The scumbag who was abandoned by me came to the door

Dazed, Zeng Loujia took the garbage bag home again, stood in the empty room for a while, then took a water glass from the living room, raised his head and drank three glasses of plain water, turned around and pushed open the door of Zhang Xiaoyan's room.

Zhang Xiaoyan is very fond of koalas. There are more than a dozen dolls of different styles piled up in the room. He is lying on his side in a pile of soft koalas, busy playing games with his mobile phone.There is no time to lift your eyes.

Zeng Loujia hesitated for a while, then asked him, "Xiao Yan, can you sleep in my room tonight?"

Zhang Xiaoyan was having a good time, and replied, "Is my room full of splendor today? You want to come to sleep?"

Zeng Loujia seemed to have hit a weak point, his big bright eyes twinkled, and he said vaguely, "The light in your room is on, I want to draw a sketch tonight."

All right.It's rare for my brother to ask for help.

After sending Zhang Xiaoyan away, Zeng Loujiadun had to take off his disguise, and walked to the window sill in a few steps. There was a small open-air balcony outside this room, facing the small balcony on Zhao Yu's side.

Without saying a word, he stepped onto the balcony and looked around.

The curtains of Zhao Gun’s house were drawn tightly, and the house was brightly lit. Shadowy figures appeared and left between the curtains, flickering like a shadow puppet show, and occasionally a girl’s joyful laughter came through the glass.

Zeng Loujia actually wanted to see more clearly, stepped on the carved decoration of the iron railing, and leaned out most of his body.

Unexpectedly, the wind on the twelfth floor blew fiercely and fiercely, the rubber slippers on the soles of his feet slipped slightly, and the whole body immediately sweated profusely.

Falling is no joke.

He raised his hand and saw that the water glass in his hand had not been put down, so he came up with an idea, moved a stool and stood by the wall, put the glass on the wall and put it against his ear, and listened for a while.

There is only one wall between Zhao Bun's room and Zhang Xiaoyan's, the thin wall seems to be full of music, and occasionally the sound of thumping sounds like the beating of a muffled drum.

Sometimes intermittently, sometimes continuously.

Let imagination add buff~

"Brother Jia, do you want to have supper? I'll do it?" Zhang Xiaoyan opened the door and poked his head in. "Brother?! Why are you standing so high up? Are you... eavesdropping on the next door?!"

Zeng Loujia was stripped naked for public display, raised his cup and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm doing sports."

Zhang Xiaoyan sneered, "You stand so high when you do exercise?"

Zeng Loujia immediately went up and down between the stool and the ground, raising the empty cup in his hand up and down, repeating, "You don't understand, this is a new exercise taught by our school's physical education teacher, and there will be an exam in a while, now Practice harder."

"Okay, okay, I'm illiterate, and I don't know what the hell you've been studying all day in college," Zhang Xiaoyan asked angrily, "Then do you want rice dumplings made with wine or wontons with fish skin?"

Zeng Loujia got down from the stool and stammered for a long time, "Otherwise, you go to the next door and call Zhao Yu, I think he must be hungry."

"Daydreaming," Zhang Xiaoyan replied with an indifferent face.jpg.

"That beast actually thinks that the fritters I made are too greasy and not nutritious. Even if I throw it to the wild dogs outside, I won't give the surname Zhao any chance to scold me."

Zeng Loujia didn't sleep well for several days, tossing and turning with things in his mind, deeply lamenting that Lian Po is old, drawing design drawings all night before was not as tiring as it is recently.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala will be held as scheduled on Thursday night.

The child who left his parents and went to study suddenly had a bright red face and was full of vigor. On the one hand, people in the same department usually have very little time to communicate with each other. It is a rare opportunity for everyone to have fun and get acquainted with each other. On the other hand, they are preparing for the National Day The children who go home can embark on a short journey home on Friday, and there is no delay in going home for entertainment.

Luo Zixuan said that there are too few programs, which is probably a kind of polite talk. The host went back and forth to change several clothes when he reported the program. Lively atmosphere.

