Chapter 40 Fighting rivals with wisdom

Fuck, isn't Zhuang Shao coming back tomorrow?

Meng Ye looked at the person in front of him like a ghost: "No, that, this, me, she—"

His hands were like that of a conductor. He wanted to defend himself, but he felt guilty, why would he be afraid? I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!

Tao Xiaomin was also surprised, but this girl is really not an ordinary person. She glanced at Meng Ye with blushing cheeks, and then at Zhuang Shao, as if she was having a hard time deciding, and ran away with her face covered in shame after half a minute.

"..."

Zhuang Shao looked at him: "I didn't expect you to be so popular."

Meng Ye looked into the distance: "Generally average."

"When did she start chasing you?"

"Just these two days." He put his hands in his pockets to cover up his panic, "I don't know what kind of wind she is smoking, so come to me if you have something to do."

Zhuang Shao said coldly, "I didn't come just now, did you two kiss?"

"Kiss your sister, I fucking almost jumped down the corridor."

Seeing his resolute denial, Zhuang Shao's face turned slightly, and he called him an idiot. Can he jump on the third floor? As soon as he finished cursing, a person passed by, and he was about to squeeze into Meng Ye, so he hugged his waist very naturally and brought the person to him.

As a result, Meng Ye's whole body was like an electric shock, using his hands and feet to dodge: "Don't touch Lao Tzu."

Zhuang Shao paused and frowned.

Meng Ye didn't look at Zhuang Shao's eyes: "I feel itchy, I have something to say."

Zhuang Shao's face was completely collapsed, and his heart was sour and jealous, but he couldn't do anything to Meng Ye, and his Adam's apple was so angry that he swallowed.

"It's fine for you and the girl to be so close, but not for me to touch you? Do you have to jump off the third floor if I touch you again?"

"Where did you say that... What do you compare to her?"

Meng Ye subconsciously felt that this comparison was wrong, how could Tao Xiaomin and Zhuang Shao be the same, one was a suitor and the other was a buddy, but the words suddenly became lacking and clumsy, and he didn't know how to correct this statement.

Zhuang Shao felt desolate in his heart. He thought to himself, who is he not comparing with Tao Xiaomin? At least Tao Xiaomin is brave enough to say love, how about himself? In order not to scare people away, I can only use my identity as a good brother to cover up. I'm not as good as Tao Xiaomin.

He glanced at the pink envelope in Meng Ye's hand, and returned to the classroom with a calm expression.

The two of them didn't communicate for the whole afternoon, but Lu Xiaochuan kept talking about how Tao Xiaomin got the fake commuter card in, how he gave food and drink, and how he sent love letters in public. He spoke vividly and spittle, and Zhuang Shao's face became more and more gloomy.

Sooner or later, tear this stubborn mouth apart! Meng Ye sat down on the surface, but he was so panicked that he wanted to shake his legs. He tapped on the textbook with his pen: "Lu Xiaochuan, turn around, don't keep buzzing around us."

Lu Xiaochuan was dissatisfied: "I haven't seen Zhuang Shao for several days, do you miss him? You don't want to."

"I want a fart." Meng Ye looked out the window.

Zhuang Shao took a deep breath. Okay, if you don't want to, don't think about it, I'm forced to do it, I'm forced to work all night and I'm almost exhausted, I'm forced to come back a day earlier to surprise him.

The last two lessons were Mrs. Master's classes. In the middle, someone answered questions. When Zhuang Shao was clicked, he was distracted, and he stood up after being reminded by Meng Ye.

"You answer this question on the blackboard."

Zhuang Shao lowered his head and said nothing. Meng Ye kicked Jiang Yue's stool under the desk, wanting her to give him a hint, but Jiang Yue turned a deaf ear.

The teacher threw the chalk unselfishly: "Meng Ye, if you want to say it so much, then say it."

As a result, both of them were punished.

It was still freezing in early spring, and the corridor was ventilated on three sides. The two unlucky bastards stood with their backs against the half wall, holding the book, and neither of them took the initiative to speak.

