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When Jiang Pan was in his first year of high school, his family asked him if he wanted to live on campus or go to school.

Jiang Bin, who had always wanted to live on campus, was very unhappy, and watched Jiang Bin choose a dormitory with gritted teeth.

Jiang Pan didn't want to live on campus, and had no choice.

"Live on campus." After thinking for a while, he made another request, "I want to live alone."

Jiang Pan's personality is withdrawn and irritable. Living in multiple bedrooms is prone to accidents, and it's okay to be excluded. If he fights every day like Jiang Bin at home, it will be completely opposite to the original intention of sending him out to calm things down.

So Jiangpan has been living alone for two years.

On the first weekend of the first year of high school, Jiang Pan went back to take a lunch break. He frowned as soon as he opened the dormitory door, staring at the black suitcase next to the bed opposite.

Xing Zhuo came to the new school alone with his luggage.He was lying on the balcony smoking a cigarette, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he threw the cigarette butt that he hadn't found in the ashtray into the toilet, and walked out with his hands in his pockets.

Seeing a new roommate, he raised the corner of his lips and almost whistled.

Xing Zhuo was annoyed at first by being brought back by his mother, but it turned out that his beautiful new roommate was even more annoying than him.

Jiang Pan saw a person loitering out of the bathroom, standing lazily in the backlight, and asked whether to smile or not, "Hello."

Jiang Pan nodded stiffly, walked in with the book in his arms, "Do you want to live here?"

"Yeah." He bowed his head and walked in, "Are there any rules?"

He is taller than Jiang Bin, has a strong physique, and smells of cigarettes on his body, which everyone in Jiang Bin hates.

Jiang Pan said: "Smoking is not allowed here, do your own hygiene."

"Well, Xing Zhuo."

Jiang Pan's expression softened, and he replied, "Jiang Pan."

Before Jiang Pan came back, Xing Zhuo saw the name tag on his bed.I also know that he is an art student. There are a lot of his painting utensils in the dormitory, but they are not messy, and there is a faint fragrance in the room.

And Jiang Pan's first glance also has a bit of an artist's temperament. His half-length hair seems to have been specially permed, and the jet-black hair swirls around his cheeks.He doesn't seem to have undergone the transformation of puberty, and his body still has soft lines, like the candyboy in school, but his face is cold, standing by his bed, as if he has entered a hunting state in a corner, and he can see Anger grid above the head.

If Xing Zhuo accosted him again, he might pounce on him and give him a paw.

Xing Zhuo went to put down his suitcase, took out some clothes inside, and took off his shirt.

After Jiang Pan packed up the things in the public area outside, he saw Xing Zhuo making the bed naked.

The undressed upper body is particularly toned, and the back muscles have a well-defined depression at the spine, which is the same as the mannequin reference object during practice.

At this time, the people on the bank of the river had little social experience, and thought that all high school boys were like this. They hadn't discovered that Xing Zhuo's peacock personality just didn't like to wear shirts during the first meeting.He shifted his gaze to the back of Xing Zhuo's head, and said, "The half that is vacant outside is yours."

"Yeah." Except for a few clothes, Xing Zhuo didn't bring anything with him, so he couldn't go outside for the time being. Xing Zhuo called out, "Wait, Jiangpan, where can I recharge the card? I'll go with you."

Jiang Pan left the dormitory because of him. Hearing what he said, there was no special emotion on his face, and he nodded stiffly.

In the logistics office, Jiang Pan saw Xing Zhuo's brand new student card, class two and four, Xing Zhuo Joshua.

The logistics teacher looked at the photo on the student card, then at Xing Zhuo.

Xing Zhuo took out a card from his wallet and drew [-] in it.

The teacher said, "Make sure."

Xing Zhuo changed the exchange rate in his heart, which was not worth his living expenses in the United States for a week, and he transferred another [-] yuan extravagantly.

Jiang Pan looked at this fool.

Putting away the card, Xing Zhuo said, "Please eat."

Jiang Pan kept his eyes closed and said, "No need."

In the evening, Jiang Pan returned to the dormitory with a portfolio on his back, and saw that the newly added things in the room were still in place, and there were even a few more things than when he left, so he could only accept the reality of sharing a room with someone , hands-on hygiene today.

When Xing Zhuo wiped his hair and sent it out, Jiang Pan was squatting on the ground to replace the trash can with a new bag.

Xing Zhuo looked behind for a while, until Jiang Pan stood up, turned his head and met Xing Zhuo's eyes for a second.

Xing Zhuo's eyes fell from his face, and he staggered to let him pass.

Jiang Pan took his pajamas and locked the bathroom behind him. After a while, water mist rose from the glass door.

Xing Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed and smiled outrageously.

Today, people from this school said that Jiang Pan's reputation was ruined in his first year of high school, and Xing Zhuo did not participate in those topics.Hearing that Ren Jiangpan made it very cool, he also laughed.

Jiang Pan was not his type, but that ass just now was in good shape.What's more, because of returning to China, Xing Zhuo and her boyfriend separated for several weeks.Seeing the good-looking man, the healthy Xiao Xing still stiffened slightly to show politeness.

Half an hour later, Jiang Pan came out of the room, his skin, which looked like thin white porcelain, had steamed into pink, and even his eyes were flushed.

Xing Zhuo was standing on the living balcony smoking a cigarette. He looked at the riverside and pressed the cigarette butt into the pool without explaining.

There were only three things, and the anger bar on Jiang Pan's head moved forward by one notch.

"En." Xing Zhuo suddenly said.Jiang Pan's eyes moved slightly to look at his mobile phone on the railing. The note on the call was "Mom". No matter what was said there, Xing Zhuo replied with "um".

Just before hanging up the phone, Xing Zhuo said "no".

Then Xing Zhuo left the dormitory and didn't come back all night.

Jiang Pan thought that the dormitory was his again. When Jiang Pan came back from class on Monday, the dormitory had changed a lot. Everything had changed in Xing Zhuo’s shabby side. What Jiang Pan could see was that the shoe cabinet was full of I bought new shoes, installed the computer, and a brand new gaming chair, and put a photo album on the table.

In the evening, Xing Zhuo came back with a shoulder bag and used his new computer to video chat with his friends in the United States.

Playing around, it's different from last night.

Jiang Pan tied a knot on the garbage, wondering if his mother would call again.

It's a pity that there was no more phone call that made the young master angry.

Xing Zhuo lived in 315 completely, and Xing Zhuo was very popular in their grade. Within a week of transferring, there were already many people around him. Sometimes Jiang Pan came back late, and there were other people in the dormitory.

Xing Zhuo didn't even leave on weekends when everyone went home.

Jiang Pan was eating takeaway and enjoying a quiet weekend when the bedroom door suddenly opened and Xing Zhuo came in from outside.

Xing Zhuo looked at the riverside who was chewing with his mouth closed, took off his alcohol-smelling clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Soon, I was lying on the bed in a pair of shorts, my abs rising and falling as I breathed.

Jiang Pan took the opportunity to observe the dynamic shape of the muscles for a while.

Xing Zhuo asked: "Just eat this?"

Jiang Pan looked at him incomprehensibly, with a kind of natural and deliberate vigilance in his eyes.Then he continued to eat the oily boiled pork slices, his mouth was so hot that it turned red.

Xing Zhuo suddenly smiled.

Although everyone lived in peace this week, it was difficult for Jiang Pan to move.But if it wasn't for Jiang Pan's frequent peeps at him, Xing Zhuo really thought that Jiang Pan looked so cold.