Phoenix Man's Boss Road [Quick Travel]

In Yezhou, where the soul has been changed, silence is acquiescence, so he will not think about silent resistance, isn't this adding trouble to himself.

So he quickly got into bed.

"Ye Zhou, what are you doing? How can the bed be so narrow for two?" Jiang Han said impatiently, "Go back to your own bed."

"How can it be narrow? The width of 1.2 meters is enough. Let's stick to it." At this time, Ye Zhou was very thick-skinned, and he seemed to be unable to hear the implication.

Jiang Han was at a loss by his actions, flustered and looking forward to his heartbeat, so he could only remain motionless. The heat was transmitted from Ye Zhou's body to his body, turning into panic.

But Ye Zhou really just wanted to talk about life with him, and didn't expect to do anything else.

At this moment, the bedroom is quiet, and if any sound is heard in the silent night, it will be infinitely amplified, just like the sound in Yan Zhiqiang's earphones, if it leaks out, Ye Zhou will know that he is looking at something, of course it may be his earphones The reason for the poor quality, and what Ye Zhou guessed from his understanding of his nature, Yan Zhiqiang's dark skin, looks honest and simple, in fact, there are a lot of unspeakable things stored in his mobile phone and computer.

Ye Zhou was afraid of waking up the sleeping people in the dormitory, or startling the people who were immersed in the unspeakable movie, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to have a conversation through the mobile phone.

Click on WeChat and ask in a low voice: "Where is your mobile phone? Take it out, by the way, what is your WeChat ID?"

After Ye Zhou finished speaking, there was silence in the darkness. After a while, Jiang Han's voice sounded: "...You came just to add me on WeChat?"

"That's right, I don't even have your WeChat. Sending text messages is a waste of money." Ye Zhou said, his voice was very low, and in the quiet bedroom, he broke the silent night, so he pulled up the quilt and covered it. Two people, in the closed and narrow space, only the sound of two people's breathing is left in the world. The temperature seems to be rising between each breath. The temperature of the person and the heat from the breath heat up this small piece of air.

Seeing that Jiang Han Moji didn't take out his mobile phone, Ye Zhou had no choice but to do it himself, but Jiang Han was still speechless.

After a while of groping, I found my mobile phone next to my pillow. Where else can I put my mobile phone, either under my pillow or next to my pillow. Mobile phones are treasures these days. The owner of the mobile phone will not put it far away unless it is afraid of radiation. Or charging.

"I just remembered now. I don't have your phone number yet. We are still classmates and roommates. Let me use your mobile phone to call me." Ye Zhou's voice was very small and inaudible, but Jiang Han who was close But I could hear it clearly.

He noticed that Ye Zhou took out his phone, it was stuck on the unlocking interface, and he snatched the phone.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. Do you need such a big reaction?"

"You don't know how to unlock it?"

Ye Zhou didn't delve into his actions, and the two added WeChat and didn't talk anymore.

[Wow!You still use your own photo as your profile picture, too narcissistic (contemptuous expression)] Ye Zhou saw the profile picture of his new friend, edited the content and sent it out.

[Well, generally] Jiang Han returns.

[…] Ye Zhou suddenly felt that there was nothing to talk about, and the indescribable enthusiasm began to cool down in vain.

In the Mood for Love, young and hot-blooded, ready to move hormones, just a little noise, can be fermented, and after a little touch, it will soar rapidly and restlessly, rushing and turbulent in the body, the subconscious affects people's consciousness and actions, but it is always easy to be young Fickle, like the unpredictable weather.

As for Ye Zhou, who only has a memory of more than ten years, no matter whether he has changed his soul or not, he has no previous memory, but has inherited the memory of the original owner. With this vigorous young body, he is in the stage of exuberant hormone secretion. It is easy to be shaken by hormones, and then immersed in the good feeling produced by hormones, but the good feeling is like a dream, and it will be broken when you wake up.

Ye Zhou glanced at Jiang Han's phone screen, there were historical chat records on WeChat, and in the next second, there were more than ten unread messages marked in red with the note name, and the number of unread messages increased by one, and the note name was Feng Chengyu.