It's so fucking cold...

It didn't take long for Meng Ye's lips to turn purple. He didn't have enough clothes on, and he was already showing signs of a cold. After a few sneezes, his nose started to runny, and he thought he could bear it, because he was afraid that the snot would run down his mouth when there was not enough paper on his body, but everything else was fine.

Just hanging his head in confusion, he has a pair of knitted gloves in his hands.

"Put it on."

"No need." Meng Ye said in a low voice, "You can wear it yourself, I'm not cold."

"Is it cold when your nose is red?"

"It's not cold."

"Meng Ye, if you are polite to me again, we will finish playing." Zhuang Shao said solemnly.

Meng Ye didn't know what he meant by having fun, but he had no choice but to obey, because either meaning was enough for him to drink a pot.

This pair of knitted gloves was made by Brother Fei. Meng Ye had never seen it before, so he got his hands and looked over it. There are snowflake-like patterns on the black wool, machine-embroidered, and the stitches are average but really warm and durable. Wear it, and there is Zhuang Shao's body temperature inside.

He sniffed and pretended to be indifferent, but his fingertips were slightly numb. Zhuang Shao was relieved when he saw that his runny nose was getting better.

After returning home from self-study at night, You Ying said that she could move back to her own room, Meng Ye agreed without thinking.

Zhuang Shao was more silent when moving things together. To be honest, he could feel Meng Ye's estrangement from him when he came back from this trip, perhaps not psychologically, but only physically, but it also made him uncomfortable. He is not the kind of scumbag person, on the contrary, his self-esteem is still very strong, especially now that he is relying on others, he is even more sensitive than before.

After moving things, Zhuang Shao was leaving, and Meng Ye sat by the bed and called to him, "Wait."

"Is something wrong?"

"You didn't come yesterday, and Lao Jiang said that he would change his seat this semester, and change the order of final grades for the next semester."

"so what."

"So I'll ask where you want to sit." Meng Ye took a piece of paper and rubbed his scratched nose, "Fuck it."

Zhuang Shao said, "I have no problem, you can sit wherever you want."

"You didn't understand what Lao Jiang meant. He didn't let the original tablemate continue to sit. He wanted to break up."

Zhuang Shao suddenly understood.

Intuition told him that this was not what Lao Jiang meant, but what Meng Ye meant, even though Meng Ye didn't say it clearly. What does Meng Ye mean? Annoying me?

Many words condensed to the tip of the tongue, but two words finally came out: "Whatever."

Meng Ye nodded: "Let's talk about it later, I'm free. But you're the first in the class and I'm in my thirties. We probably won't be able to sit together." He laughed dryly.

Intellectually, he felt that he should keep a distance from Zhuang Shao, but emotionally, Meng Ye was shouting: "Leave me!" Just fucking leave me! ! Say you still want to sit at the same table with Lao Tzu! ! !

It's a pity that Xiao Jiujiu Zhuang Shao didn't understand this.

Zhuang Shao was really angry. He thought to himself Meng Ye, if you don't want to be the same table, you can tell me directly, there is no need to use Lao Jiang's words to press me. So he stretched his handsome face and said, "Don't worry, tomorrow I will tell Lao Jiang that I will exchange with you. When the time comes, I will let you choose first, and I will just stay away from you."

"Ah?" Meng Ye swishly stood up, "Don't, don't, it's unnecessary, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I—" he said incoherently, "I'm afraid to disturb you! Yes, I'm afraid to disturb your study!"

Zhuang Shao's eyes shot two cold lights, and Meng Ye was not shot to death.

"Excuse."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I fucking know that, it's a fucking excuse I said. But what can I do? Some fucking people say I love you! Zhuang Shao, you fool, I do it for your own good, do you know that!

"Just think I'm making excuses, whatever you think! We'd better sit apart anyway."

Zhuang Shao sneered and said yes, it's not enough to sit separately, let's not leave school together, and you don't let me ride you.

Meng Ye asked who would you carry if you didn't carry me?

