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Jiang Xiannian looked over subconsciously when he heard the words, and his eyes fell on Ji Baicen inadvertently.

Ji Bocen is 19 years old. His figure is in the transitional stage from a youth to an adult man. His shoulders are wide and his muscles are smooth. He looks powerful without being too exaggerated like a bodybuilder. This kind of just right figure is more perfectly presented.

When he said this, his tone and expression were too taken for granted, which made Jiang Xiannian almost have a certain illusion, as if it was only normal for Ji Baicen to protect him.

Just being slightly stunned, Ji Baicen continued:

"However, if something like today's situation of standing obediently and being bullied by others happens again, I will be compensated with [-] yuan; if it happens again, I will be compensated with [-] yuan; the accumulation will be accumulated sequentially."

The slight illusion dissipated without a trace, Jiang Xiannian pursed his lower lip.

Seeing that his expression finally fluctuated a little, Ji Bocen's tone was weak, and he looked at him slightly: "Also, you are 1.8m, only 110 catties?"

"It's too thin, it's a pain in the ass to do it."

"Based on today, until 120 jins. Weigh once a month, if it does not increase but decreases, a fine of [-] yuan will be imposed."

Jiang Xiannian opened his lips, looked over Ji Baicen's shoulder, and saw the pendulum hanging on the wall behind him.

The hour hand points to twelve o'clock.

Today is Wednesday, there is no class in the afternoon.

Every Wednesday before, he would take the bus to the part-time hotel after his physical education class, and he would work from noon to three in the morning.

With less than four hours of sleep, he would wake up with shortness of breath due to a dream of a phone call from his uncle.

And because of Ji Bocen's appearance, he can sit here and have a good lunch at noon this Wednesday.

It will be fine in the future.

Jiang Xiannian nodded slightly at Ji Baicen.

Ji Baicen can ask for anything.

I thought that with Jiang Xiannian's love for money, he would bargain with him, but he almost agreed, Ji Baicen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Jiang Xiannian's eyes are very bright, especially when he is looking at a person intently, only that person's figure is reflected in his crystal-clear eyes.

Meeting his gaze, Ji Baicen took a sip of water uncomfortably, and put the tablet for ordering food in front of Jiang Xiannian: "Order what you want."

Jiang Xiannian randomly chose a chicken fried rice with mushrooms.

Ji Baicen looked at him expressionlessly.

Inexplicably understanding what he meant, Jiang Xiannian chose another cup of lotus root, bamboo fungus and shrimp ball soup.

Ji Baicen was still not satisfied.

Jiang Xiannian licked his dry lips, looked up at him: "I can't eat any more."

"Waste, no good."

Jiang Xiannian was sitting by the window, with a peaceful face and a cuteness that hit people's hearts.

Ji Baicen's eyes moved slightly.

People who usually have seven or eight dishes to choose to eat a few bites, when ordering, their fingers with sharp knuckles paused in the selected meal column, and finally ordered seven or eight dishes.

On the "Submit Order" interface, a note was added: "All made into the smallest portion."

The dishes Jiang Xiannian ordered were too simple.

Thinking that he was bewildered by such a face, Ji Baicen gritted his molars, turned cold again, and fiddled with his phone.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiannian tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and sat quietly at the other end of the wooden table, waiting for the meal.

In fact, one meal and one soup has already far exceeded his appetite.

He was considering whether to eat it up or pack half of it and take it home.

When the waiter brought the lunch box to serve the dishes, Jiang Xiannian realized that his entanglement was unnecessary.

There are many dishes, ranging from green vegetables to fish, shrimp and beef, and they are also very delicate, but each serving is very small. The lotus root, bamboo fungus and shrimp ball soup I ordered was only served in a palm-sized soup pot.

The portion size is just right for Jiang Xiannian. With three chopsticks for each dish in front of him, he can almost finish it. It will neither feel full nor be wasted.

It was he who noticed that Ji Baicen didn't have enough to eat, and during his meal time, Ji Baicen ordered another one for himself.

Looks like a lot more than the previous portion.

After eating, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Before walking out of the private room, Ji Baicen took out the ointment from his coat and threw it to Jiang Xiannian, nuzzled his chin, and gestured to his wrist: "Twice a day."

Jiang Xiannian reached out to catch the ointment, and looked at Ji Baicen in puzzlement.

Ji Baicen turned his face to the side and raised his voice a little:

"Look at what?"

"In the future, only I can leave traces on you."

Although he is already mentally prepared to go to bed with Ji Baicen, his qualifications may not be in place, and his half-concealed language may make people unable to guard against him. Just hearing him say such a sentence, Jiang Xiannian's face is uncontrollable It burned.

Fortunately, Ji Baicen probably just said it unintentionally. After he finished speaking, he took a long leg and walked out first.

Jiang Xiannian bowed his head in response, and followed Ji Baicen in a few steps, holding the ointment in his hand, and calmed his breathing silently.

Because he was walking in a hurry, he missed Ji Baicen's reddened ears.

"The phone is on 24 hours a day."

"Send me the class schedule, except for the class time, reply to my message within 2 minutes."

Adding a few words on the way, Ji Baicen put Jiang Xiannian at the south gate of the school.

