On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

Zhang Zedong admired Song Xueman very much, and it was the first time in his life that he met someone who made him feel evenly matched.

He smiled and said, "Oh? I want to see why I regret it."

Dong Yu's curiosity was aroused, and he raised his head to look at Song Xueman.

Song Xueman had a faint smile on her lips, as if she had a plan in mind.

Just as he was watching, someone slapped the back of his neck suddenly. Zhang Zedong stared and said, "What are you looking at? Are there any rules?"

Song Xueman said unhurriedly: "Instructor, when you were suspicious of the students, the sausage in your hot dog was snatched away by Instructor Lian Xu next door."

"Fuck me?" Zhang Zedong ran to the grass, and sure enough, the sausage in the hot dog had disappeared.

He stared angrily, looked at Xu Hong who had just put the sausage into his mouth, and cursed, "Xu Hong, your uncle!"

Chichi laughter came from the team, Xu Hong wiped his shiny mouth, and said slyly: "Brother Dong, it smells so good."

"Fuck me..."

Song Xueman reminded: "Instructor, you can't swear during the military training."

Zhang Zedong gritted his teeth, gave him a hard look, and asked the others: "Did I swear? Did you hear it? Or did you hear it?"

Several freshmen who were asked shook their heads repeatedly: "No, I didn't hear that."

Zhang Zedong raised his eyebrows triumphantly, Song Xueman silently lowered his eyes to avoid confrontation with him.

"I heard it." A voice came from not far away.

The chief instructor came from the front row with a dark face, Xu Hong followed him and smiled gloatingly, Zhang Zedong's face turned green when he heard it.

"Instructor Qiu, I'm just talking too fast." Zhang Zedong explained.

The chief instructor snorted coldly: "Come with me."

Then he said to Xu Hong: "Old Xu, look at the people in Lian."

"Hey, good." Xu Hong agreed very readily.

When the two left, Zhang Zedong turned his head frequently, and Dongyu and Xu Wenguan were almost laughing out loud in the back row.

"Dong Yu, you buddy is too fierce." Xu Wenguan supported his shoulders and said.

Xu Wenguan smiled and bent over. Song Xueman happened to look sideways. His eyes were like swords, and they were accurately hooked on his arm. Xu Wenguan felt as if someone had stabbed his arm, so he quickly retracted it.

Dong Yu grinned happily: "He wasn't so funny before."

Xu Hong came over and patted Song Xueman on the shoulder, and praised: "It's amazing. It's the first time I saw Zhang Zedong suffer. He avenged me. Thank you."

Song Xue bowed her head meekly, and said with a smile, "It should."

Xu Hong made an expression of "I understand" and said, "Okay, let's rest in place for 10 minutes."

The fourth child was unhappy when he heard that: "What about us?"

A series of people: "..."

Everyone in Erlian: "..."

This classmate, is there a pit in your head?

Dong Yu couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "Not being in company with the fourth child is the luckiest thing I have ever encountered so far."

Xu Wenguan nodded seriously, and after a few seconds, he jokingly said, "Shouldn't you be the luckiest person to meet me?"

Dong Yu: "...Get lost."

Xu Wenguan really got out.

Dong Yu sat down on the ground, and Song Xueman walked towards him.

"Are you tired?" Song Xueman sat beside him.

"good."

"I decided to agree to the invitation of the student union."

Dong Yu froze for a moment: "What about the important thing?"

"We can do it together." Song Xue stared at him with dark eyes, as if she had ulterior motives.

"Do together?"

Song Xueman nodded: "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Song Xueman said again: "What about you? Do you want to join the student union? It's very interesting."

Dong Yu lowered his head and thought about it.

He didn't care which club he went to, and he didn't care about the comprehensive evaluation, so he didn't agree: "I'll see, maybe I will be locked up in a club with Xu Wen, so that we can take care of each other."

Song Xueman suddenly said: "The student union is also fine, I will take care of you."

Dong Yu stared at him blankly, her heartbeat gradually amplified.

Song Xueman is so kind to friends?

"let me think again."

Song Xueman didn't insist anymore: "Okay."

In less than 10 minutes, Zhang Zedong returned to the team, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he must have been scolded.

He saw that everyone was lazily sitting on the ground, and the top of their heads was almost smoking: "Who told you to rest?!"

Xu Hong stood up: "It's me. They have been standing for a long time, they can rest now."

