52 Hz: see whales in the ocean

As soon as Qiao Shuo went upstairs, he saw Wen Liang sitting there looking up to the sky and sighing. He wanted to laugh but felt a little annoyed at the same time—Han Xiong didn't reply when he woke up!

"Brother Xiong!" Qiao Shuo walked eagerly, only to find a person who was still studying at the corner of the empty library looking up at him.

Qiao Shuo realized that he was disturbing the people, quickly waved his hands at that person, made a gesture of clasping his fists, and then quietly walked towards the dejected Wen Liang.

"Did you just wake up? Are you full of sleep?" Qiao Shuo sat next to Wen Liang, teasing him with folded arms.

This joke didn't make Wen Liang smile at all, on the contrary he looked more guilty. He avoided Qiao Shuo's eyes, pursed his lips and nodded.

Qiao Shuo chuckled: "What's the expression? Really, are you angry to wake up?"

"I'm sorry, Old Qiao, I agreed to review with you, but I actually slept on the table for so long." Wen Liang lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Qiao Shuo didn't understand Wen Liang's logic, so he raised his eyebrows: "What are you saying, I'm sorry, and I don't blame you. If you are tired, you can rest in the dormitory for a while, how inefficient your study is. "

Qiao Shuo has seen his dark circles recently, and he can tell that he is not in good condition. I really don't understand why Wen Liang has to be so brave.

"Old Qiao, I'm still tired even though I haven't done anything." Wen Liang shook his head, "I'm about to pass CET-[-] in English."

Qiao Shuo didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, he knew that Wen Liang's state might be related to depression, but he didn't dare to mention it to Wen Liang rashly.

Seeing Wen Liang worried about the exam, Qiao Shuo remembered that when the end of the semester was approaching last year, Wen Liang was also like this, and said that he was about to fail his high school exam.

However, if even Wen Liang failed the exam, it would be too unreasonable, Qiao Shuo thought, Wen Liang's college entrance examination results were good, and he worked so hard on the review, how could he scare himself?

"Don't be so anxious, there is still a month to go," Qiao Shuo approached, put his arm on Wen Liang's shoulder and patted it, "Or else, go eat first, take a shower as soon as possible, and finish the uniform at night Let's stay in the classroom and have a good self-study class."

Wen Liang almost forgot that there was a self-study class in the evening, he nodded to Qiao Shuo, and the two of them packed the books on the table into their backpacks together.

The time for the two of them to eat was a little later than normal, so there were not too many people in the cafeteria, and there was almost no need to line up.

Qiao Shuo went to buy duck blood vermicelli soup, while Wen Liang walked around the cafeteria and didn't know what to eat.

The food in the school cafeteria is very good. There are all kinds of spicy cabbage fried rice, pancakes, fried skewers, and spicy hot pot.

But Wen Liang was obviously very hungry, and seeing those foods, he didn't even have any appetite, not even the rice noodles on the second floor that he usually likes.

He walked behind Qiao Shuo in a daze. The duck blood vermicelli soup was cooked by the aunt in the cafeteria in a small pot, so he had to wait there for a while.

"Student, would you like a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup?" The aunt in the cafeteria smiled warmly while putting lettuce into the small pot.

Wen Liang lost his appetite when he thought of duck blood. He smiled embarrassedly and waved to the aunt in the cafeteria.

Qiao Shuo turned his head to see Wen Liang, raised his eyebrows mischievously, and then looked down at the big table in the booth. The ingredients for duck blood vermicelli soup were all opened separately.

"Auntie, can we not release duck blood? He doesn't eat duck blood." Qiao Shuo asked.

"It's ok, last time a classmate said he didn't want duck blood and vermicelli!" The cafeteria aunt laughed, "Student, would you like a bowl?"

Qiao Shuo turned his head and looked at Wen Liang, and then said to the aunt in the cafeteria, "Auntie, why don't you put duck blood in the bowl, put more lettuce and shredded bamboo shoots, make it slightly spicy."