School leaders, department heads, head teachers of all levels and classes, and teachers were all invited to be present. Some of these teachers were cold-faced, and some were sharp-tongued. He turned into an amiable Maitreya Buddha, laughing and laughing with a group of stubborn stone students.

Zeng Loujia guessed one question correctly, and the little girl from the organizing committee immediately gave him a palm-sized square box with a smile on his face. He looked around and saw that the students who won the prizes were all civil engineering majors in mechanical construction. Drawing tablet for drawing, special brush set for advanced painting, no matter how bad it is, it is also a big bucket of laundry detergent.

He was the only one who was empty in this box, shaking it like a light weight.

"What is this?" He asked secretly.

The little girl blushed and said, "The things are definitely not bad. Senior, you can go back and take a look at it at night." She gave a deep wink and left again.

The teachers couldn't sit in the guest seats at all, and they had been running around for a long time. Shen Yawen liked a quieter place, and sat next to Zeng Loujia for a long time.

"I think it's like a trinket." Shen Yawen listened to the voice and argued.

"I don't like wearing jewelry very much." Zeng Loujia was about to borrow flowers to present to the Buddha. "Teacher Shen has taught us hard work, and the student will give it to you. I hope the teacher will accept it."

"Gentlemen don't take what others like. Besides, if you take it apart and it's something you like, then ask me to return it, but I won't return it."

Zeng Loujia smiled modestly and politely, "Because I've never seen it before, so it doesn't matter whether I like it or not. Professor Shen, please don't dislike it. Courtesy is more important than affection."

"The push and gossip arouses people's gossip, so it's better to be respectful than obedient, thank you." Shen Yawen smiled, and put the gift into the bag that he carried with him.

At this time, the lights dimmed and turned black.It seems that there is a most important performance about to debut.

The entire venue fell into an eagerly awaited silence.

The clean guitar sounded softly, and the deep and clear male voice was like a gurgling stream flowing out of a spring. The words were distinct. It was the Internet song "The Flaming Sa Rilang".

The spotlight suddenly came on.

Zhao Gun is dressed in Mongolian costumes, his vigorous arms are waving like a hot-blooded man in the grassland, full of sincerity and tenderness, he swings his fit waist slowly and vigorously with the music.

Homeless person, I have her in my heart.

Thousands of miles will also look back.

The most beautiful flower in the grassland, the fiery red Sarilang.

As hot as fire, as unrestrained as fire.

Infatuated person, I have her in my heart.

There is a kind of happiness called eternal life

The world is as big as it is broad~

Shouts like a tornado erupted from below the stage.

Zhao Gun!You're the best!

Zhao Gun!You are the most handsome!

The lights suddenly turned on, and twenty girls in gorgeous costumes danced with Zhao Bun. In the past, green leaves were called red flowers, but now they are among thousands of flowers.

Zeng Loujia looked at his leisurely and happy appearance. Under the dazzling lights, the girls who looked like flowers and butterflies wrote wanton and happy youth with graceful and smooth movements.

Dai Yuanzheng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly whispered to him, "Zhao Ju is really good, good-looking, high-born, talented, and he can even dance very well. I'm afraid there will be more girls who admire him in the future. Tsk tsk tsk, The stinky boy has a lot of good fortune."

Zeng Loujia knew all about this.

I knew it clearly when I was in high school.

Now it's unabated.

Zeng Loujia didn't care to watch Zhao Jue flirt with other girls, lowered his head and turned on his phone. He never went to school forums, so he was bored to check it out today.

Unexpectedly, the forum exploded.

Many people keep reposting pictures of Zhao Bun dancing with all the beauties. No matter from every angle, Zhao Bun's appearance is as eye-catching as the stars.

Some people are envious of the colorful party of the Department of Architecture, some people are complaining that the people in the Department of Architecture have snatched away the Department of Film and Animation Design with the most beauties, and more people's real name is Xiao Zhao, telling him to have a smaller appetite. Virtue, don't take the lead and take all the good fortune.

