He's Secretly Too

Section 11

Every time she held her school bag, Wen Zhi seemed to be able to recall the rough feeling in her father's palm while holding his hand, as well as the dirty yet soothing smell of gasoline mixed with dust and bricks.

It was as if that person was still very close to me and never left.

I heard all I cared about was the school bag, but it didn't seem like it. Since I came here, I have been depressed for a long time, which makes me feel uncomfortable. I miss the days when my father was here.

He sat there, feeling as if there was a huge wound in his heart like a school bag, and blood was flowing.

Use that money to buy another school bag.

But he no longer has a father.

Eyes hurt. The originally clear vision gradually began to become blurred.

She was like a rock, curled up and sitting motionless in her chair while holding her school bag, her tears falling uncontrollably onto the book in front of her. The paper that was originally dry was also slightly crumpled.

But at this time, the Yue Gang suddenly pushed the sticky notes from the side. There are only a few words written there:

“There is surveillance inside the class.”

Wenzhi glanced at the front of the class, then turned around and looked back. There are monitoring devices on the front and back.

When he turned around, his eyes glanced at the face of Geng Yue. Yet the other party did not look at him, only looking at the teacher in front of him, with no expression on his face, as if he was just listening to the class as usual.

"Thank you" he whispered.

“I just want to prove that it's not me, and I'm not helping you,” replied Geng Yue.

"But……"

He said as he paused for a moment: "If you want to avoid something like this from happening, it's best to stay away from someone."

Wen Zhi was an intelligent person and could quickly understand the intentions of the Yue Gang. I obviously did the same thing as usual today, the only difference was that I returned He Yuzhi's homework while reading the morning.

But he did not have the strength to think about it now, so he simply nodded.

She held onto her school bag, and just by holding it she felt a little safer.

Currently, the school bell had rang three times, and five or six boys ran in.

Maybe it was because the young female teacher was easy to play around with, or maybe it was no problem. So I think a minute or two late is not a big deal. Only the first boy shouted a report, and the rest entered from the classroom door in a hurry.

He Yuzhi was also entering at this time.

When the boy returned to his seat, he looked back casually, and happened to see Wen Zhizheng curled up in a chair like a shrimp, holding a broken school bag.

His whole face was red, his eyes were wet, and he was crying.

It is a pity that if a beautiful girl cries, it is always the turning point or the beginning of a romantic love story. When passers-by saw it, they wanted to catch a glimpse again and felt depressed.

But when not-so-good-looking girls cry, they seem increasingly heartbroken, and even bored by it.

I feel like they can't cry, let alone feel sad.

He Yuzhi frowned and returned to his chair from the hallway to sit down, He felt strange and could not help but turn his head and look at it.

He touched the boy next to him with his wrist, gestured him to look back, and asked, "Why is the girl behind him crying?"

"uh?"

His roommate looked back and said, "I don't know, it's a woman-to-woman problem."

"I still cry over the smallest things."

He Yuzhi frowned and slightly nodded. When he saw the girl crying, he felt it was troublesome. When he turned around, he subconsciously said:

"The weirdo."

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When she heard that she went to her class teacher to explain the situation, she was told that they would check the monitoring system and ask her to return to the classroom first.

Unfortunately, until school is over, there are no results so he must go home first.

The openings at the bottom of the school bag are a bit too big to hold anything. He holds his homework and his textbook, puts his pencil case on it, gets on the bus and walks back.

It was still dark at the moment, and the sun was dragging a bluish-pink cloud of fire across the horizon. There was no one in the garden outside the He family villa, only acacia trees and roses were blooming quietly. The beautiful petals of flowers have small but mischievous thorns.

Yesterday it just rained, the soil in some places is still soft, the branches and leaves of the bush are dark green and dense.

I didn't dare go home when I heard that I was outside.

Life isn't easy, she's afraid her mother will think too much after seeing her school bag, and she doesn't want her mother to know that she's bullied at school and causing trouble for her mother.

Besides, if you go back like this, you will definitely get caught...

The sun set little by little, and the surrounding light gradually changed from sunlight into street lamps and floor lamps.

Wenzhi crouched in an inconspicuous corner behind the villa, wondering if there was any reason to hide the matter.

Just thinking about it already made my eyes and nose feel a little sore again.

