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Wen Liang was frightened by his action and blinked his eyes a few times, but when he looked at Qiao Shuo, the light in his eyes suddenly seemed much brighter.

"Old Joe, do you think so?"

Qiao Shuo nodded vigorously: "Well, usually those things are very trivial, I don't know what to say, but it is very happy to be a roommate with you."

Wen Liang smiled embarrassedly, lowered her eyes and didn't reply for a long while.

"Don't you really like reading? I also admire you for being able to calm down and read so many books. I don't have that much patience." Qiao Shuo leaned on the back of the chair and casually raised his legs.

"I used to have a difficult time, and I got better after reading a book, but sometimes I felt that the things written in the book were not true." Wen Liang said frankly.

Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking about the difficult time mentioned in the warm words-could it be related to his depression?

If he remembered correctly, this was the first time Wen Liang mentioned this on his own initiative, still in such a vague way.

He remembered the "paroxetine hydrochloride tablets" pill box he picked up next to Wen Liang's bed last year, and Wen Liang looked at him as if he was wearing a shield, even with a little hostility.

At that time, he thought it was a medicine for stomach problems, but Wen Liang didn't deny it. After thinking about it, he realized that Wen Liang didn't want others to know about his depression.

Qiao Shuo knew that for Wen Liang, the topic of depression must be particularly sensitive, and he didn't know how to answer the question for a while.

Perhaps Wen Liang was aware of this unusual silence, he lowered his head and picked up the half-melted fried yogurt on the table with a spoon, and said with a smile, "I even forgot to eat it."

The topic ended here, Qiao Shuo was distracted, and subconsciously lowered his head to eat his box of fried yogurt.

The omelet rice was brought to the table, it was still steaming hot, Qiao Shuo's mind was instantly emptied when he smelled the aroma.

The soft and smooth quicksand egg is served with tomato sauce, and the fried rice underneath is eaten in one bite. The taste is simply too good, which is completely different from the lunch box at noon.

When Qiao Shuo buried his head in his meal, he looked up and saw the cold plate on the opposite side. The omelet rice on his plate looked very bland.

Even so, Wen Liang still looked delicious, especially his lips, which were a little oily, looked extra alluring when the light shone on them.

Qiao Shuo couldn't help thinking, would it really be delicious without meat?

"Brother Xiong, I want to taste your plate." Qiao Shuo said.

"Well, you can serve it." Wen Liang pushed his plate forward.

Qiao Shuo looked at his spoon: "My spoon has been stained with meat."

"It's okay, let's go." Wen Liang said that he didn't mind.

Qiao Shuo didn't believe it. Usually when Wen Liang went to the supermarket and passed the cooked food section, he wanted to block his nose.

"You come here." Qiao Shuo declined.

Wen Liang pursed her lips helplessly: "I've used the spoon, so don't hold it against me."

Wen Liang pushed her plate forward until it was close to Qiao Shuo's plate, and then turned the spoon to Qiao Shuo's rice.

There was some movement on the stairs, which sounded like footsteps going up the stairs. Qiao Shuo turned his head and met Jiang Chuan's eyes.

Without further ado, Jiang Chuan raised his hand as if holding a gun, and fired two "bang" and "bang" shots at Qiao Shuo and Wen Liang.

Qiao Shuo is also a playwright, leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest, pointing tremblingly at Jiang Chuan: "There are... there are traitors..."

Wen Liang was setting rice on Qiao Shuo's plate. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Qiao Shuo's move, but when he turned around and saw Jiang Chuan, he immediately understood.

Things like this happened every day in the dormitory, Wen Liang was not surprised, and said to Jiang Chuan with a smile: "Rebound."

The boys who followed Jiang Chuan upstairs for dinner couldn't help laughing either.

Jiang Chuan approached their table and saw Wen Liang setting aside rice for Qiao Shuo, and teased, "Do you two old men want a sweet meal?"

Wen Liang was a little embarrassed by this sentence, he pulled back his plate, and took a spoonful of rice to eat.

Qiao Shuo was inexplicably happy, but still pretended to be angry and said, "Hey, I'm not a giant baby."

Jiang Chuan gave a "tss" with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and went to sit at a table with his friends.

The apparently meager meals on Qiao Shuo's plate were quite a lot, and he sighed in his heart, brother Xiong is really honest, he didn't know if he would still be full after allocating so much rice.

He planned in his heart to go to the delicious fried food shop nearby to buy some chicken chops and bring them back to the dormitory, so that he could justify buying French fries for Wen Liang.

The May Day holiday passed quickly, and everyone resumed their usual busyness. Although there was no need to sign in for the evening self-study class, everyone still tried their best to participate.

Except for training, Qiao Shuo usually spends almost all of his time in the classroom or library.

One of the reasons he wanted to meet Wen Liang here was that the CET-[-] was approaching. He looked at his error rate when he did the real test, and he was not sure.

As for Wen Liang, it was even busier. The literature and art department he was in had unfinished old tasks and new ones.

His minister, Cheng Zixuan, has been busy with the orientation activities of the art troupe for the next semester and the large-scale programs of the drama club recently, and the dance program of the May [-]th Youth Festival was left to Wen Liang to follow up.

Wen Liang occasionally goes to the fifth floor of the library to do homework and review, but usually leaves in a hurry after staying for less than two hours.

