let loose

Holding the man in his arms, Jiang Zhou walked through the cobblestone path densely covered with flowers and plants, and turned a corner and went up two steps.

At this moment, the person in his arms moved suddenly, feeling a little force from the hand hugging his neck, Jiang Zhou walked up the steps in silence, and turned sideways to block the light from the lamp post.

Song Mian slept for about ten minutes, woke up in a daze, rubbed her eyes, and yawned exaggeratedly, at a loss as to where she was.

Jiang Zhou bumped his arms and pushed him upwards, and said coolly, "Are you awake?"

"Ah!" Song Mian was startled, and quickly hugged Jiang Zhou's neck, stabilized his body, lowered his head, saw a black shadow, and blinked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Jiang Zhou clicked his tongue and raised his head halfway. With the light leaking from his shoulders, he saw that Song Mian's eyes had returned to clarity. After he could probably adapt to the strong light, he turned around and placed the two of them together under the street lamp, shrouded in the light. among.

Putting the person down, he asked, "Did you recognize me?"

Song Mian's right hand was still around Jiang Zhou's neck. Hearing this, he slightly raised his head, looked carefully for a while, and his heart trembled, "Jiang, Jiang Zhou!"

Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he was sober, if a certain drunk who called himself the little prince hadn't stuck his head into his chest and arched wildly.

Jiang Zhou picked up the back of Song Mian's neck and pulled it back. He could see that he was so angry that his teeth were about to be crushed. He choked out a sentence from between his gums: "Are you a pig?"

The collar was pulled up so that it was about to cover her chin. Song Mian was pulled uncomfortably, shaking her head from side to side trying to break free, muttering, "I'm not a pig, I'm Snow White!"

Jiang Zhou laughed angrily, not knowing where this drunkard made up some nonsense about Snow White, and he deeply agrees with this identity.He tried hard to suppress the raised corner of his mouth, let go of his hand, "Let's go."

"Don't go." Song Mian hooked his left hand around Jiang Zhou's neck, clasped the back of his neck with both hands, buried his head in Jiang Zhou's neck again, and turned his face slightly.

"like you."

Jiang Zhou raised his hands, trying to push the mischievous little prince away, when he heard these words whispered in his ear.It's light and fluffy, so soft that it will break if you poke it lightly, but it really exists.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, the temperature of Song Mian's skin on his neck was scorchingly high.

The faint scent of wine mixed with the scorching breath, patted on Jiang Zhou's icy skin, and a sudden evil fire rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his hair.

Jiang Zhou's heart twitched for no reason, as if a little place of peace that was originally calm was also burned by the scalding temperature.

Song Mian was like a piglet gnawing on his neck, pushing and arching at his neck, whimpering in a hurry.

The refurbished concrete road next to the football field is very quiet at this time, except for the occasional cicadas singing in the flower beds under the steps.

Jiang Zhou's raised arms stayed in the air for a long time, the calm nerves in his head that had been tense all night suddenly broke, and he put his hands down.

"I like you, Jiang Zhou"

Song Mian said it again, this time a little louder, maybe because she was a little bolder in not being rejected.After speaking, the side face was pressed against his collarbone, and the cold skin there gradually warmed up.

"Do you like me?" he asked.

Song Mian's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't control what he said or did. Maybe he didn't even realize what he was doing, Jiang Zhou thought.

Jiang Zhou was a little disturbed and didn't want to think about it. He didn't answer him, just tore him off his body, and untied the two dolls tied behind his back and handed them to Song Mian. Go back to the dormitory."

"I know you still don't like me." Song Mian stuffed a doll in one hand, shivered for half a second, then stood still and followed him obediently, without stopping, "Give me a chance, let me chase you Right? I promise to chase after it.”

Jiang Zhou stopped, turned his head to meet his gaze, and said seriously, "Don't say such things lightly, let alone tell everyone, Song Mian, you're drunk."

As soon as the words fell, the two pairs were relatively silent for a while.

The huge campus is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, the long road is lonely, a few wisps of autumn wind slip through the trees, and the coolness invades the night.

There is no benefit to being drunk.

After a long time, Song Mian whistled, not intending to pretend any more, she lifted the skin of confusion, resumed her arrogant look, and raised her eyebrows: "This is really not nonsense, I'm already sober."

