Hot chicken roommate always flirts with me

"Eh... so you want to stay here to study?" I couldn't believe what I heard.

Ji Lang actually wants to learn, this... seems to be comparable to the example of a sow trying to climb a tree?

Ji Lang nodded and confirmed again, "Well, I want to learn."

"But this attic," I pointed to the roof of the attic, "it's like a steamer during the summer vacation, are you sure you want to stay?"

His kind of second-generation trench who does not show the landscape will probably heat up quietly in this hut during the summer vacation.

But Ji Lang shook his head indifferently, "It's really possible, or we can also go to my house to study, then my mother must be very happy."

"Let's talk about it." I'm not very good at dealing with parents. Since my mother passed away, I seldom have any close contact with my family. Now I see other people's parents who can't let go of me, and I don't know how to get along with them.

Ji Lang could see that I didn't seem to want it, the dog spun around the table twice, jumped towards Ji Lang's bed with a "wow" and landed firmly on his pillow.

Ji Lang hugged the dog into his arms and stroked its head, "Let's live in the attic, the dog can't be taken home, my mother will be allergic, I want to accompany my dog ​​son to study here."

"..." Isn't it that I want to study here?

"I didn't mean you..." He suddenly raised his head and explained to me.

I:"……"

Forget it, I'm immune, and I always say nonsense to Ji Lang.

In May, when the weather got hot, Ji Lang had started to wear short sleeves.

Because I don't want my grades to drop too badly in the final exam of the second year of high school and the third year of high school, I will bring books back to memorize at night. Although I chose liberal arts, which is relatively easy to use the brain, I am not a genius if I don't memorize... I believe every A person with good grades, even if he is cynical on the surface, has hard work behind him.

Although Ji Lang and I would play with our mobile phones for a while before going to bed at night, we usually turned off the lights around 11:30, and he fell asleep very quickly, saying that he would not be able to wake up immediately after falling asleep.

So I took out the desk lamp and pressed it on the side of my bed, but I felt that it would still affect him, so I wanted to put up a curtain between the two of us. After all, there is still a third year in high school, and I still have a long time to stay up late and study , I heard from Lao Cao that several top students in other classes and the top five in our class all studied in bed for more than two o'clock at night.

Although I don't know how he knows.

But learning this kind of thing, in high school, whoever squeezed the most time won the first step.

And in the third year of high school, two experimental classes will be set up in the front and back grades. Only the top [-] people in the grade can enter, and the rest will go to the ordinary class to make chicken heads. I want to make phoenix tails or chicken heads. Definite, but it's always okay to push harder.

I took a nail and a hammer, but after thinking about it, I put it back. I punched a hole in the wall. What should I do if the landlord wants to lose money? Finally, I decided to use a hook to pull a thread in the house and put the bed sheet on so that the light can be blocked. up.

Ji Lang was puzzled when he saw me taking out the sheets, "What are you doing?"

"I want to get a deluxe single room for both of us."

"Isn't it, you want to isolate me?" He sat up exaggeratedly, and wanted to snatch my bed sheet away.

"No," I pointed to the desk lamp, "I have to recite the book in the past two nights, of course I will recite it silently, and I will not make a sound."

"Don't," he got out of bed anyway, and took my bed sheet away, "I'm going to endorse the book too, isn't it too much for you to block my light?"

"..."

Ji Lang took out the textbook from his schoolbag and put it on the table, loudly saying, "Chinese, the last ancient poem is so long, I haven't memorized it yet, and the Chinese teacher will ask me tomorrow by name."

"..."

The final result is that we turned on the desk lamp, and the two of us leaned on the bed and recited silently until midnight, as if we were accompanying each other.

After turning off the desk lamp, I subconsciously took out my phone and took a look, only to find that Ji Lang had just sent me a message.

[Gay: Hao Yu, you are so good, I want to be as good as you. 】