MTL - The Male Supporting Roles Who Are Lonely and Old All the Time-Chapter 2 .Scumbag male supporting role 2

Xue Qingqing, who was returning to the classroom after lunch, was holding her face in both hands, staring intently at her deskmate Lin Zhiyuan who was doing homework, with an obsessive look, and giggled from time to time.

Suddenly, a girl next to her commented that the new transfer student was more attractive than Lin Zhiyuan. As the number one fan, Xue Qingqing felt uncomfortable and comforted Lin Zhiyuan: "That He Dongchen looks like a scumbag with no education at all. You compare, hmph, they are blind and superficial!"

Lin Zhiyuan kept writing, quickly finished a math problem, and said with a cold expression: "Boring."

Xue Qingqing pouted, lay on the table and looked up at Lin Zhiyuan's serious side face: "You can't finish your homework, otherwise you should lie down and sleep for a while, so as not to get sleepy in the afternoon."

Lie down to sleep, so they are the ones who have slept on the same table, it's quite exciting to think about it, hehe, Xue Qingqing's cheeks are slightly red, and her eyes are rolling.

"No need." Lin Zhiyuan said, his top score all year round was not from sleeping, but from studying the questions.

Moreover, Lin Zhiyuan turned slightly sideways, looked at the girl in the diagonal back row who was also constantly brushing up questions, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"What are you looking at?" Xue Qingqing tilted her body, followed Lin Zhiyuan's gaze, and saw the second-year-old girl clattering through the test papers. She lowered the corners of her mouth and muttered, "I don't know it's lunch break. , still so noisy."

As soon as the words fell, a group of boys came in with their shoulders crossed. It seemed that they had just finished playing basketball. They all stink and sat back in their seats, drinking water and fanning the wind. It was a quiet classroom. Suddenly it became lively.

He Dongchen felt refreshed after exercising, and wanted to sit down and drink some water, but seeing Xue Qingqing and Lin Zhiyuan in the front row, he was a little tired, and said to the boy next to him in the aisle: "Student, let's change seats? "

The boy was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. He glanced at He Dongchen, who looked unfriendly, and silently packed his things to make room.

Satisfied, He Dongchen showed his white teeth: "Brother will protect you from now on."

This kid looked like a bully, so he showed kindness and took care of him.

Today is also a day to be a good person.

The boy didn't speak, and moved things a little faster.

At this moment, a dissatisfied female voice came from the front: "New classmate, how dare you bully others, Wang Xiaoming is sitting here well, why do you ask him to change seats."

The person who spoke was Xue Qingqing, who was previously upset because those girls said that He Dongchen was more attractive than Lin Zhiyuan, but now seeing He Dongchen's straightforward request to change positions, the small stove in his heart blazed up.

He Dongchen glanced at Xue Qingqing who was upholding justice, and instead of arguing with her, he slightly nodded at Wang Xiaoming: "Tell her who wants to change positions."

Wang Xiaoming pushed his eyes and whispered: "I want to change."

Not only because He Dongchen didn't look easy to mess with, but also because he sat in the front row with a fat man blocking the blackboard, and when he moved behind Xue Qingqing, his field of vision was much wider.

Xue Qingqing stared, then hated that iron could not be made into steel, Wang Xiaoming is too mean!

She gave Wang Xiaoming and He Dongchen a hard look, and turned around angrily.

With no one in the way, the two quickly changed positions. He Dongchen changed from the fourth group to the fifth group. Although he could still see the hero and heroine obliquely in front when looking at the blackboard, it was better than sitting behind and being forced to watch .

The time he transmigrated was exactly when the original body had just appeared on the stage. The original body was the only son in the family, a pure rich second generation. He's father and mother started He's real estate from scratch. Later, He's mother unfortunately injured her body during childbirth. She passed away a few years later. At that time, the original body was less than five years old. Father and son The two lived together for a few years, and Father He felt sorry for Yuanshen, who lost his mother's love at such a young age.

The bad thing is that Father He suddenly proposed remarriage when he graduated from junior high school, and the remarriage object was still his secretary, boss and secretary.

The original body couldn't accept it for a while, and there were still friends who had ulterior motives giving him science popularization every day. What does it mean? , that is, Haishi went to high school.

He intentionally indulged himself, skipped classes and fought every day, smoked and drank, and his grades were a mess. He wanted to use this method to blackmail Father He.

But Father He had an accident in the company's project during that time, and he was so busy that he couldn't take care of this side for a while.

Yuanshen couldn't wait for He's father to compromise, so he ran to drink in frustration, got drunk and passed out on the street, and was picked up by Xue Qingqing who happened to be passing by, and the two formed a friendship.

Xue Qingqing is pure and persistent, occasionally commits a little confusion, runs after Lin Zhiyuan's **** every day, and doesn't care about other people's gossip. This kind of perseverance to move forward gradually moved Yuanshen.

Yuan was moved, jealous, broke out, and began to pursue Xue Qingqing violently. Putting candles on the playground, singing love songs on the radio, Xue Qingqing was at a loss, Lin Zhiyuan was jealous and angry, and the whole No. 1 Middle School was full of gossip and gossip between the three of them, causing trouble There was a lot of buzz.

