Rescue the cannon fodder in the dog blood

Rolling and hugging the quilt on the bed for a long time, Chu Ruiyang couldn't help squinting at Xiao Jue again, he's so handsome.

Ah, ah, ah, I can't look at Chu Ruiyang anymore, look at your promise!

Rolling over under the quilt, silently facing the wall.

What Chu Ruiyang didn't know was that just as he turned around, Xiao Jue on the opposite side opened his eyes. His eyes were dark, and he quietly looked at the quilt on the opposite bed.

After a good weekend, because of the not-so-good dreams, he didn't sleep in. Chu Ruiyang could tell that he was irritable even when he brushed his teeth.

Xiao Jue walked over, and naturally reached out to rub his head, "Unhappy?"

The hand holding the toothbrush paused, Chu Ruiyang rinsed his mouth with a cup, "No."

"He still said no." Xiao Jue squeezed the toothpaste of the same type as him, "It's all written on his face."

Have it?Chu Ruiyang looked at himself in the mirror, with a handsome face and handsome hairstyle, obviously normal. His gaze moved to the right, and he met Xiao Jue who was brushing his teeth.

Xiao Jue still had toothpaste froth on his lips, and the sweet orange smell spread between the two of them. He raised his eyes and saw that Chu Ruiyang was looking at him, so he smiled.

Chu Ruiyang was dumbfounded.

Xiao Jue rinsed his mouth, put away the toothbrush, reached out and flicked his forehead, "What's the matter?"

"Ah?" Chu Ruiyang came back to his senses, facing Xiao Jue's slightly smiling face, he pinched his right earlobe, but he didn't hold back the words in his heart, "Then what... I was thinking about what kind of girl would be good enough for you .”

Xiao Jue chuckled lightly, "Then have you thought about it?"

Chu Ruiyang said, "Successful people like those who are fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, smart and sensible."

"Really?" Xiao Jue smiled, "I don't like it."

Chu Ruiyang asked: "Then what do you like?"

Xiao Jue looked at him, "Want to know?"

Chu Ruiyang nodded, "I think so."

Xiao Jue smiled: "I won't tell you."

Chu Ruiyang: "..." Day!

His sad little eyes successfully amused Xiao Jue, washed off the hand sanitizer, flicked his fingers in front of Chu Ruiyang, Xiao Jue smiled, "I like lively and cute ones."

Chu Ruiyang was splashed with water, his eyes continued to mourn, "Oh."

Xiao Jue leaned on the sink and laughed, "Yangyang, why are you so..."

Before he finished speaking, he was splashed with a handful of water on his face. The water slid down from his cheeks to his chin, and finally soaked the collar of his shirt.

Xiao Jue: "..." He looked up at Chu Ruiyang.

The culprit quickly ran away, still slapping him slightly at the table.

Xiao Jue laughed angrily, looked at him from the balcony and said, "Chu Xiaoyang, how old are you?"

Chu Ruiyang chuckled, maybe because of the successful sneak attack, he suddenly became very happy.

Xiao Jue looked at him and said, "Come here."

Chu Ruiyang grabbed the bedpost by the table and shook his head, "I don't."

Xiao Jue began to roll up his shirt sleeves.

Chu Ruiyang: "...help."

It was still early, no one got up in the opposite dormitory, Chu Ruiyang didn't dare to run recklessly, and he was pulled by the back collar after walking around with Xiao Jue in the dormitory less than two times.

Then how can he commit the crime obediently.

I pulled it hard, and there was a "tear" sound, and the shirt was torn from the sleeves to the collar.

Most of Chu Ruiyang's shoulders were exposed, "Damn it!"

Xiao Jue was also a little surprised when he tugged at his collar, and his gaze inadvertently swept across his fair shoulders.

The scene was a little awkward for a while, Chu Ruiyang cursed, "Trash school." What kind of broken uniform was issued.

Xiao Jue squeezed his collar and smiled, "The quality is indeed not very good."

Still laughing, Chu Ruiyang stared, "Then who can be blamed?"

Xiao Jue followed the good advice: "Blame me."

Chu Ruiyang looked at him and heheed twice, then ran to the closet to find clothes to change.

After changing his clothes, looking at the torn shirt on the table, Chu Ruiyang suddenly remembered, "Is the flag going to be raised tomorrow morning?"

Xiao Jue leaned against the table with his arms folded, "Which Monday morning won't the flag be raised."

Bo Yan usually doesn't have any requirements for wearing school uniforms, but he must wear them on occasions like raising the flag collectively, and if he doesn't wear them, he will be singled out for lectures.

Thinking of Song Daotao's idiot criticism, Chu Ruiyang had a headache, pointed at Xiao Jue and said, "You pay me for the shirt."

Xiao Jue looked at him, he didn't know what he thought of, and he smiled a little nicely, "Okay."

Chu Ruiyang thought for a while and asked, "What time do you leave?"

Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows: "What are you going out for?"

Isn't this nonsense, Chu Ruiyang said, "Buying clothes."

Xiao Jue smiled: "My car is limited today."

"It's fine." Chu Ruiyang took out his mobile phone, "Then I'll check which bus to take."

"Don't worry." Xiao Jue walked over to open the closet, took out a white shirt from inside, and asked Chu Ruiyang, "Can I wear this?"

Chu Ruiyang looked at the clothes in his hand, remembered that Xiao Jue had worn them before, and his expression was a little unnatural, "No... not so good."

Xiao Jue said, "I sent it to the shop to have it washed."

Is this a question of whether it has been washed or not? Chu Ruiyang scratched his head, "Let's go buy one."

"That's fine." Xiao Jue hung up his shirt, picked up his phone, "I'll transfer the money to you."

