The scumbag who was abandoned by me came to the door

Zeng Loujia's eyes tightened, and he went to the bed and took out the artificial baton. Anyone who dared to do evil at this time would seek death, so he hid the guy behind his body and opened the door coldly.

Zhang Xiaoyan appeared at the gate with a smile on his face.

"Brother Jia, I'm getting paid today." Shaking the meat and vegetables in his hand, he was as happy as if he had won a big prize. He didn't pay attention to Zeng Loujia's fluctuating mood, and walked in on his own, "Today, my brother will get a lot of money." With the skill of housekeeping, I will cook a table of delicious dishes for you, which will make you drool when you smell it."

Taking advantage of his inattention, Zeng Loujia put the imitation baton quietly in the black crack behind the door, and put on a cheerful expression, "That's really great."

Four cans of beer were found from the floor cabinet, "You have been learning to cook for nearly a year, and your cooking skills have improved. You will be able to master a big spoon soon, right?"

Zhang Xiaoyan is the same age as Zeng Loujia, but just a few months younger, he naturally became a younger brother.His height is also slightly lower, just over 1.7 meters. His natural short stature and baby face caused him to suffer a lot on the way to work.

After a while, the aroma of cooking wafted out of the room.

Zhang Xiaoyan was as nimble as a monkey, and it only took 10 minutes to cook two dishes and one soup. Zeng Loujia spread a newspaper on the desk, and the two of them rolled up their sleeves and started eating.

After opening the beer and handing it over, Zhang Xiaoyan was free to continue chatting with Zeng Loujia's words, "How could the boss let me be in charge, especially our chef, that big fat pig, he is the best at watching people order the menu, you know I'm not a local, but a rootless duckweed, trying to bully us foreigners."

Zeng Loujia picked up the chopsticks and stopped, and glanced worriedly.

Zhang Xiaoyan quickly told him to eat quickly, "Brother Jia, don't worry, this level of bullying is much more bearable than what we have endured before!" Realizing that he had slipped his mouth, he quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, don't worry Me, I haven't seen you in the past few days, why do I think you've lost weight again, is it to save money and not eat well!"

Zeng Loujia smiled, "I'm not the miserable hero in an inspirational story. How can I save money? If I don't see you for a few days, you will think I'm skinny. It's too exaggerated. I don't have diabetes."

Afterwards, he gently stroked Zhang Xiaoyan's hair, "But saving money is serious. We both save a little bit. After I graduate in four years, I will rent a storefront and open a small restaurant for you."

Zhang Xiaoyan was not very good at studying, and he had been hanging out in the society for a few years without passing the high school entrance examination. Zeng Loujia always felt that even if a person did not receive a good education, he should master a solid skill.

The small restaurant in this dream is all the beliefs that the two of them stick to.

Zhang Xiaoyan ate some food and secretly asked, "Brother Jia, how much have you saved?"

Zeng Loujia pursed his lips and smiled lowly, and raised two fingers.

"What a coincidence, I also have so much!" Zhang Xiaoyan smiled happily, a blush appeared on his slightly immature face, "But I have saved these two thousand for a long time, and I feel like I am going to spend them on snack gift bags every time. When I was young, poverty tightly grabbed the glutton in my stomach."

"Pfft!"

Zeng Loujia patted his dreamy forehead, "Hey, wake up, I'm talking about [-] yuan, okay!"

"2 yuan~~" Zhang Xiaoyan hugged Zeng Loujia tightly, and said intoxicated, "Brother, you are so rich, can you take care of me, I am delicate and weak and easy to push down~"

Sure enough, Zeng Loujia couldn't push it away.

Hee hee smiled, all the unhappiness and difficulties were just passed away with a smile.

In September, the city still maintained the residual heat of the hot summer. On the main playground of N University, nearly a thousand freshmen dressed in army green camouflage uniforms were under the scorching heat, fighting the cruelest struggle with the hard-faced instructors.

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

The road is long and far away, and I will search up and down.

There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung upright.

Despite the hard work, the mad sand is blown out and the gold is reached.

The slogans of the students in each department were louder and louder.

The instructor in charge of training the Department of Architecture gave a final warning to some crooked guys who couldn't stand up straight, "You young ladies and young masters are just used to it at home. It's bad to pamper you, and it's harmful to spoil you," and then pointed to Zhao who was standing straight. pistol.

"But look at him, standing still for more than ten minutes, with perseverance and patience, how manly he is!"

The people in the queue happened to be able to justifiably take a look at the handsome guy standing at the back of the queue.

Zhao Gun's military cap was pressed down extremely low, just looking at a pair of sexy lips pursed into a line, the lines of his cheeks became more angular and resolute, his standing posture was very standard, his shoulders were open and his back was straight, his naturally hanging arms were connected with his closed five fingers , tightly fitting to the trouser seam.

The camouflage uniform, which was as wide as a sack, bulged like a big bag under the breeze, but there was no ugly look on him.

The man is handsome, even wearing a sack is the benchmark of aristocratic temperament, and he is a fashionista.

Everyone thought: Zhao Gun is quite decent.

Zhao Gun thought: Where did Jiajia go last night?

He deliberately inquired about Zeng Loujia's class, blocked people at the door until the last couple in the study room quarreled and left, but he didn't even see a single hair.

Zhao Gun thought again: Where did Jiajia go this morning?

