Specific gravity

Chen Wei took a shower, and Cen Baiyan had just returned to the dormitory.

"Where did you go? I got out of a taxi and ran away all of a sudden." Chen Wei shook his wet hair and teased, "Going to find a beautiful woman? Yui Hatano or Yuya Mikami?"

"These are both in the hard drive." Cen Baiyan took off his shirt and threw it into the laundry basket, revealing his muscular upper body. He looked up at the air conditioner and frowned, "25 degrees? Is it on or not? It’s the same, what about the remote control?”

Chen Wei picked up the remote control from the table and threw it over: "It's already October, why are you still so angry? It seems that the battle is very intense? It's just that the time is short, and I'll be back in half an hour."

"Fuck you, uncle!" Cen Baiyan lowered the air conditioner to 17 degrees, and said brazenly, "Your father, I will make a base three times a night, and start three hours a time."

"Blow, just blow it, you just blow it, you little chicks don't know the heights of the sky and the earth." Chen Wei opened the chair and sat down, and opened the mobile game, "Seriously, why did you go?"

Cen Baiyan originally wanted to say, "Send that cripple back", but somehow he turned a corner and said, "I am willing to help others."

He always felt that it was weird to say that he went to send a cripple back to school, and it would be bad if people misunderstood him.

As soon as this idea popped up in his head, Cen Baiyan was shocked immediately.

Misunderstand?What was wrong with him and the lame man?

Before he had time to speak, Chen Wei immediately reacted: "Fuck! You're not looking for that cripple, are you?"

"His legs and feet are inconvenient, I'll see him off." Cen Baiyan said concisely.

"Let me tell you, you'd better stay away from him," Chen Wei warned mysteriously, "I think he is probably that one."

Cen Baiyan was annoyed by the kind of talk that said three points and seven points, and made himself so arrogant: "Which one?"

"Tsk! That's the one!" Chen Wei raised his index finger and bent his knuckles downward.

Cen Baiyan became impatient: "Which one?"

"That is to say, he probably likes men." Chen Wei's bent index finger squirmed twice, "Do you understand?"

Cen Baiyan's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "It's not like that."

"How do you know it's not like it? You've met it before?" Chen Wei said.

Cen Baiyan had really met him before.

He belongs to the kind who can make a living by relying on his face and figure even if he has no skills, no culture, no education.I don't know how many little girls have handed him love letters since he was a child, and there are many boys who have shown good feelings to him.

When he was in junior high school, there was a boy in his class who had poor grades and was timid. He hunched his neck all day long, spoke softly, confessed his love to Cen Baiyan, and then dropped out of school. It is said that he participated in a certain event in a gay bar. There was a group of people who played sports and got sick; in the sophomore year of high school, there was a sports committee member in the class who was bigger than Cen Baiyan. He winked at him and said, "Brother Baiyan is so big, please help me", which scared Cen Baiyan to the opposite building to pee in the opposite building.

It's not that he has any prejudice against this kind of people, it's just that the people he has come into contact with are all fucking crooked, and it's not his fault for generalizing.

But the cripple was different. Although he was thin, he was not weak at all. He kept his back straight in the face of violations and insults in the bar, and he was still able to be neither humble nor overbearing when faced with questions and inquiries from the police at the police station. When taking a step, try to keep your shoulders stretched into a straight line.

All in all he looked like a decent guy.

"Let me analyze it for you," Chen Wei said with enthusiasm, and pulled a stool to Cen Baiyan's side. He was not so serious in the interview with the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment last month. "I have a basis for saying this, mainly based on the The following two reasons."

Cen Baiyan was aroused a little bit of interest, crossed his arms, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his chin, meaning "tell me and listen".

Chen Wei cleared his throat: "First of all, this cripple is so fucking beautiful, have you noticed that his skin is fairer and thinner than Luo Xiaoxiao's, and he always smiles when talking to people, and his eyes are the same as the built-in generator. Like a machine, it discharges in a blink of an eye."

Cen Baiyan remembered the scene where Xuan Zhao said with a smile that he was a child, and his throat itch for no reason.

"Do you agree?" Chen Wei bumped his shoulder.

Cen Baiyan was noncommittal.

"So! Men like him are sure to like him. There are so many bartenders in the bar, why would the gangster provoke him? It's not because he's good-looking!" Chen Wei snapped his fingers.

