As the class monitor, after I helped Mei Can's roommate

There is something wrong with him.

Fu Guyuan found out about this after spending less than 10 minutes with Chi Yu.

In May, the beginning of summer, the bucket points to the southeast, and everything grows.

After school on Friday afternoon, my classmates asked Fu Guyuan to go to the playground to play basketball.

There was a thunderstorm early in the morning, the air was fresh, the weather was neither hot nor stuffy, and it was a good time to exercise.

"You go to the playground and wait for me. I'll go back to the dormitory to get a basketball." Fu Guyuan said to his classmates.

"Wait for you." The classmate patted Fu Guyuan on the shoulder, picked up his schoolbag and walked to the playground.

Fu Guyuan tidied up the books and pens on the desk, stuffed them randomly into drawers, got up and walked to the dormitory.

Compared with usual, the dormitory building at this time is very quiet - most of the boarding students have gone home for the weekend.

"Squad leader, aren't you going home?" Fu Guyuan ran into a classmate at the corner of the stairs and greeted him.

"Play some balls before going back." Fu Guyuan said.

"Well, then I'll go first."

"Bye-Bye."

Fu Guyuan waved to his classmates and strode upstairs. When he reached the door of the dormitory, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

The door to the dormitory was ajar.

Fu Guyuan has no roommates.

His dormitory is a four-person dormitory, and there are three people living in one empty bed. He lives with two senior seniors, but the college entrance examination is approaching, and the two seniors feel comfortable staying at home, so they choose to go home. Do not come to the dormitory.

So now Fu Guyuan lives in a dormitory alone.

He remembered locking the door when he left for class this morning.

But now that the door is ajar, it's weird to step on a horse.

Could it be a thief?

Fu Guyuan put the key in his hand into his trouser pocket, stepped forward, aggressively pushed the door open: "Who's in there?!"

The door hit the wall with a loud bang.

If the dormitory teacher sees it, he will scream at the top of his lungs and howl: "You bastard, don't destroy public property!"

The people in the room were obviously startled too, trembling, and then turned around.

He stood in front of the window against the light, and Fu Guyuan couldn't see his expression clearly for a moment.

The man was wearing a black shirt. The shirt was a little too big, which made his neck fair and slender. His hair was black and slightly long, which looked soft, but somewhat covered his eyes.

"Ah, classmate, I'm sorry to scare you? I thought it was a thief." Seeing that the man was about the same age as him and dressed as a student, Fu Guyuan let down his guard, "How did you get in?"

"The key given by the dormitory teacher." The man replied, his tone was very calm, and he couldn't hear the ups and downs. When he was looking around the dormitory environment, he had been unconsciously pinching the key in his hand. He was startled by Fu Guyuan just now. The palm of his hand was subconsciously clenched tightly, and the old dormitory key immediately pressed his palm with red marks.

But he put his hand in his pocket unhurriedly as if nothing happened.

"Ah!" Fu Guyuan came to his senses, "I heard that a transfer student is coming to our class, could it be you?"

The man didn't answer, and took two steps towards Fu Guyuan.

Fu Guyuan could see his face clearly now.

He is a boy with a handsome appearance, white and clean, even Fu Guyuan of the same gender thinks he is beautiful.

But at the same time, he is also very thin. Although there is a shirt covering his body, he can still feel his thinness.

"Classmate, what's your name?" Fu Guyuan asked enthusiastically.

The man didn't answer, but instead asked, "Do you live here?"

"Well, yes!" Fu Guyuan said, "Are you looking at the dormitory? Does the dormitory teacher let you live here in the future? If you live here, we will be roommates!"

The man answered irrelevantly: "You are tall."

"Ah, it's okay, I'm 1.8 meters six." Fu Guyuan stretched out his hand and gestured on his head.

Fu Guyuan has been taller than his peers since he was a child, and because he loves sports, he has a muscular body. The coat he took off just now was on his hands when he got too hot. Now he is only wearing a basketball vest. The well-proportioned and smooth muscles of his arms look quite explosive.

The man suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth were drawn to the sides, but his eyes were wide open. It was a very unnatural smile, which made people feel no joy at all.

He is obviously a good-looking boy, but when he smiles like this, it makes people feel creepy.

That was Chi Yu's first time laughing at Gu Yuan.

"Will you hit me?"

Chi Yu asked.

For a moment, Fu Guyuan didn't understand what Chi Yu was saying.

He was bewildered.

What is it?

This classmate's Mandarin is worrying.

If he was really a transfer student and planned to live in his own dormitory, it might be difficult for the two of them to communicate in the future.

But that's okay! ! !

After all, Fu Guyuan and his friend Xiang Qingwu once spent a period of "bird language" communication together in order to keep learning English in their daily life.

During that time, the conversation between the two of them was like this.

"Afu, today, yougoto canteen, remembergivemetake snacks!"

"OK, you want to eat what?!"

During that time, the two often couldn't understand what the other was saying, but they still had a pleasant exchange. Unfortunately, they were overheard by the English teacher by chance, and each of them slapped Tianling Gai with a slap and uttered harsh words. If you hear them talking like this next time, Just beat them to death.

In order to prevent the young English teacher from embarking on the path of criminals, the two had to give up this excellent learning method with tears in their eyes.

So it turns out that accents are not a problem as long as you have patience!

We are all Chinese, so you can know what you are talking about even if you have a half-guess!

But then again.

What the hell is this 'handle'?

Fu Guyuan was thinking about how to answer the conversation, Chi Yu's eyes fell on the wooden table beside him.

The wooden table is old, the paint on the corners has been peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood inside, and there are a few textbooks scattered on the table, one of which has Fu Guyuan's class and name written on the cover.

Chi Yu withdrew his gaze, looked at Fu Guyuan, sized up his figure, and asked, "Do you exercise regularly?"

"Ah?" Fu Guyuan came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "Oh, exercise, it's quite often, playing basketball and running or something."

He looked at Chi Yu's slender arms and legs: "Oh right, classmate, can you play basketball? Do you want to..."

"Then you..." Chi Yu interrupted Fu Guyuan, "Beating someone must hurt."

Fu Guyuan paused, this time he understood: "Huh? Hitting someone?"

Chi Yu smiled.

"When you hit me in the future, remember to hit harder."