He crouched down in the grass, surrounded by the scent of branches and leaves that had just been pruned. Thinking of the broken school bag and my father, I felt an unspeakable grievance on my chest.

There were some things he could not say and could not say.

But at this time, the sound of footsteps and balls was heard not far from it.

Although the surroundings were currently dark, Wen Zhi could still see He Yuzhi at a glance.

The man was holding the basketball in his hand, his eyebrows were cold, and he would pat it twice from time to time as he walked. The original school uniform jacket had been removed, and both of its arms were hung loosely around the waist. He was clearly handsome and first-class in appearance, but his temperament was a bit more cynical.

The tall figure of the young man was getting closer under the street lights.

Beautiful skin can indeed make people temporarily forget the bad qualities of others.

However for the current Wen Zhi, all she felt was embarrassment and embarrassment as her humiliating side would soon be revealed.

She hugged her school bag tightly and suddenly felt a dilemma, she didn't know if she should stand up and run away or pretend she couldn't see it.

The night wind blew on his hot skin, and his heartbeat was pounding with panic.

Unfortunately, Wenzhi was too late to make up her mind.When she wanted to stand up and hide, it was too late.

He saw He Yuzhi moving from far to near. As he approached, his steps were slow but clearly slowed down.

Until the young man's eyes were on him.

Chapter 8

◎"Sudden Rain Sound"◎

He Yuzhi went to play ball with someone briefly after school, and he just came back now.

It just so happened to be on the way, and also closer to the nearest basketball court, so He Yuzhi usually used the door behind the park when he returned at night. There was usually no one here, and he was used to walking alone from the security post in the back to the entrance of the villa.

But today is an exception.

He Yuzhi did not notice at first, if the ball did not roll there, he left and suddenly found someone crouching beside a flowerbed.

The light was already very dim, but he knew it was Wenzhi.

"What are you doing here?"

He Yuzhi frowned, walked over and bowed to pick up the ball and asked.

He had seen many shy girls. But I've never seen someone so shy as Wenzhi.

The other party slowly stood up when he saw it coming, his slender body wrapped in Xia's loose school uniform. He Yuzhi even momentarily wondered if he was trembling.

Street lights illuminate the girl's face which is so white that even her lower eyelashes are clearly visible. His eyes were wet, slightly red, and looked like a kitten.

When she saw him in the afternoon, she cried.

It's late, and I'm still crying.

As He Yuzhi looked at those red eyes, he felt annoyed for no reason.

Looking down, she happened to catch a glimpse of the hole cut under the school bag that Wen Zhi was holding.

“Are you so poor that you have to carry a shabby school bag like this?”

He knew that Wen Zhi's family was in a state of concern.

But crying because school bags are a bit far-fetched.

But Wenzhi tightened her grip on her school bag, lowered her head and said nothing.

Seeing him not answering, He Yuzhi wasted no more time, picked up the ball and turned to leave. After just two steps, he seemed to recall something and turned around again.

"Give me homework today" he said.

But Wenzhi pursed her lips and stood still.

Cruelty to the younger generation is reflected in all aspects.

Sometimes thoughtless speech, sometimes insulting eye gaze, sometimes unwittingly, such as the butterfly effect.

The other person was extremely tall, and his tone was like asking or demanding at all times, which made him feel a little afraid and unable to resist.

But today is different.

I thought of my father, my school bag that I could not return, and what Geng Yue said during the day. Hearing the pain in his throat, it took him a long time to muster up the courage to whisper: "Can you borrow the homework from someone else?..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt the other person being stunned for half a second, and then his breathing became even colder for half a minute.

Hearing this, his heart shrunk and he subconsciously took a half step back, but the man opposite him followed closely and took one step forward.

“What did you say?” ask He Yuzhi.

Wen Zhi clamped her fingers, and her heart was like it was raised, but she kept it in, lowered her head, and said carefully again: "Regarding homework ... can I borrow it from someone else in the future?"

Unfortunately the other party did not intend to let go, but rather took a step forward to ask.

"Why?"

I felt my throat choked and I didn't know what to answer.

He Yuzhi's figure was like a wall, blocking the light source and blocking his path. But silence was of no use to He Yuzhi, it would only make him lose a lot of patience, and even his tone became fierce.

"say."