Villain’s Strategy

Wen Zhichu looked at the introduction on the phone and was silent for a while, then looked at the penultimate one and stepped forward and said, "Why haven't you passed yet?"

Wen Zhichu turned to look at him, it seemed that "You still have the guts to ask" was written on his face.

The penultimate one stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zhichu's neck, "What kind of expression do you have, I tell you that the strongest relationship in the world is family."

Wen Zhichu: ...

In the end, the penultimate one successfully added a friend as he wished.

Qin Jiashu took the school uniform and returned to the teaching building. Instead of going directly to the class, he walked past the window of Class 6 on the second floor in retaliation. The male student who had just recovered from his complexion instantly shivered.

On the other side, he had a usual gentle and elegant smile, and his gestures were full of elegance, but now his eyes were frivolous, as if he was looking at an ant that was allowed to play with him, and his deep pupils seemed to hide a huge black trap. He only looked at it. He lowered his head hurriedly at a glance, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, fear and powerlessness flooded his whole body, and his whole body trembled slightly for a while.

Qin Jiashu looked at him quietly, obviously knowing that the other party did not cherish the last chance he gave him.

The male student sat on the seat with his head bowed. He ran out of the changing room all the way back to the classroom. I don’t know how many falls he fell on the way. Now there is a large piece of broken skin on his left forearm, although it is only slightly red. Bloodshot, but the wound was burning with pain.

The original bruises on his forehead had been replaced by black bruises. He looked at the table, but felt that his eyes were pitch black, and he was restless, as if there was a time bomb beside him that might explode at any moment.

When I looked up again, the person standing outside the door had disappeared.

The male student's heart skipped a beat. Whether the other party will report him is unknown.

Thinking of the possibility of such a male student, he felt like sitting on pins and needles. This kind of physical and mental torture made him breathless.

If I knew it would happen... If I knew it would happen, he would never have messed with him back then!

Qin Jiashu came to the activity room assigned by the school to the student union, skillfully took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and walked in.

Only he has the key to the activity room, so the room is empty at this time.

The tall and straight boy threw his school uniform on the sofa, lifted the hem of his jacket with his bony hands, and took off his jersey.

The smooth muscle lines and mermaid lines are more obvious under the sunlight. His shoulders are broad, his waist is narrow, his arms are long, his muscles are tight but not stretched, and he is full of vigor.

Qin Jiashu took the jacket of the summer school uniform and put it on his body, but when he was about to put on the jacket, his hands stopped.

I saw a shiny pig's head, winking at him under the bright sunlight.

Qin Jiashu: ...

He glanced at it twice, then decisively and indifferently tore off the sticker from the school uniform, raised his hand and threw it into the trash can.

Qin Jiashu leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head back, he preferred to see other people suffer physically and mentally than to take direct revenge.

But he has a bad nature, as long as his flaws are not discovered, he will do everything the best.

Then he picked up his mobile phone and walked to the teaching office. Along the way, many people came to say hello, and he catered to them one by one, maintaining his usual perfect external image.

When approaching the teaching office, Qin Jiashu stopped to check the recording, so as not to waste time.

An annoying voice came from the phone sentence by sentence,

"Cut your school uniform..."

"But...that's Qin Jiashu's school uniform."

A timid voice came out suddenly, making his hand holding the phone stop.

In my mind, I suddenly remembered Wen Zhichu's expression when he stood by the door and looked at him in surprise, with secret joy in the accident, as if seeing the dawn of hope.

"I want to... destroy it too."

"Qin Jiashu's school uniform... I can only destroy it myself."

"Destroy his will."

"No... no."

That timid voice covered up the bad words before, as long as this passage of voice is handed over, Wen Zhichu will also be reported together and punished, and the other party will also pay the price for his previous behavior of harassing him.

Qin Jiashu looked down at the recording on the phone with an unfathomable expression.

Just then a voice came from behind.

"Jia Shu?"

Qin Jiashu was suddenly pulled back to his senses, turned around and met the big face that the dean put on him.

Qin Jiashu: ...

"Ha! Let me just say it's you. Old Wu didn't believe it just now. You can't find another one in the whole school with your body shape."

Qin Jiashu smiled politely.

The dean looked at him, "Why are you standing here in the teaching office, what do you want me to do?"

