It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The first snow of this year was heavy, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. When I stepped on it, my shoes were invisible.

Wen Ai got out of the car at the school gate, and when he walked to the classroom, his hands in his pocket were already cold. As soon as Wen Ai entered the door, he found that the air conditioner was not turned on. A bad premonition arose in his heart. I asked the classmate sitting in front of the air conditioner, and it turned out to be broken.

Wen Ai couldn't help but took out a cup of water and prepared to pour some hot water in to warm his hands. When he walked to the water dispenser, he realized that there was an empty bucket standing on it.

It's terrible.

Wen Ai screwed back the lid of the cup depressedly, and when he walked back, he saw a paper Starbucks coffee cup on Xu Changzhou's table, and the small mouth on it was still steaming.

Wen Ai went over and knocked on Xu Changzhou's table cheeky: "Do you drink this cup now? If you don't drink it, let me warm your hands. I'll return it to you when the temperature is almost the same."

Xu Changzhou handed him the cup: "You can drink the milk in it."

At the moment when he held the cup, Wen Ai felt that he was holding a little sun in his hand. It was hot, but it was so hot that it was so hot that all the cold on his body was evaporated.

Wen Ai held the cup without letting go for the entire morning, and habitually took a sip while holding it. Thinking that there was no way to return it to Xu Changzhou, he drank the whole glass of milk.

The first session was an English class. The English teacher showed everyone a video of poem recitation. The voice of the reader was gentle and the background music was gentle and peaceful.

Wen Ai was a little sleepy after drinking the hot milk. Upon hearing this lullaby sound, his eyelids fought fiercely and fell asleep shortly afterwards.

The English teacher walked over on high heels and woke up Wen Ai with a dark face.

Wen Ai raised his head sleepily, looking at her blankly, his left cheek flushed red.

The English teacher's heart softened, and when the criticism came to his lips, he changed to another set: "Don't sleep like this, you will catch a cold."

Wen Ai's right cheek also blushed.

After class, Wen Ai threw a pot at Xu Changzhou very unreasonably: "It's all you, if it weren't for your glass of milk, I wouldn't fall asleep in class!"

Xu Changzhou caught the pot steadily, and put his back on his back: "You make sense."

His attitude made Wen Ai unable to play his temper. After holding back for a long time, he could only "hum" in the end.

Xu Changzhou comforted: "Bring you coffee in the future, so you won't be sleepy in class."

Wen Ai didn't care about it at the time. He didn't realize that Xu Changzhou was not talking casually until he saw a cup of coffee on his table the next morning.

In fact, Wen Ai doesn't like coffee very much. After trying it a few times, I always feel bored. But he took a sip of the cup given by Xu Changzhou, as if he could suddenly understand where the coffee is good.

Wen Ai shook the cup: "You made this, right?"

Xu Changzhou nodded: "How does it taste?"

Wen Ai deliberately took another couple of mouthfuls before answering: "It's okay."

A smile flashed across Xu Changzhou's eyes.

Wen Ai noticed that the pattern on the cup was a bit familiar, and after looking at it for a few seconds, he blurted out: "Isn't this the last dog?"

Xu Changzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "Have you seen it before?"

I have seen it before.

Wen Ai pointed at the puppies with a tall cup, and changed the subject: "It's so cute, you see, the eyes are round, and the nose, if she is a human, she must be a lovely woman—"

"Boy." Xu Changzhou interrupted him, "When I painted, I was thinking of a boy."

Wen Ai pretended to say: "Oh oh, you painted it, the painting skills are good."

Xu Changzhou hooked the corner of his mouth: "Hurry up, drink it, and let it cool in a while."

Wen Ai raised his head and drank the coffee, thinking it was over. Unexpectedly, on the third morning, he saw a coffee cup with a picture of a pup on the table again, and the pup's actions were different from yesterday.

The fourth day, the fifth day...

This thing became a habit and fixed it, Wen Ai gradually got used to a cup of coffee every morning, and after drinking it, he looked at the naive puppies on the cup. The puppies' attitude and actions are different every day, and Wen Ai feels like he is chasing a serial comic.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother turned down all invitations as usual, and gave the housekeeper and servant a vacation. A family of three rolled dough, made dumplings, and had a New Year’s Eve dinner around the table. It was plain, simple and very warm.

At about twelve o’clock, Wen Ai received a blessing WeChat from Jiang Chengqun. When he was thinking that Jiang Cheng was too unwilling, Jiang Cheng sent a second WeChat to the effect that his hand was shaking a little bit wrong. The relationship between the two of them is definitely not in the echelon of mass posting, and there is also a large section of so-called VIP exclusive hand-written blessings below.