"Okay." The aunt in the cafeteria filled another small pot with water.

Wen Liang stood obliquely behind Qiao Shuo, his eyes quietly traced the outline of Qiao Shuo's back, and suddenly felt very at ease.

The soup in the small pot gradually boiled, steaming from the top, Wen Liang looked at it absent-mindedly, and asked in his heart: How could someone know me so well.

"2018.5.7. Monday. Sunny. Lao Qiao introduced me to a new way of eating duck blood vermicelli soup. It can be just vermicelli soup, without duck blood, it is still vermicelli soup."

I want to take a bath after eating, and time is a bit tight.

Qiao Shuo was still wearing his training clothes. The training was so hot that he didn't feel comfortable if he didn't take a shower. He always felt that his new clothes would be dirty too.

Many students are now preparing to go to evening classes. Even if there is no evening class, there will be very few people in the bathhouse at this time of day. It's just that good boy Wen Liang...

"Brother Xiong, I'm going to take a shower, why don't you go to self-study first?" Qiao Shuo asked, "You might be late after taking a shower."

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment. In fact, if he was late with Qiao Shuo, he would not be afraid of anything, but he was embarrassed to think about what happened in the bathhouse last time.

But now that time is so tight, do you still have time to be embarrassed? When you are studying at the right time in the evening, you still have to think about the closing time of the bathroom, so why not go now.

"Then I'll go with you." Wen Liang said.

Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, then smiled and waved: "Let's go."

The two put their schoolbags at the dormitory auntie's, then went back to the dormitory to pack up their bathing things, then hurried downstairs to the bathroom.

"Damn it! I forgot to change my shoes!"

Qiao Shuo stopped suddenly and looked at the slippers on her feet, no wonder she felt that she couldn't walk fast.

"Brother Xiong, go first!" He turned around and was about to run to the dormitory, but Wen Liang stopped him.

"Old Joe, give me the bath stuff and help you take it over."

Qiao Shuo threw the things to Wen Liang, and hurried to the dormitory wearing slippers.

Wen Liang walked quickly carrying their belongings, beating a small drum in her heart - that's good, the time is staggered to avoid embarrassment.

After Wen Liang arrived at the bathhouse, she put Qiao Shuo's bathing things in the most conspicuous place, then went into the bathing area by herself, and picked a remote corner to wash.

When he quickly came out of the shower, Old Joe's things had already been taken away. In front of the same row of cabinets, he also saw Old Joe's familiar pair of shoes.

Wen Liang hurried to her closet to take out her clothes, thinking in her heart, put them on quickly and wait for Old Qiao, otherwise it will be time.

The sound of footsteps came from the aisle, Wen Liang pulled up his pants in a panic, and then put on a T-shirt regardless of what happened.

Seeing someone from the corner of the eye, Wen Liang raised his head subconsciously and saw Qiao Shuo standing in front of the bench, wiping his hair casually with a towel.

Qiao Shuo's wet skin revealed a beautiful luster. He has a slender figure, his arms can clearly see the contours of his muscles, and the ratio of his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles is excellent.

Going down...Wen Liang didn't dare to look, he turned his head to the wall in an extremely exaggerated way, covered his face with one hand, he was so embarrassed, he really wanted to drill a hole in the wall and get out.

"Oh, brother Xiong is so fast." Qiao Shuo sighed casually.

"It's okay." Wen Liang tilted his head slightly and replied vaguely.

But he was clearly muttering in his heart: I'm so fast, I haven't been able to get out before you finish washing, why is it so fast...

Qiao Shuo's malicious laughter came from behind him: "Brother Xiong, why are you so shy? Aren't we roommates who are honest with each other?"

Qiao Shuo's tone made Wen Liang feel uncomfortable. He turned his head pretending to be calm, as if to prove himself, but his eyes drifted away quickly after meeting Qiao Shuo.

"Hurry up, old Qiao, you're going to be late." Wen Liang sullenly found a suitable excuse to change the subject.