The speed at which Song Mian sobers up is directly proportional to the speed at which he gets drunk.

They are all meteors streaking across the night sky and passing by in a flash.

Jiang Zhou paused, not asking when Song Mian was sober.He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to see if there was any unrevealable flinch in the other party's eyes.

No.

The person in front of him didn't have the embarrassment of being ugly after being drunk at all, and he recovered himself very naturally, like two people before and after drunk, and he didn't have the shyness and anxiety of speaking trembling words to others.

He is open.

Song Mian didn't hide, she was upright enough to accept Jiang Zhou's interrogating eyes with ease.

Although he is cowardly behind the scenes, he has to struggle for a long time to send a mobile phone, but if he really dances in front of the Lord, he will fight it out.The result will not change because of your own emotions, it is better to be more open-minded.

It's a pity that the mobile phone he had been struggling with for a long time was killed by Lao Huang Shenshui before it was sent out.He took back one of the two mobile phones when he went to the Political and Education Office.

Lao Huang waited for him at the political and educational office specifically for this matter, reprimanded him severely for three to ten minutes, and almost forced him to write another 10-word self-criticism, but it was a false alarm.

For the second time, Chu Xiaonan asked him to discuss the concept analysis of extravagance and rational consumption for a whole class, which made Song Mian feel a headache.

"Shall I chase you? Okay?" Song Mian took a step forward and gave Jiang Zhou the McDull in his left hand. Then, as usual, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt with his thin fingertips and shook it. , "OK?"

The tone is soft, but the eyes are firm, with stubbornness.

Song Mian's self-confidence and magnanimity are an important part of his character. Jiang Zhou looked down at the hem of his clothes that was being held tightly, and believed that he was really sober.

But he couldn't give an answer to the other party's question.

It is true that Song Mian may be special to him. He has a superior appearance, a confident personality, and a youthful arrogance unique to young people.But both of them were too young, and the timing was too early.

As a sophomore in high school, he was not ready to share time and space with another person.

Song Mian could see his hesitation, but she didn't intend to just let the matter go.

"Don't feel embarrassed. I like you and chase you. I want to. Just give me a chance. Don't just refuse, okay?"

His face is particularly clear under the light, and the fine hairs on his face are clearly visible. His eyes are very energetic, with a light that never gives up.

Jiang Zhou glanced at him, unable to do so, he threw the doll back to him, and left with a sentence.

Not being rejected, Song Mian was overjoyed and stomped her feet excitedly, wishing she could jump three feet high.He was so happy that there was nowhere to release his joy, he childishly held up the two dolls and yelled, laughing so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

Looking at this celebratory posture, it seems that the person is already his.

The sound of footsteps was mixed in the night and autumn wind, and he ran a few steps to keep up with Jiang Zhou's pace.

Jiang Zhou's dormitory is the far left room on the third floor.

Because they will gather at the school gate at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, the two roommates who were going home from vacation have returned, and they are packing up the things they need to play tomorrow.

It was almost 11:30 when Jiang Zhou came back and brought Song Mian with him.The two roommates were startled the moment they saw the monitor, they stopped what they were doing, and their words were a little stuck, "Hello, monitor."

The two of them didn't know why Song Mian came to the dormitory suddenly, they caught a glimpse of the school bully holding two doll pigs that didn't fit his temperament, and they couldn't hold back even if they wanted to laugh.The reason why a school bully is a school bully is that the school bully himself may not be very violent, but as long as he is crowned with this title, his name is full of magical powers that make people horrified for no reason.

No matter how low-key Song Mian was in class, the influence of rumors was still deeply rooted.These two good students who are usually only responsible for outputting the class average in the class are more afraid of him than close to him.

Song Mian waved his hand casually as a greeting, and followed Jiang Zhou to his bed.

Although Song Mian has never lived in the school, but because he is the class monitor, he has checked the dormitory several times under the arrangement of the school, so he is quite familiar with the dormitory, and he will not be so blind that he will be surprised to see everything.

He focused on Jiang Zhou's bed.

Let’s look at the bed first. Jiang Zhou’s three-piece bed set is all pure gray, the bedding is neatly folded, and the standard tofu block.

Then there's the desk, Song Mian's head hurts just looking at it.

Stacks of review materials, books, exercise books, sprint lesson plans, test papers...