"Don't lie there for personal gain. Don't think that I don't know about your messy guts. Sooner or later, I have to clean up for you."

These words seemed to be talking about Xu Hong, but everyone knew clearly that he was talking about Song Xueman.

"Use it for the whole body, in the military posture for half an hour, not less than a minute."

Zhang Zedong felt as if he had eaten meth all day long, and he yelled at anyone when he talked to him. Later, Dong Yu accidentally tilted his foot and was supported by him to sit under the stage, his brows softened a bit.

At the end of a day of military training, everyone was out of breath, only Song Xueman could barely stand in the crowd.

Zhang Zedong smashed his mouth, he didn't make it right, but made others suffer.

Dong Yu was not surprised by Song Xueman's mental state at all. He used to do fitness regularly, and this kind of training was nothing to Song Xueman at all.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a shower, Dongyu's stomach started growling again.

He turned over from the table to the instant noodles that he didn't have time to eat last night, planning to go to the next door to borrow some hot water, just in time to see what god lives next door.

The fourth child lay on the head of the bed and said weakly, "Leave me some soup later."

Xu Wenguan walked out of the toilet with trembling legs, leaned on the chair and asked the fourth child: "Old Xu also punished you?"

The fourth child gave him a quiet look: "Getting rid of 'men' is punishing me. I shouldn't be so mean that day, why does he hold grudges like a big man?"

The third child sat at the desk and brushed, laughing from time to time.

Dong Yu asked in surprise, "Why are you so energetic?"

The third child stopped playing, looked back at the three of them, and said blankly, "Are you tired? I think military training is quite fun."

"Fun?!" Xu Wenguan jumped up.

The third child took it for granted: "Yes, the instructor asked me to help him patrol, and he didn't do anything all day long."

The other three: "..."

Dong Yu sighed inwardly, opened the door, the corridor window was open, and a gust of night wind blew head-on.

The night breeze brought a scent of vinegar, which seemed to come from the opposite door.

Dong Yu likes to add vinegar to everything he eats, and it makes him hungry after smelling it.

"Boom-"

"Student, is there any boiling water?"

There was the sound of chairs being dragged inside, as if someone was pulling slippers and walking towards the door.

The door opened with a "squeak", and a boy with a dull expression appeared.

Boys seem to often stay up late, with heavy dark circles under their eyes, making their skin look extra pale.

However, he has delicate facial features and looks sickly and beautiful.

"Is there something wrong?" The boy's pupils were light, and he was a little tired when he looked at people.

Dong Yu said: "Hello, is there any boiling water?"

The boy nodded and turned to let him in.

Dong Yu looked at the boy curiously. Is he the one who makes the underpants afraid of becoming a grandson?

"The things in school are too expensive. A bucket of water costs 28 yuan, and outside it is 15 yuan at most." A boy wearing glasses sat by the door. He pushed his glasses, like a business elite.

Outside the balcony, a boy with dyed blond hair had just finished taking a shower and was walking into the house while wiping his hair. Hearing this, he said, "Your family is short of more than 20 yuan?"

The man with glasses said: "It's not a question of whether there is a lack or not. Spend what should be spent, and save what should not be spent."

The boy seemed to be used to this kind of conversation, and pointed to Dongyu where the drinking water was: "It's already boiled."

Dong Yu was not used to being alone in a strange place, so he walked to the water dispenser with his head buried.

He had just touched the switch of the water dispenser when a voice suddenly appeared beside him: "Wait a minute."

A hand with strong knuckles pressed Dong Yu's shoulder, and he took the instant noodles from Dong Yu's hand familiarly, and said in a warm voice: "The noodles are almost cooked, please bear with it."

Dong Yu felt that the voice was very familiar, so he looked over.

"Song Xueman?" Dong Yu shouted in disbelief.

Song Xueman should have taken a shower not long ago, and the tips of her hair were still damp.

He pulled the dumbfounded Dong Yu to his desk, only then did Dong Yu realize that there was a small pot on his desk, and a bowl beside it, from which the aroma of vinegar came from.

Dong Yu was suddenly attracted, and forgot to ask him why he was here.

"Where did you get the pot? Isn't it forbidden to use electrical appliances?"

Song Xueman's desk is very tidy, and one can tell at a glance that he is very self-disciplined and loves to be clean.

"I asked, and small appliances are allowed."

