College President's Dog Life

The party of Class [-] on New Year's Eve was very successful. Everyone was very happy whether it was food or the things distributed in the dormitory. After all, everyone likes to eat and take.

People in many classes rushed to play with each other. Many people liked the atmosphere of the second class. The monitor of the gardening class took a long camera to help people take pictures everywhere. Qin Tian and many people in the class also took a group photo.

The finale program of the party was said to be confidential, and Qin Tian himself didn't know it.

When the music of "Little Swan" sounded, two fat men in the class, a man and a woman, came out to lead the dance in tight dresses. Qingfeng and a group of girls followed behind in ballet costumes made of paper. He also stuffed an apple, took it out and gave it to the audience in the front row to take a bite in the middle of the jump. The whole dance was humorous, and the fat man's expression was coquettish and exaggerated.

The people in the class and the guests who came to the door almost couldn't hold back their breath after watching it. This "reverse show" was well received, and all the actors were willing to let go and lose face.

When returning to the dormitory in the evening, everyone arranged the roast chicken, opened the red wine, and placed other snacks on the long table made of two drawing boards. Everyone's glasses were filled with wine, but they waited and waited. I didn't wait until Wang Xiang came back.

"This guy." Jiang Xiaofeng called with his mobile phone. He just complained a few words, and then said "oh, oh".

"What's going on?" Pan Jian'an couldn't help but tore off a chicken wing and gnawed it in his hands, looking curiously at Jiang Xiaofeng who was smiling so wickedly.

"I said I don't need to wait for him, and I won't come back at night." Jiang Xiaofeng made a gesture of pushing his butt, which caused the others to burst into laughter.

"Yo Xi!" Several live treasures suddenly burst out with inspiration and collectively said this.

"Then let's start eating!" Qin Tian drained half a glass of red wine in his glass, and everyone saw that he was a good guy, he had a lot of courage.

The two roast chickens were shared and eaten by the people in the dormitory. Except for Qingfeng who rushed to tear a chicken leg and told Qin Tian that the boss had worked the hardest, they ate the rest. A large bottle of low-quality red wine was poured out except for the previous one. All of them were drunk by Qin Tian alone.

"Boss, why don't you just drink and not eat?" Qingfeng happily helped everyone peel oranges.

"Doesn't this make you eat more?" Qin Tian took the oranges he handed over.

Qingfeng rolls his eyes, he still takes care of others like this on New Year's Eve.

Wang Xiang didn't come back at night, Qin Tian sniffed Wang Xiang's unique smell on the pillow and was a little helpless, feeling a sense of loss and frustration that he had never felt before.

Qin Tian's mixed flavors hadn't been churning for a long time before he was pulled back by one foot of Lu Qingfeng. Today, when Qingfeng was sleeping at night, one foot rarely crossed the boundary. Qin Tian took back the feat of thinking about life, sighed and took advantage of In the dark, he got up and stuffed his feet back under the bed, but after a while, he kicked and exposed them again.

Qin Tian saw through the street lamp that this guy buried himself in the quilt to no avail, like a caterpillar.

Think about whether to go over and drag him back to the pillow, but feel bad, so I have to move down my own pillow as if resigned to fate, move down my quilt to cover his feet, and press a coat in the middle Connect the gaps, and then pull down his quilt a little so he won't be stuffy.

When he woke up in the morning, one foot was pressing against his sole, and Qin Tian raised his head to see Qingfeng smiling at him with his eyes open, and said "thank you" silently with his lips moving.

Qin Tian raised his head and looked at him like a pig's nose (put the nose upside down with a thumb to make a pig's nose shape), the two of them smiled, and pulled their feet back under the bed.

'It's going to be business as usual'!Qin Tian looked at the wall and ceiling and exhaled, got up and took a shower.

When he was about to go out, Qingfeng poked his head and waited for him by the bed frame, Qin Tian raised his eyebrows and made a 'what's the matter' expression.

"Spring rolls", Qingfeng rubbed his eyes with his hands and made a crying expression.

Qin Tian put his hand on his face and pinched his face and went out with a smile, sweeping away the decadence of last night.

There is only one day off for school on New Year's Day, which is pitifully less than the three-day legal holiday that the country has clearly defined in the future, but that was the case at that time.

The hygiene in the class has to arrange someone to clean it, and someone will check it tomorrow morning.

Wang Xiang didn't come back until noon, and Qin Tian had already brewed a cup of green tea for himself. He was enjoying the rare holiday. He also found out the drawing tools and was lying on the table slowly drawing patterns.

"Did you have a good time yesterday!" Jiang Xiaofeng asked with a smile, he was the only guy among these people who was not a virgin in high school.

"One night five times man, you really are a fierce girl!" Wang Xiang smiled so cheaply, he picked up the green tea on Qin Tian's table and drank it down, and then smashed it to express his satisfaction.

Qingfeng rummaged through the cabinet, took out his painting tools, took the model Qin Tian had made on the cellophane, and copied his phoenix pattern onto his 4-fold drawing paper.

After copying, Qingfeng took his own cup to drink water, looked at Qin Tiantian's empty cup and helped him store water: "Boss, what kind of tea is this, it's so fragrant!"

