Alternative Rival

It wasn't that Bo Jue was deliberately delaying time, she also encountered some trouble.No one told her that the dormitory would be cancelled, so when she came back, she found that she couldn’t open the door. She asked the dormitory management office, and the dormitory management told her to go to the student office. The student office is just like the bank. It's all on lunch break, and I go to work later than the bank.

She waited anxiously, fidgeting.

When it was almost two o'clock, the teacher from the student office came late, caught a glimpse of her as soon as she entered the door, and greeted her warmly: "Student Bo."

She immediately lowered her head.

Bo Jue was too lively when she was young. Except for the fight with Zhao Qingge, she spent the rest of the time brushing her face with the teachers in various offices. In time, the teacher didn't see her eyes.

"I have green pears that I just brought back from Lawson Island. They are very sweet. I'll get you a few for you to take back later."

"No need for teacher."

The teacher didn't notice it, and said with a smile: "Why are you being polite to me, don't make me angry, I still have a box at home."

Bo Jue had no choice but to respond: "Okay."

The student office teacher picked up a few big and sweet green pears from the cabinet and put them in a bag for her, then suddenly remembered to ask her: "By the way, what do you want to do when you come to the student office?"

Bo Jue adjusted her breathing, and said in a normal tone: "I want the room card of the dormitory, but I can't open the door."

"Why do you need a room card?"

"Go in and get your luggage."

The teacher wondered: "No, what I mean is that your terminal can't open the door? How is it possible? Is the terminal broken? You're not just a bond-"

He suddenly looked into Bo Jue's eyes, Bo Jue's fingers clenched the edge of the chair, raised his head to meet his gaze, his lips trembled slightly, and said, "Yes, I'm a bonded person. I'm a contracted child. My luggage is still there In your own room, teacher, can I get a spare room card now?"

She looked as if she was about to cry, the teacher felt distressed for a while, and the words of comfort seemed powerless at this moment, so he quickly found out the room card, and stuffed the whole bag of green pears under his feet to her: "Early Go back and rest—don’t push any more, you need to make up more when you’re just an adult, take it all.”

"Thank you, teacher."

"You're welcome, let's go back."

As soon as Bo Jue left, the teacher immediately dialed the inside line to the hospital, and Xi Xian's ears were almost deafened by him:

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing as Bo Jue's contract! Did you know that she came to me today to ask for a room card? Who is her contract owner? Tell me quickly!"

The teacher heard Xi Xian say a name on the other end, fell silent for a while, and hung up the phone.

No, he'd better go out and buy some food to deliver to Bo Jue.

Bo Jue returned to the dormitory with her head down and carrying a heavy bag. She was startled by the person standing at the door, and she subconsciously took half a step back. Zhao Qingge saw it and stared coldly: "Are you afraid of me?"

Bo Jue took out her room card and opened the door, saying, "No."

"It's fine if you don't."

She passed by Bo Jue, went in first, looked around, Bo Jue's dormitory was a bit messy, the quilt was unfolded, and clothes were thrown in disorder on the bed, sofa, and TV cabinet. I don't know if it was worn or not. , in short, it is a doghouse in her opinion.

She wandered around, found an acre of land in the kennel, went to stand by the bookshelf, Bo Jue was relieved to see that she didn't talk to him, and didn't look at him with that oppressive gaze, I ordered a few suitcases online, and when I had to pay, I realized that my card was useless.

She turned to the window and called, "That..."

Zhao Qingge didn't raise his head: "I have a name."

"Zhao Heitan."

There is a hint of danger: "Huh?"

Reluctantly, Bo Jue changed his words, and called out sullenly, "Zhao Qingge."

"What?"

"I want to buy something, didn't you go to apply for a secondary card? Where's the card?"

The sequins flashed in Zhao Qingge's palm, Bo Jue raised his hand to catch it, and paid for the order just now, the transmission device quickly sent the suitcase over, Bo Jue straightened up, let out a long sigh of relief, and prepared to go big After doing a lot of work, his eyes scanned the clothes all over the floor, and he was suddenly at a loss.

"The Collection of Western Myths and Stories on Planet Earth", "Langya's Fables", "Aesop's Fables", "Journey to the West"...the books on Bo Jue's bookshelf have colorful covers. After reading it, she pressed her finger on the spine of a copy of "Azure Dragon Totem" and pulled it out.

This book is probably about the phenomenon of totem belief on the earth planet. Because Chapter 1 is about the dragon totem of Chinese civilization, so this is the title of the book. Zhao Qingge roughly flipped through it and found it quite novel, so he put it back. Picked up a new one again.

After flipping through five or six books in a row, she inadvertently raised her head to glance at the other person in the room, and was suddenly stunned.

This young lady was probably a talented person. The three opened suitcases were stuffed to the brim, and she was pressing the zippers with her body. Zhao Qingge was ready to leave, and the lady opened her cabinet door again, and there was a mountain of clothes Poured out.

There is no more box, Bo Jue frowned and thought for a while, then ran to the computer again, Zhao Qingge knew what she was going to do when he saw her posture, he couldn't bear it and said: "Stop it."

Bo Jue: "?"

