MTL - Villain’s Strategy-Chapter 17

After speaking, seeing that the other party didn't answer for a long time, Wen Zhichu raised his fluffy head and looked quietly.

I saw Qin Jiashu standing there looking at him, there was no usual indifference and boredom in those captivating eyes, but now there was a different emotion.

Wen Zhichu looked at it in a daze, could it be, "He thinks what I said makes sense?"

[System: He thinks you are mentally ill. 】

"..."

Those eyes were filled with sympathy and incomprehension at this moment, as if he didn't bother to argue with him for a while.

Wen Zhichu stood there numbly, but still stammered to finish his words, "You... you better not buy it."

Qin Jiashu raised his hand to take the bottle of water out of Wen Zhichu's arms. The opponent's hand was very hot, and his rough palm brushed against his fingertips. Wen Zhichu trembled and immediately let go of his hand.

Qin Jiashu looked at him holding the water, and for some reason, he seemed bored and tinged with pity when talking to him, with a clear and elegant voice, "Why don't mineral water be mixed with water?"

[System: Boy, he still wants to buy it. 】

Wen Zhichu: "Then let us sympathize with him."

[System: ... What is this? 】

Wen Zhichu said earnestly: "Use the way of a person to treat a person's body."

【system:…】

Is this word used to refer to each other as fools?

After saying that, Qin Jiashu wanted to leave with the water in his hand, but his jersey was pulled lightly. There were people all around, no matter how much he hated each other, he couldn't get angry, so he frowned and looked at him, "What else is there?"

Wen Zhichu thought about the last time the other party held an umbrella for him and drenched his shoulders, and planned to rescue this rich second-generation fool with a lot of money.

But the other party's eyes were too frightening, Wen Zhichu quickly let go of the other party's jersey, tongue tied when he spoke, "You... you bought this... it's not suitable."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the shelf, "The small bottle of water costs two yuan and 500 milliliters, and the big...large bottle costs six yuan and only 1,300 milliliters."

Qin Jiashu's deep eyes darkened completely, and he was speechless for a while.

Wen Zhichu's heart skipped a beat, he really didn't mean to laugh at him, "You...you don't..."

The other party spoke with a helpless voice, "Wen Zhichu."

He looked up, it was the first time the other party called him by his full name, he was at a loss for a moment, "Huh?"

"That's the price of the iced tea next to it."

Wen Zhichu: ...

Tmall Elf: …

He looked sideways and as expected, he marked iced black tea (large) with a black writing pen behind the price, but the position of the label was under the large bottle of water.

And a large bottle of water of 1,300 milliliters costs only four yuan.

After Qin Jiashu finished speaking, he turned and left.

Wen Zhichu looked at the price tag for a long time without regaining his senses.

"Tmall Elf, is it true?"

[System: It's Hi, skycat. 】

Wen Zhichu: "...Hi, skycat."

[System: It's true. 】

The air was silent for a few seconds.

[System: Do we still sympathize with him? 】

Wen Zhichu froze in place, "Let's sympathize with ourselves."

"..."

Teaching people to count is not being educated, but the only consolation is that the villain's mission has also been completed invisibly, and he has once again obtained the rmb that throbs like first love.

Qin Jiashu took the water to pay the bill, and when his companion saw someone coming, he said, "Brother Qin, why did you go there for so long?"

Qin Jiashu casually found an excuse and perfunctory, "There are a lot of people in line."

"Okay, then let's go back quickly, and we will study by ourselves in the evening."

Qin Jiashu didn't say anything, and walked towards the teaching building with water in his hand. I don't know if the other party did it on purpose or it was really a coincidence. Recently, he and Wen Zhichu have met a lot more times than before.

Although the other party has come to find a lot of trouble before, but...

Qin Jiashu looked down at the water in his hand, it's better to see such difficult and troublesome people as rare.

When Wen Zhichu bought water and returned to class, there were still ten minutes before the evening self-study. Thinking about the private conversation with the English teacher this afternoon, he decided to work **** English in the self-study tonight.

But today I left a set of papers for my Chinese homework, and I didn't know how to plan for a while.

Then decide to split the time in half.

During a small recess at almost eight o'clock, the penultimate one rubbed against him, "Hey, I've watched you study all night, aren't you tired?"

Wen Zhichu looked at him and shook his head.

"Stop learning, I'll take you to play the game, you are a new player, the novice task rewards double the gold coins."

Wen Zhichu declined, "No...no need."

The penultimate surprised, "Why?!"

Wen Zhichu stumbled and said, "The book...the book has its own golden house."

"..."

The penultimate one was speechless, "Aren't you bored, just write here."

Wen Zhichu looked at his inviting voice, "Want... want to be together?"

The penultimate opening was about to refuse, but Wen Zhichu took the lead and said, "Chinese... papers will be collected tomorrow morning, and you won't have time to copy them."

The penultimate one was taken aback, as if he was the same, and finally resigned to his fate and took out the test paper.

Wen Zhichu kindly reminded, "If you have... there are ancient poems that you can't fill in, you can turn to the book, the book... has everything in it."

The penultimate waved his hand to indicate that he knew.

The Tmall Elf looked at Wen Zhichu's table, with the Chinese paper on the right and the English words on the left, and couldn't help asking questions.

"Can't you learn to be a fool like this?"

Wen Zhichu shook his head affirmatively, "No, they speak different languages."

The Tmall Elf was silent for a few seconds and suddenly spoke, [There is no way out of doubt. 】

Wen Zhichu answered instinctively: "Don't add to after make."

