It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

In mid-November, the sky was getting lighter and later. When Wen Ai woke up from his sleep, it was still pitch black outside the window, and he neatly packed up, put on his school bag, and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast.

When passing by the guest room, there was a snoring sound from inside. Wen Ai only remembered that Jiang Cheng came to the house for dinner last night and stayed for one night by the way. The two of them have a good relationship, which often happens.

Wen Ai went in and called him. As soon as the door opened, the undulating grunt suddenly became much louder.

Wen Ai walked to the bed and pushed him: "Get up."

Jiang Cheng slept soundly with snore.

Wen Ai tugged at his quilt: "Get up, today is not the weekend."

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and snatched the quilt back, covered his head, turned over and continued to sleep.

Wen Ai turned on all the lights in the room, turned on the music app, pulled the volume bar to the longest, and put a song "Horse Pole" in Jiang Cheng's ear.

Jiang Cheng woke up under the mighty majesty of a horseman.

When Jiang Cheng came down from upstairs after washing, the three of the Zhao family were all on the dining table, Wen Ai holding the porcelain bowl and drinking the last two mouthfuls of porridge.

Mother Zhao pulled away the chair beside her and greeted him: "Chengcheng, come and sit down. After eating, you two go to school together."

Jiang Cheng grinned: "No, I just take a few buns and eat them on the road."

Mother Zhao saw that Wen Ai's bowl had also bottomed out, so in accordance with Jiang Cheng's intention, she asked the servant to take a clean food bag and filled him with two drawers of Xiaolongbao.

Father Zhao took a sip of tea and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder: "Chengcheng, your aunt and I are going to stay abroad in a few days, so please take care of my family Shuyan."

Jiang Cheng braced his chest and promised: "No problem, I always cover him! Hey, why don't you move my house for a while?"

When Wen Ai heard it, he shook his head quickly: "I will stay at my own home."

Otherwise, when you and your anxious friends have a carnival party, I will be blown away by two ears.

There are two consecutive math classes in the morning. This is a severe test of concentration. After all, it is possible that you may bend down and pick up a pen, and you will no longer understand when you get up.

Wen Ai never picks up pens in math class and listens very carefully.

Jiang Cheng in the front seat is different. In class, it is either to make up for sleep or to lose focus. Today is strange. His head is buried on his mobile phone. He didn't look up for half of the class, and a few dirty words appeared from time to time.

The math teacher walked up to him and looked at the probe: "How about grabbing Jack Ma's red envelope? Did you grab it?"

Without lifting his head, Jiang Cheng waved his hand like a fly: "Don't bother! I didn't grab any of them, the fire is raging!"

Amidst the barbell-like laughter of the class, the math teacher’s face stretched so much-----what a long.

Jiang Cheng spent the next class standing next to the trash can in the corner of the classroom.

The math teacher walked out of the classroom holding the lesson plan before Jiang Cheng returned to his seat and kicked angrily on the chair before sitting down.

Wen Ai felt funny thinking of what happened in class, and curiously asked: "What did you just do? What red envelopes did you grab?"

Jiang Cheng took out a silver-white mobile phone with the booming Tmall Carnival City on the screen: "Just this, play the game, grab the double eleven red envelope."

Wen Ai leaned over to look, pointed to a few large shiny rhinestones on the fuselage, and asked: "Do you have this hobby?"

Jiang Cheng awkwardly took the phone back: "This is my girlfriend's. I grabbed the red envelope for her."

Wen Ai remembered the Banhua next door that Jiang Cheng pointed out to him last week. She was tall and beautiful. He didn't expect Jiang Cheng to be chased by Jiang Cheng so quickly.

Wen Ai looked sideways, Xu Changzhoulei sat motionless in his seat and painted, his brows were as indifferent as ever. Wen Ai wondered that people would actively strive for what they liked, just like Jiang Cheng did. And how did Xu Changzhou have a secret love for three years, but never show off?

Wen Ai turned back and continued to chat with Jiang Cheng: "I just saw the red envelope with the highest amount of only one thousand yuan, you and your girlfriend are very short of money?"

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and kept poking his fingers on the screen: "I also think this activity is boring, but the little girl said that it is a kind of pleasure for nothing. She wants pleasure, I am a boyfriend. It's my duty!"

Wen Ai smelled the meat in the words, and said speechlessly: "Then really should give you a pennant of'Top Ten Boyfriends'."

Jiang Cheng grinned proudly: "That is, to treat a little lover, taking initiative is one of them, and petting is the second. When you fall in love in the future, if you don't understand, just ask brother!"

Wen Ai: "Then I thank you in advance."

Jiang Cheng was so angry that everyone in the circle could hear him. Xu Changzhou faced the painting book, the pen in his hand stopped at some point, and the sentence whirled in his mind--

"Treat little lovers, taking initiative is one of them, and petting is the second."

