I am straight!

My son is going to bed, go! "

"...I'm not a child."

"Well, anyway, whether it's an adult or a child, it's time to go to bed," I put away the poker: "Good night."

The author has something to say: Well, I’m back, so I made a false update to show that I’m not dead, and I’ll continue to update tomorrow. Today……… I worked hard to code, and the code words in the first two days and three hours were more than 5000.

oh oh!I painted the wall with dung! ! !

6. The telegraph poles stand aside for me! ...

At eight o'clock the next morning, I returned to my room with the breakfast I ordered from the cafeteria.

The kid is still sleeping, he seems to have low blood pressure or something - so I kindly leave him alone, let him sleep until 08:30, wake him up from the bed, let him wash and change, and eat with me .

In fact, he didn't want to get up at all, but he couldn't stand me chanting scriptures in his ear all the time.

It's really chanting, and it's the Diamond Sutra - I learned it from my grandma.

The food is still warm, just right in the mouth, neither hot nor cold.

He eats very elegantly, but he is not skilled in using chopsticks. I am very happy to see him holding porridge with chopsticks.

It was more than half an hour after I finished my meal, I went out of the room, and saw at a glance...Senior Telephone Pole.

He was probably just passing by, just passing by my side - I originally wanted to pretend I didn't see it, but the guy obviously had sharp eyes, stretched out his hand, and stopped me, his sea-blue eyes stared at me up and down , and then elongated the tone: "Ala~ primary school boy?" He smiled, and his smile was bright, like the sun shining on the water, with folds and folds shining brightly.

"...Ha...haha...Learn...Senior." I laughed dryly, took a step back, I couldn't help it, I still remember how this electric pole played against me yesterday.

"Huh?~" He seemed very happy to hear me call the senior, and his eyes lit up a little more—it turns out that this person's eyes are adjustable light bulbs.

"Ah... no... I want to say... what do you want me to do?"

"Well~ it's okay."

"..." Go shit, bastard.

"But now something has happened~"

"what?"

"Let's go, go to the professor." He put my shoulders on my shoulders and led me to the professor's residence on the fifth floor: "Go to Professor Lahm to discuss the dormitory."

"Puff—cough! Cough cough!" I choked on my own saliva, my face flushed from coughing, and I couldn't speak.

bedroom?bedroom? !bedroom! !

I was dragged by that guy and went to the fifth floor. The fifth floor is full of professors, but because there are not many professors, the occupancy is not full. It is estimated that half of the rooms can be filled.

I was led up the wooden stairs - no!No compromise! ! !

I'm holding on to the handrail of the stairs and I don't want to let go-damn!What are you doing? !

"Ah, stop struggling, let go obediently, don't embarrass me senior~" He opened my fingers one by one.

It's you who made it difficult for me, you bastard!

I was so full of guts that I simply hugged the handrail.

"Senior, please let me go, please!"

"Ala, I was asked to take good care of you, so I can't break my promise."

"……what?!"

"Your father and mother were my tutors when I was young." He smiled wickedly, and continued to break my fingers: "You saw me when you were young, so when you didn't recognize me, I was very sad~heart~. "

I am angry: You are so sad!Didn't you have a great time playing with me yesterday? Damn it!

"...True, yes, right, no, sorry..." I gritted my teeth and paused every word: "I didn't recognize you, sir..."

"Since the teacher asked me to take care of you," he firmly pulled me off the armrest: "Of course I have to do my best, don't you think?"

"You don't have to be so polite..." I hugged him firmly again: "You don't have to care about my parents' request, please treat me like a fart and let me go."

He continued to pull, and I continued to hug.

"...minor chord~"

"..."

"...If you don't let go, I'll go alone," he said with a sinister smile on his face, "Be careful, I won't let you have a good life for four years in college."

"..." Are you really human? !How could human beings be so wicked as you? !

I reluctantly let go, and walked upstairs with him step by step.

Then stop in a room on the fifth floor.

...really want to go in? !

Do you really want to spend four years with this monster of a telegraph pole? ! ...Ah, no, he's graduating in two years—he's just fooling me by letting me live without a good day for four years! ! !

I blacked out, and immediately turned around to try to escape—dammit, I was grabbed by the corner of my clothes.

He lifted his long legs calmly... kicked the door?

With a loud bang, the door panel fell down.

"...Why don't you use the doorbell..."

"Because the professor pretends not to hear."

