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"Song Yangyang went to the store with that Hu Xiujie." Zhong Chen said, and then paused, "Ah, no, it was with that Director Hu."

Jian Zixing kicked him hard secretly.

"I just made a slip of the tongue." Zhong Chen had no choice but to make amends dryly. He raised his eyes and glanced at the old horse, curled his lips, "I gave you a shock in the middle of the night, and I forgot what Director Hu's name is."

The old horse sighed, "Understood, I'll call her. If you two don't go back to bed in the middle of the night, why don't you eat ice cream, go back quickly!"

"okay!"

Zhong Chen grabbed Jian Zixing's arm, turned around and left, fleeing from the embarrassing scene.

The two of them headed towards the dormitory with hair on their backs, but after walking a few meters, the old horse suddenly yelled from behind.

"Zhongchen." He waved in the night, "Anyway, we've met each other, so come over here, and the teacher will have a word with you."

"What are you talking about?" Zhong Chen shrugged, "It's so cold at night, I froze to death, can't I talk about it tomorrow if I have something to say?"

"I didn't see you cold even after eating popsicles." The old horse frowned, "Hurry up, come with me, and we'll be done in a few words."

"Go." Jian Zixing pushed him, "I guess you have to ask about us, just tell the truth."

Zhong Chen sighed, pulled off the collar of his pajamas, and could only follow to the corner.

Really cold, especially after eating a popsicle and a half.

As he walked, he looked at his white gas. After taking two steps and turning his head, Jian Zixing was standing in the cold wind with his arms around his shoulders, eating the leftover half of a popsicle.

His face is colder than a popsicle, it is estimated that this account will be charged to him again.

Thinking of this, Zhong Chen couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Are you happy?" the old horse suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Zhongchen was taken aback, and then hissed, "No, at your age, can you stop discussing with me about being happy with your boyfriend? Don't you feel very panicked?"

"Take it easy, you two." The old horse looked helpless, "Let me ask you, seven hundred points, is it really your strength?"

Zhong Chen pouted, "Of course not."

Old horse: "Huh?"

"It's said that the composition score is unfair, don't you remember? I normally have to give it another [-] points."

Zhong Chen put his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants while talking, the pockets were a little shallow, he didn't feel very handsome after putting them in for a while, so he took out the laziness and hung it to the sides of his body, with a bored expression on his face.

The old horse stared at him with complicated and confused eyes for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

He reached out and squeezed Zhong Chen's shoulder.

"Teacher, can you ask why, with this ability, you still pass the college entrance examination like that, and you still come to repeat?"

"No." Zhong Chen turned away and yawned at Jian Zixing's silhouette in the night.

"Just act like what Hu Xiujie said about me. I'm sick." He said.

The old horse looked at him, "Then you are well now?"

"Okay." Zhong Chen turned his face sideways with a smile, and pointed his index finger on his ear.

"This little stud earring cured my illness." He raised his eyebrows, whistled, turned around and waved his hands, "This is the end of today's interview, the runner-up student Ba Zhongchen with a score of [-] is going back to sleep."

"Self-enrollment!" Lao Ma shouted from behind.

"I see." Zhong Chen lazily said, "Report, don't forget to give me the form later."

Jian Zixing waited until his eyes were closed, and as soon as Zhong Chen came over, he turned and walked towards the dormitory.Someone put his hand on his shoulder, rested his chin on it, and blew two breaths in his ear.

"Annoying." Jian Zixing half-closed his eyes and moved aside, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Praise my achievements." Zhong Chen leaned into his ear and said, "Lao Ma asked me to apologize to you and ordered me to treat you to breakfast tomorrow morning."

Jian Zixing looked at him suspiciously, "He cares so much?"

"Worry." Zhong Chen exaggeratedly sighed, "Anyway, I have already promised him to treat you to sugar cakes, millet porridge and big buns tomorrow morning, so you can say whether you want to eat or not."

"Fart." Jian Zixing tugged at the collar of his pajamas wearily, "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

There was no one in the dormitory, so Zhang Xi and Gao Ang went to Liu Yi's house to discuss the matter of Song Yangyang's family.Zhong Chen was too lazy to participate, but the group even called him, hung up and dialed again, until he answered.

Zhong Chen turned on the hands-free and put the phone next to the pillow, helplessly: "Has it been a long time since I cleaned you up?"

