring of a target person can only be within 50 meters. That’s all, it’s okay to give some task guidance, but it will give you any constructive comments. If he doesn't come out, he is still addicted to the game, and he has placed the task behind the snake, which is simply depraved.

Wen Ai silently complained about the system for a while, the depression in his heart was scattered a lot, his mood returned to Ninghe, and the system went to play the game happily.

After school in the afternoon, when Wen Ai got up from his seat, Jiang Cheng put his shoulders on his shoulders: "There is a party in the evening, let's go have fun together?"

Wen Ai was only interested in the task, shrugged his shoulders, and shook Jiang Cheng's paws off: "I'm not going."

He pushed the chair under the belly of the table, placed it properly, and walked out with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiang Cheng caught up with him and walked side by side with him: "This is all in high school, and you should also see the colorful world outside. Cousin will open your eyes."

Wen Ai did not agree until he walked to the school gate. Jiang Cheng could only say goodbye to him and went to meet a few boys who were smoking cigarettes not far away. The group quickly disappeared into the field of vision. .

The car sent by the family had been waiting a long time ago. The driver helped him open the door, and Wen Ai sat in. He caught Xu Changzhou in the rearview mirror off guard. He walked alone, standing tall and straight.

The driver turned the car key, and soon only the shuttle traffic was left in the rearview mirror.

During the rush hour, the traffic condition was very bad, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and when it reached the back, it basically stopped moving. Wen Ai looked up and saw that the vertical row of cars in front of him was so blocked that he couldn't see his head. As a result, he crawled to the crossroad and realized that there were two large trucks in front of him. All vehicles must turn here. The driver hit the steering wheel and had no choice but to make a long detour.

The street scene outside the window finally regained its flow. Looking at it, a tall and tall figure dangled in front of him. Wen Ai asked the driver to pull over, rolled down the window and took a closer look. It turned out that it was really Xu Changzhou, with a gorgeous facial features standing in front of him. , Mature Yujie.

He picked up his schoolbag and said to the driver: "Uncle, I have something to do temporarily, and I will go home later." After saying that, he jumped out of the car and hid behind a postbox with his waist. This distance was just enough to see the two of them clearly. Emoticons, the system quickly transmitted their voices.

Sister Yu's voice is familiar: "I didn't expect to meet you here. I just came back today. Shall I have a cup of coffee?"

Xu Changzhou's attitude was alienated, and he refused coldly: "No."

Sister Yu lifted her curly hair and smiled happily: "I have traveled so many places and met so many people. In the end, your cold character is the most attractive."

Wen Ai heard it in the mist, frowned and blinked blankly, like a stray lamb, a kind aunt came up to ask him if he was lost. The aunts' voices were generally loud, and the two people who were talking not far away glanced here, scared him to hide a step back, and shielded himself with a post box.

Wen Ai explained to her aunt that she was just tired from walking and rested here for a while. Seeing that his eyes were clear, the aunt didn't even think about him in the direction of peeping, and told him to go home as soon as he had enough rest. Traffickers like to lie to him such simple boys.

The aunt carried two large supermarket shopping bags and walked away like an enclave. On the other side, Xu Changzhou went to the coffee shop with Sister Yu.

Wen Ai sat diagonally behind them, ordered a mango mousse, ordered another glass of mango juice, and watched while eating.

Sister Yu was stirring the coffee elegantly, swaying with gestures. Xu Changzhou turned his back to this side, unable to see his expression, but Wen Ai could imagine that it was mostly the indifferent face that turned away thousands of miles away.

The system came out abruptly: "That woman is the man's mother."

Wen Ai was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bright smile on Yu Jie's face, suddenly felt a little cruel.

As far as he knows, in order to find inspiration for writing, Xu's mother traveled all over the world, staying away from home all year round, leaving Xu Changzhou in the care of a nanny. The relationship between mother and child is relatively weak. But now it seems that she didn't treat Xu Changzhou as a son at all. She was totally treating an ordinary friend. It seemed enthusiastic, but in fact it revealed the politeness and alienation among friends.

Compared to simply not recognizing the relationship between mother and child, this kind of soft knife is more likely to hurt people and make people unable to resist.

System: "In fact, she is optimistic about the male protagonist's withdrawn character, and uses him as writing material and character template."

Wen Ai: "I suddenly understood why she had to wear a bright red dress and flaming red lips, because in this way can she hide the indifference under her skin."

The system laughed at him: "Are you fighting for the male lead? Don't forget, your task is to stab him."

Wen Ai didn't speak, and delivered the cake one bite after another. The soft cream melted on the tip of his tongue, and the sweet taste washed away the irritability in his heart.

After all, I'm not used to being a bad guy.

Wen Ai stuffed his head and ate the whole mousse cake into his belly. When he took out a paper towel and wiped his mouth, he realized that the table diagonally in front was empty. He stood up and looked around, wondering how the system did not prompt him if he left , A voice without ups and downs suddenly came from behind.

"What are you looking for?"

Wen Ai suddenly turned around, met a pair of indifferent eyes, and his body suddenly stiffened into an old popsicle.

Seeing him stupefied, Xu Changzhou frowned slightly, showing a bit of aura, Wen Ai stepped back subconsciously, and supported the table with his backhand. Who expected to press into a pool of water, turned his head and saw that it was him. When he turned around, he used too much force and knocked over the half glass of juice left over.

Wen Ai immediately gained confidence: "What can I do?" He raised his hand that was dripping sweet water and shook it in front of Xu Changzhou's eyes, "It hurt me like this, I haven't done anything to you yet. !"

The rich mango fragrance spread between the two with his movements, and the Wenyi puppy moved his nose, revealing a happy expression, but after glancing at the orange water stain on the table, the corners of his mouth drooped again. After going on, I can't express regret.

Xu Changzhou led him to the bathroom, and then left without saying a word.

The clear water washed away the sticky feeling between the fingers, and Wen Ai went to the toilet again before coming out. Just when he walked to the entrance of the cafe, the waiter came after him with a small bag.

"Wait a minute, your mango juice."

Wen Ai wondered: "I didn't order a second cup?"

The waiter was shocked by his bewildered look, and smiled ambiguously: "It was the handsome mixed-blood guy who bought it for you just now. He specifically asked to take it out. Go home, little cute."

"..."

Xiao Keai surnamed Wen bit the straw and walked on the street, drank a sip of mango juice, there was still an aftertaste lingering in his mouth.

Ok? It seems sweeter than the cup he ordered himself.