When Ji Baicen's car left, Jiang Xiannian went to the bus station, and he wanted to go back to the hotel to pack his things.

I told my boss about my resignation a few days in advance, and since it was only a part-time job, the procedures went smoothly, and the personnel department would transfer the money to his bank card on the first day of next month.

After dealing with these, Jiang Xiannian went to his cubicle.

The cubicle on the shady side has poor lighting, and only in the morning, there will be secondary refraction of light spots from the diagonally opposite building.

In the small and cramped space, everything is organized in an orderly manner. The quilts are folded into angular "square tofu cubes", and the relatively large clothes are hung on the wall with sticky hooks.

Pushing open the door, a gust of laundry detergent mixed with the fresh smell of the night breeze rushed over.

The sun moved westward, and the inside appeared almost evening darkness, Jiang Xiannian turned on the light by the door.

He has very few things, and a 24-inch suitcase can be packed.

Jiang Xiannian carried his luggage and went downstairs, and Uncle Li, the security guard in the hotel, took time to see him off.

Jiang Xiannian walked out of the hotel with all kinds of instructions that seemed to be to his own children before going out.

Behind him, the chef with a moustache looked left and right, then lowered his voice, and said to the others in a mysterious way: "Do you think that this kid, Xiannian, seems to be lacking in vigor?"

"What the hell, what a big man is talking behind his back."

The person who answered the conversation was a bold Northeast woman, she really liked Jiang Xiannian who was quiet and calm, when she heard someone teasing him, she immediately lowered her face and said, "He's just a little less talkative, he doesn't like to make trouble, why doesn't he Are you angry? Xiannian doesn't seem to be close to people, but last time I had a backache and had to carry a bunch of things upstairs, he carried them up for me without saying a word."

"If my bastard was half as good as Xiannian, I would have burned the incense."

The man frowned and rubbed his chin: "Hey, don't worry, I didn't mean that."

"Xiannian is good, but he's too good."

"It makes me feel like he's not a human being with flesh and blood, but a, yes, a robot."

"Work at the right time, eat at the right time, and attend class at the right time."

"No likes, no dislikes."

"We don't know about other aspects. Let's take 'eating' as an example. I have eaten with him for more than a year. Do you know what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat?"

"No, right?!"

"Although it is a good habit not to be picky eaters, he can eat whatever he is given, even shredded carrots and sliced ​​ginger without any reaction."

"It's as if everything is acceptable, and it's as if everything is the same to him..."

It was rush hour, and the bus was still crowded. After standing for more than half an hour, Jiang Xiannian waited for a seat by the window.

Sitting down on the seat, Jiang Xiannian pulled off his mask, breathing in the fresh air squeezed in from the window.

The phone vibrated and an unread message popped up:

[Ji Bocen: Pack up your things and move them to my place in a few days]

【Jiang Xiannian: OK】

While putting away the phone, the car stopped at Peichuan Film Academy station.

Jiang Xiannian followed the route in his memory and found his dormitory building.

"Grass, make up the knife."

"Dad save me!"

"Run what to run, give him a skill..."

The door of 317's dormitory was not closed, and male voices with different timbres came from inside.

From the gap left by the door, three boys wearing slippers could be clearly seen, huddling together around the table facing the door.

Jiang Xiannian pushed the door open and went in, not wanting the door latch to be seriously rusted, and it made a loud "creaking" sound with his movements.

The few people playing the game were interrupted by the sound, they looked up subconsciously, and saw that it was Jiang Xiannian standing behind the door pushing the suitcase, then turned their eyes back to the mobile phone in unison, and continued the game.

He completely regards Jiang Xiannian as air, he can't see it and doesn't want to pay attention to it.

Jiang Xiannian's expression remained calm, and he passed several people and walked in.

As a first-class comprehensive university in China, Peichuan Film Academy has been established for nearly a hundred years. Although the main campus accommodation is old, it has a lot of space.Jiang Xiannian’s dormitory is for five people. Everyone goes to the bed and sits on the table. There is also a separate bathroom and balcony. There is a small door on the right hand side of the door. It is a room for clothes and sundries. Open the door and enter. A large vertical wardrobe comes into view.

Walking to the cabinet with his name on it, Jiang Xiannian opened the suitcase, put the cotton clothes and textbooks in it, took out the replacement bedding, found his own bed and made it flat.

The winter nights are already long. After doing this, the sky outside the window is completely dark, and the standing street lamps emit a warm yellow light in the dark night.

At 6 o'clock, the door control time of the dormitory building is 11 o'clock, and there are 5 hours left.

Taking his notebook and pen, Jiang Xiannian went to the library.

He was used to skipping dinner, he passed by the convenience store on the basement floor, and wanted to go straight up, when Ji Baicen's words came to his mind, Jiang Xiannian stopped in his tracks, and went in to buy a warm rice ball.

Between each position of the study room on the third floor, there is a relatively private space separated by wooden boards.

[Men and men make love. What should be paid attention to]

[What to do in bed to satisfy the other party]

Jiang Xiannian took out his notebook, searched in the browser, and took notes seriously.

In the afternoon, you will blush because you are not skilled in business.

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