he is afraid, he pretends

Four classes in a row in the morning are always the most grueling.

The bell rang for the end of the fourth period, and Wu Luming woke up Qian Weichang, who was about to snore, and asked, "What's for lunch?"

This week is full of classes, and the class schedule of C University is very tight. get out of class ends at 01 o'clock in the morning and class starts at 30:[-] in the afternoon.

It is equivalent to dawdling a little bit at lunch, and there is no time left to do other things.

Qian Weichang stared blankly for half a minute, then patted the table: "Let's eat special! I heard that special has a new taste of fish meal."

Wu Luming had no objection, so the two packed their schoolbags and left the classroom.

It was the end of get out of class, and there were crowds of people everywhere in the teaching building.

Wu Luming put his schoolbag on his back and walked for a while, remembering that the meal card was still in the schoolbag, he unloaded the schoolbag in front of him again.

Just looking down for the meal card for a moment, he didn't pay attention to the way ahead, and he ran straight into a person walking in front of him.

Although the man was not very tall, his whole body was covered with solid muscles, as hard as a board.

The schoolbag in Wu Luming's hand was lost and fell to the ground, and the books in the schoolbag also fell out.

Wu Luming stooped to pick it up without paying much attention, but at the moment when he was about to touch the book, he stepped on the middle of the book with one foot.

It was a large-sized trendy brand sneaker with aggressive paint on it.

On the toe of the shoe is a small figure with a middle finger. Wu Luming's eyes fell on that small figure, and his eyes darkened a little bit.

"Do you have eyes? You can't see them when you bump into them, and you can't see them even if the book is lying in front of you. Eyes are decorations?"

Qian Weichang's furious scolding sounded suddenly, and the foot on the book finally left.

"What? Have an opinion?" An arrogant and fierce voice sounded.

Wu Luming raised his head and saw a majestic man with dreadlocks.

The man's face was full of irritation, and he and Qian Weichang stared at each other, as if they were about to start fighting in the next second.

Wu Luming withdrew his gaze, picked up the book on the ground and patted it twice, put it back in his schoolbag and said in a calm voice: "It's nothing important, it's my fault for not looking at the road."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Qian Weichang, who was about to roll up his sleeves, and gave a friendly smile to the boy with dreadlocks.

Seeing this, the boy gave a light snort, and after giving Qian Weichang a provocative smile, he raised his hand and patted Wu Luming's shoulder, and said to Qian Weichang, "You should know how to be a human being."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and greeted the two people beside him to leave.

Qian Weichang was so angry that his eyes were burning, and he was about to go up to fight again, but was held back by Wu Luming again.

He looked displeased: "You just have a good temper. Let me tell you, this kind of person just wants to confront him head-on, otherwise it will only make him more arrogant."

Wu Luming didn't answer Qian Wei Chang's words, but instead asked, "Is he a freshman? Why doesn't he seem to have seen him in school?"

"It's a freshman," Qian Weichang breathed out, "Relying on the fact that my family is rich and my mother is rich and has no brains, I can't wait to walk sideways in the school like a crab every day. Just this thing, more than half a month Changed more than five girlfriends, and I don’t know what the girls are looking for in him.”

Wu Luming quietly listened to Qian Weichang's words, and when he turned the corner, his eyes fell back on the boy with dreadlocks who had gone away.

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[Brother Yuan, are you going home for dinner tonight? 】

After Wu Luming sent the message, he turned his phone gently, and turned his head to look at the light rain outside the window.

He remembered that when Wen Siyuan talked to Wen's mother two days ago, what Wen's mother said would rain for the next few days.

He turned on his phone again and looked at the weather forecast for the next few days.

Wen Siyuan's reply came in just at this time.

[I have something to do tonight, so it will be late to go back. 】

Wu Luming turned back with a "good" cat expression, and put away the phone.

When I got home at seven o'clock, Wu Luming simply cooked a bowl of noodles for himself, took a shower after eating, and did my homework in the bedroom until almost nine o'clock before I heard the sound of the door opening outside the house.

He stopped writing and listened quietly to the movement outside the house.

In the past two or three minutes, after seeing Wen Siyuan's footsteps stopped in the living room and then stopped, he put down his pen and stood up, opened the door and walked to the living room.

A dim light was turned on in the living room.

When Wu Luming walked over, he found that there was no one in the living room, but the light was on in the kitchen.

He approached, and saw that the door on the upper floor of the refrigerator was wide open, with Wen Siyuan's small half of his head exposed above the door, and Wen Siyuan's long legs under the door.

The door hasn't been moved for a long time, but the small half of the head on top of the door shakes occasionally.