"Oh no." Chu Ruiyang was a little dazed, sitting on a chair and watching him, "You don't want to go with me."

"Yeah." Xiao Jue tapped his phone, "I don't like to take the bus or subway."

"Ah~" Chu Ruiyang leaned on the back of the chair. In fact, he doesn't like to squeeze the subway bus, and...and if Xiao never goes, it's really boring to say alone.

But if you want to wear Xiao Jue's shirt, you will feel very strange when you think about it.

Xiao Jue made the final blow, "It's okay for roommates to wear clothes with each other."

Chu Ruiyang: "..." It seems that there is really nothing, if he refuses again, there may be something.

In the end, he had no choice but to compromise, and the tips of his ears turned red: "It's alright."

After the flag was hoisted to the classroom on Monday morning, Jia Yicong asked Chu Ruiyang, "Yangyang, are you feeling well?"

Xiao Jue also looked over upon hearing this.

Chu Ruiyang made a confused face, "No."

Jia Yicong said, "I saw you moving your neck when the flag was raised, and thought you were bitten by bugs or allergic."

Chu Ruiyang: "..." Little chubby Cong, why haven't I seen you observe so carefully before.

Sensing the murderous look in his eyes, Jia Yicong shrank back to his position.

Xiao Jue looked at Chu Ruiyang: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ruiyang was wearing Xiao Jue's shirt, and his skin and the material were rubbing against each other. As long as he thought that this shirt had also been worn by Xiao Jue, and it touched his skin, he couldn't help but blush.

He stared at Xiao Jue, feeling that he was no longer a happy straight guy of steel.

With the same sad little eyes again, Xiao Jue smiled, "It's just a shirt, can I take you to buy it next week?"

late!Is this a shirt thing?He smashed the can, "No need, this one is fine, it's mine."

Xiao Jue was quite surprised, with a smile in his eyes, "As long as you like it."

Chu Ruiyang also smiled, with curved eyebrows, "I really like it."

This kid changed so fast, Xiao Jue was about to say something when the class bell rang.

The class teacher entered the classroom with a stack of papers, his face expressionless. He had just finished the exam last week, so he knew that the results were out.

"The overall situation will be discussed in the afternoon class." The female teacher put the paper on the table of the male students in the first row, "Go and distribute it."

"This is our first monthly exam at the beginning of the school year. The mid-term results are added together to rank together. After the exam is over, it's fine. Students who want to make a dash forward must continue to work hard. The class monitor will go to me to get the score slip after class. This section In class, we mainly talk about papers."

As soon as the grades came out, where would the other students be?

The grades of Liberal Arts Class 15 have been at the bottom all year round, so I want to know the level of the first class in the grade.

The homeroom teacher had a subtle expression on his face when he heard this, and glanced at the back of the classroom, "Let's talk about the topic first, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

A boy shouted, "Tell me, teacher, we are not afraid of this blow."

"Yes, teacher, this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing."

"Where can we go at worst, teacher, we can bear it."

"I know you can bear it." The head teacher smiled, "The teacher can't bear it."

A classmate had an addiction to drama, and covered his chest with his hands in grief, "Look at how angry you are at the teacher."

The head teacher patted the table, "Okay, all the papers have been handed out?"

Chu Ruiyang raised his hand, "Teacher, I don't."

"Well, here I am." The class teacher picked up the paper in his hand, "Come here."

Chu Ruiyang walked up to the podium, first glanced down at the score, 147, 4 points higher than Xiao Jue, satisfied.

"Chu Ruiyang." The class teacher taught English and asked him with a smile, "Would you like to share your learning experience with everyone?"

English has always been his strong point, Chu Ruiyang understood what the teacher meant, and he was not embarrassed, "Yes."

"It's the teacher." He asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me how much I rank."

"I really want to know."

His small expression was full of anticipation, because Sheng Qi was wearing Bo Yan's school uniform, well-behaved, and looked very well-behaved, which teacher would not like such a student.

The class teacher took out the chalk and wrote a number on the desk, then looked at him and smiled.

Chu Ruiyang made up his mind, and asked quietly, "What about Xiao Jue?"

"Your mentality is really good." Most people are so happy right now, they don't have the heart to think about others, so the head teacher clicked on the number on the desk, "Add 1 to the end."

When it was stable, Chu Ruiyang felt relieved, "Thank you teacher."

The others didn't know what the two were muttering, but it seemed that the head teacher was in a good mood.

After a while, the class teacher looked up, "I won't teach today's class, and Chu Ruiyang will tell you."

Everyone: "What?"

Last time, Chu Ruiyang's English was really good, and some students asked, "How much English is Brother Yang?"

The homeroom teacher smiled and followed them and called, "Your brother Yang got 147 in English, so you got 3 points deducted for your composition."

"I rely on Brother Yang to be awesome!"

"I don't even have a fraction of Brother Yang, don't stop me and make me cry!"

"Cry, cry loudly."

"Despair, capitalized despair."

"This score must be the first in the grade!"

"It must be. Last year's top scorer in the college entrance examination was 145 in English. What the hell can I say, Brother Yang is amazing."

Someone thought of Xiao Jue, "How much English does Xiao Shen know?"

Jia Yicong raised his hands in the back to answer, "143."

Everyone was shocked again.

"You Xiaoshen is still your Xiaoshen."

"Shouldn't it be the Yang God? One test to seal the god."

"Shenshenshenshen, both of them are gods, what the hell are these gods sitting at the same table, admiration."

"I didn't expect this day to happen in class 15 of my university's liberal arts. I'm so relieved."

Someone woke up the dreamer, "Comfort me, with your brother Yang's grades, can you stay in Class 15?"

other people:"……"

Can you shut up!