The Male Lead is Forced to Work Hard

Ruan Yue stepped on the bell and entered the classroom.

Just sitting in the seat, Cheng Xiao turned around in the front row, suppressing the excited voice 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?"

"...Really."

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 home 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 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 and looked 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 phone and sent a message to Fu Zhixing on WeChat and asked: [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 posted on Weibo had quite a lot of fans. Will it be misunderstood by the teacher after the school spread it? 】

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 **** together will be misunderstood. The teacher will know it when it knows. It’s okay, there is me What. 】

He was Meng Hao at the same table. He leaned his head to see his serious reading and then returned to the text message with one hand. He was a little bit irritated. 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 didn't raise his head, "Listen to your class."

"...I'm saying that your double mark is 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 second child of ten thousand years, he shed tears in sorrow.

——

The day passed quickly in the 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 it supper?"

"No, 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 concisely speaking, Lu Shen threw the schoolbag on his shoulder and walked away.

His home was not far from the school, and he basically rode 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 and sat on his bed. When he looked at him, he smiled mysteriously and took out a card from his trouser pocket and shook at him. "Guess what?"

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