break the leg, climb up the bunk

After a fulfilling weekend, Zhuang Zixia and Mo Yiqiu went back to school on Sunday night. They would never challenge the city traffic on Monday morning. The main road before nine o'clock can be described as paralyzed.

Mo Yiqiu was harassed by Meng Cang early in the morning, and dragged him to help move. This guy has great powers, and he doesn't know how to persuade the graduate student next door to move. An audit student lived in the graduate dormitory building in a grand manner. .

But Mo Yiqiu won't get entangled in this kind of issue. How did he get in? Meng Cang might also get in. Xiao Xia lives in the postgraduate dormitory, which is arranged by the school, and it's also because Xiao Xia is applying for graduate school.

There is absolutely no doubt about passing it smoothly. Mo Yiqiu will never give birth to the slightest possibility that Xiao Xia will fail the test. That possibility is equal to the probability of the earth exploding.

In fact, Mo Yiqiu has classes in the morning. It doesn't matter if he occasionally sneaks a few classes of economic theory. Although there is no Xiao Xia's notes in this class, he has the practical part as a support. It is no problem to pass the class at the end of the semester.

So Mo Yiqiu gave Zhuang Zixia a deep kiss who continued to be lingering with the quilt, and then went out to help Meng Cang move. He still welcomes his friends very much.

Zhuang Zixia was sleeping soundly, but he was woken up by the continuous vibration of the phone, so annoying that he kicked the laptop off the bed with one kick.

There is a crisp sound...

Zhuang Zixia's drowsy bug had completely disappeared, and it would be easy to say that he had disappeared. He was basically furious. When he sat up, he saw the laptop that had been broken into two pieces on the floor. He was so annoyed that he kicked it over again. The two pieces turned into five petals, and the sole of his foot was cut into a small hole by the cracked screen.

Looking at the broken notebook, Zhuang Zixia was really bored, glanced at the mobile phone next to the pillow, there was no name but a string of numbers, but Zhuang Zixia would never mistake it, the string of numbers belonged to classmates, It was also a call from Tao Cui, the vice chairman of the student union.

Hearing that the phone started buzzing again, even if it was set to vibrate, under such frequent harassment, it was only ghosts that he could sleep.

The moment the screen went dark, Zhuang Zixia saw seventeen missed calls all from the same number, his brows were all squeezed in the middle, his poker face was so cold that it was almost freezing, anyone who saw Zhuang Zixia at this time would be shocked. It is absolutely not stupid to think that he is in a good mood, and those who are smarter will definitely stay away from Zhuang Zixia at this time.

The phone went silent for ten seconds, and No. 18 called again, but Zhuang Zixia ignored it in disgust. Don't think that having your own phone number can be used as an alarm clock. If he gives face to the other party, he is just a classmate , If you don't give face, you are nothing.

Feeling some pain from the soles of his feet, Zhuang Zixia checked his foot injury first, and when he was sure that there was no debris left in the wound, he stood up and went into the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of water in the bathroom. , while the forgotten mobile phone next to the pillow was still vibrating like crazy.

The sound of water continued to ring for at least an hour before Zhuang Zixia pulled open the door wetly and came out, his slightly raised eyebrows were still furrowed into knots, and the low air pressure was still surrounding him. It is a wise decision for humans, ghosts and snakes to retreat. .

Taking off the bath towel around his waist and wiping away the drops of water, Zhuang Zixia walked barefoot to the bedside, stretched out his hands and took the clothes prepared by his lover from the upper bunk. …

After putting it on, he found it was a little loose. He looked down and realized that it was his lover's black boxer pants. He didn't know if Yiqiu accidentally picked up the wrong ones, or did it on purpose.

Regardless of the possibility, Zhuang Zixia's hand brushed his... and imagined Mo Yiqiu's appearance in his underwear, which finally made him feel a little bit better, but it was really only a little bit.

Because of the vibration again, Zhuang Zixia's already cold face instantly became more serious, his expression was gloomy as if he was about to eat people, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The phone next to the pillow on the lower bunk was still vibrating, he went over to pick up the phone with only a pair of black underwear and bare legs, only to find that it was just a text message from a loved one, Zhuang Zixia eased the bored expression on his face.

"Xiao Xia, I'm next door! When Mr. Sora Aoi told me to go downstairs, he had already loaded the luggage into the car and brought it here. We've packed it up. Come over when you wake up! Mr. Sora Aoi said he would invite us to dinner at noon, and we I'm playing a game, I can definitely kill him..."

Gently put down the phone, Zhuang Zixia got up and walked to the desk, took out a small medicine box from the drawer, sat on the computer chair, raised his feet to treat his foot injury, sucked up the water with cotton balls, and then Just spray sulfonamide and you're done.

At the end, considering the need to wear shoes, Zhuang Zixia simply wrapped two layers of gauze, making sure that the ventilation would not affect his walking, so he cut off the roll of gauze and tied it skillfully.

Then go back to the bed and slowly put on the six-point denim shorts. The legs of the trousers are just at the knees. This kind of weather is very suitable, and the bottom can be matched with looser cloth shoes, which is also beneficial to his foot injuries.

After packing everything, Zhuang Zixia put on his glasses, took the watch and keys, threw the vibrating mobile phone on the desk impatiently, and went out to the next door.