Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui looked at the wounds accumulated over the years and couldn't help asking: "What kind of bastard? A dog or a cat."

The other party did not answer. He carefully observed the wounds. The distribution was shallow in the middle and deep on both sides, so he deduced that the cub that caused the accident should have two canine teeth.

It didn't look like it was bitten by a cat or dog. It might be other rodents. He touched his teeth, but there were two pointed canine teeth.

He Shanting raised his eyebrows: "The little fox I raised disappeared one day, and then ran away with someone."

Song Zui frowned when he heard the first sentence, and nodded empathetically when he heard the last sentence: "That's quite heartless."

As soon as his words fell in the air, the man stretched out his index finger and tapped his forehead lightly, as if it was not a light punishment.

The place where the skin touched was a little warm, and he raised his head to meet the blue-gray eyes of the other party, with a nonchalant expression, as if he saw a foggy sea.

Song Zui couldn't help holding his breath. When the man left, he was still holding the sweater in his hand, and later realized that the sweater bought for 580 yuan was about to rot in his hands.

For how to deal with this sweater, Song Zui had two ideas, one was to return the product, and the other was to wear it by himself. Even though he still had a sense of crisis with a deposit of 15 yuan, he chose the former.

He sent a return application to the store, and the customer service quickly responded to him.

[Customer Service] The product page indicates that it does not accept seven-day no-reason refunds. No one wants to receive second-hand clothes. It is not easy to operate and I hope to give a five-star praise.

Song Zui had no choice but to keep the sweater because the size was compared with that of Ating. As soon as he put it on, Yin Zihan opened the door and asked, "Brother Song, why did you buy a skirt?"

He silently looked at the large sweater that was as long as the base of his thighs. Why didn't he grow taller? He calmly stroked the curly hair on his head: "First, I bought this for others. Second, not all long clothes are It's a skirt."

The young man's voice was justified and very pleasant, but Yin Zihan looked at the eyes that seemed to be about to make a move in the next second, and was so frightened that he immediately changed his words: "My eyes are not good, bro, don't blame me!"

Hearing this, the young man put away his clothes and went to the balcony to water the flowers. The weather was fine and the sunflowers bloomed in large swaths, reflecting the old tiles a bit younger, with swaying shadows floating.

Yin Zihan felt that Song Zui who watered flowers and read books on weekdays and Song Zui who stepped on his chest coldly were two people. He gradually realized the boy's temperament.

For example, he couldn't be called short directly or indirectly. Thinking of this, he decided to go home and live at home on weekends. Listening to his dad's nagging was better than getting his neck smeared in the middle of the night.

Song Zui didn't know what Yin Zihan was thinking. He finished watering the flowers and was about to go to the library to read a book. Wu Zhen, who was watching the game on the bed, suddenly straightened up: "Temporary bed check today!"

"Didn't you just check last week?"

Song Zui carried his schoolbag. He didn't panic about checking the dormitory. He likes to live in a clean and comfortable place, and always pays attention to the cleanliness of the dormitory.

After Yin Zihan was discharged from the hospital, he seemed to be quite afraid of him. Before he opened his mouth, he volunteered to clean up, and every time he checked the bed, he got full marks.

"There was a fire in a dormitory in the southern district yesterday using high-power electrical appliances. People in one dormitory were persuaded to leave. In the afternoon, the school issued new regulations for the dormitory. There is a rule that pets are not allowed. Once found, they will be notified and criticized."

Notifying criticism is not as simple as issuing an announcement, it is a solid punishment, Song Zui looked at Song Tiantian and thought silently.

Yin Zihan's reaction was even greater than Song Zui's. He was used to pouring cat litter for Song Tiantian every day, and he was not used to it if he didn't pour cat litter every day.

"I'm afraid to check the bed." Yin Zihan said in a disdainful tone, "I'm familiar with the ones from the Ministry of Health, aren't they the ones from Liang Xia?"

"The counselor leads the team himself."

Wu Zhen emphasized the seriousness of the problem. Although he also likes Song Tiantian who is acting like a baby with his relatives, Song Tiantian can't stay in the dormitory anymore. He hopes that Song Zui can have a place to house this kitten.

As if aware of the premonition of being sent away, the kitten hugged the boy's leg and refused to let go of its paw, like a liquid cat growing on jeans.

Song Zui squatted down and picked up Song Tiantian and sighed. He left the Xu family with Song Tiantian in his arms, and there was an inexplicably close connection.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Yin Zihan cursed: "I can't come here so soon." Anyway, I have to wait for them to settle the kitten.

Yin Zihan took advantage of being an athlete and locked the door in a flash, trying to pretend that there was no one in the dormitory.

Hearing an obvious knock, Song Zui looked over with an expression of are you an idiot, and Yin Zihan had no choice but to open the door resentfully.

The moment Song Zui opened the door, Song Zui just hid Song Tiantian in the closet, and Wu Zhen got out of bed and put his clothes on the cat climbing frame.

The three of them stood ready.

It wasn't the counselor who came, but a boy holding a test paper. Song Zui recognized it was Yu Ming from yesterday: "What's the matter with you?"

"I live in the dormitory next door." Yu Ming said embarrassedly, "Thank you for your answer yesterday. I have another similar physics question I want to ask you. I don't know if it's convenient for you."

Song Zui originally wanted to say that it was inconvenient, but looking at the whitening Jiefang shoes under Yu Ming's feet, he finally didn't say anything.