Zhuang Shao said that I fuck your sister, Lu Xiaochuan, Zhong Yichen, Tao Xiaomin, and Qiaosheng! Anyway, don't think about it, the earth will be destroyed!

"..."

Sitting back on the bed glumly, Meng Ye lowered his head and clenched his hands. In the past few days, his fingers have been ripped apart, and there are barbs all around the nails, and sometimes it bleeds.

"You just want to sit with me."

He whispered like a cat scratching, making Zhuang Shao's heart soften. That manly manliness disappeared so much that he couldn't find his exhaust. Zhuang Shao sat next to his heart and stared at him. If he really ate him, he couldn't beat him to death.

What's the matter.

How come the house was stolen after only a few days of leaving?

How could he know that this was the fault of his good eldest brother Zhou Yunfei, he thought it was Tao Xiaomin's fault, but he didn't blame Tao Xiaomin, but Xiao Zhong Yichen.

Or say that the middleman doesn't have a good thing. He demolishes the house under the guise of introducing a target. If he doesn't have a target, he wants to break up with me and his wife. Why is your heart so dark, you Zhong Yichen.

Zhong Yichen sneezed more than a dozen times in a row at home, almost missing his tonsils.

"Forget it," Zhuang Shao was annoyed, "If you don't sit, don't sit, it doesn't matter."

He got up and pretended to be unrestrained, but he actually wanted to listen to Meng Ye's words of retention. Meng Ye looked at his back and asked quietly, "Then who are you sitting with?"

"Don't worry about that."

Seat selection the next day, the results were shocking.

Meng Ye sat with Jiang Yue, Zhuang Shao sat with Lu Xiaochuan, and the four were still next to each other, with Zhuang Shao in front and Meng Ye behind.

"..." Lu Xiaochuan rolled his eyes, "Is it fun to toss people? I think you two are both sick and neurotic!"

Zhuang Shao sat upright and calm, thinking that my heart is sensible, which is really painful.

On the contrary, Meng Ye's face was slightly burning: "Get out." His skin was already dark, and every time there was a bit of blood, it became more alive and full of vitality.

Before the evening self-study, Zhuang Shao went to the canteen to stock up, and happened to meet Tao Xiaomin on the way. Tao Xiaomin was a little embarrassed to bump into him, and Zhuang Shao stopped her: "A few words with you."

The girl Ai Ai regularly: "What are you talking about, I, I have to go to Meng Ye."

He led her to the corner, and there was a tactical silence before saying, "Don't look for it, he's training."

"Ah... still training so late." Tao Xiaomin muttered, "He's working so hard."

Zhuang Shao asked, "Do you know why he has to run so hard?"

The girl was a little stunned, and looked at him with big eyes: "I don't know."

Zhuang Shaosi said, "You told me about his father."

"Um?"

The other party is also a smart person. He reacted and covered his mouth in surprise and sadness: "His father's last wish?"

Zhuang Shao nodded deeply.

"Recently, he has been working very hard. I helped him in the culture class, but the time was still too tight. He didn't eat for two days after failing the final exam last time. My sister and I tried to persuade him not to eat, and he kept saying sorry to his dad. He's thinking too much, don't look at the giggling on the surface, it's actually very deep inside—" He pointed to his heart, "There are a lot of people in this place, of course there may be you, but it's mainly his dad, if it doesn't get better next year As a result, I was really afraid that he couldn't figure it out."

Hey, anyway, half-truths, coaxing and deceiving, Zhuang Shao is good at this. The girl's eyes were all red: "You, don't say it, I feel uncomfortable listening to it."

"That's why he has to be admitted to a good university." He made a concluding speech, "I know you like him. If you like someone, don't you just look forward to him? Give him some time. Twilight, he really can't be distracted before the college entrance examination, he needs your understanding and support."

After speaking, even he was moved, and he almost didn't give himself an award.

Tao Xiaomin nodded vigorously like a revolutionary female soldier: "I understand! I'll wait for him, wait for him to get into a good university and fulfill his father's last wish."

