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Fools are much happier.

Jian Zixing's game video lasted only 5 minutes, and the big guys watched it at double speed. When the aunt's yelling to check the bedroom was getting closer, all the people rushed to clean up, and went back to their houses with the surplus food they had divided.

Jian Zixing was so agitated by this group of people's quarrel, he didn't know that boys could chatter like this before, he sat on the stool for a long time in a daze before he slowly reached out and rubbed his ears.

Zhong Chen sat on the table and continued to eat his flossy shellfish, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to fix crabs tonight?"

Zhang Xi, who was packing up his things and preparing to go to self-study, turned around, "That's right, Xiao Xie lost a pincer. Don't fix it tonight. I just came back from out of town and have a good rest."

Jian Zixing smiled, and when he was about to get up when he got out, Zhong Chen took out a screwdriver from nowhere and handed it over.

"Fix it." He said while swallowing the meat floss, "If you can't fix it, you won't be able to sleep."

Jian Zixing took the screwdriver, dragged the trolley case over, nodded and said: "Actually, it can't be repaired overnight, but I want to check the damage first, and if it is still satisfactory, clean out the screws at the root."

Zhong Chen smiled, "Let's do it."

The dormitory space is small, and it is difficult to disassemble even an ordinary sweeping robot, let alone a sophisticated fighting robot.

Jian Zixing tried his best not to occupy Gao Ang and Zhang Xi's space, and arranged a table and a stool for himself by classifying the parts. He stood on the ground, and requisitioned the stool that Zhong Chen was not sitting on.

Zhong Chen sat on the table and wrote a composition. After writing a few strokes on the pad of paper on his lap, he stopped and asked, "Is the little crab still changing?"

"Change." Jian Zixing lowered his head and said while twisting the wire, "We need to remove the blade and perfect the crab claws. This time the preliminary competition was in a hurry, so I had to add a second set of weapons to the little crab, but the essence of the little crab is simplicity. Violence, not too many bells and whistles."

"Brother Jian Zixing." Zhong Chen casually picked up another small meat floss shellfish, handed it to Jian Zixing's mouth, and said with a smile: "I want to interview you, do you already have a decision in your heart? Are you determined to win the championship?"

"What a strange name." Jian Zixing glanced at him speechlessly, turned his head and bit Xiao Bei into his mouth, occupying both hands, he could only chew it into his mouth bit by bit with his head up and swallowed before continuing: "I can't say that I am determined to win, but never Judging from the data of the preliminary competition, the other shortlisted robots are indeed not as good as the disintegrators, and it should be no problem to play more stable in the future."

Zhong Chen smiled and sighed, "You are stable in college."

"Are you unsteady?" Jian Zixing raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you still brag to Lao Ma today that if there is only one score in English and Chinese, it would be you?"

"That's the reason." Zhong Chen smacked his lips, "But in case I don't perform well in my self-examination, I only add [-] to [-] points, and what if I get off-topic in the composition and get zero points?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Zixing turned around in silence and continued to twist the screwdriver. After twisting twice, he was so angry that he picked up the expensive cushion and smashed it with his backhand.

Jian Zixing said angrily: "Do you hear that you are speaking human language?"

Zhong Chen sat on the table with his waist bent, hid the cushion and almost knocked his head, and said: "I'm serious, alas, you don't believe my pressure."

Jian Zixing snorted, turned around and continued to repair the robot.

After more than two hours of tinkering work, the two people who had gone to self-study came back, and Jian Zixing also closed the stall, washed and slept.

Gao Ang and Zhang Xi are both working hard, especially Gao Ang. The tension of studying has suddenly increased a lot in the past few days.Jian Zixing understands him, Gao Gao doesn't like to compete with others, but he is absolutely unwilling to sink to the bottom.This dormitory was originally set off by Zhong Chen, and he could still laugh and laugh. Since Zhong Chen suddenly rushed up, he instantly became the dangerous lowest scorer in the whole dormitory.

Zhong Chen and Zhang Xi went to wash up together, and Jian Zixing solved the Rubik's Cube once a day in bed, and then shouted: "High."

After several seconds, Gao Ang took off the earphones, "Who called me?"

Jian Zixing pulled back the quilt, "Have you decided which school to take this year?"

"Almost." Gao Ang muttered: "But it still seems a bit far away now. Hey, wait until next year when the horoscope is out. I'll tell you if the horoscope is a bit off then."

"Tell me now." Jian Zixing looked at him, "I have nothing to hide from me."

