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

Fu Guyuan looked directly at Chi Yu, and said worriedly: "But I don't think this is an interesting thing. Have you...have you thought about communicating with your parents? Do uncles and aunts know about your illness?"

The smile on Chi Yu's face disappeared in an instant.

It was as if someone had stripped off the mask used to cover him up, revealing his original appearance that he didn't want to be peeped by the world, so he could only stand there stiffly at a loss.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which startled both of them.

Fu Guyuan opened the door, and the dormitory teacher walked in with the roster, looked around the two of them, and then ticked the roster and said: "The water will be cut off early tonight, those who need to take a shower hurry up rush."

Fu Guyuan: "Thank you teacher."

The sudden appearance of the dormitory teacher made the atmosphere in the dormitory awkward and silent, and it also made the conversation that had started so hard not know where to continue.

Fu Guyuan hesitated for a while: "That..."

"Squad leader, go take a shower first, or there will be no hot water." Chi Yu said calmly.

"Ah...Okay, okay." Hearing what Chi Yu said, Fu Guyuan was silently relieved.

He really didn't know how to respond to those strange requests mentioned by Chi Yu.

After Fu Guyuan took a shower, Chi Yu entered the bathroom. Although Chi Yu's movements were fast enough, the water stopped halfway through the bath. Chi Yu was covered in soap foam and stood in the bathroom, pressing his lips tightly.

He put his head on the cold tiles, touched the water droplets on his face, and the foam from his fingertips got into his eyes, which hurt.

Chi Yu rubbed his eyes twice, turning his eyes red, and then grabbed his throat with the hand that rubbed his eyes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Chi Yu suddenly withdrew his hand and turned to look at the door.

Fu Guyuan stood outside the bathroom door and asked, "Did the water stop? When I just took a shower, I put a bucket of hot water under the laundry sink. You can move it out and use it."

"Huh? Why don't you speak, did you hear what I said?"

Chi Yu: "...I heard that, thank you."

Chi Yu turned his head to look at the laundry pool, and sure enough, he saw a large bucket of water under the pool. The water temperature was very hot, and when his fingertips were submerged in the water, he could feel the warmth burrowing into his flesh and blood.

Looking at the bucket of hot water, Chi Yu suddenly raised the corners of his lips and laughed.

On the second day, after school at noon, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a Malatang shop near the school gate.

Fu Guyuan and Xiang Qingwu opened the door and walked into the store. Xiang Qingwu walked to the cashier very skillfully, and smiled at the waiter girl: "Three sets of fat beef rolls."

"Ah, okay, what flavor do you want?" the girl asked.

Xiang Qingwu turned sideways and asked Fu Guyuan who found an empty table to sit down: "Ah Fu, what flavor do you want?"

"Normal." Fu Guyuan replied.

"Success." Xiang Qingwu turned around and said to the waiter girl, "Two servings of normal spiciness, one serving of slightly spicy, and the slightly spicy one can be less spicy."

"Okay." The waiter girl nodded.

After ordering, Xiang Qingwu sat across from Fu Guyuan and chatted with him about games and ball games.

After a while, three meals were served, and Bai Mingfeng also walked into the shop.

Bai Mingfeng looked around the whole store, found Xiang Qingwu and Fu Guyuan and walked to them. Xiang Qingwu stood up and asked him to sit on the seat beside him.

"Here." Xiang Qingwu pushed the slightly spicy bowl of malatang to Bai Mingfeng's eyes, picked up the small jar of chili peppers on the table, and poured some into his own bowl.

Bai Mingfeng glanced at him: "You eat so spicy, aren't you afraid of getting angry?"

Xiang Qingwu raised his head and raised his chest, his voice was octave higher: "A real man should eat such spicy food!"

Bai Mingfeng: "The evil pen."

Xiang Qingwu was used to being scolded, so he smiled: "By the way, did you two watch the LPL Spring Split last night?"

Bai Mingfeng and Fu Guyuan nodded one after another.

The three began to chat about the game while eating.

After eating half a bowl, Bai Mingfeng couldn't eat anymore, he uncomfortably stirred the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks, chewed the vegetables in his mouth for a few times, but couldn't swallow them.