The two days immediately after Double Eleven are midterm exams. On the day of Singles’ Day, Jiang Cheng skipped the night to study and took his girlfriend to abuse the dog on the street. He didn’t worry about being surrounded and beaten by others, and he didn’t care about the exam the next day.

Wen Ai stayed in the classroom, carefully reviewing the subjects to be tested tomorrow. Tomorrow morning will test language and politics, and in the afternoon will test biology and mathematics. The first three subjects are all fine, that is mathematics...

There is a reason why he never picks up pens in mathematics class. He is really the kind of mathematics scum who can't understand it all together, and he didn't exaggerate at all.

Wen Ai bit his pen to read the wrong question book. Some questions have no idea at all. Just find out the answers and see. You won't understand the key steps!

He scratched his head for a while and grabbed his hand for a while. After comparing with these pages for a long time, he still found nothing, and suddenly felt a little emotional. He kicked his legs irritably, hit a hard object with his toes, and with a bang, the empty chair in front fell down.

The sight cast from all directions in the classroom overwhelmed Wen Ai.

In embarrassment, a slender and powerful hand held the chair up and sat down face to face with him.

Wen Ai looked up and saw Xu Changzhou's handsome face.

Wen Ai whispered: "What are you doing here, get up and drive."

I am anxious today, I have no time to bully you.

Xu Changzhou directly dragged his wrong question book and pointed to the questions he had written and scratched: "I will do it."

Wen Ai got angry and threw the pen on the table: "What do you mean? Show me superior?"

Xu Changzhou calmly picked up the pen, put the draft paper in the middle of the table, and fixedly looked at him: "I teach you."

Although Xu Changzhou always paints books and engages in art in class, his cultural achievements are still top-notch. It is said that he ranked first in the city when he entered the entrance examination.

The protagonist, how does Su come, no setting is too much.

[Male lead] Xu Changzhou activated the halo of Xueba.

[Male protagonist] Xu Changzhou activated the skill [Wonderful Solution] on [player] Wen Ai, [player] Wen Ai triggers the passive state [Suddenly realized].

[Male lead] Xu Changzhou activated the skill [Thinking Development] on [player] Wen Ai, and [player] Wen Ai triggers the passive state [Mao Sai Deng Kai].

[Male lead] Xu Changzhou activated the skill [Touching Head] on [player] Wen Ai, [player] Wen Ai successfully dodged and threw an eraser at the opponent.

Xu Changzhou caught the rubber steadily, and said calmly: "You have something in your hair."

Wen Ai patted Xin Jiang Su on his head, and a piece of confetti whirled slowly on the ground. It is estimated that it was stained when he couldn't solve the problem and scratched his ears.

"If you have something, just say it straight. I suddenly stretched out my hand. I thought..." Wen Ai paused and turned off the subject awkwardly: "Then what, you are not bad, thank you."

Xu Changzhou returned to his seat and took the book over. Wen Ai took it and took a look. It was Xu Changzhou's workbook. Some pages of the book were folded and opened along the corners. Some topics were marked with a five-pointed star.

This is... the focus of Xueba painting!

Wen Ai was so happy that he "whoops" in his heart, pulled through the draft paper, and plunged into the ocean of knowledge. Xu Changzhou hooked his lips slightly, lowered his head and began to review.

The two of them sat heads together for the whole night of self-study. They shared a table and didn't feel crowded.

After the evening of self-study, Wen Aiyi returned the workbook to Xu Changzhou before he could finish it.

Xu Changzhou didn't reach out to pick it up: "Take it back and see it."

Wen Ai was overjoyed. Some of Xu Changzhou's problem-solving ideas are very unique. If he can take it back to study for one night, it will be of great help to tomorrow's exam. Anyway, I've even done such a "friendly" topic today, and it's fine to borrow more books.

Wen Ai graciously carried the exercise book into his arms and raised his eyebrows: "I will pay you back after the exam tomorrow!"

A smile flashed through Xu Changzhou's eyes: "Don't look too late."

Wen Ai didn't see it very late, he just watched it all night.

This was not his intention, but when he came out of the world of mathematics, the wall clock in the room told him that it was half past two. If you go to bed at this time, it will be painful to get up tomorrow morning, so he just made a cup of coffee and studied at the desk until dawn.

The system does not understand his hard work in particular: "You are just a passer-by. When the plot develops to the finale, you can pat your **** and leave. It doesn't make any sense to learn so well."

Wen Ai took the picture frame on the table and rubbed his fingers on the edge a few times. This was taken by him and Zhao's father and Zhao's mother at the beach last year. The three of them hugged each other and smiled brightly.

"You don't understand. I didn't have any memories when I came here, and now, all my memories come from this world. I even think that I am a native of this place, and I can't face life with a passing mentality."

The system focuses on the point: "No matter what your mentality is, you will always leave in the end."

Wen Ai's gaze swept across the exercise book on the table, and Xu Changzhou's name was written at the bottom of the title page in a neat and crisp font. He stared at it for a while before he whispered back "Yes", closed the cover, and put the book in his bag.