"Hey, little bear, we are grasshoppers on the same rope." Qiao Shuo smiled mischievously, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Only then did Wen Liang realize that he was still wearing slippers, and while he was in a hurry, he sighed: How stupid!

After the two came out of the bathhouse, they ran back to the dormitory, put the bathing things in the corridor on the first floor, and took their backpacks with the dormitory auntie.

It was already dark, and the two of them ran across the cafeteria road. Qiao Shuo was indeed a track and field practitioner, and Wen Liang couldn't catch up with him at all.

Qiao Shuo stopped in front and waited. Wen Liang ran up to Qiao Shuo, and Qiao Shuo grabbed his arm. Before he could be surprised, Qiao Shuo had already dragged him to run.

Qiao Shuo's fingers firmly gripped his arm, as if a source of energy was continuously imparting power to him, Wen Liang quickened his pace unconsciously.

The evening wind in early summer sang poems through the lush green leaves, and the young figures crossed the dimly lit cafeteria road, and their hearts beat at the same frequency at this moment.

Qiao Shuo and Wen Liang rushed to the classroom in a hurry, and almost bumped into the old man Yan who was coming out of the back door of the classroom. The expressions of the three changed drastically in an instant.

The first is warm and cool, like a child who has done something wrong, bowing his head and hands behind his back, waiting for criticism with an anxious expression.

Qiao Shuo tugged at the backpack strap with both hands, blinked and smiled innocently at Old Man Yan.

Old man Yan stared at them, looked back and forth between their faces, pointed a few times with a finger, and spoke for a long time.

"It was Qiao Shuo last time, and you are added this time. Why can't you two have some positive influence and have to learn this bad habit?"

Wen Liang raised his eyes and took a sneak peek at Old Man Yan. He remembered that Old Qiao was also caught by Old Man Yan not long ago when he was late for taking a shower.

"Oh, teacher, we are very positive. We studied in the library all afternoon. We were so forgetful that we didn't check the time, which made the time tight."

Qiao Shuo drooped his eyebrows and looked at old man Yan innocently, but secretly touched Wen Liang with his arm, and Wen Liang instantly understood what he meant.

"It's...it's like this, teacher," Wen Liang's language function was fighting in his head, and he said as if he was reciting a self-criticism dryly, "We know we made a mistake, and we won't make it again next time."

Old man Yan frowned, looked at the two of them with disgust, then waved his hand to signal them to enter the classroom, and walked around to the next class by himself.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at each other, and then quietly entered the classroom and sat in their old seats in the last row.

The usual evening class consists of two consecutive 10-5-minute classes, with a [-]-minute break in between, but the old man Yan actually only arranged an evening self-study for everyone, and more of it depends on self-consciousness.

After the get out of class bell was rang for the first time, the evening self-study was considered to be over. Many students had their own affairs to be busy and left the classroom.

Qiao Shuoan quietly reviewed English throughout the class, but he didn't feel any obvious improvement in his review during this time.

Wen Liang next to him was not disturbed by the bell for the end of get out of class at all, and was still studying seriously with a slight frown.

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The author has something to say:

Uh, Wen Liang always says sorry, always blames himself, and hopes that he can treat himself better and learn to let himself go and tolerate himself.I hope that people with depression will love themselves well and take care of their feelings. You are worth it~ Duck blood vermicelli soup can be just vermicelli soup, without duck blood it is still vermicelli soup. In fact, what this sentence wants to express is—you You can be different, you don’t need to put any labels on yourself, it’s best to live freely and freely.I really miss my college life. I really want to wake up and find myself taking a nap in the dormitory. In the afternoon when there is no class, I will carry a bath basket and wear slippers to the bathroom. No one will criticize your clothes. It’s that kind of life, and then I go to work There is no such freedom.The humble beating worker is crying loudly. I have been too busy and tired at work recently, so there are few updates. I am not sure how many chapters will be updated next week. I have to work six days in a row.Can you imagine that I fell asleep on the bed after get off work and fell asleep, and my insomnia was cured... This book will be finished soon, I plan to finish it in early May~