Oral period

Zhenxiao's room is easy to find, the one on the easternmost side of the fourth floor is next door to the shared balcony and laundry room, the sound of water ticking from nowhere sounds a bit creepy, Xia Jingzhe bites With the tip of her tongue, she suppressed the horrific fantasy that was looming in her heart, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

——It was not locked, and the room was pitch-black, filled with a damp and sweet smell that was exactly the same as Zhenxiao's clothes. Those who didn't know it thought it had been soaked in laundry detergent.

Xia Jingzhe was still a little apprehensive when he entered the door, hesitating for half a second whether it would be impolite to open the door so hastily, but after he turned on the light and saw the scene in the room, that apprehension was completely replaced by some more complicated emotions - If it wasn't for the fact that they got along fairly well in the past few days, he would have suspected that Zhen Xiao was deliberately making things difficult for him.

The room was messy, more messy than any abstract painting he had ever seen, and it was so messy that it was not aesthetically pleasing, it just made people feel bad.

I don't know how Zhenxiao did it, but with his own strength, he made the four-person bedroom chaotic as if ten people had been tossing about it for three days and three nights in a row. Not to mention the clothes and sundries piled up on the three beds, how many people left? The pieces were scattered on the long table in the center of the room, the four chairs were also filled with books and unrecognizable papers, the sheets and quilts on the upper bunk were hanging down, and the pillows fell on the floor outrageously—this person probably I didn't know that there was a laundry room next door, and all the washed clothes were hung on the bed rail by the window. A few lumps of unknown fabric were wrapped around the overwhelmed clothes hanger, silently explaining the source of the damp smell.

In addition, the worst-hit part was probably the table, which was densely covered with crumpled towels, open extracurricular books, toothbrushes that appeared here for some reason, half-written exercise papers, and There is a bag of convenience store bread with the words "discount at the end of the period" written on it...

The only good news is that the bread has not been opened yet, and there is no trace of food in sight, at least for the time being, there is no need to be mentally prepared to encounter any creatures.

It's not dirty, it's just messy, it's true talent.

Xia Jingzhe took two steps forward, picked up the bag of discounted bread, looked at it silently for a long time, then put it back to the original place, turned to meet the gaze of the owner of the room, his expression changed several times, and finally chose to ask him first Top concern: "So... where do I sleep?"

There were four beds in total, excluding the one with the hanging sheet that seemed to belong to him, the remaining three were all piled up with sundries, and the situation was not much better than the bed assigned to him by the school at that time.

Zhen Xiao was dumbfounded, as if realizing something, looked away unnaturally, and closed the door behind his back: "Anywhere is fine, as long as you—cough, as long as you don't mind."

Don't mind is the hell.

Although he was born in a good family and was taken care of by servants, after all, he has been freed for a long time. Compared with students of the same age, Xia Jingzhe's self-care ability is still much higher than that of students of the same age. Including the rooftop office, the living environment with various conditions is uneven.

After the initial brief shock, he looked at the abstract art-like scene in front of him, and gradually accepted the reality, and began to seriously consider what to do to change the status quo, at least not to let his last time in high school be spent in the pile of debris .

It seems that there is indeed a lot of trouble. People like Zhen Xiao are probably sent by the heavens to test him.The boy walked to the window, slowly pushed open the heavy and rusty window, and thought numbly.

"I'll sleep on your lower bunk, and I'll give you 10 minutes to move all these messy things to the two opposite beds, fold the clothes and put them in the drawers, and hang clothes hangers at the end of the bed for winter school uniforms that are inconvenient to fold, and those The clothes that haven’t been dried are moved to the drying room next door—wait a minute, pillow, how do you usually wash clothes?”

Zhen Xiao froze in place, with a dazed expression on his face, as if he was still digesting what he said just now, and he slowly came back to his senses after being called out, and recalled: "Put the clothes in the sink, pour the laundry detergent , Soak it overnight, then take it out and wring it dry..."