"Yangyang is in dire straits, how can you be a ruthless person!" Li Qiankun said righteously, "We just thought that Yangyang might be retaliated by the other party, and we are discussing how to rescue him. Brother Chen, how many ropes can you tie at most? ? Can you tie twelve?"

Jian Zixing squinted indifferently, lying on the bed and twisting the Rubik's Cube, as if he was twisting Li Qiankun's head.

Zhong Chen glanced at him, raised the phone and said, "Just enough to tie the six of you."

"Don't take me." Liu Yi said helplessly at the other end: "I was forced to discuss big plans with them, motherfucker mentally retarded."

The other end of the phone started arguing again, Zhong Chen was so annoyed that he couldn't help it, he plugged in the earphones, and then threw the earphones and the phone under his feet.

"Xingxing." He asked in a low voice, "Are you still cold?"

"A little bit." Jian Zixing kicked twice under the quilt, "It's cold under your feet, aren't you cold?"

"I have a little too." Zhongchen said, "Although the popsicles are delicious, they feel a little rough."

Jian Zixing was speechless, and was about to throw the blanket under his body to him when he felt a gust of wind above his head. Before he could react, he was pushed hard, one shoulder hit the wall, and the other followed a The big bones knocked together, and my whole body ached.

The iron bed frame hummed, Jian Zixing stared at someone who squeezed himself into the corner, "What's wrong with you?"

"Warm and warm." Zhong Chen squeezed into his bed forcibly, put his hands on his body and rubbed furiously, "It's so hot! Muscles are activated! Blood circulation, do you understand?"

"Do you understand the word dead?" Jian Zixing stared, and glanced at the foot of the bed on his side.

"I muted our side, don't worry, I won't die." Zhong Chen laughed happily, "Just lie down next to each other for a while."

Under the quilt, the two big boys were basically sticking together, and one of Zhong Chen's arms was still dangling outside the railing of the bed.

"Boyfriend, Xing Xing's boyfriend." He held Jian Zixing's hand, "I want to participate in self-enrollment, will you accompany me?"

"Q University's self-enrollment and next year's national finals are on the same week, and we happen to be together." Jian Zixing said.

"You know?" Zhong Chen propped himself up on the pillow all of a sudden, "Did you check secretly?"

"Fart." Jian Zixing pouted, "Is there a need to check? Knowing when Q University recruits itself is the basic quality of our 700-plus academic masters."

Zhong Chen: "Us?"

Jian Zixing was upset and said, "Without you."

He turned around and listened to someone cuddling behind his back, but after a while he suddenly remembered something and turned over again.

Zhong Chen was watching him from a few centimeters away.

"I remember you debated a physics problem with me on the post bar." Jian Zixing narrowed his eyes slightly, "There is a comprehensive problem about motor speed, do you have any impression?"

"Yes." When Zhong Chen mentioned this, he felt a little sad, leaning on his arm and looking at the sky, "I never beat you in fucking physics."

Jian Zixing curled his lips when he heard the words, and asked again, "But your solution to that question is beyond the outline, have you ever taught yourself big things?"

"Study a little bit, and electrodynamics." Zhong Chen muttered, "but I'm not interested."

"Then, robot, can you understand?"

"I can understand a little bit." Zhongchen said, "It's the kind of God's perspective that doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk. You can see the shortcomings of each robot, but sometimes you don't know how to change them. For example, Brother Crab, I feel In the next match against Chen Jing’s Decomposer, the main problem is that it can’t get close. The Decomposer is full of martial arts, and the dozens of rotating blades are not for play, but the wires embedded in the joints of the small crab’s pliers are specially chopped.”

Jian Zixing sighed, "I can't completely hide the cables at the joints of the bearings for the time being, and the movement will always reveal a little bit. This is the only weakness of Xiaoxie."

"Brother Crab has no pincers and everything." Zhong Chen arched Jian Zixing's hair with his nose, felt itchy, and moved back a few centimeters, "You have to find a way to attack from the distance of the opponent's blade. Last time I went to your house to dismantle it." The full armor at home is enough, but the rear swing is a bit heavy, and the design requires a lot of work.”

Jian Zixing nodded.