His logic was similar to the jeans he was wearing today - there were holes everywhere, Cen Baiyan realized that he still overestimated Chen Wei, cursed "fart", and didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

"I still have a second point, the second point is the most important!" Seeing that the audience was about to run away, Chen Wei quickly grabbed Cen Baiyan, "Why do you think we like to find a girlfriend when we are looking for a girlfriend? It is to make her rely on us. , Then our elders have a lot of face! The lame man is not flexible in his legs and feet, he is so skinny, who can he rely on? Ask him to have a girlfriend, and when the two of them encounter a robber while walking, whoever saves the other Huh? So he is suitable to find a boyfriend, he is a lame bird to depend on others."

After the two viewpoints were finished, Chen Wei smacked his lips triumphantly, waiting for Cen Baiyan to applaud him.

"Don't wash your hair this week." Cen Baiyan said solemnly.

Chen Wei was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"There's enough water inside." Cen Baiyan looked at Chen Wei with an expression of sympathy mixed with regret.

"Fuck! You said I'm out of my mind!" Chen Wei cursed, and suddenly remembered that Cen Baiyan was not the only audience in the room, so he raised his head and shouted, "Yang Shuo, do you think my analysis makes sense?"

Their dormitory is a four-person room, with a classic structure of bunk beds and bunk beds. A roommate rented a house outside, and only three people lived there.

Yang Shuo's muffled voice came from above: "Ah? What did you analyze?"

"Did you hear me!" Chen Wei kicked the bedpost angrily, "I've lost my mind all night, what are you thinking about!"

"Okay, stop making noise, everyone is asleep."

Cen Baiyan was blown by the cold wind to cool off, picked up the bath towel and planned to take a bath, Yang Shuo showed his head from the upper bunk, and said softly, "Baiyan, I have something to do."

"Let me ask you," Chen Wei interrupted him, "do you think the lame man likes men or women. Bai Yan is a straight man who has no sense, so he definitely doesn't understand. Tell me."

Yang Shuo was stunned: "I... I don't know."

"Why are you bullying him, a stupid young man!" Cen Baiyan slapped Chen Wei on the back of the head, and said to Yang Shuo, "Don't talk to him, sleep with you."

Yang Shuo pursed his lips hesitantly, and retracted his head.

Bai Yan is straight, and Chen Wei is also straight. They must not let them feel that they actually like boys, otherwise he will definitely be kicked out of the dormitory.

Yang Shuo stuffed his head into the bed, and dared not say what he wanted to confess to Cen Baiyan.

About half a month ago, he entered Jinglei Bar out of curiosity and met a bartender there.

The bartender was in his early thirties, who he liked, mature and steady, mixed colorful cocktails for him, and kissed and made out with him in the toilet cubicle.

Yang Shuo was so fascinated that it was not enough to put all the pocket money in. In the end, he owed a total of more than 5000 in Jinglei.

For a freshman, more than 5000 is a huge sum of money. Yang Shuo was scared to death, and was carried by a group of bodyguards to meet his "employee".

The boss and him were separated by a translucent carved screen. Yang Shuo didn't see what the person looked like, but only saw a thin and noble figure on the screen, with his legs|legs overlapping, palms on his thighs, leaning against the edge of the sofa. Holding a slender column|shaped object, something like a branch.

Yang Shuo almost knelt down to his boss, saying that he could come to the bar to work to pay off his debts, and he could do anything by serving dishes and washing dishes.

The boss just smiled at that time, with a gentle voice, and said to him slowly and peacefully: "I don't need you to work hard, you just need to help me bring someone over."

Yang Shuo asked, "Who?"

"Cen, Bo, Yan," the boss said word by word, "as long as you bring him to Jinglei."

The boss said that Cen Baiyan was the child of an acquaintance of his, and he hadn't seen him for many years, and wanted to know how he was doing, and promised Yang Shuo that nothing would happen.

The more than 5000 yuan weighed on him like a mountain, Yang Shuo hesitated for a while, but still nodded.

"Hey," behind the screen, the host changed his lazy sitting posture, suddenly straightened his back, leaned his upper body forward, and said in a smiling voice, "Now we all have each other's secret, we must keep it secret, otherwise it will not be Fair deal."

That voice was clearly gentle and amiable. Yang Shuo still felt a chill down his spine when he recalled it. He shrank into the bed. No matter what, the debt of 5000 yuan was eliminated.