"...the last person who was so 'good at' washing clothes was my cousin who was ten years younger than me—it was when she was in kindergarten," Xia Jingzhe bit the word "good at" very hard, "You How much laundry detergent?"

"A bottle cap...that's what it says on the laundry detergent bottle."

Regardless of why the laundry detergent was poured under the chair...Xia Jingzhe sat in the corner just vacated at the end of the bed, picked up the laundry detergent bottle in his mouth, glanced at it, and said with a sneer, "What they mean is that the bottle is full of a washing machine drum. The clothes are just like a bottle cap - Xueba, your self-care ability and IQ are the opposite, right?"

This kind of knowledge is indeed a little super-class for Zhen Xiao.Rarely, the person being teased didn't choke back immediately, walked silently to the bedside, picked up a piece of clothing according to Xia Jingzhe's instructions, and tried to figure out how to fold it properly. He choked back tit-for-tat and told the other party "go out if you don't want to live", but it's a pity that three meals a day are held in the hands of others, and he is not yet qualified to be tough.

I have bullied him so many times, and I will not lose a piece of meat after listening to a few nagging... The young man thought so, squatting on the side of the bed a little discouraged, looking at his balled up clothes, and sighed in his heart , completely gave up her dignity, and said softly, "I don't know how to fold clothes."

Xia Jingzhe didn't react at all, she seemed to have accepted the reality that his self-care ability was zero, and she didn't bother to laugh at him anymore, she just got up and walked behind him, lowered one hand, and twisted the clothes with thin white fingers in front of him, With a kind of weird patience like teaching kindergarten children, teach by example: "Pull the sleeve on this side first, then fold it in half, and do the same on the other side, pull it over, fold it in half, fold it in half again, and finally fold it like this... There are other ways, but I guess you can’t learn it, it’s enough to master the simplest one first, understand?”

The arm was right next to his ear, and the soft cotton material rubbed against his cheek, a little itchy.

Zhen Xiao nodded, half understanding, saying he understood.

"Then stack it slowly, no, you have 8 minutes left—" It is rare to find a chance to play with the other party, Xia Jingzhe will naturally not show mercy, imitating Zhen Xiao's tone of teasing him in the past, no He said unhurriedly, "If the overtime affects my sleep, I won't invite you to dinner tomorrow. How about a meal in 5 minutes?"

It's a pity that he overlooked one point. The difference between Zhenxiao and him is that this person doesn't have such excess self-esteem, especially when it comes to insignificant things like low self-care ability-he might be very stubborn, and the more he is teased The less he will be subdued, but for Zhenxiao, as long as the final result is beneficial to him, it is harmless to subdue and show weakness in a timely manner, or even use a little coquettish trick.

In front of other people, it may be necessary to weigh again and again, but the target is Xia Jingzhe, who likes to be soft but not hard, showing weakness is an expedient measure to take the initiative.

So, after folding two pieces of clothes obediently, Zhen Xiao stood up, cleared his throat, and said in Xia Jingzhe's direction: "There are too many, I can't finish folding..."

"Then put it on the bed first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow," Xia Jingzhe raised his head from the web comics and glanced at him, seemingly indifferent to his situation, "Come on."

"It's too heavy to move, and the lower bunk can't be put down, so I have to move it up..."

"It's okay, you can do it."

This time it seems to be a bit out of the routine.Zhen Xiao blinked, and decided to use the last bargaining chip—he originally didn't want to talk about the injury on his leg, and thought it was hypocritical, but Xia Jingzhe refused to fall for it, so he had no choice but to make a bad move.

The fox who is good at deception walks up to the prey, bends down slightly, and closes the cunning that flashed past his eyes, leaving only enough fake begging, and the half-hearted accusation of being poked in the wound and pretending to be indifferent It means: "But I still have injuries on my legs. It hurts to squat down, and I still have to climb up and down..."

