Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Probably A Ting had no interest in preventing telecom fraud, the phone was hung up soon, Song Zui didn't care and continued to wash clothes on the balcony.

The weather in the Shanghai market today was exceptionally good. He dried the washed clothes on the clothesline. They were all old clothes from the previous year, and only one piece was not patched.

After washing the clothes, there was a faint smell of washing powder on his hands. In the afternoon, he opened the door to go to the library, but he was stunned when he walked out.

A large bag of brand new clothes hung from the doorknob.

Perhaps he was afraid that he might not see his name on the bag, so Wu Zhen who was following behind asked curiously, "Did you buy anything online?"

Wu Zhen usually buys things online, and when he arrives, he will only deliver them to the post station in the North District.

If Song Zui was wearing glasses, he would definitely hold them up, but he just stood there and shook his head without glasses.

Wu Zhen was about to reach out to take the bag, when he suddenly heard the young man's extremely cautious words: "This is probably a new type of deception, so please don't touch it."

He was too frightened to move immediately, fearing that someone would come out to ask for money when he touched the corner of the bag, so the two of them closed the door and went back to the dormitory out of caution.

Suddenly the door of the dormitory was knocked open violently, Wu Zhen had a bad premonition in his heart, but he couldn't let the slender Song Zui open it, so he bit the bullet and went up to open the door.

Before he opened the door, the door of the dormitory was kicked open, and Yin Zihan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, walked into the dormitory with his right hand in a plaster cast.

"What is hanging on the doorknob." Yin Zihan's tone was like a proud rooster, "If anyone else is dirty, put them in the dormitory."

Song Zui was taking care of the increasingly lush flower branches on the balcony, and Wu Zhen reminded Yin Zihan in a low voice beside him: "It may be Song Zui's thing."

"You think I'm afraid of Song Zui?" Yin Zihan seemed to have heard something incredible, "I came back today to let him know who is in charge!"

Wu Zhen couldn't help worrying about Song Zui. Yin Zihan's attitude made it clear that he came back to pick quarrels and troubles. Song Zui, who was studying hard, was not Yin Zihan's opponent at all.

Song Tiantian, who was basking in the sun on his belly on the small bed, seemed to understand Yin Zihan's words, and suddenly jumped off the bed and fell on Yin Zihan's face, hitting Yin Zihan's face hard with his claws.

Wu Zhen was stunned as he watched from the side. Ordinary kittens scratched and bit people, which would easily leave evidence, but Song Tiantian didn't, and punched Yin Zihan in the face.

Yin Zihan was so angry that he was about to pick up the kitten and throw it from his neck, but who knew that the cat was not as agile as an ordinary cat, it jumped onto the bed like a little tiger staring at his face, and continued to lick its fur slowly in the sun .

He boasted that he still has love for small animals, but he couldn't care for Song Tiantian at all. This cat is as sinister as its owner.

As for Song Zui, who was building flower branches on the balcony, he didn't have the patience to take care of them carefully with scissors, so he directly cut off the excess branches with a knife to ensure that each cluster of flowers could be exposed to the bright sunshine of summer.

He heard movement in the dormitory, he finished trimming the last flower branches, and walked out of the balcony with a knife.

New and old grudges were added together, Yin Zihan covered his face that was hurt by the cat and wanted to settle the score with Song Zui, when he looked up, he saw the young man holding a sharp knife in his right hand, and he turned it skillfully in his hand, the blade fell out Bitter cold.

The fear of that night reappeared in his heart, just looking at the boy's natural and harmless eyes, it was hard to associate it with the indifferent and cruel person that night. He had no doubt that Song Zui would really kill him if he raised his hand.

While Song Zui was carefully wiping the knife clean, Yin Zihan, who was originally arrogant, nodded and bowed in front of him for some reason: "Brother Song, I was wrong."

Wu Zhen on the side was stunned. Is this still the domineering Yin Zihan at the beginning of school? He even suspected that Yin Zihan had changed in his body, as docile and charming as a castrated rooster, while the boy was just reading in silence.

The news of Yin Zihan's coming to class became big news in the physics class. The students in the class looked at his right hand that was cast, and they couldn't help but wonder who did it.

After all, Yin Zihan is tall and strong, and no one dares to provoke him. Hou Quan, who wears bottle cap glasses, has a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Squad leader, are your hands okay?"

Yin Zihan glanced at Song Zui who was sitting by the window, and waved his hands tremblingly: "What can this little injury do? Others teach me that they like me."

Hearing this, the students in the class looked at each other in blank dismay, deeply worried about their own monitor, maybe their brains were also broken.

Song Zui quietly flipped through the book in his hand, and after a while the bell rang for class, and Teacher Zhang from the high math class walked into the classroom.

Teacher Zhang is a young lecturer in the Department of Mathematics. He has a bachelor's degree from Shanghai University and a master's degree from New York University. He is very funny and very popular among students.

"I'm sorry that I made a mistake in my homework last time." Teacher Zhang stood on the podium, "I put in the group discussion questions from the junior year. I hope you don't mind too much."

Wu Zhen, who was sitting next to Song Zui, breathed a sigh of relief. He said why there were so many weird questions. He couldn't understand them after reading it for a long time.

He couldn't help asking the boy in a low voice: "Have you solved the difficult problem in the homework?"