Because the original confession was vigorous and vigorous, and he did not fall in love and get married later, so the world thought that he had a deep love for Xue Qingqing.

The original body couldn't argue with a hundred words, it was almost aggrieved to death.

Tsk tsk, He Dongchen's teeth ached. Fortunately, the plot has just started, and he and Xue Qingqing have no relationship at all, so there will be no plot about getting drunk and being picked up.

He is a good student.

He Dongchen neatly stacked brand new books in front of the table, blocking the front view and constructing a small blind spot.

Jingle Bell!

The class bell rang.

Yuan Jin, who was obsessed with brushing the questions, put away the exercise book and took out the math textbook for class. Suddenly, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and found a stranger sitting next to her.

Where is Wang Xiaoming?

Yuan Jin's eyes were confused, and he looked a little dumbfounded.

Seeing her reaction, He Dongchen said speechlessly, "Did you not notice the big movement of changing positions just now?"

Yuan Jin was embarrassed, and whispered: "I'm thinking about a math problem, I'm too involved."

"If you're so serious, then you don't know me?" He Dongchen was curious.

"I know you. You're He Dongchen. You just transferred here this morning." Yuan Jin said seriously, as if wanting to prove that he's not a bookworm who doesn't know what's going on outside the window. However, she didn't know that this serious look made her look even more dazed.

He Dongchen glanced past her round eyes and landed on the badge on the school uniform, his eyes flickered slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled: "Hello, classmate Yuan Jin."

As soon as the words fell, the math teacher walked in, and the two ended their conversation.

"Today we learn trigonometry, open the book..."

During the whole morning, not only the students knew about He Dongchen, but even the teachers knew that there was a super rich second generation in No. 1 Middle School. The teachers were temporarily uncertain about He Dongchen's temperament, so no one called his name in class.

He Dongchen was happy and at ease, the content in the textbook was trivial to him, so he didn't take it seriously during class, borrowed a pen from his deskmate and wrote and drew on paper to pass the time.

This appearance falls in the eyes of others, it is the appearance of a scumbag.

One day later, He Dongchen returned to his original residence, the school district room next to No. 1 Middle School, three bedrooms and one living room, spacious and bright, but the decoration is a bit outdated.

This house was left by the original grandfather.

He casually cooked a bowl of noodles for himself, and before he could eat, he received a text message from Father He.

"Father's company is busy, you stay and study in Haishi, I let Assistant Chen go over."

A text message from the bank followed immediately, and the account was credited with one million.

He Dongchen grinned, it seems that there is no need to worry about money in this world.

Assistant Chen is the original body's life assistant, responsible for all trivial matters in life, and the expenses are still the same as He's father's account, as long as it does not exceed a certain amount.

The one million just now was just pocket money given by Father He.

With money to spend and someone to run errands, this mission is off to a good start.

After He Dongchen ate the noodles, he cleaned the bowls and chopsticks. He hadn't gone to the compulsory evening self-study in the first year of high school, so he could spend his evening time freely. He Dongchen made appointments with a few boys he just met today to play a few games, and then he got out of hand.

Because of his superb skills, He Dongchen was forced to take a few rookies to kill monsters and upgrade, and he didn't end the game until twelve o'clock.

The next day, He Dongchen looked at Yuan Jin, the study committee member who collected homework, and said innocently, "I just transferred here for a day."

The two stared at each other.

At the same time, the heroine next door, Xue Qingqing, was also crazily making up homework, oh no, it was crazily copying homework, and the tip of the pen became an afterimage.

Lin Zhiyuan frowned: "What did you do last night?"

Xue Qingqing hurriedly replied: "I forgot!"

"What do you remember in your brain?"

Xue Qingqing licked her lips and smiled: "I remember you."

Lin Zhiyuan's ears were slightly red, and he pursed his lips in silence. Xue Qingqing was always so forthright and enthusiastic. It would be a lie to say that he didn't care, but he knew in his heart that the most important thing now was to study, not to be distracted by dating.

Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting behind the two of them, was fed a mouthful of rations early in the morning, and suddenly felt that the position was wrong!

The school time is always fast, and He Dongchen has been in No. 1 Middle School for more than half a month in a blink of an eye.

That's right, in the eyes of teachers and students, He Dongchen who refused to hand in homework in class is a **** and a scumbag.

However, his good looks, generous shots, and good basketball skills make him quite popular in school.

One morning, He Dongchen took out a pink letter from under the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked the deskmate next to him who was serious about endorsing the letter: "Who put this in?"

Yuan Jin didn't squint, and took the time to reply: "I don't know."

He Dongchen let out an oh, didn't say anything, put the love letter back in the drawer, didn't open it or throw it away, ready to take it home and deal with it. To avoid any **** plot where a certain love letter is posted on the advertisement column.

Noticing his movements, Yuan Jin was rarely distracted for a few seconds.

In fact, she knew who let it go, Banhua from the next class, and accidentally knew that Banhua had a bet with others, and when did Banhua catch up with He Dongchen.

Yuan Jin felt that He Dongchen looked dishonest, but he was actually a good person. A few days ago she was not feeling well, and He Dongchen even helped her ask for leave from the physical education teacher.

Well, it would be even better if the homework could be handed in on time.