What Zhong Chen said was exactly what he thought.If you want to defeat the decomposer, you must fully arm the crab, but there is a problem with the design of the center of gravity of the full armament. Once the center of gravity is balanced, the whole body will be pulled and mobilized, and the scalp feels numb just thinking about it.

Jian Zixing took a deep breath, and before he could sigh, Zhong Chen leaned over and gnawed on his cheek.

"What are you doing?" He glared.

"If you don't accept it, you can chew it back." Zhong Chen touched him with his foot under the quilt.

Jian Zixing sneered, turned his head and gave a tooth mark on Zhong Chen's collarbone, ruthlessly, Lin Songkou also used his teeth to grind the thin piece of skin.

"Dissatisfied." He squinted at the red patch and said.

Zhong Chen hissed, and locked his hand on his shoulder, "Peppa is really arrogant..."

Two big boys can fight on the bed if they disagree.

Jian Zixing felt that this kind of behavior of kicking around on the one-meter-wide upper bunk bed was very childish, but he never tired of it when he really fought.He punched and blocked every move, heard the two bedsteads humming together, and there was only someone in sight.

Half of Zhong Chen's body was kicked off the bed by him, and he pulled the railing with one hand and rolled back up with a pull-up.

When he exerted his strength, the muscles on his entire arm stretched, and the blue veins stood out under the skin, exuding a surging youthful look.

Jian Zixing narrowed his eyes, "Which one of us is arrogant?"

"Then each depends on their ability." Zhong Chen raised his eyebrows and patted his pillow twice vigorously, "Young man, see you in the final exam, 88!"

"Fart. Shut up, the loser." Jian Zixing watched him return to his side of the bed indifferently.

Zhong Chen threw himself back on the bed board in his old posture arrogantly, pulled up the quilt and rolled it around his body with a whimper, the quilt was cool, and the heat from the tossing just now disappeared.

The mobile phone was picked up by the quilt and hit on his calf. He fished it up casually and found that the mentally retarded group had hung up the phone at some point.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Brother Chen." Zhang Xi's voice sounded, "Are you two asleep?"

"Not yet, the door is unlocked." Zhong Chen sat up and glanced at the lock, "Come in directly."

The door of the dormitory was pushed open immediately. The bearings of the wooden door were rusted and creaked every time the door was opened.

Today's creaking sound was inexplicably cautious. Jian Zixing was lying on the bed and browsing the mechanical forum, but after reading it for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he propped himself up and looked down.

Gao Ang and Zhang Xi had serious faces, and there was a bit of confusion in the seriousness. Seeing him looking over, Gao Ang raised his head and looked at him.

"?"

Jian Zixing raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Yangyang's matter is resolved?"

Gao Ang's mouth twitched, "Son..."

"Boss Zixing." Zhang Xi took over the conversation, "Yangyang called just now and said that the damage to the store at home is not serious, and there is nothing wrong with him. Now the police and the boss of the opposite family are here and are mediating. Let us rest easy."

"Oh, isn't this good." Jian Zixing put the phone back under the pillow, "Then can you calm down? Go to sleep and go to bed."

"Well, good." Song Yangyang nodded quickly, turned around and threw the jacket over the pajamas on the stool, and pulled up the sleeves.

Jian Zixing saw that they were muttering and didn't know what to say, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's all right." Zhang Xi smiled stiffly, "Hey, I think Gao Ang is a little out of his mind today, he must be sick, and I'll find some antipyretics for him later."

"You are fucking sick." Gao Ang muttered dissatisfiedly, shook off his hand, changed into pajamas and climbed up the ladder.

Jian Zixing understands Gao Ang, he has a straight heart, all emotions are written on his face, and he can't hold back or pretend to be anything else.

He sighed and sat up, "What's the matter, did you quarrel with Xixi?"

"We didn't quarrel." Gao Ang took a deep breath, suddenly reached out and pointed in Zhong Chen's direction, then pointed back to Jian Zixing, "It's you two."

The room was subtly quiet for a few seconds, Zhang Xi stopped talking, climbed onto the bed silently, and sat against the wall with Gao Ang.

Zhong Chen looked over, "What's the situation? What happened to us?"

"It's just you two." Gao Ang paused, swallowed hard, and lowered his voice a little guilty: "You two had a fight, just now, it was Zhong Chen who went to your bed to do it."