[System: Oh, I don’t know how to mix things up. 】

Wen Zhichu: ...

So ironic.

Wen Zhichu looked down at the Chinese volume and muttered to himself to make excuses, "It's been a long time since I read it, and I just didn't realize it for a while."

[System: Ah yes yes yes. 】

"..."

Wen Zhichu wrote for a while, and said, "Tmall Elf, are all your systems rebelling against the host like this?"

[System: Boy, what do you want to say? 】

Wen Zhichu muttered: "Aren't systems generally good at rainbow farts?"

[System: Who did you listen to. 】

"In the book." Wen Zhichu: "Isn't it... isn't it?"

[System: Stop looking at those messy things in the future. 】

"..."

Wen Zhichu pretended to be casual and said, "Oh, I see, you must be special."

[System: Young man, I didn't see it, he stuttered outside, and he was a coward when he closed the door. 】

Wen Zhichu was stunned for a moment, her cheeks flushed instantly, "No...no."

The Tmall Elf opened the human observation diary, and plausibly said: [My host is a human being who holds vengeance and is ruthless. 】

Wen Zhichu: ...

What is he doing if he has nothing to do with it? !

Seeing that he couldn't fight back, Wen Zhichu said to the elementary school student, "It doesn't matter if you don't say rainbow fart, I won't dislike you either."

Tmall Elf:?

Wen Zhichu: "Anyway, Siri can say it."

[System: I will too! 】

Wen Zhichu laughed for a moment.

When school was about to end, Wen Zhichu also finished the test papers and planned to pack his schoolbag, but when the classroom was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the end of school, the head teacher walked in.

Class teacher: "Everyone put down the pens in your hands and listen to the teacher to say a few words."

Seeing that most of the students were still moving, the homeroom teacher frowned, and his tone was much more serious than before, "Everyone put down your schoolbags, the teacher has something to say!"

In the originally noisy classroom, the voices were surprisingly unanimous, "Ah~"

The teacher in charge looked at the group of people who were out of tune and slapped the table, "Furthermore, we're going to be ten minutes late from school today. I can't finish talking and no one wants to leave today."

Sure enough, when he mentioned going home, he fell silent for an instant.

The homeroom teacher coughed, "Recently, the selection of excellent English articles at the provincial level has started to sign up for submissions. Anyone who is interested can sign up to participate. After all, if you really get a ranking or award, it will be awarded at the provincial level, which is different from the ones held by cities and schools. , the gold content is higher, and it will also be helpful to fight for the recommended places in the third year of high school in the future."

As he spoke, he looked around the classroom for a week, "Have the students understood?"

The students said together, "I understand."

"Our school has a lot of applicants. The school considers the convenience of the students. If there are students who want to participate in the competition, they can register with the teacher. They can submit the entries the next day. The school has a special teacher to take them to the competition.

The head teacher said and clapped his hands, "Now students who want to sign up can raise their hands, and the teacher will write down their names.

"..."

The head teacher asked again: "Are there any students who want to sign up? The awards are at the provincial level!"

"..."

[System: Boy, don't you sign up? The teacher can say that it has something to do with the recommendation. 】

Wen Zhichu: "Although it's related to recommendation, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me."

[System: Why is it okay? 】

Wen Zhichu couldn't answer for a moment, and it took a long time before she spoke, "Maybe... there is no fate."

"..."

[System: Participation is the key to everything. 】

Wen Zhichu: "That's a provincial English article."

[System: So what? 】

Wen Zhichu: "My English score is fifty-five."

【system:…】

Wen Zhichu sat down and didn't make a sound, but suddenly thought of the scene in the English group this afternoon, Qin Jiashu seemed to have signed up for this competition.

For a moment, he couldn't help thinking, if it was Qin Jiashu, he should be able to take the first place.

In his memory, apart from the part that hated Qin Jiashu, there was also a very dazzling part of the other party. Although he had two faces, the other party's efforts in all aspects were beyond doubt.

Everything is fought for by oneself, obviously the family is rich and powerful, but never uses the power of the family to settle anything.

Finally, with the encouragement of the head teacher, several students signed up for the competition.

But even if you try to speed up, it is ten minutes later than the usual school time.

Wen Zhichu glanced at the time, if he didn't want to feed the mosquitoes at night, he still had three minutes to run to the bus stop.

Almost as soon as the head teacher said that school was over, he ran out with his schoolbag on his back.

At night, the evening wind shuttled through the light and shadow of the street lamps and drove the lush branches and leaves on the trees. As soon as Wen Zhichu ran out of the school gate, he saw the bus passing by in front of him.

Wen Zhichu:!

The bus stop was right in front, and the young man hurriedly ran forward, but fortunately he caught up with him in the end.

Panting, Wen Zhichu tossed a coin and sat down in one place, then touched his pocket and found something was wrong.

Two four six... seven!

He ran away and lost a dollar!

Wen Zhichu suddenly panicked, "Hi! Classmate Xiao Ai, I lost a dollar!"

Seeing that there was no sound from the system, Wen Zhichu continued: "Why don't you speak?"

[The system said quietly: Are you calling me? 】

Wen Zhichu came back to his senses in an instant, he was too flustered and called the Tmall Elf by the wrong name!

[System: Who is classmate Xiao Ai? ! 】

"..." Wen Zhichu pretended to be dead and remained silent.

[System: Look straight at me, cub! 】