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Shang Chu raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and fixedly looked at Bai Aize.

In the morning, when I saw Bai Aize being held against the wall by two hooligans for blackmail, I thought he was a soft bastard who could be rubbed and flattened by others, but I didn't expect that he would have a bit of a temper in the face of successive provocations.

But in the final analysis, he came in by air. There are about forty people in the youth training camp, none of whom have broken through all the way. In terms of ability and spirit, they are all top-notch. It is normal for Jiang Xuecheng and his group to be hostile to him.Although Shang Chu also despises him, it's not to the extent that he wants to stand against him, because he doesn't care.

He doesn't care whose quota this paratrooper will take away in the end, anyway, it won't be his—he Shangchu must and must be No.1.

Bai Aize also withdrew his hand, took out a tissue, and wiped every finger carefully and gracefully, as if he was not holding Shang Chu's hand just now, but something dirty.

Zhang Juexiao's complexion changed immediately, he cursed something, stepped forward unbearably, clenched his hands into fists.

"Hey," Shang Chu raised his hand to stop him, and said with a half-smile, "Students should be harmonious and friendly."

No.1 came out to suppress the scene, and the others naturally didn't say anything, just waiting to watch the show.

Yu Fanxin said that Shang Chu would definitely beat up the airborne fat man, at least to give him a little prestige, let him be clear about it, and take a good attitude, unexpectedly, Shang Chu looked at Bai Ai Ze with great interest , but turned to Jiang Xuecheng and said: "Student, put your feet away, it smells so bad."

Song Yao had already rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight, he was shocked when he heard this.

Jiang Xuecheng sullenly said, "You fucking..."

"Tsk," Shang Chu covered his nose, "You said you haven't washed your feet for a few days, even though it's winter, it's still necessary to take a bath every three to five days."

Jiang Xuecheng was at a loss for words, but Shang Chu's expression of being tainted by the stench was too realistic, he snorted coldly and then retracted his feet, he couldn't help but start to wonder whether his feet really smell?No, he only took a shower last week!

Shang Chu pinched his nose with one hand, and frowned, but Song Yao clearly saw the teasing hidden in his eyes, so he burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Apparently Bai Aize didn't expect Shang Chu to rescue him, so he tilted his head and glanced at Shang Chu lightly.

Shang Chu smiled foolishly at him, and said with his lips: "You're welcome."

With a blank expression on his face, Bai Aize threw the tissue into the trash can with his hands.

Shang Chu shrugged, turned around and asked Song Yao, "Hey, do you have alcohol with you?"

"No."

"What about the August [-]th disinfectant?" Shang Chu asked.

Song Yao was puzzled: "Why should I bring that thing?"

Shang Chu then asked, "Is there any hand sanitizer?"

Song Yao smiled: "No, what are you going to do!"

"No reason," Shang Chu glanced at the paper towel thrown into the trash can by Bai Aize, and deliberately turned up the volume, "I'm washing my hands!"

In front of the desk, Bai Aize's back froze while he was arranging his backpack, Shang Chu whistled, put his hands in his pockets, and went out to the toilet in a steady step.

"childish."

Bai Aize smiled lightly.

Outside the bedroom door, Qin Sinian stood anxiously, seeing Shang Chu open the door and coming out, he was startled, and jumped like a frightened rabbit.

"Go in," Shang Chu raised his chin, "there's no fight, it's safe inside."

Qin Sinian nodded apprehensively, muttered "That's good" in a low voice, and walked into the room with small steps.

Seeing his stupid appearance, Shang Chu almost didn't laugh out loud. With such a small body, small voice, and small courage, how did he step on the line and enter the youth training camp?

He shook his head, this Qin Sinian looked weak, and the pheromone smell on his body was quite strong, strangely pungent.

"Hey, hey," Song Yao ran out of the dormitory, hooked his shoulder with one hand, leaned over and asked, "Why did you help that Bai Aize just now?"

"Then why are you helping him?" Shang Chu asked back.

Song Yao touched the tip of his nose: "I will live together for three months in the future, am I afraid of embarrassment? What about you?"

"I?"

Shang Chu's forehead twitched, the feeling of being hit just now has not completely dissipated, and his fingertips are still numb when he thinks about it now.

If Bai Aize and Jiang Xuecheng really fought, he would definitely be driven crazy by Bai Aize's smell.

What's worse, Bai Aize happened to be assigned to the same dormitory with him, and the two shared bunk beds. His top priority now is to find a way to be immune to Bai Aize's pheromone as soon as possible.

"Why?" Song Yao asked persistently.

Shang Chu sighed, and said in a deep tone: "I want to help the weak."

