After the Xueba character was exposed

Jiang Zhao stood next to Jian Yao with downcast eyes, casually put one hand on the table, thought for a while and said, "Yes, fifty per night."

Jian Yao: "..."

Co-authoring meditation is thinking about how much money to charge.

"Anyway, if you're a classmate, talk about money and you'll be divided?" Jian Yao said.

Jiang Zhao agreed with "Yeah" and said, "Who was the one who charged my rent indiscriminately before? Jane..."

"Stop." Knowing what Jiang Zhao was going to say later, Jian Yao raised his hand as a pause gesture.

How long ago did this happen, and I still remember my revenge, right?

Jian Yao was a little speechless, but also wanted to laugh: "Didn't I confiscate it?"

Jiang Zhao didn't speak, and leaned against the table with his arms folded, just looking at Jian Yao.

Jian Yao instantly understood the look and attitude.

It means that the words are left here, and you can figure it out yourself.

Jian Yao doesn't have any hobbies in spending money, and he usually has a lot of living expenses accumulated from odds and ends, so the fifty is not a pain to him.

Besides, it's much better than living outside, and he can't live in a hotel until he's an adult, so he can only hang out in an Internet cafe for a night. Black Internet cafes are mostly students during the day, and it's a little better. At night, there are all kinds of people. He To really sleep there one night you have to turn into smoked meat the next day.

"Deal." Jian Yao raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers in front of Jiang Zhao, then raised his head towards the crib, "Help me hold the phone."

"..." Jiang Zhao suspects that this person is not a koala, but glue on his butt.

Jian Yao clicked on WeChat to transfer money to Jiang Zhao. Jiang Zhao went to the closet and searched for a long time, took a set of clothes, a towel and new underwear and threw them to Jian Yao's bedside, saying, "Go take a shower."

Jian Yao obediently went to take a bath, and rubbed his underwear by the way. There is no balcony in this house, only a clothes rail by the window. Jian Yao walked into the bedroom wiping his hair, and saw Jiang Zhao moving the things on the small bed one by one. In the corner, there is a familiar sheet on the big bed, which he left here before.

Jian Yao first went to dry his underwear, picked up the sheet on the bed and asked, "You haven't thrown it away yet? Then have you drunk the drink I gave you?"

Jiang Zhao said, "No, I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Oh." Jian Yao put the bed sheet back, sat on the bed and obediently watched Jiang Zhao move things, after watching for a while, he got up and went to the living room.

Colorful and slightly drunk, he was lying obediently in the refrigerator, Jian Yao picked out a can, drank it and walked back.

Then continue to sit obediently on the bed and watch Jiang Zhao busy.After a few sips of wine, Jian Yao's well-behaved posture completely disappeared. He raised his legs at some point, put his elbows on his knees, and watched a play with his face propped up.

In the middle of the play, it suddenly stopped, Jiang Zhao put back the stack of books in his hand, turned and left.

Unsatisfied, the uncle stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey, the move is not over yet."

Jiang Zhao squinted at Jian Yao, and said indifferently, "I don't sleep there."

After talking, I went to the closet to get a change of clothes and then went to the bathroom.

Jian Yao looked at the sundries piled up on the side of the small bed for a while, and then let out a "fuck".

It is said that drinking strengthens one's courage, and Jian Yao is a vivid example. Half a jar of wine will not cause you to get drunk, but it is enough for him to temporarily forget his so-called image.

So when Jiang Zhao also took a shower and entered the room, he saw a certain uncle lying carelessly, with his long legs bent, and the other leg raised higher than the sky, occupying half of his bed.

The uncle also saw the person coming in, turned his feet on his knees towards him twice, raised his lips and said triumphantly: "I don't sleep there either."

The alarm that called the soul kept ringing, Jian Yao covered his head under the pillow for four or five times but failed to touch the phone, and even had a nightmare because of the ringing, and finally woke up suddenly, raised his head and looked ahead, and then slowly woke up come over.

He looked at the mobile phone a few meters away from him, and rolled twice on the bed before getting up and walking over to turn it off.

The coldness of the concrete floor penetrates the floorboards, and faint sunlight squeezes in through the gaps in the curtains. The air conditioner was turned off at some point, but the windows were not opened, and there was still residual air in the room.

The time on the phone shows 06:30. In the past, Jian Yao would go back to sleep after turning off the alarm clock and wait until the alarm clock rings again at [-]:[-] before getting up, but today he is already awake.

The sundries on the small bed were still piled up, Jian Yao suddenly turned his head to look at the place where he just climbed down, and the memory of last night emerged in an instant.

It's fine for him to spend the night at other people's houses, and even occupy other people's beds.

Although it's okay for the two men to sleep together, and he sleeps peacefully at night, but he still has an indescribable embarrassment.

And Jiang Zhao is still gone.

Could it be that he has already gone to school, so relieved of him?

But there was really nothing to worry about, and he was still the landlord of the house.

Jian Yao randomly grabbed his hair twice, and folded the quilt first. Although Jiang Zhao's quilt was also folded, but its shape was a little shorter than that of a crumpled ball. Stacked again.

After folding, Jian Yao went to the window sill to collect the clothes he washed last night. It was dry after a night of drying. He took off the wrinkled clothes on his body, shook them twice, and folded them casually. He was holding his short sleeves Looking for the neckline, there was the screeching sound of the retractable door at the door.

Jian Yao heard the sound and looked over, the door was pushed open, and Jiang Zhao walked in.