Holding a dinner plate, he walked around every cafeteria near the building, harvesting countless bunches of pineapples secretly given by beautiful women, and countless arrows from Cupid, but he couldn't find the face he most wanted to see.

When he was in the nineteenth middle school, the sentinel hounds he trained in the bright and dark lines had already figured out everything about Zeng Loujia's whereabouts. The crowd took a few more glances at Jiajia, and Zhao Gun knew everything about it like the palm of his hand.

Now at N University, in the new territory, I am afraid that you cannot attack hard, only outsmart.

Zhao Bun's staring eyes finally loosened a bit. He squinted sideways, and there were a few girls among the group of people standing opposite him who were so courageous that they dared to send him a huge amount of information from a distance. With pulsating eyes and an affectionate smile.

One of the girls is not only beautiful, but also has fair skin.

Zhao Bun thought: Anyway, no one can compare to Jiajia's whiteness in his heart, not to mention her face or figure.

His body and consciousness were separated to some extent, and the treasured memories flowed like a tide.

I remember that when I first entered high school, military training was required at the beginning of school. Unfortunately, Zhao Yu got up late that day, mainly because of boring things and had a fight with the boss of another school, so it didn’t matter if he didn’t go to school the next day.

After he staggered over the wall and climbed into the school playground, he was caught by the head teacher, Lao Zhang, and gave him a tiger education in front of more than a dozen classes.

Feeling extremely ashamed, Zhao Gun twisted his neck and completely ignored the head teacher's spittle, and glanced contemptuously at all the learning machines with expressionless faces.

Numbness, stiffness.

Only, there was a little boy who smiled inexplicably, seven points of indifference mixed with three points of arrogance.

This little boy who dared to laugh at him was Zeng Loujia.

In the beginning, there was no emotional entanglement between the two of them, and Zhao Gun just tried his best to torture this little boy named Zeng Loujia.

Until the other party couldn't bear to make an appointment with him.

Zhao Gun always remembers that Zeng Loujia said that he wanted to compete with himself in endurance, and then the two of them ran non-stop on the playground with a lap of 800 meters.

Zhao Aotian, who has always been on a daily basis, was actually defeated.

In terms of endurance, he was never Zeng Loujia's opponent.

In fact, Zeng Loujia was about to run away, lifted the hem of his school uniform and kept wiping the sweat off his cheeks, panting, "Zhao Yu, I won, stay away from me in the future, be careful I will kick you to death! "

Lying in the green grass, Zhao Gun looked up at Zeng Loujia's flat and delicate abdomen, and the looming red beans kept his imagination running high.

Is the creamy ice cream as white, smooth, and fragrant as Zeng Loujia?

All the heartbeats come from the desire to see sex.

In that second, Zhao Gun matured extremely quickly.

He no longer wants to run amok every day.

He wanted to arrive at Zengloujia one day.

A wave of heat surged forward bravely from Zhao Gun's happiest memory, moving forward, tumbling and passionate.

Someone yelled: Instructor, instructor, Zhao Bun has a nosebleed!

One girl took out two packs of tissues, and the other girl folded the tissues into two rolls and stuffed them into Zhao Gun's blood-spitting nostrils.

His face was terribly red, and he was panting uncontrollably.

The people around Zhao Bun saw that he was not normal, and they all said, "Instructor, Zhao Bun seems to have suffered from heat stroke, please send him to the infirmary."

Four or five people didn't care about rushing around, clamped Zhao Yu from front to back, left and right, and sent them to the infirmary together.

The school doctor gave Zhao Bing a comprehensive treatment, took out two Huoxiangzhengqi water, told Zhao Bing to drink it quietly, and cleaned up the blood stains on his face by the way. Another was delivered.

When Dai Yuanzheng, who was carrying someone behind his back, saw the school doctor, he said, "This is Zeng Loujia, a classmate in our class. He has not been in a good condition recently. He fainted suddenly in the painting classroom just now. Please take a look!"

As soon as I heard the word Zeng Loujia.

Zhao Bun lifted the curtain of the infirmary, and the person lying on Dai Yuanzheng's back was really Jia Jia.

"Get out of the way, all of you! Let me do it!" Zhao Ju took three steps at a time and took the half-conscious Zeng Loujia from Dai Yuanzheng's back, holding him horizontally on the hospital bed.

Zeng Loujia's complexion was really not good, the two pink lips showed a weak light blue color.

Zhao Yu's classmate said, "Zhao Yu, please lie down quickly, you are still suffering from heat stroke!"

Zeng Loujia's classmate said, "Zeng Loujia's condition is not very good, please ask the school doctor to see if there is any problem with his illness."

Bustling and noisy.

"Let's look at Zeng Loujia first, I don't care!" Zhao Yu shouted coldly, which stunned everyone present.

"Everyone, please go out first," the school doctor began to issue an order to evict the guests, pulling on Zhao Yu's camouflage uniform, "Student, you also go out, since you shouted so loudly and the nosebleed stopped, you should... Hey, what are you doing?" Lie down!!"

Zhao Gun lay limply on the empty bed next to Zeng Loujia, and said with a weak face, "Doctor, cough cough cough, I may not be very well, cough cough cough, I shouted too hard just now, now I feel dizzy , so dizzy, so dizzy."

188 was lying on the hospital bed, unable to lift it up.