"Come on, why didn't you say that when you were squatting just now?" Xia Jingzhe raised his eyelids to look at him, put down his phone, and exposed it mercilessly, "I don't want to do this anymore, let's put down my acting skills."

Perhaps it was because the room was warm, and there was no hidden malice around him. He was lazily leaning against the end of the bed, not as relaxed as usual. He looked relaxed and soft, even his eyes were soft. You can see the overly wide collar slipping down as he put down the phone, revealing a large piece of fair skin, and the messy hair ends around the neck, hanging around the collarbone, showing a bit of sensuality.

Zhen Xiao looked at the curly black hair, and the rebuttal that came to her mouth became dumb for some reason, leaving only a vague "forget it", like an excuse to flee in a hurry.

Xia Jingzhe snorted as if she had succeeded, instead of picking up the phone, she changed to a more comfortable position, sitting cross-legged on the side of the bed like a cat, looking at the back of Zhenxiao who was tidying up.

It deserves it, let him play tricks and frighten others, asking for trouble.

In fact, with his temperament, he would still meddle in other people's business even if he yelled that he "doesn't have deep friendship with others", and ended up being transferred to another school, not to mention such trivial things as folding clothes and tidying up the room. If Zhen Xiao really asked for help sincerely, he probably wouldn't Will not stand idly by.

It's just that this person is always trying to trick him, and has a history of deliberately scaring him. It's rare to find a chance to take revenge. He still doesn't want to help so early and fall into someone's hands.

But...Xia Jingzhe looked at the protruding gauze stickers on the side of the pillow, sighed in his heart, and thought to himself—wait another 10 minutes, if this idiot hasn't finished folding his bed of clothes, he will reluctantly help him.

Dragging a few heavy coats to the upper bunk is still somewhat difficult for a healthy person, let alone an injury like pillow.

So, after climbing the stairs once, he gave up this clumsy method, and instead chose to take advantage of his height to stand by the bed and throw his clothes onto the upper bunk as if shooting a basket—the railing by the bed was too high, so he just Able to extend arms and jump up slightly to prevent clothes from hanging over the railing.

I'm not tired, it's just that I have jumped too many times and my knees hurt a little.

Xia Jingzhe noticed his strangeness 5 minutes later. He didn't know how many times he jumped up to throw a heavy down jacket. When he landed, his knees were slightly stiff, so that he couldn't stand still, and he was holding on to the railing of the ladder. Shaking—from Xia Jingzhe's perspective, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the knuckles of his hand holding the railing were turning white, as if he had used a lot of strength.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Zhen Xiao waved his hand, turned around and still had no expression on his face, bent over to tidy up the books he had spread on the table, and asked in the tone of a child who had no idea: "What about these, where do you put them..."

"It's up to you, put it wherever you want, just don't spread it out and take up space." Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xia Jingzhe suddenly remembered the scene when this person fell and injured not long ago - he looked so expressionless, in fact The fall was worse than expected - he frowned hesitantly, but got up and walked to Zhenxiao's side, and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "Come here, sit on the bed."

Realizing that this sounded a little ambiguous, he added a guilty conscience: "Let me see your injury."

Fortunately, Zhenxiao didn't know anything about these "color-making" topics, and his cognition level was about zero as his self-care ability. He didn't think about anything strange, but just moved away calmly, and said, "It's okay, no need to worry about it." look."

When he deliberately deceives people, he pretends to be serious, but when he really feels pain, he pretends to be fine.

Xia Jingzhe glanced at him, and felt that something must be wrong with him being so peaceful, so he simply stopped talking nonsense to him, reached out and grabbed Zhenxiao's wrist without warning, twisted and pressed it cleverly, and pressed it against the edge of the bed. He pulled up his trousers.

The moment he met the other party, he actually noticed that Zhen Xiao's strength was far greater than he imagined, and it didn't match his sickly appearance, so that at first he almost failed to control this person, but For some reason, the opponent quickly withdrew his strength, gave up resistance and let him subdue him, and did not stop him with the other hand that was still free.