"Would you like to drink the bud jade tea from our hometown?" Qin Tian carefully painted the border with a thin outline and dipped it in ink.

"Can you?" Qingfeng nodded happily.

Qin Tian took out the tea tube from his cabinet, got up and poured out the tea in his cup, washed the cup and put the tea together again.

The hot water in the water dispenser was not enough to wash and make tea. Qin Tian poured half a cup of hot water into each of the two cups filled with tea, shook the cups, and then carefully poured out the water in the two cups.

"This...?" Qingfeng watched his movements curiously, and smelled the fragrance of tea leaves poured into the pool.

"You have to wash the tea. This is hand-stirred, and there will be sweat stains on someone's hands." Qin Tian explained, seeing that the water still wouldn't boil after a while, handed both cups to Qingfeng to let him wait for the water to boil.

Qingfeng took the cup, smelled the tea fragrance coming out of the cup, and felt that the smell made people feel good.

Qin Tian went back to continue painting.

Wang Xiang stood aside and watched the interaction between the two of them. Qin Tian hadn't paid much attention to him since he came back from the door. It's strange that Wang Xiang and Qin Tian couldn't feel it after knowing each other for so long.

He squatted down and looked at Qin Tian's non-stop line drawing pen: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Tian tried his best to maintain a normal look back at him, shaking the paintbrush in his hand, pointing at the thin line and said: "This can only be drawn well with meditation."

"Oh!" Wang Xiang didn't say anything, but felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, seeing Qingfeng who was storing water, he couldn't help but mutter, the tea in Qin Tian's cup was obviously still very strong, why did he change it?

Before going to bed at night, except for eating, Qin Tian and Qingfeng were both drawing pictures. The two had the same patterns, but they differentiated the coloring. Qingfeng chose festive warm tones, and Qin Tian chose cool tones, but the results were quite good.

Wang Xiang stared at Qin Tian from afternoon to dinner, and kept summing up what happened to Qin Tian in his heart.If it was A Lang and the others, he would definitely think that it was because he was jealous because of his sexual misconduct last night, but Qin Tian is no one, and in the end Wang Xiang presumptuously came to the conclusion that 'he has a cleanliness fetish'.

Before going to bed at night, Wang Xiang went back to 503 to wash himself clean, even changed his underwear to socks, and made a special report to Qin Tian before going to bed.

When the light-off broadcast sounded at ten o'clock, Wang Xiang answered a call from a big soybean girl on the bed. Wang Xiang had no patience to talk sweetly to her and just muttered: "I'm so tired, let's talk tomorrow!" and hung up the phone .

At this point, the difference between men and women is very clear. Women are often still indulging in the gentleness of last night, while men are often too tired to hum haha.

Of course, Qin Tian didn't seem to care about all this, at least he pretended to be so in the form of expression.

After turning off the headlights in the dormitory, he used a desk lamp to fill in the last bit of blank space on the lined phoenix pattern with paint.

"Qin Tian, ​​aren't you still sleeping? It's hurting your eyes!" Wang Xiang rarely learned how they called Qin Tian 'boss', he got up and lay down on the bed frame like a hanged ghost, looking at him and asking.

"I finished the painting at once today, so that I don't have time later." Qin Tian answered him perfectly.

"Oh!" Wang Xiang reached out and touched the back of Qin Tian's head affectionately. This was a gesture Qin Tian liked to do to him before. Qin Tian was still writing on the bottom like embroidery. Wang Xiang felt bored and his head was congested. Without interacting with myself, I had to turn around and go back to sleep.

After Qingfeng finished painting, he packed up his things and went to wash up.

Qin Tian, ​​on the other hand, insisted on using red paint to draw a stamp in seal script on the side of the pattern painting, and wrote the word "Nirvana" in the seal script stamp to replace the previous random drawing of four lines, writing college, class, name, etc. , The vulgar behavior of the student number.

After Qingfeng finished washing, he looked at the chapter on Qin Tian's painting: "This is really beautiful."

"Teach you?" Qin Tian pinched his smooth and tender face after washing, which felt really good.

Qingfeng puffed up his face as a counterattack, the boss always pinched his face, and he had no flesh on his face.

"This is too difficult, I can't learn it!" Qingfeng looked at the seal script and shook his head.

"Then what are you going to write on your own painting? I'll help you write!"

"Okay, I've made up my mind and I'll tell you." Qingfeng smiled and climbed onto the bed and started playing with his phone.

It was almost 11:30 after Qin Tian finished packing and washing, and everyone else in the dormitory was sound asleep.

Alang snored consistently loudly, and Wang Xiang might have been 'tired' last night, so it was rare for him to snore. The tones and frequencies of the two snores were different, one after another intertwined.

Qin Tian carefully climbed onto the bed, Qingfeng was about to put his phone back to charge, and when he saw him coming up in the dark, he helped him follow the escalator.

Qin Tian came up and sat down, and thanked him.

"What words do you write on the painting?" Qingfeng asked through the street lamp.

"Nirvana!" Qin Tian looked at his flickering eyes and returned.

Qingfeng praised: "Such a high level, I'll continue to think about it before deciding what to ask you to write!"