Hearing the words, Gao Ang tugged on the headphone cable, and said after a while, "I'm in the same city as you, the University of Aeronautics and Astronautics."

Jian Zixing raised his eyebrows, "What about your major?"

"What majors can I take for the University of Aeronautics and Astronautics? Just those aces. The score is a little high, but the ideal is still there." Gao Ang sighed, looking at the ceiling, "The main thing is that we are together, classmates. After so many years, I also want to hang out with you in college. You have made a bastard boyfriend now, I will go, and I will not strengthen our friendship..."

"cough."

Zhong Chen kicked the door open from the outside, shaking the water droplets on his head, "What are you talking about?"

"The essence of the redox reaction..." Gao Ang immediately looked at the ceiling and rolled his eyes, "The essence...is the gain or loss of electrons or the shift of shared electron pairs..."

"Recite in a low voice." Zhong Chen threw the basin on the shelf, wiped his head twice with a towel, "Xi Xi just said that he would go to sleep immediately after going to the bathroom, he was so sleepy that his soul was out of his body, don't disturb him. "

"Ah?" Gao Ang grabbed the railing of the bed when he heard the words, "Do you think we, Xixi, can hold on? We have been staying up late and studying for several months, and an accident at home has caused a lot of mental stress, and we are so thin and thin."

Zhongchen took the ladder and climbed up two steps. Like a gust of wind, he slammed himself on the bed. He pointed at him and said, "Besides, I was mentally traumatized by the strong man kissing and vomiting a while ago..."

"Get lost." Gao Ang glared at him, then rolled over and got out of bed after a while, "No, I'll give him the black sesame paste my mother brought me."

"You've got to get into the closet." Zhong Chen glanced at him, and said speechlessly, "Putting your butt makes people want to kick."

"If you dare to touch me." Gao Gao got into the cabinet with his upper body and said angrily in a muffled voice: "Don't you fucking sleep tonight, come single-handedly."

Before Jian Zixing had time to be happy, Zhang Xi came back from the outside, and he was startled when he came in, "What's wrong with Brother Ang? What's in the cabinet?"

"So it's caught here." Gao Ang raised one leg and stepped on the ladder while talking to himself, "One, two, three, give it to me!"

The metal plate in the cabinet slammed, and a whole bag of sesame paste was pulled out, and the small packages were scattered all over the floor.

Zhang Xi held the basin blankly, "What's wrong, Brother Ang?"

"I'll give you sesame paste." Gao Ang bent down to pick up the sesame paste and put it on his table, "One bag every morning and evening."

"Why?" Zhang Xi was even more confused.

Zhong Chen held back his laughter and said, "Your mother Ang is afraid that you won't be able to survive."

"Get out!" Gao Ang threw a bag of sesame paste with his backhand. Before Jian Zixing could react, Zhongchen clicked his tongue, followed by a pain in his forehead, and a crackling sound in his ear.

The dormitory was silent for two seconds.

"I think you want to die." Zhong Chen turned over and sat up, picked up the black sesame paste that hit Jian Zixing's forehead and threw it like a throwing knife, hitting Gao Yang's forehead.

"My day!" Going mad with anger, he stretched out his hand to grab the black sesame paste that had just been placed on Zhang Xi's table and smashed it on the bed one after another.Zhong Chen came to collect one bag after another, smashing it back like an assembly line.

After standing for a while, Zhang Xi silently put down the basin, and quietly climbed up the bed along the ladder.Jian Zixing wanted to be happy and was a little speechless. After a while, he blocked his ears with earphones and turned around to look at his mobile phone.

It was noisy all night, and it didn't subside until midnight.

The moment he stepped into the cafeteria the next morning, Jian Zixing felt something was wrong.

Usually there are occasional discussions about him and Zhong Chen behind their backs, but today is different, there always seem to be some small chattering movements around him, he stands in the line with half-closed eyes, and it seems that he has heard countless words from all directions within a minute "shoemaker".

"What's the situation?" He finally opened his eyes impatiently and looked at Zhong Chen, "What is a shoemaker, and it has something to do with you?"

Zhong Chen stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on the top of his head, which exploded even more, so he gave up and sighed, "I don't know."

Gao Ang in front turned his head and said exaggeratedly: "It's not a shoemaker, it's crab, sauce, crab sauce."

Jian Zixing paused for five seconds, frowned and said, "Little Crab?"

"Bingo!" Gao Ang put his hand on his shoulder, "Now we have crab fans per capita in our school. Boys love Mr. Crab, and girls love crab sauce."