He read the question once and figured out the solution, and quickly wrote down the answer on the paper. Seeing Yu Ming hesitated at the answer, he glanced at the closet and handed his notebook to Yu Ming: "You can take a look at my notebook." notes."

Yu Ming's attention was really attracted by the notebook, he took the notebook and walked out of the dormitory with tears of gratitude, Song Zui closed the door and released Song Tiantian.

Wu Zhen asked worriedly, "What will Song Tiantian do?"

He knew that Song Zui had no relatives or friends in Shanghai. If the dormitory could not keep cats, he could only find a reliable adopter. If his mother was not allergic to cat fur, he would have wanted to take him to his own home.

Song Zui patted the kitten's head. Although he didn't know whether Ating liked cats or not, he could only take Song Tiantian to the rental room, hoping that one person and one cat could get along peacefully.

"A friend of mine."

Wu Zhen's heart was relieved, as long as he had a place to live, no one would hate Song Tiantian, even Yin Zihan rushed to empty the cat litter every day.

The rental house was near the school, Song Zui was not in a hurry to take away Song Tiantian's things, he only brought cat food, cat bowls, cat litter boxes and other necessary things.

He went out with his big and small bags, his eyes caught the sweater he had changed, and he put it on with the thought of trying again.

Yin Zihan looked at Song Tiantian in the young man's arms and turned his head, Wu Zhen was immediately amused: "No way, are you still crying?"

"You read it wrong."

Yin Zihan retorted without any persuasiveness with red eyes. He would not be reluctant to part with a cat that tried to ride on his head, but he ordered canned cat food in his hand.

The weight of things is nothing to Song Zui, but it's not easy to carry too many things, he looks like a weak boy who is overwhelmed.

He bumped into Yu Ming when he went out, and Yu Ming couldn't help saying that he took the things in his left hand. He wanted to take all of them, but after he took a bag, his face showed pain. He felt like he had seen this scene before.

"I'll do it myself."

Song Zui was about to take back his things when Yu Ming took two steps back and shook his head abruptly: "I forgot to thank you very much just now. You not only helped me write the answer but also borrowed my notes. Let it be my insignificant feedback."

Song Zui looked down at the undeliverable sweater in his hand, feeling that people are too different, if it were A Ting, he would probably just watch him carry things.

Yu Ming sent him to the gate.

Song Zui took the things back and said goodbye, and when he was about to turn around and go to the unit building, a cool voice sounded behind him: "Who is he?"

He didn't hear the meaning inside.

"A person I know in the department." He didn't even think about answering, "He asked me questions with a notebook, and after seeing how difficult it was for him, he agreed and lent his notes."

The man snorted: "Beware of being deceived."

Song Zui said seriously: "It doesn't take much effort for me to answer the question, and I have nothing to lose if I get cheated."

He is used to helping others within his ability. Even if the other party may be a liar, he will not stand by because of this suspicion. What if the other party really needs help?

It's a big deal to beat up the liar.

The other party seemed to have lost his temper with him, took the big and small bags from him, and the two walked towards the rental room.

Changing from a narrow dormitory to a much more spacious rental room should be happy, but for some reason Song Zui felt that Song Tiantian in his arms was trembling in front of A Ting, as if he had seen some terrible figure.

Song Zui looked at the man who sat on the sofa with a calm expression. It could only be attributed to Song Tiantian's timidity and inability to adapt to the new environment.

"What's there to be afraid of."

He put Song Tiantian on the ground, used a feather duster as a cat teaser, and dangled it in front of the kitten.

Song Tiantian, who had been suppressed in the dormitory for a long time, began to feel a little uneasy, and he started to have fun when he was having fun, parkour back and forth in the living room, but never went to the sofa.

He deliberately played cat teasing stick with Song Tiantian for half an hour. Song Tiantian, who hadn't run to his heart's content for a long time, was so tired that the puppy was panting, probably because he was afraid that he would walk, so he lay pitifully on his neck.

He Shanting calmly flipped through the magazine in his hand, and brushed off the white cat fur on the pages. He hated cats at all times, especially cats who would pretend to be poor.

However, the young man who was about to leave stopped because of Song Tiantian, and he glanced at the young man who was entangled by Song Tiantian.

This person is like this to everyone, a little pitiful will soften his heart.

He Shanting continued to flip through the art magazines, took away the peripheral vision that fell on the boy, and moved Song Zui's sweater away from the sofa.

I don't know how long it took him to notice the time on the screen, and they were usually alone at this time, but today Song Zui's time was completely occupied by the kitten, and he stopped turning the pages of the book.

And Song Zui played with Song Tiantian wholeheartedly. He usually spends too little time with the kitten, and Song Tiantian is a sensible kitten who never disturbs his study.

The sky gradually darkened, and the scenery outside the window was covered with a dark mask, and it was almost time for him to leave.

At this time, he remembered that he didn't seem to have spoken to A Ting after he came back. The young man was hesitant to say that Song Tiantian would live in the rented house for a long time, but he said an irrelevant sentence: "I'm leaving."

He stood up with his back to the sofa, and heard footsteps, and before he could think about it, the man's chin rested on his sensitive neck, where the kitten lay down.

I don't know if it's his illusion, the other party gently rubbed against his skin, and a small piece of exposed skin felt like an electric shock, and at the same time he felt——

And the soft texture of sweaters on men.