I stared at the mess behind the door panel speechlessly: "...The professor was robbed?"

"Don't worry, it's a natural phenomenon."

...How can there be such a weird natural phenomenon.

The cabinet collapsed on the ground, the TV was turned on, a snowflake, dirty clothes and moldy instant noodle buckets all over the floor, beer bottles piled up in the corner, and weird and disgusting yellow vomit sprinkled all over it, flies and dust spread all over the room , The stench mixed with instant noodles, beer, and vomit hit my face, which made me feel dizzy, dizzy, palpitations and nausea for a moment-I swallowed and took two steps back.

"I, can we find another professor?"

"Professor Ram is the tutor of the first grade, if you don't look for him, look for someone."

"But... it seems that this mentor... doesn't seem to be very reliable..."

He laughed, didn't answer, and dragged me in.

I stepped carefully into the living room with the clothes all over the floor—then in the living room, I found a human-shaped protrusion covered by a thin blanket on the overturned sofa.

……professor?

The humanoid, presumably disturbed, turned over, and the blanket slid off—showing me a very familiar face.

This face is very vivid in my midnight dreams, and it often arouses my thoughts.

Messy short brown hair, bronzed skin that makes me jealous, and an exotic face, but the saliva dripping from the corners of the handsome uncle's mouth is really unsightly.

“…………This is…………Professor?”

"Hmm~"

"...Will you report me if I strangle him to death?"

"Please."

I immediately grabbed that guy's neck without saying a word.

I strangle you strangle you strangle you...told you to frame me frame me frame me...

Professor Lahm guessed that he was not sleeping well, so he woke up immediately with a startled face. He struggled to wake up and grabbed my hand that was pinching his neck: "What are you doing! Damn it! You want to kill someone!"

I smiled on the skin: "Well, it's true that I want to kill someone."

The strength in my hand relaxed, and I stared at him with what I thought was a fierce look.

"Huh?... You look so familiar... Minor chords?"

"Called Beast... You finally recognized it..."

"...Why do you call me so awkward?"

"I heard...it's the admission notice you sent me, Jiaoshou?" I smiled.

"It's me! Hehe! Don't be too grateful!" He sat up from the sofa sleepily and scratched his hair—the dandruff fell like snow.

I twitched the corners of my eyes, and gritted my teeth: "Thank you p! It's all your notice! It made me fail to get into the university I wanted!!!"

I am angry.

He looked at me like a monster: "What are you talking about, is there a better university than this college?"

It really doesn't.

But but but!There's no medical department I want here, bastard! ! !

I was angry from the heart, and the evil came to my gut: "Call the beast, don't be nervous, suffocation is only a matter of a few minutes, when you close your eyes, nothing will matter..."

So keep pinching.

The professor continued to struggle.

I had a lot of fun interacting with the professor, and the senior on the telegraph pole watched happily beside me—it wasn’t until 10 minutes later that we realized that there was such a living thing as the senior beside us.

The professor gave a dry cough, stood up, straightened his collar, and tried to look serious.

"Hey, what do you want from me? It's not just a fight."

I also let go of my hand calmly, pretending to be calm.

"Well, Professor Lahm, I'm looking for you to discuss the dormitory - anyway, it's a dormitory for five people, so it doesn't matter if you let me be the direct senior of Minor Chord?"

A bedroom for five people?

--|||Why do so many people share a bedroom?I thought there would be a single room for each person, so as to show off the money and power of the nobles...

The senior seemed to see my doubts: "The school has put a lot of thought into deepening the relationship between the students."

Deepen the relationship?

... Oh, by the way, in this college, there are either the children of high officials or the rich ladies. In order to deepen the interests of each family and long-term relationship, a lot of thought has to be spent--and classmates and under the same roof are obviously more important. Can make everyone familiar.

So there are only five people in one bedroom? ...that's too crowded...

I thought about five people crammed into one room—ahhh, it hurts.

Then I overturned my thoughts—how could this vulgar academy be so petty and give five students a room... Maybe they built a group of villas with small gardens to serve as dormitories.

I looked at Professor Lahm, who looked interested and stroked the stubble on his chin: "Huh? It's rare that you would take the initiative to say that you want to share a dorm with someone else. This time, the senior directly under you is a sophomore. What are you doing?" lively."

"Well~ because I hit it off with Minor Chord." He touched my head and smiled, "I'm sorry, Minor Chord~?