The most inconspicuous one is that someone said that he saw the school belle confessing her love to Zhao Bun in the verandah of the school's artificial lake.

Like a small stone, it immediately caused an uproar.

[Our university actually has a creature like a school belle? ]

[Who else confessed to Zhao Yu, last time I saw two people standing under the rockery on the way to the cafeteria, the girl seemed to be rejected, Zhao Yu even handed him a tissue~]

[Zhao Yu is so popular ~ I also want to confess my love ~ Even if I am rejected, there will be gentle comfort ~]

→_→

Zeng Loujia turned off the phone silently, stuffed it into the backpack, then said hello to Dai Yuanzheng, and went to the backstage to change clothes.

The backstage setup is actually very simple, girls only have their own dressing room, and boys can change in a dark corner as long as they don't take off their clothes.

Taking out his taekwondo uniform, Zeng Loujia hurriedly changed into it while no one was around, and finally tied his belt tightly.

Slowly stretched out a hand from the darkness, wrapped his arms around his waist, rested his chin on Zeng Loujia's shoulder, and said lazily, "Baby, I've been looking for you for a long time, and you are changing clothes here!" .”

It was Zhao Gun.

In fact, he just took off his performance clothes, and the hot sweat all over his body has not yet dissipated, and he smelled Zeng Loujia's fragrance in the middle of a bunch of smelly men, so spicy and tangy.

You are a ray of wind, but you are lonely and arrogant to attract mountain torrents.

He searched for him with his bare upper body.

His arms are extremely strong, if he had been hugged in another soft one, sweet water would probably have flowed out earlier.

However, Zeng Loujia only felt that he was sweating and hot, rubbing and seeping into his skin, very sticky and sticky, especially the other party's hormonal masculine breath carried some inexplicable perfume smell.

Zeng Loujia didn't feel any throbbing in his heart, even a little excited.

With his backhand clenched into a casserole-sized fist, he punched Zhao Aotian's unsuspecting brows heavily.

"Ouch!" Zhao Aotian covered his forehead and squatted on the ground in response, "Your surname is Zeng, you murdered your own husband!!"

"Don't get in the way here, it's my turn!"

Zeng Loujia Leng Youyou passed by him, adjusted his breathing slightly, and solemnly walked to the center of the stage.

When the announcer made the announcement 30 seconds ago, the enthusiastic audience below thought they were deaf.

who?Who performs taekwondo?

Zeng Loujia?That cold beauty brother? !

When Zeng Loujia's indifferent figure without any emotion appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Girl: Wow, wow, so handsome, a handsome ascetic guy in Dao uniform~

Boy: Wow, wow, it's so beautiful, how can that waist be so slender~ It grows against the sky~

Everyone's hearts were so turbulent that the entire stage was so quiet that they didn't even take a breath.

After Zeng Loujia adjusted his breathing, he kicked his right foot on the ground and turned his hip joint sharply to the left, clenched his fists as if holding iron, "Ha!" With a roar, his thigh suddenly split out, and the whole leg collapsed like a line from the toe.

If calculated by Zhao Gun's height, this kick would definitely blow his dog's head off.

Turning his body around, Zeng Loujia slashed seven or eight feet horizontally on the spot with the momentum of thunder, each foot was tense and powerful, and his center of gravity was steady, making his body move in a circle, not only did not appear bulky, but seemed dexterous. A phenom spreads its wings and soars.

If Zhao Bun were to be his partner, every foot would surely land on his stomach firmly, ensuring that he would have no children and grandchildren, and his life would be worry-free.

Then Zenglou Jiali straightened up his body, and the shafts of both feet continued to rotate inwards, driving his body to spin and kick rapidly.

If Zhao Bun stood where he was and didn't run away, he probably wouldn't have a problem with hemiplegia.

Several sets of movements were kicked and punched, Lei Li was sharp without losing his sharpness, smart without losing his courage, he could be described as smooth and smooth.