After reading it patiently, Wen Ai gave him a "Happy New Year".

This villa area was filled with people who were not short of money. At twelve o'clock, the sky above was blown up as bright as daylight, and all weird fireworks shot up into the sky.

Wen Ai was standing by the window looking at it, and found a dog-shaped firework with a pup shape. He snapped it and shared it to the circle of friends with the word: [pirated]

Twenty minutes later, Xu Changzhou sent him a WeChat message, and Wen Ai clicked on the picture. The puppies wore a festive little red jacket and were half-standing.

Xu Changzhou immediately sent two words: [Genuine]

Wen Ai squeezed the phone and smiled and fell on the bed.

When the new semester started, Wen Ai discovered that Xu Changzhou had bought a new painting book, and the shell was actually colored. According to his observations last semester, Xu Changzhou’s paintings are all pure colors, and he prefers three simple colors of black, white and gray. Now suddenly there is a man in floral clothes, and Wen Ai’s interest all of a sudden Was picked up.

During the break, Wen Ai wanted to go over and check it out, but before he could stretch his neck, Xu Changzhou quickly closed the color shell painting book and put it in his schoolbag.

Wen Ai stood at the table and looked at him suspiciously: "What are you hiding?"

Xu Changzhou was calm: "Nothing."

Wen Ai stretched out his hand in front of him: "I don't believe it, you show me."

Xu Changzhou pursed his lips: "It's empty, it doesn't look good."

Wen Ai slowly lowered his hand: "Forget it." Before he could say anything, his hand suddenly changed direction and went to grab Xu Changzhou's schoolbag. Xu Changzhou grabbed his wrist quickly, and said, "Don't trouble."

"Ha!" Wen Ai took his hand back and said confidently, "I can see it someday."

Within a few days, Wen Ai felt that he had said this too early, and Xu Changzhou directly left the painted shell painting book at home and did not bring it. He asked Xu Changzhou several times back and forth, but Xu Changzhou firmly refused.

After a long time, Wen Ai left the matter behind. After all, he was still struggling with the task and had limited energy.

Wen Ai's mission has never improved. One is because his methods are not dark enough, and the other is because his heart is not hard enough. He often humiliates Xu Changzhou one moment before, and then takes the initiative to talk to others because of guilt the next. The first few times Xu Changzhou was really sullen, but after Wen Ai repeated so many times, Xu Changzhou basically didn't worry about the ugly words, and sometimes even gave him a smooth hair.

In the second grade of high school, only a small number of people in the Wen Ai class chose science. This small group of people was taken for granted, and the students who chose the liberal arts continued to stay in the same class. Wen Ai continued to work with Xu Changzhou, whom he was most familiar with. , Jiang Cheng and Sun Mengzhen are classmates.

After reaching the third year of high school, the move to the classroom came.

The school has built a special teaching building for graduation grades. The environment is quiet and secluded, which is very suitable for learning with a deep heart. It sounds good, but this building is too far away from the cafeteria. If the canteen is compared to the city center, then the three parties who are hard-pressed are sent to the township and county.

But no way, this is already an old school custom, everyone has to experience it once.

Wen Ai carried the super drum bag on his back, picked up the file basket full of books, lowered his head, and found a bag of books and school utensils on the ground.

Xu Changzhou just packed up and came to him. Seeing that he couldn't make a move, he picked up the bag for him: "Let's go."

From here to the new classroom, it takes ten minutes or so to walk empty-handed. Wen Ai is still burdened, and it won't work if it's halfway there.

He put the file basket on the floor: "It's too heavy, let me rest."

Xu Changzhou held the book in one hand and the bag in the other, standing straight: "May I help you?"

Wen Ai glared at him: "What are you helping? If you have the ability, you can move me with the book!"

Xu Changzhou thought for a while: "It's not impossible."

Wen Ai twisted his face: "I can't afford to lose that person."

Xu Changzhou stopped talking.

The new classroom in their class is on the second floor. It is set up differently from the previous ones. The tables here are two by two next to each other. When Xu Changzhou and Wen Ai arrived, there were only empty seats left in the classroom.

When several girls saw them coming in, they whispered a few words, and then a girl who was sitting alone got up and moved her seat: "Come and sit down, I'll go to the back row."

Wen Ai looked at Xu Changzhou without knowing it. His round and big eyes were very confused. Xu Changzhou looked down at him: "Sit inside."

They looked at each other, and the girls burst into lowered screams.

Jiang Cheng frowned tightly and asked Sun Mengzhen next to him: "What are they screaming at?"