Before Jian Zixing had time to express his disgust, Zhong Chen shrugged his shoulders and shivered.

"Ying Yuan doesn't do that, don't always think of ingenuity and setting up another mountain." He looked at Gao Ang seriously, "I will write a post tonight to teach everyone how to support the regular Xiaocrab fan club."

As soon as the words finished, Jian Zixing stomped his foot in annoyance, "What's the mess, Hu Xiujie brought a group of people who didn't study and came to talk to you again."

"Senior Zixing."

The sudden voice from behind made people stiffen.

The group of people fell silent, and Zhong Chen looked past Jian Zixing to look behind him, with some deep and complicated eyes.

"Senior Zixing." The lively voice raised a little more, "I'm Biubiu from Class [-], Grade [-]".

Jian Zixing turned around and looked at the girl with a high ponytail and a suspicious paper bag in front of her, and couldn't help but confirm, "What?"

Biubiu?

"My name is biubiu. Everyone calls it that, so it's easy to remember." The girl said, "Everyone in our dormitory likes the little crab very much. I hope the senior will continue to cheer with the little crab. This is our heart. I hope the crab sauce will get better soon. .”

"Ah..." Jian Zixing subconsciously stretched out his hand to push him away, but he didn't expect that the moment he stretched out his hand, the other party skillfully put the paper bag on his wrist, and said "You're welcome, senior, come on" and left at the speed of light.

Jian Zixing: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhong Chen whistled and raised his eyebrows: "Take it apart and have a look."

"Screw the fart." Jian Zixing's scalp exploded, and he slapped the thing on Zhong Chen's chest, "Backup President, you can deal with it."

Zhong Chen couldn't hold back his laughter, but was stunned after opening the paper bag.

"What?" Jian Zixing couldn't help but still looked over, "Don't be a bento..."

Inside the paper bag were a few plastic-wrapped Band-Aids, with heart and Cancer prints inside.

Jian Zixing: "..."

A few seconds later, Zhong Chen was so happy that he directly collapsed on his body, resting his chin on his shoulder, took out a band-aid and laughed so hard that he almost hiccupped.

"I'll give the band-aid back when I get back, and put it on the little crab." He circled Jian Zixing and carefully put the band-aid back into the bag, wiped away the tears from laughing, and sighed wildly: "The girls are so cute Damn, one of the pliers is dry and useless, and I sent a Band-Aid to stick it on."

Jian Zixing turned his head when he heard the words, and repeated in a low voice: "Cute?"

Zhong Chen opened his mouth and took a bite near his collarbone. The two of them folded together and turned their backs to the crowd, they couldn't see it, and they couldn't bite the meat through the shirt, but a small piece of the shirt was smeared, and the couch was wet.

Jian Zixing elbowed him, "Drool! You're dead!"

Zhong Chen said happily, "It's not as cute as Xiao Xie."

"Get out." Jian Zixing broke away from him with a grumpy face and took two steps forward.

On the way to the classroom after buying breakfast, several people were discussing the topic of what made the girls think that the Band-Aid could cure the little crab.Jian Zixing was world-weary all the time, until Gao Ang lamented that the girl just now was so cute and wanted to get in touch. His irritability was completely full. Before entering the classroom, he made a dangerous gesture of shutting up.

Fortunately, there is no exaggerated robot worship in the class. In the final analysis, the third grade of high school is not very exciting.

Jian Zixing returned to his seat with his breakfast, looked up at the timetable, and pulled out the math paper.

When the preparatory bell rang, the sound of Hu Xiujie's high-heeled shoes lingered outside the corridor for a while, and finally stopped at the front door of shift zero.

Li Qiankun muttered while flipping through the math papers: "Looks like we got caught being late again in our class."

Ma Feichen glanced back when he heard the words, "No, all seats are full."

The door of the class was pushed open, Hu Xiujie came in, he looked outside again, and then went to the podium.

"Ms. Ma has something to do, so I need to adjust the get out of class." She said calmly, "The students in front of me will close the door. Today's mathematics is all physics, and I will switch back tomorrow."

Everyone below replaced the math papers with physics papers.Jian Zixing originally wanted to listen to a math problem, but since the class was transferred, he simply opened Xiaoxie's notes and continued to design the model.

"What's the matter with the old horse." Li Qiankun muttered while changing the papers in front: "I saw him in the corridor when I came this morning."

Ma Feichen replied casually, "Maybe he came to ask for leave. His family lives nearby."