San Fu

Although the fever subsided, after all, his brain had been attacked by the high temperature inside and outside. Jiang Kuo didn't take a taxi. He asked Da Pao to clean up a shared electric car for him and drove back. He wanted to refresh himself.

But when I returned to the corridor of the dormitory, I still felt groggy and felt like a ball of cotton soaked in water.

It's rare that there is no one in the corridor at this time today, I don't know if it's because of bed checks.

When Cannon persuaded him to go back to the dormitory quickly, he was reluctant. The person who was still showing off for him in the dormitory on the day of reporting for duty, suddenly spoke so honestly, calmly and earnestly, which made him very rebellious.

Jiang Kuo had never lived in a school, so he didn't know what the procedure was for the dormitory check, but Tang Li was anxious to see how much he attached importance to the dormitory check, so he finally came back to give Tang Li face, after all, this was the first time to check the dormitory. Sleeping, Tang Li is still the head of the house, although he has no idea when the head of the house was appointed.

Several people were stuck at the door of the dormitory.

At first, Jiang Kuo felt that his eyes were burnt out and he couldn't see clearly, but when he got closer, he found that he was right. Those people were standing at the door frame, one in front and two behind.

During the dozen or so steps that Jiang Kuo took to the door, they were embedded in the door frame in a triangular state, neither entering nor exiting.

"Rang Rang." He lightly touched the arm of the man outside the back row.

The door frame trio turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

Jiang Kuo also glanced at them, presumably he was checking the bedroom?

But no one stepped aside.

Neither spoke.

Just looked at him with a serious face.

What to do?

Jiang Kuo didn't bother to think about what this was for and what was wrong. This was his dormitory, and he had considered it quite carefully without pulling people away and going in directly.

So he turned sideways, bumped away the person blocking his way with his shoulder, and entered the dormitory.

Three roommates were standing at their desks, and it seemed the six were making some kind of eye contact before he entered the room.

Seeing him come back, Tang Li breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered, "I helped you fold the clothes on the bed, I'm afraid you won't be able to tidy up in time when you come back."

Jiang Kuo was very disgusted that someone touched his things, so he frowned reflexively, but quickly flattened his eyebrows, and whispered: "Thank you."

"The head of the house tells him." The person standing at the door came in at this moment.

"Jiang Kuo," Tang Li pointed to these people, "this is the senior who came to check the dormitory. During the military training, he will check the dormitory every day. Everyone is required to rest in the dormitory. They are not allowed to go out unless there are special circumstances. The dormitory must be kept clean and the belongings must be kept clean. Put it neatly..."

Jiang Kuo took a look at his site, and saw that there were only three or five pieces of clothes in pieces, and it was hard to think that they were not in order.

"Don't hang your clothes here." Zha Bedroom One pointed to the hook at the door.

Everyone in the room was silent, Jiang Kuo sat on the chair next to Li Zirui's table.

"Jiang Kuo." Li Zirui called him in a low voice, shaking his hand back at him quietly.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Whose clothes?" Number One asked, "Don't hang them here!"

Only then did Jiang Kuo realize that he was referring to his military training jacket hanging there, and he was a little puzzled: "Why?"

"No reason, keep it tidy," Number Two said, "Fold the clothes and put them away."

"It was hung there to keep it clean," Jiang Kuo said, "I just threw it on the ground if it wasn't for cleanliness."

"Remember." Number One said.

Number three immediately lowered his head and wrote on the notebook in his hand.

"Take it down, take it down," Tang Li hurried over to take off the clothes, "We don't know too well that we can't hang clothes here."

"What can you hang on that hook?" Jiang Kuo took the clothes Tang Li handed him, and put them on the table.

No. [-], [-], and [-] did not speak.

Jiang Kuo got up, took the bag on his desk, hung it on the hook, and looked at them: "This?"

Before they could speak, Jiang Kuo took out another power bank from his bag and hung it up: "Or this one?"

"Take it down!" Number Three lowered his voice.

"What's your opinion?" asked Number One.

"I have no objection," Jiang Kuo said, "I only have a question, and only one question—what can hang here?"

He can be sure that numbers [-], [-], and [-] know the correct answer, because the correct answer is to hang clothes and hats, because every house has this thing, and its name is a coat hook.

But no one in the room spoke, and fell into a brief and embarrassing but more tense atmosphere.

"Whose bed does it belong to?" No. [-] knocked on the bed frame, abruptly ending the unpleasant topic.

But this casual knock, immediately opened the second unhappiness.