Song Zui put down the book and asked seriously, "Is there any problem?"

If it was someone else, Wu Zhen would have thought he was in Versailles, but the young man's expression was so confused that he could only suppress the bitterness in his heart, alas, people are more angry than others.

Song Zui continued to look at the group theory book in his hand. Advanced mathematics was not difficult for him, and he could listen to it or not in class.

After class, he packed his things from the table and went to the library. Suddenly, Teacher Zhang on the podium stopped him by name: "Song Zui, come here."

Song Zui walked over.

"You are the only one who solved the last question." Teacher Zhang closed the computer, "Which class are you from?"

"Squad one."

"I'm the head teacher in class one." Teacher Zhang stopped his hands suspiciously, "I didn't see you in class."

Song Zui added: "Physics class one."

Teacher Zhang's eyes were filled with surprise. Even a mathematics major could not do anything about the group theory problem. He thought that Song Zui must be a mathematics major.

Out of love for talents, he said: "If you want to take an academic path in the future, you should prepare early. You can read literature in your freshman year, and you can write papers if you have the ability. If you write mathematics, I can guide you when I have time."

The plainly dressed boy just hummed.

Teacher Zhang was not surprised by Song Zui's reaction. Writing a thesis is not that easy, especially for a freshman who still has a half-knowledge of undergraduate knowledge and is afraid of writing a thesis.

"You go back first."

Song Zui left the classroom in response. He had no interest in writing papers. One was that he didn't like to write. His Chinese scores in the college entrance examination were still a shame. Second, he didn't get much money for writing papers. If he had the time, he might as well browse more literature.

In the next two days, Wu Zhen admired Song Zui's calmness.

The young man maintained an attitude of ignoring the unknown objects that inexplicably appeared around the dormitory. There were things blocking the road and making a detour.

He compared his heart with his heart. If it was changed, he might not be able to resist taking it. Who can resist the temptation of the world's pie, and his name is written on the pie.

From this point of view, it can be seen that his roommate is a very down-to-earth person, who believes that only hard work will pay off. This is rare in an increasingly impetuous society. Presumably only in the secluded Shannan can such a simple temperament be born.

He returned to the dormitory from the auditorium. The boy was collecting clothes to dry during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yin Zihan sat on a chair and chatted with the computer.

Perhaps because he felt that he would easily become a thorn in the side when he was idle, Yin Zihan, who was wearing earphones, suddenly sat up from the chair: "Brother Song, I'll collect it for you!"

Yin Zihan was originally tall, majestic and full of air. He didn't control his volume properly while wearing headphones, and echoed in the dormitory.

Song Zui, who was concentrating on collecting the clothes, was startled by the sound, and accidentally tore a hole out of the last piece of good clothes. He looked at Yin Zihan expressionlessly.

Yin Zihan panicked when he saw this scene, and in a hurry, he took out 500 yuan from his bag and carefully offered it.

Wu Zhen felt that Yin Zihan treated the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and that a down-to-earth person like Song Zui would not collect such things as protection fees, but the next second he saw the young man silently accepting it, as if collecting protection fees was based on Make money on your own.

Shanghai University is not a school where students study hard, and has always been famous for its rich student activities. At night, Wu Zhen walked out of the dormitory to participate in club activities, and Yin Zihan, who was still wearing a plaster cast on his right hand, also went to the bar.

Song Zui was sitting alone at the desk reading a book. The dormitory was so quiet that there was only the sound of the ticking second hand. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door of the dormitory.

The only person who doesn't like to bring keys when going out is Yin Zihan, and he has no intention of opening the door for Yin Zihan.

There was no further knocking on the door.

Song Zui felt something was wrong, if it was Yin Zihan, he would definitely keep knocking. He put down the book in his hand and walked over to twist the doorknob.

The moment he opened the door, before he had time to see who the other party was, a piece of clothing covered his head from top to bottom, covering all his sight like a hijab.

"Love or not."

A Ting's indifferent voice came from outside the clothes. His fingers touched the clothes with an extremely soft touch, which was completely different from his washed white shirt, as if pinching the soft cotton at the corners.

"Are you delivering clothes these two days?" Song Zui thought of the clothes pocket hanging on the doorknob, "It seems that customers have sent you a lot of things again. Didn't I teach you how to sell second-hand clothes? You don't need to send clothes Give it to me."

He Shanting's lips pursed into a straight line when he heard the word selling second-hand, because of this movement, his sharp jaw line became more and more sharp.

He looked at Song Zui, who was a head shorter than him. The boy was wearing old and white clothes, with white and slender wrists, so thin that he could be hugged easily.

He Shanting, who has always been tough, has nothing to do with this sharp fox cub, as if he is living in a trash can and refuses to come out, and even invites him to sit in the trash can.

Song Zui, whose head was covered by clothes, was taking off his clothes one by one. He seemed to hear a soft sigh, and the other party bent down for a moment.

Feeling the approach of the other party, he froze, the hand holding the clothes stopped in mid-air, wondering if something he said made A Ting angry again.

While he was reflecting, the next second the man stretched out his hand and touched his head through the soft fabric. The other person's voice was unbelievably gentle, and his heart beat at 110 beats per minute.

"But I want to see you in nice clothes."