"Really?" Song Yao didn't believe it, "So you have a sense of justice?"

Shang Chu said seriously: "Really, it is my duty to eradicate the strong and help the weak, and world peace is my wish."

Song Yao: "...You really look like Khrushchev when you talk shit."

Twenty minutes later, the building management went through the dormitories, returned their mobile phones, and gave each of them 15 minutes to report to their families that they were safe.

Qin Sinian held his mobile phone to the corner to make a call, nodded and said, "Well, everything is fine, don't worry..."

"Hey! Hey! Daddy!" Song Yao opened a WeChat video, holding up his mobile phone and yelling loudly, "Where is Khrushchev?! See you again!"

Shang Chu held the phone and didn't know who to call for a while.

He opened the call log and scanned it from top to bottom—Shang Chu has a habit of never saving contacts, no matter who is in his phone, it is a string of 11-digit numbers.

Several buddies in the school know that he has come to the youth training, and they have lost contact for a few months, so there is nothing to know at the moment.

He sat in the chair for a while, and the number starting with 158 popped into his mind.

He looked down at the scratched phone screen, sighed silently, and clicked on the transfer interface of the payment software.

Standing by the window, Bai Aize made a short phone call to his family. After hanging up, he turned around and found that he couldn't get in or out, and the road was blocked.

The dormitory was small, Shang Chu was sitting between the desk and the bed, and the wooden chairs filled the narrow aisle. The point is that No.1 didn’t even realize that he was standing beside him, typing on the phone keyboard seriously. Words, revealing a white and smooth nape of the neck under the collar.

Bai Aize's eyes were fixed, and only then did he discover that there was a tattoo on Shang Chu's left back shoulder. Under the cover of the loose sweater, he could only vaguely see a corner of it. It seemed to be some kind of animal's ear, showing a smooth arc.

Is it a bear?

Bai Aize suddenly remembered the puppet bear doll he picked up at the entrance of the public toilet. He frowned, and couldn't help but think of the empty bottle and needle...

But the smell on Shang Chu's body was very weak, and he couldn't smell anything at all. Bai Aize bowed slightly, wanting to get closer, to see if he could detect something with his sense of smell.

As soon as he bent down, the pheromone covered Shang Chu's head. Shang Chu was very sensitive to his smell. He suddenly froze and raised his head abruptly. The top of his head hit Bai Aize's chin accurately.

Both of them were taken aback, Shang Chu shook his hand and slid his thumb over the send button.

"What are you doing?" Shang Chu stood up vigilantly, frowning tightly.

Bai Aize straightened up as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "Excuse me."

Shang Chu raised his foot, kicked the wooden chair aside, raised his chin, and signaled Bai Aize to pass.

At this time, Bai Aize's cell phone suddenly made a "ding" sound, he clicked on it, and received a transfer message from a stranger.

Someone transferred 200 yuan to him, plus a concise message - "Three months of youth training, don't look for me."

Bai Aize: "..."

Shang Chu inadvertently glanced at his lit phone page, then raised the phone in disbelief, cursing "fuck" in his heart.

"158," he recited a series of numbers, staring at Bai Aize in surprise, "18991020, your phone number?"

"1021." Bai Aize said, "How do you know my number?"

"..." Shang Chu patted his forehead, "I just typed a wrong number and sent it to the wrong person."

The difference between the two numbers is the last digit. How could it be such a coincidence? !

What's more coincidental, why is this person Bai Aize? !

"Hey hey!" Suddenly, Changhong's roar came from the door. The building tube held a transparent plastic box, "I have closed the phone! It's all hung!"

Just as Bai Aize raised his foot, Shang Chu stretched out an arm to stop him: "Hey, pay me back the money."

"What are you doing!" The building manager saw them dawdling in the corner, pointed at them and said, "Hurry up and hand over your phone! I'll go to the camp opening meeting later!"

"Pay back the money!" Shang Chu whispered viciously, "The one who owes the money is my younger brother!"

"I agree." Bai Aize smiled.

"Not yet, right?" The building manager rushed up aggressively, grabbed Bai Aize's phone and threw it into a plastic box, and Shang Chu's phone vibrated—a money transfer message.

[15818991021 transfers 200.1 yuan to you]

Before he could speak, his mobile phone was confiscated by the building management.

"Hey......"

Just as Shang Chu wanted to chase after him, an arm suddenly stretched out in front of him, and Bai Aize raised his eyebrows: "When will you pay back the money, brother?"

"Cut," Shang Chu smiled, "childish."

The author has something to say: Brother Bai's phone number is purely fictitious, all players of Brother Bai should never call! ! !