Zhao Qingge said, "Open the suitcase."

Bo Jue refused: "I finally pulled it on."

Zhao Qingge directly threatened: "I have plenty of ways to tell you to open it."

Bo Jue reluctantly rubbed over, and as soon as he opened the zipper, the box couldn't bear the squeeze and popped open, and the clothes that had been randomly stuffed together also poured out together, and Zhao Qingge frowned a little: "These Are the clothes clean?"

Bo Jue nodded hurriedly: "It's clean, I haven't worn it, I just tried it and put it on the sofa."

Zhao Qingge didn't answer, he emptied the suitcase and handed it to her: "Go and pack your books."

Bo Jue was full of doubts in his heart: "Huh?"

Zhao Qingge glanced at her impatiently: "I don't know how to fold clothes, but books are always packed, just align the corners and put them in the suitcase."

Bo Jue carried the suitcase, put it on the table, took the books off the bookshelf, measured the length and width of the books, and then stacked them in separately. She usually reads e-books or video animations, and the books on the bookshelf are not Not a lot, it was cleaned up in a few minutes, and I just looked at Zhao Qingge openly.

She is actually good-looking, although her skin is not as fair as her own, but she is definitely not dark, and she can be ranked in the top five in the class, but her eyebrows are slightly drawn, and she always looks like she doesn't answer.

Her hands are very dexterous, she only needs one of the clothes in her three suitcases, and Bo Jue's eyes can't help but fall on her hands. They have been trained since birth, so the fingers are very long and the joints are quite distinct. Zhang Yichi is very powerful.Her thoughts naturally strayed to an unspeakable place, and when she realized it, her face was so hot that she quickly patted her cheek with her hand and said to herself: "Calm down, calm down."

Startled by her, Zhao Qingge raised his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Bo Jue replied casually, "My back hurts."

"Backache?" Zhao Qingge put down the clothes in his hand, straightened up, and walked over.

Bo Jue blurted out: "Don't come here, you big obscene!"

She accidentally said what was in her heart, and immediately covered her mouth in horror.

The "big obscene demon" she called approached her step by step, Bo Jue stepped back step by step, until her back touched the desk, Zhao Qingge propped her hands forward, resting on the edge of the table, her arms firmly trapped her.

"Hands down."

"I don't." Bo Jue stiffened for less than half a second before being ordered to take her hand off her mouth.

Zhao Qingge leaned forward and kissed the mouth that used to be chattering. Her kissing skills had probably reached the professional level after repeated in-depth practice last night. After resisting for a few moments, he hugged her head, and he was panting slightly after a while.

Such a posture was too strenuous for Bo Jue, who was half a head shorter, and soon her neck ached. Zhao Qingge pushed the suitcase back with one hand, and simply picked her up and sat on the desk, standing between her legs. Between them, hooked her chin, and kept stroking her moist lips with fingertips.

Bo Jue shivered slightly, the itch spread all the way from her lips to the bottom of her heart, and she took the initiative to greet her.

The ill-fitting shirt was lifted up by one hand, and the warm palm was touched from the waist up...

"Cough, cough, cough..." A clear cough interrupted the two people who were entangled with each other. Zhao Qingge immediately withdrew his hand, stepped forward to block Bo Jue, and looked over vigilantly. The teacher of the student office stood awkwardly. At the door, he raised the two big bags in his hands, "I'm here to deliver things to classmate Xiao Bo...well, remember to lock the door next time."

He took two steps inside, put the things at the door, gave Bo Jue a relieved smile, closed the door and left.

Bo Jue blushed almost to the point of bleeding, and turned to button her underwear.Zhao Qingge had no intention of continuing, so he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came back, he continued to help Bo Jue pack things as if nothing had happened, and another two hours passed after he finished his work.

Bo Jue took one last look at the empty dormitory, locked the door cruelly, and left with Zhao Qingge without looking back.

Zhao Qingge pushed two boxes, and Bo Jue had one box plus a lot of "warmth" sent by the teacher of the student office. It was not heavy, but it took a lot of effort to lift it up, and her fingers hurt, so she couldn't throw it away. At 01:30, when she got downstairs, Zhao Qingge said to her, "Give me the bag in your hand" as if she had "discovered her conscience."

Bo Jue politely refused: "No need, I can do it myself."

Zhao Qingge repeated: "Give it to me."

Bo Jue didn't dare to resist her, so he handed it to her: "Thank you—"

Before the other word "Thank you" could be added, Zhao Qingge raised his hand, and the three bags drew an arc in the air, and died in the garbage dump. The muddy water, can no longer see the original appearance.

Bo Jue's nose felt sore, her eyes turned red immediately, and tears swirled in her foggy eyes.

Zhao Qingge stared blankly at her, with a subtle feeling of pity in his heart, he raised his finger and wiped the corner of her eyes strangely: "I have money, I will take you to the supermarket to buy it again, you can eat whatever you want , don’t take anyone else’s.”

So can you ruin other people's minds casually?

Bo Jue's chest rose and fell violently, and finally couldn't hold back, he knocked off her hand, and shouted with red eyes: "Who cares about you!"