Sun Meng really said, "Go and ask yourself."

Jiang Cheng remembered that Wen Ai told him to go first when he moved to the classroom, and his heart was always irritable: "Don't tell me to pull it down!"

Wen Ai used to be next to Xu Changzhou, but now that the distance between them is 60 or 70 centimeters, it feels... really different.

I wanted to go to the toilet before. I stood up and walked away. Wherever I am, I wiped people's back and returned after going to the toilet.

Physical contact is one aspect, and another aspect is that things are easy to mix. Often my 2B (pencil) jumped on your desk, and your ruler was inserted into my pen holder. When it got to the back, Wen Ai didn't bother to distinguish between what I caught, and whoever owned it.

There will be a school trip for the graduation year, during the winter vacation of the third year of high school.

Towards the end of the term, the school announced the optional destinations for this school trip, most of which are tourist attractions in Europe. The squad leader still sent a form to everyone and asked everyone to hand it in after the selection.

Wen Ai filled in the name and school number, bit his pen and looked at the pile of place names, and moved his head to Xu Changzhou: "What did you choose?"

Xu Changzhou leaned back so that Wen Ai could see clearly.

Wen Ai saw an empty list: "I haven't decided yet? It's not like you who is chirping."

Xu Changzhou looked sideways at him: "Where do you want to go?"

Wen Ai was stunned: "You choose with me?"

Xu Changzhou seriously said, "Are you willing?"

Wen Ai turned his face back and looked down at his watch: "Whether you want it or not, I can't stop it..."

Xu Changzhou smiled: "That's it."

A deep and sweet chuckle got into Wen Ai's ears, scratching his ear canal and itching, he raised his hand and rubbed his ears: "I have a choice disorder."

Xu Changzhou took his watch and drew a hook in a certain column. Wen Ai wanted to choose so quickly, but he had already decided.

When the form was about to be handed in, Wen Ai received Jiang Cheng's WeChat and asked him what he chose. Wen Ai looked back, and Jiang Cheng sat in the last row with his pen in his mouth, as if he was too lazy to move.

Wen Ai replied, and after half a minute, Jiang Cheng returned to him:

[Aegean Sea? Why do you choose such a romantic place? I feel ashamed that no one is embarrassed to tick this column. 】

Wen Ai replied: [Single dogs call for human rights. 】

Jiang Cheng: [Haha, then I will choose this too, and then my cousin will take you to fly. 】

Wen Ai hesitated for a while, then replied: [Are you not with your girlfriend? 】

It took a long time for Jiang Cheng to return: [Of course she followed me to choose, husband and wife follow me! 】

After the final exam, the student groups traveling to various places set off one after another. Wenyi pulled the suitcase and went to the airport to meet the team. From a long distance, they saw Xu Changzhou who was taller than the person next to him. Over the past two years, Xu Changzhou's height has jumped to 1.9 meters, his body proportions are good, and he has standard long legs. Today, he still wears a pair of boots under his feet, which is almost impossible for other male students to survive.

When they arrived at Santorini, it was already ten o'clock in the evening local time. They had been on the plane for seventeen hours, and had tossed around the plane halfway, and they were exhausted physically and mentally. The teacher led a group of twenty people to the hotel, flicked a room allocation sheet from his pocket, read it, yawned, tears streaming out. After holding on and issuing the room card, the teacher leading the team turned his head and went straight to the room for jet lag.

The table is arranged according to the student number, Wen Ai and Jiang Cheng are consecutive numbers, so they are divided into the same room. Jiang Cheng happily helped Wen Ai lift his luggage, and Xu Changzhou suddenly came over and asked to change rooms with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng's face suddenly stretched the old man: "Which green onion are you? Don't worry about it!"

Wen Ai was sleepy and rubbed his eyes: "Why do you want to change rooms?"

Xu Changzhou pointed to a fat guy in the same class not far away, and pointed at Jiang Cheng: "They snorted when they were sleeping."

Jiang Cheng had no bottom in an instant, and assured Wen Ai: "I will try not to fight! What about that, I can wait for you to fall asleep before going to sleep."

Wen Ai hadn't remembered before, when Xu Changzhou said this, he immediately replaced Jiang Cheng firmly.

After entering the room, Wen Ai pulled out from the suitcase to change clothes, took a shower in the bathroom, and fell directly on the bed after coming out.

The next morning, Wen Ai slept contentedly until he woke up naturally, propped up his body and planned to get up. Suddenly, his waist was tight, and he was pulled back with a force, and his back ran into a warm embrace.

A muffled voice sounded against his ears: "Morning."