Dedicated to spoiling young masters

001

In early summer, the huge acacia tree on the campus bloomed particularly fragrant this year. The white flowers are dotted among the green leaves, and the shallow sunlight shines through, casting mottled shade on the ground.

The classroom is quiet and peaceful outside, but inside the classroom... but overwhelming...

Che Yan can never figure out why some boys are worthless but can be sought after by girls like religious believers. The key is that the number is still a whole class.

The evil age of looking at faces...

But what else can he complain about? This man who is so sought after by everyone is none other than his buddy who grew up together, Fang Donglin.

Theoretically speaking, at this moment, he should really be grateful to this versatile good-looking buddy.

A dozen or so girls in the classroom were united in a fierce war of words with the history teacher. The reason was that the teacher scolded him, just saying: "You are an inferior student just like Fang Donglin."

The words containing the three words 'Fang Donglin' ​​actually ignited such a grand scene. Che Yan looked at the scene in front of him with a dumbfounded look, meditating: Can nympho be cured?After doing this, how much favor does he owe Fang Donglin?

The battle was fierce in the classroom.

The teacher's face turned blue and green, "Are you going to rebel?"

The fat girl who took the lead was Che Yan's deskmate, Zhou Fangfang, who was so irritated that she was half a head taller than the teacher, and her eyes were on fire: "Mr. Wang, Fang Donglin provoked you to provoke you? Why did you hate him when he was good? Did you eat your food or drink your water?"

"An inferior student? What is an inferior student? Can you speak well?" The girl by the window also pursued the blame: "Sue to the Education Bureau and dismiss you at any time. You are just a dean of education. What's the big deal..."

The other even waved his phone around with reason: "I recorded it just now."

"You...you girls, it's just...just..." The teacher stomped his feet angrily, the wrinkles on his forehead tightened, looking a little flustered and embarrassed, and even more unreasonable.

He couldn't understand what the current students were thinking. That Fang Donglin stayed in the grade for three years, and he was the last one every year. The one with him was almost a sophomore. This kind of student was actually maintained like this by a group of girls. Education Work really isn't as promising as it used to be.

For Che Yan, his mind only turns three times a day, eating, sleeping, and dawdling.

If you make the teacher anxious, the fruit in the future will definitely not taste good, so how can you mess around.

He stepped forward and smiled politely at the teacher, and apologized: "Teacher, it's my fault for sleeping in class, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Zhou Fangfang, who was at the same table, gave Che Yan a worried look, which was also unreasonable.

"Che Yan, copy the history textbook again." The teacher was furious, turned and left the classroom, and there were 10 minutes of class left.

The storm subsided, and the breeze blowing in from outside carried a faint fragrance of flowers, passing over Che Yan's Shamat's head shape, his face was not very visible, half of his expression was blocked by the hair on his temples, and his eyes were clear under the hair , I have to say that these eyes are very agile, and the pitch-black eyeballs are like swimming black pearls, exuding a sense of purity.

It's a pity that the fragrance of flowers can't blow away the pain of copying textbooks.

Punishment, exams, and repetition are the most normal phenomena in his four-year high school career.

By the way, repeating a grade, this is probably the one thing that Che Yan can't think about the most, he really has no interest in studying, repeating a grade in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, the history of repeating a grade is extremely brilliant.

Neither the second generation of rich nor the second generation of officials, Che Yan often sincerely admires his parents. This kind of determination to hope that their children will become dragons has really reached the pinnacle.

During the lunch break, Che Yan was copying the history textbook, clasping every word on his forehead, sweat dripping down the bangs of his forehead.

There are many sunny days in April and May. In the south, the sun is hot enough until noon.

"Why did someone else answer your call?"

Accompanied by a soft voice, the boy standing behind Che Yan is tall and slender, the shirt in the school uniform is straight and neat, and his face against the light has an indescribably elegant temperament, making it difficult to approach feel.

But those cold eyes looking at Che Yan were very gentle.

This is Fang Donglin, Che Yan's best friend since childhood.

No, he can't be regarded as a best friend, because he is not as playful as Che Yan, and even takes care of him as an elder most of the time.

Generally speaking, he is like a boring gourd, he doesn't talk about girls, he doesn't play games, he doesn't stay in the house, he doesn't gossip, sometimes a person stays silent for a long time without talking, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

According to common sense, it is difficult for them to be friends, but at least they have one thing in common, that is, repeat students.

Fang Donglin stayed in the grade for three years, and he was almost a veteran in the school.

In contrast, he was held back for one year, and in this regard, he did have a sense of superiority.