As for the e-sports competition on May 5th, everyone had a tacit understanding of cooperation before, but now they don’t play together much under the pressure of burnout. Occasionally playing a game or two at night is also a way to take a break from a busy schedule to relax.

Qiao Shuo obviously felt that he would spend less time seeing Wen Liang, so he was especially sticky to Wen Liang when they were in class together.

When he was in class, he either put his legs next to Wen Liang's and touched them unconsciously, or he took advantage of Wen Liang's arm on the table to wrap his hands around Wen Liang's arms, Like two rings snapped together.

Wen Liang let him do these little tricks, he was used to it anyway.

Many students have worked hard because of the CET-[-] exam in June, so courses like modern history that have little to do with their majors are taken as self-study classes by many students, with homework from other subjects or CET-[-] The review materials below, hurry up and study hard.

This day, the modern history teacher played a war documentary to the students, and some students blatantly took out English questions to do it.

The modern history teacher walked down from the podium and turned down the corridor. The four people in the 320 dormitory came late that day and did not occupy the back seats, so they became the first to bear the brunt.

After Wen Liang checked the answers to the English questions, he just casually looked up and found that the modern history teacher had already walked to the front row.

He hastily touched Qiao Shuo's leg with his leg, but it was obviously too late to hide the English paper. As soon as Qiao Shuo looked up, he saw a domineering female teacher with short bangs and long hair standing beside his desk.

Qiao Shuo drooped his eyebrows, bit his lips and looked at her pitifully for a few seconds, then silently closed the English papers on the table and put them into his backpack.

The teacher scanned the row with warning eyes, and the roommates next to him were obviously frightened, and they all hid things in their bags in a panic like Qiao Shuo.

At the moment, this row of desktops is bare, not to mention textbooks, not even a single sheet of paper, how embarrassing it is.

Fortunately, this seemingly difficult teacher didn't make it difficult for them, and walked down the corridor with arms folded.

"Damn, I was scared to death." Qiao Shuo whispered with a grin, and patted his chest.

This row all looked back at the same time. The students behind were still preparing for the immersion English test CET-[-], and they didn't realize how close the danger was to them.

Sure enough, the teacher caught many more people, and under the teacher's cool eyes, they cleared the table in a panic.

Qiao Shuo looked up at the documentary, and it seemed that it would take a while to finish. If the teacher kept walking around the classroom, it would be hopeless to review English.

The desktop was empty, and his mind was also empty, a bit boring, and the classroom was stuffy. He thought that he had always wanted to buy a small fan before, but he didn't have time to shop around.

Wen Liang next to him glanced at Qiao Shuo who was looking down at his phone, and lamented in his heart that Old Qiao was so uneasy, sitting in the outermost seat was so bold.

Wen Liang silently turned her head to look for the teacher's seat in the classroom. The teacher walked around the classroom, went up to the podium to adjust the brightness of the player, and then walked down again.

This time, Wen Liang reminded Qiao Shuo in time that Qiao Shuo had already put his phone in his pocket before the teacher came over.

There was a sudden "Timi" sound from the back of the classroom. It must be that he wanted to play the game secretly but forgot to turn off the sound.

If it was normal, everyone might still laugh, but today, everyone looked up at the teacher walking back with a stern face, and they didn't dare to say anything.

The teacher stood by the row of desks and said something that no one heard, but then the student got up and walked to the front of the room, opened the roll sheet, picked up a pen and wrote something on it.

The students below started discussing quietly, probably the student's name was recorded.

Qiao Shuo stared blankly, put on a look of fear, and put his hand on Wen Liang's arm.

There was a performance on the May [-]th Youth Day, which was sponsored by the main campus, and the Art Department of the South Campus responded positively. They have been recruiting sponsors, selecting candidates, and rehearsing almost since the beginning of this semester.

Today, the hard work is finally coming to an end. The performance will be held in the afternoon, and the Department of Literature and Art will lead the dancers to the main campus.

As a minister, Cheng Zixuan had to attend an important meeting in the academy in the afternoon, and he couldn't get away with the time, so he handed over this task to Wen Liang and Ren Yue.

Wen Liang didn't take a nap in the afternoon, and waited early in front of the second teaching building. The performers arrived one after another to see that the time was almost up.

Wen Liang counted the number of people, and after counting several times, there was still a lack of people, and no one responded to the notification in the group.

He didn't intend to wait any longer. It would take time for so many people to take a taxi to the main campus, and it would also take time to settle in properly.

"Everyone be quiet." Wen Liang stood outside the crowd, with his index finger on the palm of the other hand, making a pause gesture.

The crowd quickly fell silent, and many pairs of eyes looked at Wen Liang.

For Wen Liang, being watched by many people is a difficult thing to deal with. He glanced across the crowd and tried not to meet anyone's gaze.

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The author has something to say:

Probably Old Qiao's answer made Wen Liang feel that he was needed to be trusted, so his eyes lit up instantly.Those things that happened to Brother Xiong will be written in the next few books. I think when he can untie those knots, he can truly be healed.Until now, he has been reluctant to mention his depression. Maybe the more he faces a bright and sunny person like Qiao Shuo, Brother Xiong feels more gloomy.The boys are so good at sand sculptures. Hahaha, when I met my roommates in a restaurant outside, I immediately started acting up.