In fact, he can't eat heavy food, but when he looks forward to being with others, he has to learn to be particular and reluctant.

"I'll go out for a while." While eating, Xiang Qingwu suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going?" Bai Mingfeng asked.

Xiang Qingwu didn't speak, waved his hands, and walked out of the Mala Tang shop.

Fu Guyuan looked up and saw Bai Mingfeng frowned and stuffed a mouthful of meatballs into his mouth, guessing that Xiang Qingwu went to buy water, he suddenly thought of something: "Ah Bai, I want to ask you something."

"Huh?" Bai Mingfeng chewed slowly, swallowed what was in his mouth, and looked at Fu Guyuan: "What's the matter?"

Fu Guyuan: "Have you ever heard of the word 'masochistic personality disorder'?"

Bai Mingfeng wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue: "It doesn't sound like a good word, why are you asking this?"

Fu Guyuan said: "I saw it in the book, I am curious and ask."

As soon as Bai Mingfeng heard it, he knew that Fu Guyuan was prevaricating himself, but Bai Mingfeng also knew that Fu Guyuan's reluctance to explain must have his own reasons. Bai Mingfeng took out his mobile phone, checked the information and said: "Mental illness is eighty to ninety percent. It has something to do with the original family and childhood experience, what do you want to know?"

Fu Guyuan pondered: "Is there anything to pay attention to when getting along?"

Bai Mingfeng paused, looked up at Fu Guyuan, and vaguely guessed something: "It's hard to say, it depends on how you plan to get along with him, and this kind of thing is also divided into severity, if it is just hidden in the heart, it will not be publicized, it will not affect Living a normal life, let alone causing physical and mental harm, I think it can only be called a personal hobby.”

Fu Guyuan nodded worriedly, and lowered his head in thought.

At this moment, Xiang Qingwu bought water and went back to the store. He took three bottles of iced Coke out of the transparent plastic bag and put them on the table.

Fu Guyuan and Bai Mingfeng thanked each other, took a bottle of Coke and unscrewed the cap.

But Xiang Qingwu didn't sit down immediately, he took out another bottle of mineral water like a magic trick, asked the waitress for a small bowl, poured the water into the bowl, and put it in front of Bai Mingfeng: "Here, if you don't like it, just eat it Shake it up."

This is not the first time that Bai Mingfeng forced himself to accompany them to eat Malatang, so this is not the first time that Xiang Qingwu has done such a thing.

Although Bai Mingfeng didn't show any surprise, he was still a little embarrassed, lowered his head and said vaguely, "Thank you."

"It's all brothers, thank you!" Xiang Qingwu patted Bai Mingfeng on the back.

Bai Mingfeng coughed when he was slapped, and it was rare that he didn't scold Xiang Qingwu. He lowered his head and took out the green vegetables wrapped in spicy oil from the bowl, and gently rinsed them in the bowl filled with clear water.

After having lunch together, Xiang Qingwu took Bai Mingfeng home on a bicycle, and Fu Guyuan went back to school.

Fu Guyuan walked to the door of the dormitory, worried that Chi Yu was taking a lunch break, and opened the door lightly, only to see Chi Yu sitting on the bed reading a book.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Chi Yu raised his head and looked at Fu Guyuan.

Although Chi Yu said a bunch of strange things yesterday, after being interrupted, he never mentioned it again, and his attitude towards Fu Guyuan was the same as usual.

Fu Guyuan didn't know how to deal with this matter, so he could only pretend nothing happened.

"Uh... don't you have the habit of taking a lunch break?" Fu Guyuan asked.

Chi Yu shook his head: "No."

Fu Guyuan walked into the dormitory, sat on a chair, packed up the textbooks and exercise books for the afternoon class, stuffed the pencil case and books into the schoolbag, zipped it up, raised his head and said to Chi Yu: "Today is Friday, I went home to live in the evening, and I came back from self-study on Sunday night, if you don’t go home, remember to lock the door at ordinary times.”

"Got it." Chi Yu turned over a page of the book and nodded.

"That's right." Fu Guyuan said again.

"How's the bruise on your body? Lift up your clothes and show me."