Probably no one thought that Jiang Kuo couldn't get around it.

"Mine." Jiang Kuo turned around standing in front of the hooks he had hung all over.

Number two pointed with a displeased face: "Put the clothes in the closet."

This time Jiang Kuo didn't ask why, and he didn't have an answer anyway. Of course, his answer must be no. He opened his closet and showed it: "The closet can't fit."

"Fix it yourself, tell me if it's useful! I don't care about yours!" Number One said, "You can't pile clothes on the bed!"

"That's folded." Jiang Kuo glanced at it. Tang Li was a careful person. His clothes were folded very evenly, and they were all the same size.

"Why don't you collect the messy clothes hanging on the balcony?" No. [-] didn't follow his words, "Is it pretty?"

Tang Li and Ma Xiao hurried to the balcony and put away the clothes that were drying. Ma Xiao's trousers were still wet.

"Don't leave the toiletries one by one, put them all neatly!" Number two went to the bathroom and walked around, "During the military training, you didn't stack tofu cubes as required by the military. Is it so difficult to put things neatly?"

The three people in the dormitory hurriedly tidied up the toiletries again. From Jiang Kuo's point of view, they had obviously already tidied up, and now they just picked them up and put them down where they were.

No. [-] wrote it down in the notebook.

Jiang Kuo stood still, his head began to swell and hurt, and his neck and shoulders were also sore.

The stamina of the fever is showing little by little.

When he thought it was time to end after turning around the balcony toilet, No. [-] stepped on the stairs next to Jiang Kuo's bed.

Then he went up two steps, reached out and picked up the clothes that Tang Li had folded for him, and walked down the stairs.

Jiang Kuo became angry at once. This staircase is for going to bed. They usually step up when they take off their shoes. Now there are two off-white marks directly on the first floor.

And took his clothes directly.

"This classmate," No. [-] shook his clothes at him, "It's not that we are targeting you, but most of the problems in your dormitory are caused by you. I hope you will cooperate and not affect the entire dormitory."

Jiang Kuo was silent for two seconds, grabbed the clothes in No. [-]'s hand, bent down and wiped the dirt on the stairs stepped on by No. [-], and then threw the clothes into the trash can next to him.

"What do you mean?" Everyone's anger gathered above their heads, and Jiang Kuo's action made No. [-] explode first, and he raised his voice suddenly and roared.

Jiang Kuo closed his eyes, and he almost jumped up again in fright.

"It's not a chair there." Li Zirui's expression was not very good, but he quickly smoothed things over and tried to take the clothes out of the trash can.

Jiang Kuo stretched out his foot to hook the trash can over, and stepped on the edge of the bucket: "It's not interesting, it's just throwing garbage, can the trash can throw garbage, senior?"

"Jiang Kuo!" Li Zirui suppressed his voice, and although he was unhappy, it was a tough expression that could be obtained by checking the bedroom or enduring it.

"Don't play tricks on us," Number One said, "This is a school, who are you showing off to?"

"I'll show you three," Jiang Kuo said, "It's so obvious."

"There are no rules at all, and you can play tricks very well," No. [-]'s eyebrows twitched, "Zha is not in the dormitory, things are placed indiscriminately, provocative words, creating conflicts, what else?"

"This." Jiang Kuo grabbed No. [-] by the collar.

Duan Feifan didn't expect Lu Haobo to join the student union. Last year, Dong Kun, who had always been good-tempered, said to Lu Haobo, "If this person can enter the student union, I'd smash the student union office."

And Lu Haobo would fly out of dormitory 119 clutching his stomach, which Duan Feifei never expected.

"Oh!" He turned over from the recliner and jumped out of the dormitory, kicking the opposite door, "Come out to watch the show."

The door opened immediately, and Duan Feihua knocked on the dormitory doors on both sides as he walked in, and soon the dormitory doors behind him opened, and people kept coming out.

The other two members of the sleeping group also came out of 119, but they didn't come out alone, they came out in a hug, and it was hard to tell whether they were hitting or just hugging.

"Go back!" Lu Haobo got up and saw Duan Feifan and a bunch of onlookers over there, pointed at him and shouted, "Duan Feifan, what do you want to do?"

"Look," Duan Feifei walked to door 119, "Can you help me, senior?"

The four people who came out of the dormitory finally separated with difficulty, two from the dormitory inspection team, and Fatty and Tang Li from 119, Tang Li started a fight, and Fatty was actually fighting.

