My brother became a love brain

Seriously, Song Dongyang staring at me like this is quite scary, that is, I have a big heart, and if I were a timid one, I would have already quarreled with him.

"Hot." He gave me a reasonable answer.

"There is no air conditioner in the dormitory, and the electric fan on it is useless. Do you want to go downstairs and buy a small fan and put it on the bedside?" Not knowing how to navigate with a mobile phone, I struggled to sit up, "Forget it, let me take you for a walk."

I climbed down from the bed in twos and put on my slippers, but found Song Dongyang's expression was very strange.

He asked me: "You are so nice to everyone?"

I don't know how he learned the words of the classic Xiaoyan plot. After hesitating for a while, I said, "You are my roommate."

He straightened his lips and said, "I'll ask my friend to deliver it. It's too hot, so we don't want to go out."

"That friend from yesterday?" I subconsciously asked.

"No, it's other friends."

He said so, and it is inconvenient for me to continue asking, but I have already climbed off the bed, and I am a little lazy. I don’t want to climb up directly, so I just pulled the seat, sat down, and chatted with him. After all, I Very curious about his life abroad.

But our conversation was not smooth. Many of Song Dongyang’s answers were ambiguous and even illogical. He feels sad.

Song Dongyang's friend was very fast, and he arrived downstairs in the dormitory less than half an hour after he lowered his hair to send the news.

The management of our dormitory is relatively strict, and Song Dongyang and I had to go downstairs to pick up his friend, and handle the registration of foreign visitors by the way.

I went out of the dormitory, only to find that Song Dongyang's friend had brought a group of people over, each of them holding a big box in their hands, it was like a move-in scene.

I had to remind him: "Our dormitory has a power limit of [-] kilowatt, and if it exceeds, the power will be cut off."

Song Dongyang didn't speak, but his friend smiled and said: "I have discussed with the school, this afternoon I will arrange for someone to modify the circuit, first pull a line to your dormitory, and then slowly modify the entire circuit of the dormitory building. "

When I heard this, my first reaction was that this person was talking big. The students in our school are not without rich family background. In the last class, there was a child of a coal boss. The coal boss drove a luxury car to send his children to school. Seeing the conditions of the dormitory, I almost cried, and immediately said that I would install air conditioners for the entire building for free.

But the school leaders at that time were very indifferent, bluntly saying that construction approval required many procedures, and the coal boss had no choice but to buy a suite for the children near the school, giving up "benefiting the public".

I muttered in my heart, but Song Dongyang's friend is obviously a vigorous temperament, a group of people went to the dormitory manager, and there were very neat documents in their hands, and the boys' dormitory was not as particular as the girls' dormitory. Already moved things upstairs.

Although I didn't put much money in the dormitory, it's impossible for me to be big enough to wait downstairs and let them torment me.

I followed the elevator and stood outside the dormitory door. I found that Song Dongyang’s friends brought professionals. They wore white gloves and handled things with care. The cups on my desk were all emptied. Water, stuffed with a sponge, properly wrapped in several layers of foam paper, and placed in a box.

His friends don't talk very much, I chatted with him a few words, only know that his surname is Li, other information is not clear.

Song Dongyang looked extraordinarily indifferent when his friends appeared. He put on his bluetooth headset, leaned against the wall next to the dormitory, and played with his mobile phone. This scene is indeed so beautiful that it can be used as a long-term wallpaper.

Fortunately, it was a holiday now, and there was no one in the dormitory building, otherwise there would definitely be students secretly taking pictures of him—boys also know how to take pictures of handsome guys.

The staff was cleaning up our dormitory. Less than half an hour later, the electrician also came up, saying that he would pull a wire for us first, and even brought a charging card for our dormitory, which rushed our dormitory to 5000 degrees. electricity.

Just when I suspected that it might be an illegal operation, a message from the campus management office was pushed to my mobile phone. The title was very shocking-our dormitory will collectively renovate the circuit and install air conditioners! ! !

My gaze moved from the phone screen to Song Dongyang's face, and I couldn't help but ask him: "Are you the legendary boss?"

He looked at me coldly with his blue eyes, and I suddenly realized that he was still wearing a Bluetooth headset, so theoretically he couldn't hear anything.

Just when I chose to give up, he asked, "What is a boss?"

"Aren't you listening to music?" I asked subconsciously.

"Noisy, shut down for a while."

He acted like a domineering and cold school girl in an ancient romantic drama, but after I saw his stupid and cute side, I really wanted to laugh when I saw him like this.

"Big brother refers to a very powerful person." I tried to explain the word in as simple a language as possible.

"Oh, then I'm the boss."

He expressed his conclusion without humility, I couldn't help it, I stretched out my hand and pinched his face, and when I really pinched it, I was in a daze for a moment - how could it be so smooth, we obviously didn't know that well.

Song Dongyang acted very calmly, he didn't seem to care that I pinched his face at all, after I let go of my fingers, he turned his head, and his warm breath sprinkled on my palm along with his words: " Want me?"! ! !

We are outside the dormitory, and there are so many staff members in the dormitory, why is Song Dongyang crazy? !

"Just kidding." Song Dongyang said casually, the hair on his forehead covered one of his eyes, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

I couldn't restrain myself, I stretched out my hand to brush his hair aside, and said, "Are you suffering from the second stroke?"

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