[What are you talking about? ]

There was a message displayed on Jiang Han's WeChat interface. He tilted the phone at an angle so that Ye Zhou could not see the content. He didn't click on Feng Chengyu's message, and long-pressed to delete it.

Then click on Yezhou's chat box, delete and type on the input interface: [What do you do in the library every day? ] Typed but didn’t send it out. The deletions and deletions were all about the library issue. In the end, he was very hostile to Ye Zhou when he said that he went to the library to chase after girls. In the end, he deleted all the typed messages. Yes, back to: [Nothing. ]

Seeing this news, Ye Zhou felt his indifference. He obviously typed for a long time just now, but only sent three words followed by a period. He must be chatting with someone else.

Talking to someone, obviously, thinking of his group member Feng Chengyu, Ye Zhou was not happy, the dream came out inexplicably, and the dream said that he was not born by his parents.

However, in that dream, it was like a real dream, separated from reality, and after waking up, I lost my feeling, I just sighed inexplicably, but today I remembered it again.

[Then I, go back to sleep. ] He feels that his burden of shaving his head is very hot. Jiang Han has never been salty to him, and most of them are made by himself. It is better to be very hot about the burden of shaving his head. At least he will be warm for a while, and knowledge will automatically drill into his mind live.

[Um? ]

"Are you going back?"

"Yeah." Ye Zhou snorted, pulled back the quilt and prepared to leave.

Jiang Han held him down in vain, and sneered in a low voice: "Whatever you want to do, you can get on my bed if you want, and you can get off if you want."

The tone made Ye Zhou feel evil, and he said it as if he regretted his failure to climb the bed, so high above, as if allowing him to go to bed, was like a great gift of charity.

"Hey, I came up just as I wanted to. If I think about it, I will definitely get off immediately." After Ye Zhou finished speaking, he ran back to his bed in a hurry. He was going to sleep, and he had to study hard tomorrow, and all Jiang Han, stand aside.

It may be that he remembered that dream without feelings again today, but the self in the dream is very different from the self in reality, with such doubts about wanting to know the truth, such fierce hatred, and facing the dark Mu Cangkou, his expression is so terrified , the bullet was shot between the eyebrows, and his eyes instantly burst out with a monstrous unwillingness.

"Brothers, after we get rid of this kid, Mr. Gu will give us the last 500 million." Those wide-eyed eyes turned towards the backs of several people walking away.

"Boss, I didn't expect this order to be as simple and so easy as the last one."

"Of course, that old couple is a retired teacher, but the son they taught is so naive, they really thought the car accident was an accident..."

It was him lying motionless on the ground, it was his body, and the resentment supported those eyes that could not be closed, but those eyes seemed to be staring straight at him, staring at him, the bystander in his dream, the resentment in the eyes was gather.

Resentment, the darkness that seemed to want to drag the world to destruction, but those eyes had to slowly lose their luster in the end.

"Revenge, revenge, revenge..."

"Kill them, kill them..."

Then, my own voice kept circulating in my head, three-dimensionally circulating in all directions, ghostly and eerie. Ye Zhou knew he was dreaming, like a ghost pressing a bed, but he couldn't wake up. There is a boulder that cannot move.

A picture flashed in front of his eyes, he went back to the day when he fell down the stairs, he saw himself running, he naturally entered his body, it felt like entering a container, a container that could fit into himself...

"Ye Zhou, Ye Zhou?" Someone called him from outside, it was Yan Zhiqiang's voice, the voice was strong and loud, "Get up quickly, if you don't get up, you will be late." Hearing this, Ye Zhou opened his eyes vigorously, one force, like a breakthrough What mechanism, he could control his body once he opened his eyes, but his whole body felt heavy. Thinking of going to class, he forced himself to get out of bed.

The teacher at the podium spoke in English and occasionally translated what he said.

This class is an English class. The students under the podium have various postures, some are playing with mobile phones, some are in a daze, and of course, most of them are listening carefully.

As for Ye Zhou, he was in the list of dazed fugues, and he stared ahead with his eyes glazed over.

"Look at you, what are you like? Don't relax after entering college. Knowledge is boundless. If you want to learn, you can't finish it." Iron does not make steel.

"Okay, I'm going to order someone to read the text now, cheer me up! It's only the first class now." In fact, it is to roll the roll.