The apple in Zhao Gun's hand fell to the ground three times, but Dai Yuanzheng picked it up, wiped it and put it in his hand.

"Why, are you dumbfounded? Have you ever seen such a powerful Zeng Loujia?"

I haven't seen it, Zeng Loujia never showed this violent side in high school.

Zhao Gun was stunned more than dementia, and the small drum in his heart was uneasy. This is not his Jiajia, this tm is a male killer with a black belt of nine degrees.

There is a kind of illusion in the dark, Zhao Gun thinks of the first night of the two of them.

Once again, I was sure that Jiajia loved him. If he followed this kind of homicide-level kicking method, he would have gone to Thailand to become a transvestite long ago.

Shen Yawen looked at Zhao Gun holding the clothes in his arms, and asked abruptly, "Is this suit Zeng Loujia's?"

Zhao Gun nodded.

Originally, he wanted to learn from the experience of senior Dong Yong and Niulang, and hold Zeng Loujia's clothes in his own hands. Later, when Jiajia was crying and looking for clothes, he could reconcile smoothly.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zeng Loujia on the stage kicked the prepared wooden plank to pieces, and then kicked three consecutive backspins, breaking the other three planks.

Some people secretly commented under the stage: Who of you posted the three words Zeng Xiaohua on the forum before, delete it quickly, don't let the hero Zeng see it, you will die.

(*@ο@*)Wow~

Zhao Gun got up suddenly, and Dai Yuanzheng asked, "The show is unprecedentedly exciting, where are you going?"

"I'm going to put Senior Zeng's clothes back, I should be in a hurry if I can't find them later." Hehe.

Running all the way and dripping with cold sweat, it is estimated that Zeng Loujia's performance has just finished, and Zhao Gun heard thunderous applause through the curtain.

He had to hurry to return the clothes and say sorry, and slapped himself twice, vowing never to disobey the unknown taekwondo master again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he rushed behind the scenes, he heard Luo Zixuan and others calling nervously in a low voice.

"Come on, come on, there seems to be something wrong with Zeng Loujia!"

Zhao Gun turned a corner and saw that there were several people behind the scenes supporting the dizzy Zeng Loujia.

He pushed his hand on the front foot and said, it's okay, I'm not dizzy, and he closed his eyes and lifted the corpse with his back foot.

Zhao Yu was startled, forced his way into the crowd and said, "I am strong, and I will carry him to the hospital. You stay on the stage and don't mess up!"

Luo Zixuan said to him brother, thank you.

Zhao Gun had already rushed to the small clinic outside the school with Zeng Loujia in his arms.

"Jiajia, Jiajia!" Zeng Loujia's name was pressed hard along the road, "You little bastard, you were alive when you kicked the wooden board just now, and you fainted anyway." He was so scared that he almost burst into tears.

When he stopped roaring, he heard Zeng Loujia snoring in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Zeng Loujia hasn't slept so soundly for a long time. Recently, his continuous insomnia caused him to be in a trance. When he was performing on stage, his mind was blank because of being too nervous.

After sleeping for an unknown number of hours, Zeng Loujia opened his eyes, and the familiar environment came into view.

It's my own bedroom.

Zhao Gun was lying on his bedside, and fell asleep peacefully.

He probably heard the sound of the other party getting up, so he also yawned, stretched comfortably, and just now stroked Zeng Loujia's cheek with his warm palm.

"Honey, did you sleep soundly?"

Zeng Loujia's expression was confused at first, but soon became complicated.

Zhao Gun thought he was about to be beaten, so he retracted his hands and covered his nose, "Jia Jia, I didn't do anything, I just covered you with a quilt."

Before he finished speaking, Zeng Loujia suddenly put his arms around his neck, unlike any time when he was cold or fierce.

All kinds of tenderness are like spring water.

"A gun, do you want me, tonight?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-1118:21:12~2020-02-1220:43:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 Pegasus Meteor Fist;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 Yitui Danfeng;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: quack 3;. 2;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I love Wangzai aaaaaa!!!!! 20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!