Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

The new address given by Lao Yang seems to be quite close to Mingcheng, but it is a bit far from Xie Yao's house.

Just after riding a bicycle in the summer, Xie Yao was so hot that sweat wet the hair on his forehead, and even his clothes stuck to his back.

He hurried upstairs to wash his face, changed into dry clothes, and headed towards this address before he had time to rest.Lao Yang's phrase "Yan Zhou encountered something" echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help trying to figure out what it was.

Is it sick, or is it?

Xie Yao was very afraid that Yan Zhou would go into a fight, and then he would be sent to the police station because of his indiscriminate hands and feet. After all, Yan Zhou was eighteen years old.

If he really messed up, he might have to study the adult college entrance examination system.

You can't do anything to the man who is going to be admitted to P University in the future!My way home is in your hands!

Gu Jiayang: Is the squad leader home yet?Can it be black?It was too miserable to fall into a box with Zhao Jin just now, and I have no game experience.

Xie Yao replied briefly: He went out again.

Gu Jiayang: You are so busy, monitor.

Xie Yao directly pressed a voice message: I went to Yan Zhou's house.

Li Xue, Zhao Jin:? ? ? ? ?

What is this situation?

The three people with dull faces in front of the screen stopped their hands to post to the bar to clarify the scandal for Xie Yao, and a thought emerged in their hearts in unison:

It's possible that their squad leader is not really chasing Yan Zhou.

What if that is the case?The squad leader denied that he was chasing him out of superficial shyness. Didn't they just destroy the squad leader's great plan and future marriage?

Xie Yao was afraid that he would suffer from heat stroke on the way, so he took a taxi and went there.

The temperature outside was very high, and a layer of heat wave was transpiring. Even the asphalt road and traffic lights were a little blurred in the vision, and the leaves were curled up.

The car was parked in an old residential area called Laurel Garden. The word "Gui" in the middle was completely peeled off even the board and the paint. not come out.

There are not many people in the community, but it can be seen that most of them live in the elderly. Two old ladies wrapped themselves tightly in scarves and stood at the stairs talking, holding eggs in the basket.

A few old men sat in the shade of the trees, waving cattail fans and drinking chrysanthemum tea, playing chess leisurely, complaining loudly from time to time that the weather was too hot.

If he, Xie Yao, had run away from home, he would probably have chosen a community like this. It is close to the school and the location is good, and because it is old, the rent is definitely not expensive.

"Dong dong dong." Xie Yao knocked on the door.

He heard footsteps gradually approaching the door, and was about to straighten his face to the peephole, but found that the peephole was broken.

"Who?" It was Yan Zhou's voice.

"I'm Xie Yao. Lao Yang called me to come and see you. Are you sick?"

The sound insulation effect of the old-fashioned door is quite poor, and even the words spoken through the door can be heard clearly.

The person inside the door refused customers coldly, "I'm not sick, you can go back."

Xie Yao was most annoyed that strangers like Yan Zhou should not enter, and he seemed to be unfamiliar with him no matter what.

"Lao Yang said that I have something important to bring to you, so please open the door." Xie Yao persuaded in a nice voice.

He found that although Yan Zhou was indifferent, he didn't resist Lao Yang that much. He would occasionally raise his head to listen to a few words when Lao Yang talked to him, and he would not slam the door and leave like other teachers.

The insider obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally let Xie Yao in.

As soon as the door was opened, Xie Yao felt a gust of cool and refreshing air-conditioning wind.

The temperature of the air conditioner was turned on just right, not cold but a little bit cool, Xie Yao couldn't help but took a deep breath.

The house is a simple structure with one bedroom, one living room and one kitchen.

The curtains are half-opened, and the space in the house is divided into a light-dark boundary line by the afternoon sun. Dust flies in the half-bright light, and disappears into the shadows after crossing the boundary line.

Probably because of being at home, Yan Zhou didn't wear a hat, and his sharp facial features directly met Xie Yao's eyes, showing a sense of aggression and a handsome man with tension.

Maybe it was because his forehead and eyebrows were covered before, Xie Yao was not used to it at first glance.

Yan Zhou was wearing a simple white T-shirt and a pair of gray loose sweatpants. He was tall and leggy and leaned against the door with his arms folded. His eyes fell on Xie Yao's hand. There was only a bag of fruit.

"You really thought you were visiting a patient?"

Xie Yao smiled, and put the fruit on the table in the middle of the hall, "Old Yang's tone was very anxious, which made me think you were sick. But I think you are quite energetic now."

Yan Zhou pointed to the fruit, "Don't tell me, the important thing that Lao Yang asked you to bring is this bag of fruit?"

"Of course not." Xie Yao smiled ambiguously, "It's Lao Yang's sincere heart to care for students."

Yan Zhou: "..."

"But seeing that you still have the energy to hate me, you shouldn't be sick." Xie Yao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I was afraid that you wouldn't let me in, so I just said it casually."

Xie Yao found a chair and sat down not far from the air conditioner. His throat was so hot that he had just climbed up to the fifth floor.

Among other things, he always came all the way on a hot day, and had to use the air conditioner for a while before leaving.

He tugged at the neckline exaggeratedly, "Can you pour me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

Yan Zhou glanced at him, turned around and went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water, then handed it to him indifferently, "Hurry up and go back after drinking."

Xie Yao suddenly noticed a strong medicinal smell in the room, but it had been diluted a lot by the cold wind.He shrugged his nose, looked around, and found a bottle of safflower oil and a box of cotton swabs on the table.

"This safflower oil, are you going to fight?" Xie Yao asked keenly.

Yan Zhou didn't answer him, walked over to collect the safflower oil and cotton swabs, opened the drawer and threw them inside.

"Are you injured? Is it serious?" Xie Yao ignored this sentence, looked up and down Yan Zhou, "Have you gone to the hospital?"

Yan Zhou went to the door and opened it, raised his chin towards the outside, and chased people away, "I'm done drinking the water, do you want to go?"

"I haven't had time to ask who you are fighting with, you are going to drive me away..."

Yan Zhou was indifferent, and his attitude of chasing people was still tough.

Xie Yao had no choice but to spread his hands, drank most of the water in the glass, and then got up from the chair, "Okay, I'll go."

Just when Xie Yao was about to step out the door with one foot, he turned back suddenly, put one foot on the crack of the door, and clasped Yan Zhou's wrist.

"I regret it." Xie Yao grabbed Yan Zhou's wrist, "I think this door has gone out, so it's not easy to trick you into letting me in next time."

Yan Zhou was stunned for a moment, but didn't react, and let his wrist be covered with a layer of temperature.

Xie Yao looked directly into Yan Zhou's eyes, exerted a little force on his wrist, and said seriously, "Take off your shirt."

"I want to check for Lao Yang, I smell the medicine on your body."

After finishing speaking, he imitated Lao Yang's tone and said, "You boy is really worrying."