Song Mian felt that she would get drunk again if she looked at it one more time, so she hurriedly put two McDulls on top to cover it up.

Jiang Zhou ignored him since he came in.Gu Zi packed a set of pajamas in the closet, and took a quick shower while there was still half an hour left.I tossed and tossed all night, my body was sticky and uncomfortable.

The two roommates hadn't made any noise since Song Mian came in, and they packed their luggage very slowly, and they were extremely careful not to make any noise, praying that Song Mian would not notice them.

However, praying was useless. After Jiang Zhou went into the bathroom, Song Mian was bored. He sat on Jiang Zhou's chair like an old man, raised his legs, and said leisurely, "Why are you two sneaking around?"

The two roommates were taken aback at the same time, too guilty to look at him.After a while, one of them whispered, "Pack up the things to play tomorrow."

Song Mian nodded to show that she understood, and realized that she didn't want to scare the good students anymore, so she took out her mobile phone to play games.

He didn't speak, and the other two didn't dare to speak. For a while, the whole dormitory was as quiet as a chicken.

Song Mian was just bored for less than 2 minutes, and she loaded it.Didn't even play the game.

A wooden door panel can not block the sound of water dripping in the bathroom.Tick ​​tock, this sound is not unfamiliar, but at this moment, the school bully couldn't help but blush.

Jiang Zhou should be naked now.Jiang Zhou's skin is so white, his figure is so good, he might even have abdominal muscles...

Jiang Zhou must have washed his hair. Jiang Zhou's hair is not too long. Usually a thin layer of bangs hangs on his forehead, refreshing and beautiful. Jiang Zhou's wet hair must also be beautiful...

Whoops, I feel like a pervert.

The eyes can't see, Song Mian almost uses his brain to make up stones*.

Fortunately, I have strong self-control, no stones, and no nosebleeds.

When Jiang Zhou came out of the shower, he hurriedly pretended to watch his mobile phone and play games, only aiming quietly with his eyes.

Jiang Zhou changed into clean pajamas, tilted his head slightly and rubbed his wet hair.Seeing Song Mian sitting there like a wooden man, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Yes!" Song Mian threw the phone aside, propped his chin and stared at Jiang Zhou's white waist exposed sideways, "But what if I haven't changed my clothes?"

Jiang Zhou stopped wiping his hair when he heard this, and frowned quickly. Two seconds later, his hands moved again, much slower than before.

After a while, he sighed, put down the towel, opened the closet, rummaged through it, and then threw Song Mian a set of pajamas that was the same color as the three-piece suit on the bed.

"Wear this for now." Jiang Zhou said.

"OK!" Song Mian raised the corners of her mouth and sniffed her clothes with the tip of her nose.

"Don't worry, I've never worn this new one."

Jiang Zhou continued to wipe his hair with a towel, watching Song Mian's actions, he thought he was disgusted, and explained.

"Oh."

Tsk, I didn't wear it, it's boring.

In the end, Jiang Zhou provided the uninvited guest with disposable toothbrushes, disposable towels and other daily necessities.

The two roommates stared dumbfounded at the seemingly indifferent conversation between the two bosses in the class, but after thinking about it, they always felt that something was strange, but they couldn't tell what it was.

Song Mian carried a bunch of Jiang Zhou's things into the bathroom.

Jiang Zhou came in and briefly explained to him how to use the hot water card, how to turn the handle to get out the water, and pointed out to him which bottle was his body wash and shampoo before going out.

After Song Mian took off her clothes, she turned on the water, squeezed some of Jiang Zhou's shampoo, smelled it, rubbed it on her head and rubbed her hair.

Ugh--

He was in the final stage of washing when the toilet light suddenly went out, and the shower could not come out with hot water. In just ten seconds, he fell into the ice sea from the hot spring.

"Hold……"

He got dressed and went out cursing, shivering from the cold, only to realize that the lights in the dormitory were also off. Fortunately, Jiang Zhou left him a lamp by the desk.

Going to play tomorrow, few people in the dormitory didn't turn on the lights to read at night, Jiang Zhou went to bed and was making the bed.

"Where do I sleep?" Song Mian walked to Jiang Zhou's bed and asked tremblingly.

The dormitory is a four-person room, and there is an empty bed, but there is no bed sheet and quilt cover on it, so there is no way to sleep.