However, Fatty's tactics were obviously ineffective, and he was able to kick Lu Haobo out?And now he also saw scratches on Lu Haobo's face.

When I looked into the dormitory, a figure waved its fists and followed the wind, and it looked like it was going straight to the sleeping group.

Duan Feifei stretched out his arms sideways, wrapping the man around his waist.

So many people are watching, you can't do anything anymore brother, no one will do it without checking the dormitory group.

This person is also 119, and he doesn't talk much. Every time Duan Feifei opens the door to ventilate, he can see him go out to throw garbage, and he can throw garbage [-] times a day.

Pretty fierce?

"Ma Xiao! Ma Xiao!" Tang Li hurried over and hugged this man again, "Calm down!"

There were too many people piled up at the door of the dormitory, Duan Feifei took two steps back, stopped in front of the window, and saw the only person still in the dormitory.

Jiang Kuo stood facing the door of the dormitory, flexing his right wrist.

He probably had a fever, and his face was pale, but Duan Feifei, relying on years of onlookers and personal experience in market fights, immediately confirmed that Lu Haobo was kicked out of the dormitory by him.

In fact, it's easy to guess. The four freshmen in dormitory 119, except for Jiang Kuo, are all honest people. The one who dared to beat up the seniors in the first dormitory check at the beginning of school can only be Jiang Kuo, that frightening thing.

But Duan Feifan was quite surprised, seeing Jiang Kuo's state, Lu Haobo was kicked out before he even had time to make a move.

Gee.

"Jiang Kuo," Lu Haobo pointed at Jiang Kuo in the dormitory, "You will bear the consequences, just wait."

"Don't worry, check the bed every day," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I will wait here, senior."

"What are you doing? Go back to the dormitory! If you want to be deducted points, how about I deduct all of them for you!" Lu Haobo turned his head and shouted at the people in the corridor.

Everyone discussed in low voices, and slowly retreated into the dormitory.

Duan Feifan was still leaning against the window of 119, and Jiang Kuo was already lying on the bed inside.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Haobo looked at him.

"Why," Duan Feifei said, "Didn't I finish the investigation?"

"The investigation is over." Lu Haobo said.

"After the investigation, I'll come out and drop by." Duan Feifei said.

"What's going on!" Uncle Zhao suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, "Why was it so noisy just now!"

"There are mice!" Duan Feifei turned his head and shouted, "It's been chased away!"

"I've never seen the world," Uncle Zhao shook his head and walked back, "A mouse can make such a movement..."

"Duan Feifei, I hope we can have a friendly new beginning," Lu Haobo stared at Duan Feifan, "Please don't affect my work."

"Good senior," Duan Feifei pointed to 119 again, "Have you finished checking here?"

"It's over." Lu Haobo gritted his teeth.

Duan Feifei walked into 119, and closed the door behind him with a "bang".

Several people in the dormitory stood in the room blankly, seeing Lu Haobo leave from the window, Tang Li sat down on a chair at once: "This is a big deal."

"Are we finished?" The fat man looked at Duan Feifei, "Hero."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei glanced at him, "What did you call me?"

"Hero." The fat man said, "My name is Li Zirui. Nice to meet you."

Duan Feifei was amused: "Is there a string missing in your brain?"

"Honestly, hero," Li Zirui whispered, "You know us better than us, is this serious?"

"Let's deal with it collectively," Duan Feifei said, "Has everyone done it?"

"Tang Li didn't do anything." Li Zirui said.

"I've done it," Tang Li was very firm, "We've done it all."

"Tang Li, you don't need to..." Li Zirui waved his hand.

"Is your brain used as a counterweight!" Jiang Kuo slapped the bed board, "Who is he? Do you believe whatever he says?"

Duan Feifei laughed and leaned against the door, looking very happy.

"Are you okay?" Li Zirui asked.

"What can be the matter," Duan Feifei said, "their first inspection, the first day of inspection, the first dormitory inspection, the work must be carried out satisfactorily, at most, 119 failed."

"We can't be so impulsive in the future," Tang Li said, "Today we are really impulsive, we shouldn't, especially Jiang Kuo, their attitude is indeed not very good, but..."

"I can't bear these things," Jiang Kuo turned over, "From now on, I will check the bedroom every day, and my mother has to clean the things on the coat hook every day, take the wet clothes off the clothes rail, and accompany them Hello, Senior Smiley? My dad doesn't even dare to ask me to cooperate like this!"

Tang Li sighed.

"Very cool." Ma Xiao said suddenly.