Wu Luming stopped and stared at it for a long time, with a dimple on the corner of his mouth, he walked into the kitchen and called Wen Siyuan.

The refrigerator door swayed twice, Wen Siyuan poked his head out from behind the door, looked at Wu Luming: "Haven't slept yet?"

Wu Luming agreed, then asked back, "You...haven't had dinner yet?"

Wen Siyuan nodded, and then retracted his head behind the refrigerator door: "There was a meeting in the afternoon that lasted until eight o'clock, and I didn't have time."

"Let me cook a bowl of noodles for you." Wu Luming walked to the door of the refrigerator, poked his head to look at Wen Siyuan who was standing in front of the refrigerator, having fun with the air conditioner.

Seeing that Wen Siyuan was about to speak, he added again: "I happened to be cooking noodles tonight, and I left some vegetables and half a piece of ham."

Wen Siyuan tapped twice with his hand on the refrigerator door, and finally said: "Thank you."

In order to prevent the last kitchen accident from happening again, Wu Luming tactfully invited Wen Siyuan out of the kitchen before starting to wash the vegetables.

When he finished placing the ingredients and was finally cooking, he suddenly heard rustling sounds in the closed kitchen.

He looked around for the noise, and finally saw the instigator next to the trash can—a little cockroach flapping its wings.

City A is in the south, and it is near the sea and is humid. The probability of encountering cockroaches in the house is comparable to the probability of forgetting to bring an umbrella when going out.

So Wu Luming didn't blink his eyes when he saw it, and was looking around for tools to eliminate it.

Halfway through finding it, he suddenly paused, and his eyes fell back to the cockroach that was still squatting next to the trash can.

insect.

The word flashed through my mind.

There was a sound of boiling in the pot.

Wu Luming withdrew his gaze temporarily, took a bowl and took out the noodles, and when he looked at the cockroach again, he found that the bold cockroach slowly moved away from the safe haven next to the trash can, trying to escape from the kitchen area.

Wu Luming watched the cockroach slip into the living room, thinking, this is the most cooperative acting partner he has ever met.

He raised his face and walked towards the living room, and saw Wen Siyuan sitting at the dining table, already in pajamas, with a towel on his hair.

Drops of water kept falling from the hair to the shoulders of the pajamas, but Wen Siyuan didn't seem to have time to take care of them.

There is a laptop on the table in front of him, and his hands are flying over the keyboard at the moment.

Wu Luming put the noodles on the dining table and put them down, without interrupting Wen Siyuan's work, he stood quietly aside, looking for cockroaches along the way.

I looked around but couldn't find it. Finally, I checked and found a cockroach squatting next to the table leg.

This is Oscar's Little Golden Beetle, Wu Luming thought.

After about a minute or so, Wen Siyuan finally stopped what he was doing, only to belatedly realize that Wu Luming had brought his face out.

He closed the computer and got up, just as he opened the chair behind him to speak, when Wu Luming who was beside him suddenly jumped up and took a step back.

The two movements were not too dangerous in themselves, but because they appeared at the same time, Wu Luming's raised leg hooked on the stool that was being pulled out.

Then there was a loud "bang", and the person and the stool fell on their backs.

Wu Luming fell into a daze, and Wen Siyuan was obviously even more dazed.

Fortunately, Wen Siyuan reacted quickly, and hurriedly walked to Wu Luming and squatted down, reaching out to help him.

Wu Luming's eyes were staring with pain, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure running past quickly.

With the last will, he pointed to the acting partner who was fleeing at high speed, and said with a trembling voice: "Cockroach."

Wen Siyuan paused, looked in the direction he pointed, and saw an afterimage of a cockroach.

He quickly retracted his gaze, looked at Wu Luming whose whole face was almost wrinkled in pain from the fall, pondered for a moment, and asked earnestly, "So scared?"

Actually... I don't mean to be so afraid.

Wu Luming's face flushed red due to the pain, he let out a soft "hiss" as he was thinking about speaking, when Wen Siyuan's voice sounded first again: "Can you still wake up?"

The impact was indeed quite severe, and Wu Luming felt numbness and pain from his legs to his waist, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't get up.

However, before he could settle down and open his mouth, Wen Siyuan leaned over suddenly, wrapped his arms around his arms, trying to lift him up.

The man's body was full of the fragrance after bathing, and his hair was still wet with moisture.

A drop of water dripped from his hair and hit Wu Luming's neck and shoulders.

Wu Luming unconsciously breathed lightly.

Well, in fact, being so afraid... is not impossible.

The author has something to say:

Friends, let's update the time in the future to fight for six guarantees and nine hahahahaha, if there is no update at six o'clock in the future, and there is no leave request, then it should be updated at nine o'clock