So what if he's handsome, he's an idiot if he's handsome, haha, looking at Fang Donglin's handsome face, Che Yan laughed secretly.

Looking back, Che Yan didn't show the chicken thief's psychological expression, he was busy with the pen in his hand, and said in a somewhat resentful tone: "Fang Donglin, don't you get cheap and act good?"

Fang Donglin approached, with a sense of blame: "I just asked them to take care of you more, and I didn't say that I can take your phone randomly."

take care of……

This is the truth, and it's also the reason why Che Yan couldn't be unfriendly to him.

They are neighbors and live in a large courtyard, and the relationship between the two families is very good.

Fang Donglin's parents divorced early, and they each got married and went to the city, so he became a left-behind child. Che Yan's parents are kind-hearted people. The family has become a family.

Knowing Fang Donglin will make people feel that maturity is also a natural ability. He has been in charge of himself for so many years.

Maybe it's because of the favor, he takes good care of Che Yan, even if he is obedient, he can be spoiled, so Che Yan's attitude towards him is also accustomed to being casual.

"My God, I beg you not to ask them to do anything, I really can't bear it." Che Yan raised his face in disdain, then pointed at the pile of burdens on the table and said, "It's all thanks to you. "

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." Fang Donglin put a box of bento in front of Che Yan: "Eat."

Che Yan pushed away unhappily: "I'm busy."

Fang Donglin looked at his stubbornness like a little hedgehog losing his temper, smiled lightly, put his slender hands on his forehead, and smoothed back those bangs that were stuck with sweat.

Che Yan's face covered by his hair was able to see the sun again. His skin under the sun was like celadon and white jade. His facial features were not perfect, but they looked very agile together, especially his eyes were sparkling and his face was small. Fang Dong Rin's slap can cover it.

"Why do you sweat so much?" Fang Donglin straightened his hair and took out a tissue to wipe off the sweat: "I'll cut your hair for you when I get home on weekends..."

He didn't hear anything, Che Yan pressed his hand on his face with great enjoyment: "Wow...Fang Donglin, your hands are so cold and cool, just cover me for a while, it's so cool."

This kind of care of Fang Donglin has been like this since he was a child. He even bathed him when he was a child. Until now, Che Yan has become a habit, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong.

Once you get used to this kind of thing, it's hard to get unfamiliar with it, not to mention that Che Yan's mind is not that complicated.

Looking down quietly, Fang Donglin smiled a little more, and wiped away the heat with his hands like a treasure.

Between the fingers, I caught a glimpse of the smile on Fang Donglin's face, that smile was like a layer of sunshine under the sun, and Che Yan sighed to himself: "Hey... In this terrible age of looking at faces, an idiot like you It's unreasonable to be unconditionally sought after."

Fang Donglin snorted: "Idiot? Am I that stupid?"

It's more than just an idiot. He has been repeated for three years. It is said that his parents insisted that he take the second college entrance examination. This is a hard life. He is already 22. He has been in high school for 6 years, which is really worthy of worship.

Feeling sympathetic when thinking about it, Che Yan cried and laughed: "Heh, we are the same, hey... I'll forget it, but your parents are divorced, so why do you care so much?"

The laughter suddenly gradually drowned out, and Che Yan was rarely seen in thought. He leaned his head on Fang Donglin's body and stared blankly at the ceiling. The cat looks silly looking at the top of its head.

Fang Donglin knew him very well, knowing that every trace of his expression could guess his thoughts, he patted Che Yan's face with his hand: "Thinking about dropping out of school again?"

Che Yan turned his head, sighed and lowered his head, and asked in a whispering voice: "Ah...Fang Donglin, do you really miss college? It turns out that neither of us is suitable for studying. I'm 20, and I really don't want to study anymore. I find it very boring."

With a gentle smile on his face, Fang Donglin went around and sat down on the stool in front of him, flicking his bony fingers on his forehead.

A cool voice said: "Your elder brother Che Fan didn't study much. Uncle Che and Aunt Che are right to have expectations of you. Although you are older, it is not bad to study for two more years. Don't think about those who have nothing. This year No way, so you don't have to rush to think of a way out now, right?"

Indeed, when it comes to his brother, it's really terrible. Maybe there's nothing wrong with his parents' consideration.

Fang Donglin's consolation was like a great soothing agent for Che Yan, the gloom and melancholy that had just slowed down immediately disappeared.

His clear eyes flashed with thought. If there is any regret, it is a pity that Fang Donglin is not his own brother. This character is simple. Although he is not very good at studying like himself, he is indeed very good. It is a pity. The girls in the school didn't like any of them, and they were blind for nothing.