Words First ABO

Shang Chu went back to the dormitory, except for Bai Aize, the other four people were there.

Song Yao was sitting by the bed untying his shoelaces, saw Shang Chu wearing a black mask, and asked him, "Why are you wearing this, it's pretty cool."

"The smog is heavy." Shang Chu took off the mask and stuffed it into his pocket, "Prevent the smog."

"Hey, it's pretty healthy," Song Yao pointed to the desk, "I've got you some rice, a chicken stewed with mushrooms and cabbage in a dry pot. The taste is good, but the oil is heavy."

Shang Chu said, "Thank you."

Song Yao waved his hands, stuffed his shoes under the bed, and didn't take off his dirty coat and trousers. He just lay down on the bed in such a big way, with his legs crossed: "By the way, the building management just came to deliver supplies, wash your face Basins of towels and everything are put on the shelves, and I have pasted the name strips for you and Lao Bai."

A metal shelf was placed by the window, with exactly six compartments from top to bottom, where the toiletries that were uniformly distributed to everyone were placed.

Shang Chu took a glance, the dark green plastic basin with the name "Song Yao" on it was placed on the fourth grid, his was on the fifth grid, but Bai Aize's washbasin was overturned on the ground, the stainless steel tooth cup was turned upside down, and the white towel There are a few messy dirty footprints on it.

He raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the other people in the room. Qin Sinian was lying on his upper bunk bed, holding a pen and didn't know what he was writing; Zhang Juexiao and Yu Fan were wrestling their arms; Jiang Xuecheng was doing sit-ups on his bed.

Among these people, except for Song Yao and Qin Sinian, the others all had obvious hostility towards Bai Aize.

Song Yao is due to his personality, he is enthusiastic towards everyone, and wished he could hang the words "Friendly Ambassador" on his body; There was an intersection before the training camp, and Qin Sinian, the tail of the crane, always has a weak voice, so it is probably not a personality that would conflict with others.

Shang Chu doesn't want to get involved in this boring small group struggle, his purpose of coming here is very clear - to get the pre-admission places of the police academy first.Apart from getting "No.1", he has no interest in other things.

He took off his coat, sat down at the table, opened the plastic packing box, and the aroma of the food wafted into his nostrils.Shang Chu picked up a chopstick of cabbage and put it into his mouth, he was so hot that he gasped, and the wound on the tip of his tongue stabbed sharply.

"What's wrong?" Song Yao sat up and asked.

"It's okay," Shang Chu put his palm around his mouth and fanned it, "It's burning."

"Oh my god," Song Yao laughed at him, "My Khrushchev never burns his meals!"

"Get rolling!" Shang Chu gave him a middle finger.

On the other side, Jiang Xuecheng finished a few sets of sit-ups, put on his shoes and got out of bed covered in sweat, planning to take a shower.

The metal frame was leaning against the window, and he had to go around Shang Chu who was sitting by the table to get his basin.

Seeing that he was coming, Shang Chu moved his chair inwards to make way for a path behind him.

Jiang Xuecheng walked over sideways, tapped the ground with his toes: "Something fell."

Shang Chu looked down and saw that the black mask fell from his trouser pocket to the ground.

"Thank you." He thanked Jiang Xuecheng.

Jiang Xuecheng didn't speak, and pulled out his washbasin from the metal frame, and at the same time glanced at Bai Aize's things scattered on the ground, raised the corners of his lips in disdain, and let out a sneer.

Shang Chu didn't miss this expression, he bent down to pick up the mask, and glanced at the slippers on Jiang Xuecheng's feet by the way.

The soles are horizontal stripes, exactly the same as the footprints on the white towel.

Shang Chu sneered, feeling that this kind of behavior was absurd and boring, and he didn't know why Jiang Xuecheng did these little tricks.

He picked up the mask and patted it on, without saying anything, and continued to concentrate on eating his meal.

Shangchu ate a total of twelve vegetable worms during this meal, he spread a paper towel on the table, and calmly placed these high-protein corpses on the paper.

After cleaning up the trash, Shang Chu took his own towel basin to wash his face, and when he came back, he found two new footprints on the white towel.

He turned a blind eye, turned around and climbed onto his bed, halfway through the climb, he caught a glimpse of the black mask on the table out of the corner of his eye.

Shang Chu was taken aback, jumped off the ground, picked up the mask and threw it on the bed, climbed up the railing to the upper bunk again, stopped in the middle of the climb, thought for a while on the railing, and jumped down again.

"Where the hell are you bungee jumping?" Song Yao stuck out his head, "What's wrong?"

Shang Chu looked calm, and replied calmly: "I don't want to go up again, I want to see the scenery."

"What's so good?" Song Yao was a little interested, sat up and asked, "Let me see it too!"

"It's nothing." Shang Chu put his hands in his pockets, leisurely stood by the window, "Look at the corn field outside."

"Oh," Song Yao lay down again, and muttered, "What's so good about corn, just the ones outside, Khrushchev can eat them all in three days..."