Wait, three months from now, you probably won't remember his last name. Zhuang Shao bought a bottle of hot drink and sent the girl to the school gate. The girl said goodbye with tears: "Take care of him!"

"Don't worry, I will."

The two solemnly shook hands, hugged, and completed a series of handover procedures.

On the way back, Zhuang Shao walked very slowly. On the one hand, he was enjoying the fruits of victory, and on the other hand, he was a little disappointed. As for those words that persuade Tao Xiaomin, which one is not persuading himself? After all, he can't, shouldn't.

Meng Ye had woken up in the classroom and was chatting with Lu Xiaochuan and the others about the upcoming spring outing. Seeing Zhuang Shao come back empty-handed, he asked, "Where's the food?"

"Forgot to bring money."

Zhuang Shao sat down and Meng Ye hummed, "There are ghosts."

There are actually advantages to doing this one after the other, such as making it easier for Meng Ye to kick him, beat him, and pass notes to him.

In the middle of the evening self-study, the paper ball flew in front of me. It was unfolded, and on the paper was written: "Is the mutton soup flatbread after class?" I also drew a crawling ghost along the way.

Zhuang Shao marked "starved to death" next to the ghost's head, but he didn't throw it back, no matter how Meng Ye kicked it, he didn't return, and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

After class, when he packed his schoolbag, Meng Ye moved faster than him, and waited beside him when he was done. Gradually all the people around were gone, and there were only a few scattered people in the entire classroom.

Meng Ye kicked his leg: "Come on, the pancakes will be closed in a while."

Zhuang Shao said, "Don't go."

Meng Ye punched a photosensitive wave: "Go!"

As a result, Zhuang Shao grabbed his wrist.

Meng Ye panicked, and it was too late to withdraw, so he bit his head and pretended to be calm. Zhuang Shaoxue learned that Tao Xiaomin was as close that day, and then he got closer, and he couldn't get any closer, and then he gritted his teeth and said with vinegar, "I'm still eating it. Such a big pimple on the bridge of my nose is completely disfigured."

Meng Ye withdrew his hand with all his strength, his little heart thumping, and shouted, "If you break the phase, you will break the phase, I don't care."

Zhuang Shao glanced at him and said coldly, "You don't care about me."

"You care about shit, I care about you."

In the next second, Zhuang Shao squeezed the bridge of his nose so hard that he almost broke it!

"Your mother-"

Before the last dirty word came out, the hand on the bridge of the nose suddenly lifted his messy bangs, revealing a smooth forehead.

Zhuang Shao looked at it: "There is another one here."

"……Get off."

Meng Ye hurriedly pushed him away, smoothed his bangs, picked up his bag and left. Zhuang Shao followed and walked out of the classroom side by side.

"Is it on fire?"

"Who the hell knows, annoying."

Meng Ye jumped on Zhuang Shao's bicycle, and for the first time he refused to hug his waist, instead pulling his schoolbag instead. Zhuang Shao stopped after riding for a while.

"Why don't you go?"

"A little tired," said Zhuang Shao, "you ride, I'll sit in the back."

Meng Ye can ride, but he doesn't ride well. He kicked out tremblingly, trembling on the road, aware of the empty space above his waist, and shouted loudly: "Fool hold me tight!"

Zhuang Shao just got started.

As soon as he was nervous, Meng Ye was no longer itchy. He focused on the road. A small puddle could drive her crazy, and he kept saying, "Are you hugging me? Are you hugging me? Don't let go, I'm not responsible for falling out! "

"Okay, let's go." Zhuang Shao was annoyed, "If anyone let go halfway, who wouldn't be named Zhuang Xing?"

"That's what you said, remember!"

"I said it." Unless you hate me.

Zhuang Shao knew in his heart that Meng Ye was trying to distance himself, but he tried his best not to feel uncomfortable, and he refrained from having bad thoughts. He, a very mourned person, suddenly wanted to hold on tight for Meng Ye.