"By the way, why are you here? Don't you live outside the school?"

Song Xue said without changing her face: "In order to cooperate with the work of the student union, I decided to live on campus."

Dong Yu muffled his head and said "Oh", "It seems to be more convenient to live on campus."

So, he is going to be the opposite neighbor with Song Xueman? !

As a friend, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Song Xueman carefully put the noodles into a bowl, and then pushed it in front of Dongyu.

Dong Yu's eyes were a little confused, Song Xueman put the chopsticks in his palm after seeing it, and said with a gentle smile, "Eat it while it's hot, I added a lot of vinegar."

Dong Yu squeezed the chopsticks, looked at Song Xueman's face, and asked, "Did you cook it for me?"

Song Xueman nodded, "Yes."

"How did you know I was coming?"

Song Xueman leaned on the desk, lowered her head slightly to look at him, and said, "I know you will be hungry, if you don't come over, I'll send it over."

Dong Yu was very surprised: "How did you know I would be hungry?"

Song Xue smiled nonchalantly: "You only had one bowl for dinner."

"So?" Dong Yu was still puzzled.

Song Xueman lowered her head, her long eyelashes covered the emotions in her eyes, and the water mist on her hair set off her fair face, giving people a feeling of "green mountains after the rain", which made people feel refreshed.

"You used to eat two bowls. You probably haven't slept well in the past few days. You're not used to it. Your appetite has become smaller."

Dong Yu didn't pay attention to these, and murmured: "Is there?"

Dong Yu knocked his mouth against the side of the bowl, put some into his mouth, and still couldn't help asking: "Song Xueman, I know you have a good memory, but are you too boring? You even remember how many bowls of rice I ate. "

Song Xueman laughed and said, "I remember everything about you."

Dong Yu shook his head and said, "Impossible, you didn't care about these before."

Hearing his words, Song Xueman's body shook: "You think I don't care?"

"Hmm."

"Why do you think so?"

Dong Yu said: "I don't know."

Song Xueman frowned and thought about something, as if she had figured it out, but she still couldn't pierce the transparent paper.

Where is the problem?

He raised his eyes and looked at Dongyu.

Dong Yu lowered his head, revealing a white and smooth back of his neck, and Song Xueman's Adam's apple rolled up and down inadvertently.

Forget it, it's still a long time, and I can always figure it out.

"Other things are so dull, and you are so sensitive about this kind of thing."

Dong Yu ate his noodles hard, but didn't answer him.

The blond-haired brother smelled the aroma and was hungry, so he came up behind Dongyu and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Dongyu nodded.

"Give me something to eat?"

Song Xueman narrowed her eyes, "Cook it yourself."

Dong Yu went back after eating and drinking at the opposite door. The poor fourth waited all night for his noodle soup, but he didn't get anything.

After the morning exercises the next day, Song Xueman was called away by the student, Xu Wenguan went back to the dormitory with a stomachache, and Dongyu was the only one eating in the cafeteria.

He ordered a bowl of ramen, planning to find a place to eat and go back to the dormitory.

He was walking in front, and someone behind him shouted: "Dong Yu!"

Dong Yu turned around and saw Song Xueman's tiny feet were limping towards him with gauze wrapped around them.

"He Yunbin?" Dong Yu stood there waiting for him.

He Yunbin approached and said to Dong Yu: "Look for a place to sit? I have something to tell you."

The two found a seat in the corner of the cafeteria. Dong Yu watched He Yunbin struggle to sit on the chair, and couldn't help smiling a little gloatingly.

"What did you do?"

He Yunbin waved his hand: "Forget it, the ligament is strained."

Dong Yu laughed twice, and got to the point: "What do you want to tell me?"

He Yunbin's face turned serious, "Have you gotten very close to Song Xueman recently?"

Dong Yu pursed his lips: "Well, he and I are friends."

"Friend?" He Yunbin shook his head resolutely, "Impossible, Song Xueman is not this kind of person."

Dong Yu frowned, and said with emphasis: "I think it's good to be friends with him."

He Yunbin continued to shake his head: "Dong Yu, I have known him since we were young, in his eyes there is absolutely no such thing as breaking up and still being friends, he definitely has no purpose in approaching you."

The author has something to say: I'll give you the microphone, speak well, Brother Song is watching from the side.

Brother Song asked with a half-smile, "What do you think is my purpose?"