The sound of the word "you" was bitten in the mouth but there was no sound. The expression on Qin Jiashu's face was fleeting, and the voice was like an ancient string playing, "No, just passing by."

The teaching director looked up at his office, and then at Qin Jiashu. The teaching office is at the end of this floor, and further ahead is the wall.

So what kind of passing by.

Qin Jiashu didn't explain too much, and said bluntly: "There are still some things, teacher, I will go first."

Oh, the dean, then remembered something, and asked, "Jiashu, have you participated in the provincial excellent English essay selection? This will be useful for the recommendation for the third year of high school."

"Sign up."

"I knew that you kid would not refuse to participate. With your strength, it is still a first prize."

It's not that the teaching director is boastful, but that Qin Jiashu really gave the school the strength to speak big. He won the top scorer in the high school entrance examination and the first place in various competitions. Although he made mistakes at times, it was nothing compared to his numerous successes.

Then he patted Qin Jiashu's shoulder, "It's nothing, you can go."

Qin Jiashu left the teaching office, stopped and stood at the corner of the corridor for a long time, then raised his hand to delete the recording on the phone.

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In the evening, Wen Zhichu dragged his exhausted body back home by bus, and after a quick wash, he collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to turn over.

[System: Do you have to lie down like a lump of mud? 】

Wen Zhichu whispered, "This is relaxation."

[System: Do you know what you are like now? 】

Wen Zhichu asked in doubt, "What kind?"

[System: Not human-like. 】

Wen Zhichu: ...

Just when Wen Zhichu was planning to lie down in this position until dawn, the mobile phone placed aside caught off guard with a ding dong, which was a message from WeChat.

Wen Zhichu softly reached out to take it, but sat up suddenly after seeing the WeChat message.

[System: Why are you up? 】

Wen Zhichu: "Having money can turn ghosts around."

As he spoke, he shook his phone, and it was a message to apply to add friends.

Message introduction: Is it ghostwriting? Need to ghostwrite.

Wen Zhichu clicked pass without hesitation, which meant that he was about to get a life-saving money.

[The most handsome on the surface: hello, is it ghostwritten? 】

Wen Zhichu is courteous and reciprocal.

[Greenhouse Mushroom: Hello, it was ghostwritten. 】

[The most handsome on the surface: I need to write for you, how do you charge for it? 】

[Greenhouse Mushrooms: Charged by the number of words. 】

[The most handsome on the surface: Oh, I want to order a 200-word love letter. 】

Wen Zhichu was taken aback, he had never written a love letter.

[Greenhouse Mushroom: Yes, but I haven't written a love letter, so I can give you a lower fee. 】

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't ask the price, but asked directly.

[The most handsome man on the surface: How much did you score in the Chinese language test last month. 】

[Greenhouse Mushrooms: One Hundred and Twenty Six]

[The most handsome on the surface: OK, then I want a copy for Meng Yan from Class Nine. 】

Wen Zhichu's heart skipped a beat, and then he reluctantly asked.

[Greenhouse Mushroom: Do you have any requirements for the content and style of the love letter? 】

There was silence for a few minutes.

[The most handsome on the surface of the earth: you have to write calmly and restrainedly, but the words and words are still playful and lively, which makes people have fantasies and guesses. Watching you silently, admiring you, but not disturbing you. 】

Wen Zhichu wrote down one by one.

[Greenhouse Mushrooms: Yes, the cost is twenty-five, □□. 】

[The most handsome on the surface: the business is very mature and free shipping, okay, hit me after you deliver it, and I'll transfer the money to you. 】

After the chat, Wen Zhichu got up from the bed, sat at the desk, looked at the white letter paper in front of him, but his mind went blank.

He didn't know how to write love letters at all, and then browsed a few articles on the Internet, but when he wrote, it was still blank.

[System: Write, hurry up! Are you still sleeping? 】

Wen Zhichu: "For a while."

[System: It will be the next day in a while, hurry up. 】

Wen Zhichu whispered: "Don't force me to be a duck."

[System: I don't force you, when can you finish writing? 】

"People are pushed to the limit but they can do anything."

[System: Really? 】

Wen Zhixia nodded.

"Then you do an English reading."

Wen Zhichu: ...