The Male Lead is Forced to Work Hard

Ruan Yue stepped on the bell and entered the classroom.

Just sitting on the seat, Cheng Xiao turned around in the front row, suppressing the excited voice and gossip: "Hey, hello, what is your relationship with Fu Zhixing?"

Ruan Yue was taken aback, and answered while taking the book: "Grew up together."

"Green plums?"

"...That's right."

Ruan Yue opened the book with one hand and said with a smile, "His parents and my mother are colleagues in a hospital. We have known each other since we remembered. We moved a house two years ago and the new house is still in a community."

"Wow, this is too romantic!"

Cheng Xiao said with a look on his face, and took out his phone to find out the picture and showed her, "Do you know that you are red? It seems that we were a high school sophomore who secretly photographed during early reading. You see Fu Zhixing looking at you. , Gee, gentle death!"

"..."

Ruan Yue looked down at the picture unexpectedly.

Cheng Xiao continued, "That boy seems to be a Weibo expert, and he especially likes to post funny stories on it. There are a lot of fans. This time, I uploaded your photos and gave them a fire all at once."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Ruan Yue frowned subconsciously, thought about it, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Zhixing on WeChat: "Do you know what happened on Weibo?"

Across the wall, eighteen classes.

The teacher in the class was already standing outside the classroom. After saving the picture, Fu Zhixing wanted to put the phone back in his schoolbag and received a WeChat message from Ruan Yue.

"Class!"

"stand up--"

He shouted, pressing the table with one hand, head down, and operating the phone with the other hand, replying: "Well, what's wrong?"

——[I said at the front desk that the boy who sent Weibo had a lot of fans. After the school spread, would the teacher know that it was misunderstood?

After Fu Zhixing sat down, he opened the book with one hand and still replied to her with one hand: [In addition to men and women in this world, there is no reason why the opposite sex together will be misunderstood. The teacher will know it when he knows it. It’s okay, there is me What.

He was Meng Hao at the same table. He leaned his head and saw him in a serious way of listening to a lecture and then returned a text message with one hand. He was a little bit disturbed. Then he leaned over and saw the last few words. He couldn’t help but cough and laughed and laughed. : "Lovers are full of skills, buddies."

Fu Zhixing did not raise his head, "Listen to your class."

"...I said that your double bids are a bit serious?"

Looking at the blackboard seriously, Meng Hao asked in a low voice.

After sending WeChat, Fu Zhixing stuffed his phone into his schoolbag and glanced at him slightly.

Although he didn't speak, Meng Hao successfully translated the subtext for him with the help of his classmates for many years: "Who gives you more confidence than me??"

As the ten-year-old second child, he shed tears in sorrow.

——

A day passed quickly in school.

After the school bell rang, Li Shiyu threw a few books on the table into the table hole and howled: "Boring, I'm dead."

Immediately he turned his head and asked, "Shen Brother, is supper?"

"Don't go, I will go home."

Lu Shen stuffed a few books in the desk hole into the schoolbag, and emptied the illusion that "the schoolbag was full" and stood up.

Unexpectedly, Li Shiyu glanced at him in amazement, "Is something wrong?"

"School uniforms at home."

After speaking briefly, Lu Shen threw the schoolbag on his shoulder and walked away.

His home is not far from the school, and he basically rides a bicycle back and forth. After going downstairs, he picked up the car in the shed. He rode out of the school gate and arrived home after a while.

In the living room, Lu Jianmin was watching TV and heard the door ringing.

The probe found that he was quite surprised when he came back and smiled and asked, "Why are you back today? The pocket money has been emptied?"

"No, get a dress."

Talking, he lowered his head and changed his slippers, and returned to the room with his schoolbag on his back.

A few minutes later, Lu Jianmin pushed open the door of his room, sat on his bed, and looked at him, mysteriously smiled, and pulled out a card from his trouser pocket and shook at him. "Guess what?"

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