Shang Chu looked at the gray smog for a while, then turned his head to glance at the other people in the dormitory, seeing that everyone was doing their own business and no one was paying attention, so he bent down like a thief, and picked up Bai Aize quickly put the tooth cup and soap dish in, and then put the washbasin into the sixth grid.

There was another towel on the ground, which was so trampled that it was almost impossible to see its original white color. Shang Chu frowned and stared at it for a while, then threw his own towel from the fifth washbasin into Bai Aize's basin, and then put the towel on the ground Dirty towels in the trash.

"Why did you throw the towel?" Song Yao's voice suddenly sounded, "What do you use for throwing it?"

"Fuck me?!" Shang Chu was so frightened that he almost jumped up. He didn't know why he suddenly felt a little guilty, and asked falteringly, "You, you saw me throwing the towel?"

"That's right," Song Yao was puzzled, squinted his eyes and asked mischievously after a while, "What other bad things did you do?"

"No!" Shang Chu heaved a sigh of relief and kicked the trash can, "This towel is so dirty, throw it away."

About half an hour later, Bai Aize came back.

His body was steaming, and there were crystal beads of sweat hanging from the tip of his hair. He must have gone to exercise.

Shang Chu was lying on the bed reciting vocabulary, heard the movement and glanced down, and saw that he was only wearing a thin sports jacket, and his back was wet.

He curled his lips, thinking that the airborne second son still knew that he was an idiot, but he understood the principle of stupid birds flying first.

Qin Sinian, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly sat up, leaned on the railing of the upper bunk and asked, "Student Bai, are you going to exercise?"

Bai Aize didn't raise his head, and gave a faint "hmm".

"Do you always go to exercise at this time?" Qin Sinian stretched out half of his body, "We can go together next time."

"Not necessarily." Bai Aize said.

"Oh..." Qin Sinian replied dully, and then said, "Then you can call me next time!"

Bai Aize looked at the six plastic basins placed on the metal frame from top to bottom, and saw his name card on the bottom basin, he pulled out the plastic basin, and then paused.

——Why is his towel wet?

Bai Aize frowned slightly, a wet towel was lying in a mess in the plastic basin, before he came back, no one knew who had tampered with his things.

He picked up the corner of the towel between two fingers and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

Shang Chu popped his head out from the top bunk and wanted to return the mask: "..."

Sensing an eager gaze from the top of his head, Bai Aize raised his head and happened to meet Shang Chu's eyes.

"Student Shang, what's the matter?"

Shang Chu smiled slightly, and said with a stiff mouth, "It's okay, I'll take a look at the scenery."

"Looking at the scenery?" Bai Aize glanced out of the foggy window suspiciously.

"He's looking at the cornfield," Song Yao interjected, "I don't know what to see."

Bai Aize teased, "Corn field?"

After noon, the smog became more and more serious, not to mention the cornfields, and the planes on the playground could not be seen at this time.

Shang Chu didn't feel any embarrassment at all, and said confidently, "Why, it's not possible?"

"Well," Bai Aize smiled, turned his head and looked outside, then Mosuo nodded in agreement, "It's really beautiful, the scenery is beautiful."

"..." Shang Chu glanced into the trash can imperceptibly, "What are you doing..."

Bai Aize stared at him quietly, waiting for his next words.

"Classmate Bai," Qin Sinian got out of bed, and handed a brand new light green thin towel to Bai Aize, "I just saw you throw away the towel, I brought a new one when I came, let me use it for you. "

"——It's nothing!" Shang Chu scratched his hair irritably, glanced at the light green patch, and rolled back into the quilt.

Bai Aize raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced sideways into the trash can. The abandoned white towel was tucked into a black trash bag, which made him feel a little wronged.

He didn't notice it just now, but now Bai Aize realized that there was another dirty towel under the wet towel.

And there is no white towel in Shangchu's washbasin in the fifth ge.

Qin Sinian thought he was disgusted, and hurriedly explained: "It's new, I haven't had time to use it yet..."

"Thank you," Bai Aize turned to him and said, "No need."

"Give it to Shang Chu!" Song Yao shook his feet, "I just saw him throw a towel too."

Qin Sinian was taken aback: "Huh?"

"What's wrong with you all? Throwing things away when you see them," Song Yao smacked his lips, "You're not thrifty!"

Bai Aize showed a faint smile: "Give it to classmate Shang."

"Then, classmate Shang," Qin Sinian pursed his lips, "I'll give you this new towel."

Shang Chu poked his head out again, not being polite to Qin Sinian at all, and accepted it with a smile: "Okay, thank you!"

"You're welcome." Qin Sinian pursed his lips, and then said to Bai Aize, "I still have a smaller one, do you want..."

"No need," Bai Aize said, "my fellow monks can just use one."

"Huh?" Qin Sinian was stunned.

"It's fine with mine," Song Yao interjected heartlessly, "They're all old men, it's okay to wipe your butt with a cloth!"

Shang Chu asked back: "Did I promise to use one with you?"

"Throw away my towel, shouldn't you be responsible for me?" Bai Aize looked up at Shang Chu, raised his eyebrows, "Huh? No.1?"