"Huh?" Several people in the room looked at him.

"Hey!" Tang Li sighed forcefully, "Your trousers are still wet, let's dry them first, or they will stink."

Duan Feifei walked to Jiang Kuo's bed, raised his hand and knocked on the edge of his bed: "Hey."

Jiang Kuo turned back and looked at him.

"Sister Ning asked me to bring you some medicine," Duan Feifei said, "I'll get it for you later?"

"I'll go get it," Jiang Kuo said, "Thank you."

Duan Feifei waved his hand, turned and walked out of the dormitory.

"Jiang Kuo," Li Zirui pulled out the clothes he had thrown in from the trash can, "Your clothes need to be washed, they are stained with dust, we just swept the floor, and the trash hasn't been taken out yet."

"I'll pour it." Jiang Kuo sat up, his head was very uncomfortable, and the room was a little stuffy, so he planned to go out for a walk.

He got out of bed and put on his shoes, took the clothes from Li Zirui's hands, threw them back into the trash can, and went out with the trash can.

"Jiang Kuo!" Li Zirui chased him out, "Why are you having trouble with clothes? New clothes with no tags removed!"

Jiang Kuo ignored him.

After 116, the sleeping group just came out.

The three of them looked at the trash can in Jiang Kuo's hand at the same time.

"Hello senior," Jiang Kuo said, "Take out the trash."

When throwing out the trash, Jiang Kuo took the clothes out of the trash can and carried them back to the dormitory.

Don't play prestige with the people in the dormitory, and don't put on airs. In today's fight, the people in the dormitory did not stand idly by. Whether it was persuading or going up together, everyone participated.

Li Zirui's tone of voice when he said "new clothes" made him a little embarrassed.

Taking the clothes and walking to the door of 107, he knocked on the door.

"Come in." Duan Feifei seemed to be eating.

Jiang Kuo pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw another bowl of Mala Tang in Duan Feifan's hand.

"Are you Mala Tang Jing?" He really couldn't hold back.

"Eat?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I said I won't eat it!" Jiang Kuo hurriedly chased after him, "Did you buy two more?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "Am I crazy? If you don't eat it, I will still buy it."

"Then you still ask?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Looking for something to talk about is a very important part of interpersonal relationships," Duan Feifei said, "If you are willing to simplify it, I can also cooperate."

"Very good, let's simplify it." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei put down Malatang, picked up a small paper bag on the table and handed it to him.

Jiang Kuo took it, opened it and took a look inside: "Is there a temperature gun?"

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

"What is the medicine..." Jiang Kuo stopped in the middle of speaking, "As for?"

"Yes, there is a temperature gun. You have seen it and asked?" Duan Feifei said, "What is the medicine is also written on the medicine box, do you need to say it?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, grabbed the paper bag and punched him.

The clothes in his hands were lifted up, bringing up a burst of dust.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei stepped back quickly, picked up the Mala Tang bowl, and retreated to the window, "Where did you pick up this dress?"

"It was taken out of the trash can," Jiang Kuo felt inexplicably refreshed for a moment, "The senior touched it dirty, so I wanted to take it out and throw it away together."

"Interesting," Duan Feifei smiled, "Lu Haobo was unlucky at the beginning of his career, he encountered some difficulties in the first room...how did he get it back?"

"Forget it, let's wash it in the hotel tomorrow." Jiang Kuo said.

"...You take your clothes to the hotel to wash?" Duan Feifei looked at him, and forgot to put the Mala Tang in his mouth when he picked it up.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Sister Ning borrowed the temperature gun from the infirmary, just return it to her when it's used up." Duan Feifei said.

"Oh," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, took out the temperature gun, and beeped on his forehead, "My fever has subsided, why don't you just..."

"Pay her back by yourself, tell people not to get used to it," Duan Feifei said, "it's easy to get beaten up."

"I said, why am I lying there so uncomfortable?" Jiang Kuo looked at 38.2 on the temperature gun, "It's burning again?"

"How much?" Duan Feifei asked, "If you can't, just take a piece of ibuprofen or something, it's in it."

"38.2," Jiang Kuo stared at the screen until the number disappeared before he raised his head and looked at Duan Feifan, "Let's discuss something."

"I have a fever," Duan Feifei said immediately, "You're just blowing up the air conditioner to make you sick, why are you still here?"

"Who can turn on the air conditioner to get sick?" Jiang Kuo said, "I am not acclimatized, so I have to turn on the air conditioner to get better."

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone: "One thousand and five?"

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