The voices of Chen Wei and Cen Baiyan came from below, and Chen Wei pressed Cen Baiyan: "The cripple didn't ask you for a call or WeChat?"

Cen Baiyan said impatiently, "No."

"It shouldn't be, according to my analysis, he definitely likes men," Chen Wei said to himself, "Don't tell me he doesn't like you, no wonder he calls you a kid."

"You fucking shut up!" Cen Baiyan threw a wet towel from the bathroom, and "slapped" it on Chen Wei's face.

Chen Wei closed his mouth with a hippie smile, climbed onto his bed to play with his mobile phone, and suddenly remembered something, and slapped his head suddenly: "I really fucked a dog!"

Cen Baiyan came out after taking a shower, and glanced at him: "You can do something to yourself, it's really cruel."

Chen Wei didn't realize that Cen Baiyan called him a dog in a roundabout way, and scratched his head and said, "I'm not going to take the fourth grade soon, my mother found me an English tutor and asked me to contact that teacher, and I have class tomorrow, I'm fucking Forget about it!"

Xuanzhao did not leave Cen Baiyan's contact information. He is not a person who is too hasty. He likes to proceed step by step and controls every step of the rhythm in his own hands.

Cen Baiyan sent him back to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Xuan Zhao sat downstairs in the postgraduate dormitory for a while, and then left the school again. Uncle Gong's car was already waiting outside.

He has another house in the city, and Xuan Zhao doesn't like to be close to people, and living in a dormitory is a burden for him.

Bad roommates may laugh at him, bully him, and stumbling him; good roommates may sympathize with him, pity him, and let him go everywhere.

Both lives are not what Xuanzhao wants. To sum up, he is not suitable for roommates.

"Master, are you tired?" Uncle Gong looked at Xuan Zhao through the rearview mirror, "Go to bed earlier."

"It's okay," Xuan Zhao closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows, "Uncle, ask someone to rent a house for me."

"Rent a house?" Uncle Gong asked, "Is it uncomfortable to live in the current community?"

"No," Xuan Zhao slowly opened his eyes, "Help me rent a single room in the university town. The monthly rent is less than [-] yuan. The conditions are not good, and it is more shabby."

Uncle Gong frowned and said disapprovingly, "Master, your body—"

"That's it, we just need to find it before the end of the month." Xuan Zhao interrupted him.

Uncle Gong sighed softly. The young master has been thoughtful since he was a child and has his own ideas.

Seeing that Xuan Zhao's brows and eyes were full of tiredness, he stopped discussing the topic further and changed the subject: "The computer you bought for Qiaoqiao arrived, and she was so happy that she told everyone that it was her brother who rewarded her for the midterm exam." The first gift, the students in her studio are very envious."

Gong Qiao is the granddaughter of Uncle Gong. She is 17 years old and is in her third year of high school.

Xuanzhao's family relationship is weak. After his grandfather left, his relatives in this world except his mother were only Uncle Gong's family. He loved Gong Qiao as his own sister, and when he heard Uncle Gong talking about the little girl, a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "nice! You love it."

"You dote on her too much, she doesn't need such a good computer as a high school student," Uncle Gong said with a smile, "I checked, and it is said that the computer is the best configuration, and it costs more than 2."

"It's not expensive. Qiaoqiao is an art student. I want to learn design in the future, so what if the computer is not easy to use." Xuan Zhao said.

"My old man doesn't understand these things either," Uncle Gong waved his hand, "I'm getting old."

"Uncle, you don't have to pick me up in person at this late hour, just find someone." Xuan Zhao said, "Go home early."

"That won't work. Uncle Gong has been picking you up for more than 20 years, so don't worry about leaving it to others." Uncle Gong steered the steering wheel steadily, "The last thing your grandfather said to me before he left was to ask me to take good care of you."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Uncle Gong was afraid that Xuanzhao would think of something bad, so he swallowed the half-sentence he hadn't finished speaking.

Xuan Zhao smiled and said nothing, turned his head to look at the night speeding past outside the window, there were tall buildings everywhere, one after another lights were lit in the windows, but none of them were lit for him.

At this time, the mobile phone at hand vibrated suddenly, and a message came in, the sender was an unfamiliar number——

"Teacher, I'm Chen Wei, Wang Fengqin's son. My mother told you about my situation. Where will we have class tomorrow? Why don't you come to my school? I won't have class at 03:30 in the afternoon."