Before he had time to think about it, he was distracted by the bloody gauze sticker on Zhenxiao's leg—it wasn't so obvious when he saw it last time, but a little brown was faintly showing, making it difficult to tell whether it was The iodophor is still blood from the wound, but now there is a small patch of eye-catching red on the gauze. It seems that the wound has burst open, and blood seeped through the gauze. The red is mottled and shocking.

"Are you an idiot? You can't tell the pain..." Xia Jingzhe nodded his uninjured forehead and said angrily, "Don't say it's just trying to extort my medical expenses—the medicine prescribed by the school doctor last time , and the gauze stickers, where did you put them?"

Being exposed by someone, Zhen Xiao simply stopped hiding and tucked it up, and pulled the other trouser leg above his knee, and casually joked: "You are so angry every day, why are you so angry... in my schoolbag , should be brought back."

"Who would be angry for you? I just can't bear it with my own conscience." Xia Jingzhe dug out the bottle of iodophor cotton balls and new gauze stickers from his schoolbag, walked up to him, knelt down on one knee naturally, and bit open a piece of paper. The wrapping paper pasted with gauze, and skillfully unscrewed the iodophor bottle cap and put it aside, "Tell me earlier that you will die, do you know how troublesome the wound is to burst open, if you don't disinfect it, you will get infected, and it's not like sticking this thing Everything will be fine, amputation, do you want me to be responsible for the rest of your life? Stupid..."

Does this person know that when he is anxious and flustered, he will talk more and talk a bunch of meaningless nonsense, but he can't hide his true thoughts at all.

Realizing that the corners of his mouth seemed to be rising, Zhen Xiao cleared his throat nonchalantly, and said innocently: "I said it before, you said you don't want to eat this."

Hearing this, Xia Jingzhe had gently tore off the old gauze sticking hand on his leg, and tore it to the bottom as if in revenge. When he heard the gasp that the other party couldn't hold back, he sneered in satisfaction and said: " Who asked you to say that those gods and ghosts scare me-I planned to show mercy and help you in 10 minutes, but who knows you are such a waste. Besides, there are so many unfolded clothes below. Carry things to the upper bunk."

"But folding clothes is so troublesome. Every clothes looks different. I won't..."

It turned out that it wasn't that the skills failed, it was just that he was angry.Zhen Xiao thought silently, staring at Xia Jingzhe's soft hair top, heaved a sigh of relief.

From his angle, he couldn't see Xia Jingzhe's expression clearly, but he could only see the eyelashes drooping, which looked black and soft, reminiscent of the fluff under the wings of a young bird, some tufts of which were extra long, somewhat attractive for no reason— —The boy changed the dressing neatly and skillfully. After taking off the old gauze patch, he wiped the wound carefully with a cotton ball soaked in iodophor, and replaced it with a new one. The second gauze patch was just torn off the backing paper. He bit the corner of it in his mouth, temporarily depriving him of the power to speak.

"I was bitten by you and then pasted on the wound, what if I get rabies..." Zhen Xiao took the opportunity to tease him.

"Get lost," Xia Jingzhe was biting something in his mouth and speaking vaguely, Xia Jingzhe had no choice but to speed up the disinfection, put on the gauze sticker and pressed it hard as if venting his anger, before he said in a bad mood, "I bitten paper , can’t touch the wound, and, who do you call a dog.”

There was an unnatural pause between the words, as if swallowing a dirty word.

Zhen Xiao raised his eyebrows, affirming his IQ of being able to understand the meaning behind the lines, and was choked back in the next second: "What qualifications do people who can't even fold clothes have to say about others—speaking of it, how come you have so many Clothes, moving?"

"Almost," Zhen Xiao's expression darkened, and he quickly returned to normal, writing lightly, "I won't be going home again, so I brought everything here."

Xia Jingzhe nodded, but unexpectedly did not ask the original question.