The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

After a half-night commotion, both Yao Erniu and Director Xing went back to their room to rest early, and told them not to play too late before leaving.

As soon as the two supervisors left, the hidden prehistoric powers of the remaining children were about to erupt. The microphone hadn't been passed by Tangning's hand for the whole night. Duan Changhan didn't even know where to find a few bottles of red wine. Said it was stolen from his father, quietly brought it, and let a group of people stare straight at them.

There was no goblet, so a group of people took plastic bowls and shared the drink.

After all, he is a child, and he can't hold too much alcohol. After drinking three bowls, Yao Bin was already unable to speak well. He hugged Yu Jia's thigh and sang wildly, but was kicked aside by the girls.

Wu Jing didn't usually drink much, he just took a sip from the edge of the bowl, then took it away with a bitter face, and handed it to Yan Xinguang, "Do you want to drink?"

Yan Xinguang took the bowl, Wu Jing's eyes widened, he thought he was going to be stuffy, and he clenched his fists, but he put the bowl aside and said, "I won't drink."

Wu Jing: "..." Well, if you don't want to drink, then don't take it all away.

Seeing that it was early in the morning, people couldn't bear it one after another, and went back to the room to rest.Wu Jing greeted them and went back to the room to take a shower first.

His room is in 307, sharing the same room as Yao Bin.

This is a standard room for two people. The interior is clean and tidy. The owner of the homestay has put on bed sheets and curtains with the characteristics of Wuning City early on, which looks very warm.

Living in the same room as Yao Bin, Wu Jing was more casual, took off all his clothes in the outside room, and went into the bathroom to take a shower naked.After eating Hesai all night and drinking a little wine, he was already feeling drowsy. Being drenched by the warm hot water, he felt much more comfortable.

After taking a shower, Yao Bin was already lying on one of the beds, sleeping like a dead pig.

Wu Jing frowned and said, "How much did you drink? The smell is so strong."

Hearing this, Yao Bin, who seemed to have fallen asleep, suddenly cheated, straightened up from the bed, glanced at Wu Jing who came out of the shower, then shook like a sieve, pointed at him and said, "You...you...you Put on your clothes, let me tell you, although you are my...my brother, but you are like this, with disheveled clothes..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell down drunk again.

Wu Jing rolled her eyes, gathered the bath towel up, and covered her fair and round shoulders, then walked over, opened the suitcase that was so blue and so blue, and was going to take out a pajamas to wear.

He rummaged through the suitcase for a while, but he didn't find what he wanted, so he simply spread the whole suitcase open.

There are not many clothes inside, except for two coats and trousers, there are two sets of soft blue pajamas, one light blue and one dark blue, all neatly folded.

Wu Jing thought for a while.

He didn't quite understand, Zhou Shuyun didn't buy him a non-bright color, and even if he tailored a dark red suit, he had to match it with light yellow cuffs. How could he pack such a box of lifeless clothes for him?

Well, it's not lifeless. Look carefully, these clothes are quite low-key and luxurious, but they are definitely not Zhou Shuyun's taste.

Could it be that she finally realized that she felt that he had grown up and that it was time for him to wear mature and stable styles?

Wu Jing muttered in doubt, while pulling out the light blue pajamas, he glanced at Yao Bin who was motionless, thought for a while, and went to the bathroom to change.

After changing into pajamas and coming out, Wu Jing's expression: Grandpa on the subway looks at his phone.jpg

If it wasn't already late at night, he really wanted to call his mother directly: My mother, I'm still your son, no, you even forgot what size your son is wearing? ?

He raised his arms, and the long cuffs covered his entire wrist in an instant, not to mention the pants. It was difficult for his feet to stick out from the trousers, and his waist was enlarged again.

Wu Jing's head was full of question marks, he was sleepy, and he couldn't even lift his eyelids. If he was normal, he would definitely lose his temper.

Wu Jing walked around in place for a long time, and finally sat on the edge of the bed angrily, tucked the hem of the pajamas into the trousers, rolled the sleeves and trouser legs a few times, fiddled with it for a while, and finished a set of low-key, luxurious and connotative clothes. He wore it as if he was going to plant rice seedlings.

Sitting depressed for a while, Yao Bin over there was already snoring slightly, it was already late at night.With an idea, Wu Jing jumped up from the bed and began to rummage through the suitcase.

The more he turned, the more wrong he felt.

Not to mention that another set of dark blue pajamas is obviously a size too big, and what is this book as thick as a brick? ? ?

Wu Jing picked up the book, his hands were almost broken due to the pressure, and when he opened it, there were densely packed small prints—it turned out to be a book in English? ?

He turned a few pages with staring eyes, and closed the book with a "bang" just before his eyes were blinded.

Yao Bin, who had a loud voice, sat up startled in his dying dream, propped himself up, and said in horror: "Fuck, what's wrong??"

Yao Bin rubbed his eyes and saw Wu Jing sitting on the edge of the bed in a very funny dress, holding a brick with a dignified face, he was almost out of his wits with fright: "It's too late, Lord Jing, you don't want to murder me while I'm sleeping Me? What are you holding in your hand?"

With a sullen face, Wu Jing shook her head and said, "It's nothing, you go to sleep, let me think about life alone."

Yao Bin was stunned for a long while, then said "oh", fell down again, and the room became silent.

It's not right, it's abnormal.

Someone must be messing with him.

Not to mention that Zhou Shuyun has not reached the age of dementia at all, it is absolutely impossible for two sets of clothes to be wrongly coded in succession, and most importantly, it is impossible for someone to stuff a book like this in Wu Jing's suitcase. ? ?Was this meant to mock him?

He looked at the suitcase itself carefully. That’s right, it’s a very special blue color. Can't go wrong.

The more Wu Jing thought about it, the more weird he felt, took out his phone and clicked on WeChat, but didn't know who to ask for a while.

Could it be, asked in the class, is it someone who took the things in his box?

Or just call Zhou Shuyun at this point and get scolded...

Anyway, all in all, this book is definitely not his, and someone may be looking for it in a hurry.

Yao Bin was sleeping soundly, his snoring tone was light and naughty, and Wu Jing felt sleepy after listening to it.

Just when he was thinking about it and was about to collapse, a message popped up on WeChat.

Yan Xinguang: Did you take the wrong suitcase?

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