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

Before the vacation, Dong Yu took them outside to eat and stuff a meal.

It was not until 10:30 in the middle of the night that I returned to school from outside the school.

When returning to school during the long vacation, the student union case checks the bedroom and counts the number of people.

When Dong Yu walked back from the corner of the stairs, he saw several people crowding around the door of the dormitory. They pushed each other, but no one was willing to knock on the door.

"What are you doing? Knock on the door quickly, and leave as soon as the number is counted!"

The other person turned his head, and Dongyu found that this person was the flowery underpants that they had suffered in the beginning of school.

Hua Pants said: "Whoever you like to go, whoever wants to go, anyway, I won't go."

"Cough." Xu Wenguan coughed dryly.

Hua Pants tilted her head to look at the crowd with a sneer, with a stiff smile on her face, "You guys just came back? Did you have a good time on vacation?"

"It's okay." Xu Wenguan nodded and said, "Is there anything else? Don't get in the way."

"It's okay, it's okay, please."

When he was about to enter the dormitory, Song Xueman pressed Dongyu's shoulder from behind, and Dongyu turned around suspiciously, "Is there anything else?"

Song Xueman hesitated to speak, and when they entered the dormitory, Song Xueman said unhurriedly, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"..." Dong Yu looked at him inexplicably, "Do you really think I'm a child?"

Song Xueman sighed, looking very regretful: "Good night."

Back to the dormitory, a night without dreams.

In English class on Monday morning, Jiang Shi took a few minutes to announce that He Ying had dropped out of school.

Dong Yu didn't touch the game for several days. He pulled Xu Wenguan and they started a black game. In the end, there was still one person missing. He wanted to call Song Xueman, but he was afraid that it would affect his hand injury. At this moment, the second child in the front row suddenly turned around. .

"game?"

Dong Yu had never seen his second child play a game before, and felt a little novel, so he said, "Do you play?"

"Show me." The second child said.

Dong Yu held the phone in front of the second child, "That's it."

Dong Yu was introducing to the second child when a game invitation popped up on the interface, which was Song Xueman's ID.

At the same time, Song Xueman glanced at the second child with a half-smile, and said, "Sorry, it's full."

"Is your hand okay?" Dong Yu asked.

"It's ok."

Hearing what he said, Dong Yu agreed to the invitation, patted the second child on the shoulder, and said, "I will take you in the next game."

"Forget it, let's play."

After entering the team, Dong Yu glanced at the heroes Song Xueman had recently used, and his eyes landed on his nickname in a strange way.

"Teach me to fish."

In the past, I didn't think it was strange, but now the more I look at it, the more I feel it is dazzling.

What's the matter with Song Xueman? During this period of time, he kept saying things that made his heart beat faster, which made Dongyu feel a little sentimental.

"Dongyu?" Song Xueman called softly.

Dong Yu came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Song Xueman smiled and said, "Game."

Dong Yu reacted, and randomly selected a hero from the hero list.

"What are you thinking?" Song Xueman asked in a low voice.

Dong Yu had the nerve to let him know what he was thinking, and said vaguely, "It's nothing."

After playing a few games, Song Xueman mostly chose auxiliary heroes, like why he catered to him, and always followed Dong Yu.

Passing by the playground after class, I saw many clubs starting to recruit students.

Dong Yu glanced at the crowd and saw the registration place of Qingyin Club.Tianjin University attaches great importance to the interests and hobbies of students, and can establish links with the outside world for almost every club.

Take the Qingyin Club, for example. According to Xu Wenguan, the Qingyin Club is a relatively well-known club in Tianjin University and is often invited to perform in various places.

"Want to go?" Song Xueman said.

Dong Yu shook his head: "The student union is already very busy."

Song Xueman stopped in her tracks and looked serious: "It's okay, you don't need to take care of the student union, just leave it to me."

"You are the class monitor and the president of the student union. You are already too busy. I can't trouble you anymore."

"Dong Yu, you made a mistake." Song Xueman smiled, raised her finger and brushed against Dong Yu's cheek, "I didn't do these things because of myself."

Dong Yu was a little curious and puzzled: "What is that for?"

"You. With me here, you can do whatever you want without worrying about anything else. Just like now, do what you want, and I will accompany you to sign up."

"Thank you...can I join the two clubs?"

"can."

Accompanied by Song Xueman, Dongyu reported to Qingyin Club.

After entering the exchange group, the group owner asked to gather for a meeting on Wednesday morning, and Dong Yu withdrew after a few glances.

On Monday night, Dong Yu ticked off the books sent by his mother one by one, and arranged them neatly in their original positions.

After tidying up the desk, he went to take a shower, and when he came out, the three people who were originally nestled in the bed were all sitting in front of the desk and fiddled with something solemnly.

"What happened?" Dongyu walked behind Xu Wenguan while wiping her wet hair.

Xu Wenguan looked back at him sadly, and said, "Dongyu, did you forget something?"

"What did I forget?" Dong Yu asked confusedly.

"Chinese papers!"

"Oh." Dong Yu responded calmly, "I thought it was a big fuss. I've written the thesis a long time ago."

The other three looked at Dong Yu quietly.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"My friend, it is necessary to remind you that your computer has long been honorably sacrificed."

"..." Dong Yu's face froze, and he hurriedly picked up his phone and flipped through it. His phone hadn't been saved at all!

"When will it be handed in?"

"Before twelve o'clock tonight, the teacher urged me in the group."

Dong Yu ran into the QQ group to have a look, and the Chinese teacher had urged her several times.

When Dong Yu was thinking about what to do, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Opening the door, Song Xueman stood quietly outside.

"Have you written the thesis?" Song Xueman was wearing a pair of glasses, and she should have just left from the computer.

Dong Yu drooped his head, and said sullenly: "It was written originally, and it's all in the computer."

Song Xueman's eyes touched his wet clothes and said, "Put on your coat and follow me."

Dong Yu casually pulled a coat over his body, and went to the opposite dormitory with Song Xueman.

In the dormitory, except for the third child, the two of them are rushing to finish their papers.

Song Xueman asked Dongyu to sit down, opened a document from the computer desktop, and said, "I looked at the materials and materials you posted in the class group before, and re-written a paper using your narrative tone. Added some of what I think is your point of view. Take a look and see if there is anything that needs to be changed."

Dong Yu asked in surprise, "When did you write it?"

Song Xueman smiled warmly and said, "The night you fell asleep."

Dong Yu looked at him in astonishment, "You didn't sleep all night?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Song Xueman laughed, and half-truthfully said: "You are right next to me, how can I sleep."

The second child and the fourth child who were scribbling in front of the computer looked over.

They looked at Song Xueman suspiciously.

After a while, the second child looked at Dong Yu sympathetically and asked, "Did you feel any strange feeling after you fell asleep?"

The fourth child echoed, "Well... For example, did you have any strange dreams?"

Dong Yu shook his head in confusion, "No, I slept soundly."

Song Xueman pinched both of his cheeks and twisted to the side, "Let's read the paper first."