Jiang Zhao was holding a shopping bag in his left hand and two grocery bags in his right. His skin was slightly flushed, his hair was sticking to his face, and his clothes were wet a lot, but his face remained unchanged.

He calmly swept over Jian Yao's exposed back, put the bag on the table, walked into the room to take the school uniform, and said "go to the kitchen to wash up" before turning around and entering the bathroom.

Jian Yao was stunned for two seconds, only to realize that he was being watched when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

He quickly changed his clothes and went to the living room to look through the bag, which contained toothbrushes and cups, and beef noodles and fried dough sticks on the other side.

Jian Yao stared at the food for a while, then turned to knock on Jiang Zhao's door: "Pass me the toothpaste towel."

The sound of water inside didn't stop, and after a while the door opened a crack, and Jiang Zhao brought out toothpaste and towels.

After the things were given to Jian Yao, Jiang Zhao didn't rush to close the door, but urged: "Hurry up and eat after washing."

Jian Yao was stunned, and asked uncertainly: "Is that for me? What about you?"

"I'm done eating." Jiang Zhao was silent for a moment, then continued, "It's for Jian Guangzhai."

Then slammed the door shut.

Jian Yao: "..."

This thread is over, isn't it?

Jiang Zhao came out of the bathroom at [-]:[-], it was still early for Jian Yao, but it was too late for Jiang Zhao.

He sat opposite Jian Yao and waited silently, but he put an invisible pressure on Jian Yao.

"...Let's go." Jian Yao carried his schoolbag on his back and held the unfinished noodles in his hand, "I'll eat on the way."

This point is not yet the time when students gather together to enter the school, there are not many people on the road, most of the students eat breakfast in various small shops, Jian Yao walks while eating, it is rare to see the school at this time period, it is inevitable to be a little touched.

"Usually I'm still lying on the bed at this point." Jian Yao said as he shook the soup powder in his hand, "I haven't eaten breakfast like this for a long time, at most I can go to the cafeteria to buy a couple of steamed buns during the break."

Jiang Zhao gave him a look, but said nothing.

Jian Yao is in a good mood now, and he doesn't care. He patted Jiang Zhao on the shoulder and said, "The hotel can also include breakfast. I will give you five stars for your service. I will come again next time."

"……do not."

There was resistance written on Jiang Zhao's face, as if he was in pain somewhere, but Jian Yao couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw it.

He was about to tease a few more words, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard a familiar female voice behind him: "Jian Yao!"

Jian Yao became honest almost instantly, and turned around to see Xu Qing chasing after him.

Xu Qing ran to Jian Yao's left, and greeted Jiang Zhao with a smile: "Jiang Zhao."

Jiang Zhao nodded in response: "Yes."

Xu Qing looked back at Jian Yao and asked, "Are you two together?"

"Ah." Jian Yao picked up the powder, his eyes fixed on the chopsticks, "I met you on the road."

His eyes were staring straight, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.

"It's the first time I've seen you come to school so early."

"Well, let's make up for homework."

"You didn't bring home your homework, did you? You didn't have a lot of it yesterday, so you made it up pretty quickly... Where did you go yesterday afternoon?"

"Grandma has something to do with her. I went to see her."

"What's the matter?"

"sick."

Jian Yao watched the powder the whole time, and picked them into his mouth one by one, his movements were slow and stiff.

He is quite popular with girls, but he doesn't have any experience in communicating with girls, and his mind turns blank after a few words, and he can't stand the serial bombing like Xu Qing.

Xu Qing misunderstood Jian Yao's attitude, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, because I'm the class monitor, and Teacher Zhao also asked me to find out about the situation, so I asked a bit too much. Grandma will definitely get better."

Jian Yao: "Well, thank you."

Xu Qing continued: "There is also yesterday's weekly test paper, you can do it and give yourself a score to see what you can't do."

Jian Yao bit the powder and nodded: "Okay."

"If you don't know, you can ask me." Xu Qing said with a smile, "I feel that my test paper this time is not bad."

Jian Yao had never felt that this road was so difficult to walk. He had eaten up all the noodles in the bowl, and he couldn't resist Xu Qing's enthusiasm, so he finally turned his head and glanced at her.

"Thanks, if not, I'll just ask my deskmate." After speaking, Jian Yao patted Jiang Zhao on the back twice, and walked towards the trash can on his own.

He deliberately picked a trash can farther away, and hesitated there for a long time, until he saw Xu Qing ran into Liu Jiayi at the school gate, and Liu Jiayi walked to the front before turning around and walking towards Jiang Zhao.

Jian Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What did Xu Qing tell you?"

"I didn't say anything," Jiang Zhao said.

"Fuck...then why did she grab me and talk?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at Jian Yao: "What are you afraid of?"

"I don't care." Jian Yao retorted unconvinced, looked at Xu Qing in front of him, and became awkward again, "I just don't know how to chat with girls, you are very popular, and no girls want to talk to you?"

Jiang Zhao: "No."

Jian Yao said in his heart that he couldn't. How could he be so handsome without a girl chasing him?

But after thinking about it, Jiang Zhao seemed to be quite alone for the past half month.

He had never seen Jiang Zhao's former classmates come to him, and the current classmates came to him only for questions.

Jiang Zhao was alone most of the time, and Jian Yao was his tablemate, so he didn't even know when he would eat.

Does Jiang Zhao have no friends?

Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao's side face, and wanted to say something, but someone in front of him took a step ahead of him.

Liu Jiayi turned his head not far away, and shouted towards Jiang Zhao: "Jiang Zhao, we are going to the library tomorrow, do you want to go together?"