Mr. He, please respect yourself

"He couldn't sleep, he got up early in the morning." He Chumo entered the elevator.

"How do you know he can't sleep, and, you have breakfast too, right?"

He Chumo belatedly realized that Jiang Qing was talking about breakfast, and asked, "How do you know?"

"No way, boss, are you dazzled by love or blinded by love? Didn't you read Moments?" Jiang Qing looked at He Chumo with the eyes of a primitive person.

He Chumo: "..."

Jiang Qing: "Old fritters!"

He Chumo: "???"

Back in the office, He Chumo immediately clicked on his mobile phone to look at Moments.

When scrolling to Song Zicheng's latest picture and text, President He Da really directly faced the air, and popped out: "What?"

This idiot Cheng also promised him that he would post to Moments seriously.

He Chumo laughed angrily at him, and rarely found it funny. He took a screenshot, then clicked on Song Zicheng's chat interface, sent the screenshot, and typed a few words.

He Chumo: [Didn't you promise that you would post to Moments seriously? 】

After asking, He Chumo put down his phone and was about to start his day's work. At this moment, the phone beeped, and He Chumo picked it up to see that it was Song Zicheng. He sent a picture.

He Chumo clicked on it, and it was a photo of Song Zicheng holding a fried dough stick. Looking at the background, it should be on the side of the road.

Then there was another 'ding', and Song Zicheng sent another picture.

The background content remains the same, but the fried dough stick in his hand has been bitten.

What do you want to do when you send this picture?

He Chumo was about to ask, when Song Zicheng's message came again.

Song Zicheng: [Bite the old fritters to death! 】

He Chumo couldn't help laughing.

This idiot Cheng is too funny.

But the idiot Cheng didn't know that the anger he expressed was summed up by President He Da as 'funny'. He ate a deep-fried dough stick by the side of the road and went back to school.

On the big weekend, he didn't want to go back and see Lin Qiao's mess, so he decided to go back to Yaozi's dormitory to catch up on sleep.

But not long after lying down on the sofa, Li Yaoxu came back.

"Chengzi, are you here? That's great!" Li Yaoxu saw Song Zicheng lying on the sofa, excited as if he had picked up 100 million yuan on the ground, "I was just looking for you, and you just showed up. You are really from the shopping platform. coupon!"

Song Zicheng: "...don't disturb me, I'm sleepy."

When Li Yaoxu saw the white gauze belt wrapped around Song Zicheng's hands and feet, he suddenly exclaimed: "Cheng, why are you so overwhelmed? Are you playing so big?"

Song Zicheng: "What are you talking about? I want to sleep, what are you playing?"

Li Yaoxu pointed to his wound, "Then tell me, how did these wounds come out, is it what I thought?"

Who knows what you, Mr. Li, are thinking?

"Why don't you talk?" Li Yaoxu yelled at him, "Did you play with He Gouzi? Oh my god, it's only been one night, what did you do? Are you worthy of my brother?"

Song Zicheng: "???"

Although Song Zicheng was sleepy and confused, he knew that Li Yaoxu's mind was now covered with yellow waste.

"Wake up, what stupid things are you talking about early in the morning?" Song Zicheng couldn't sleep because of his noise, so he had to sit up, "Do you remember Liu Weizhuo from the student union?"

Li Yaoxu nodded, his eyes widened, "What's the matter, could it be you three?"

"Are you panicking? Don't make up your mind so much." Song Zicheng said angrily, "Last night, after I separated from you, he made me faint and hid me. These wounds were created at that time."

Li Yaoxu blinked, and said slowly, "You're talking about something that makes people feel ashamed."

Song Zicheng: "I can't help it. In fact, I don't feel anything, because after I fainted, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital."

"Who saved you?" Li Yaoxu asked.

"It's Chu Mo."

"He Gouzi is so human?" Li Yaoxu obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't say much when he saw Song Zicheng's expression, "What about Lin Weizhuo? If he did such a thing, he can't go to school, right?"

Song Zicheng shook his head, "I don't know, he escaped, and no one has been found yet."

"No way." Li Yaoxu said, "That is to say, you are still very dangerous now. This guy surnamed Liu took you away for no reason. He must be out of his mind and let him escape. If something like this happens again , who can guarantee that you will be so lucky to escape next time?"

Song Zicheng also showed worry.

"You will live here from now on." Li Yaoxu changed the subject, "Since you were arrested in the community, it proves that your community is not safe, so stay here. The school is surrounded by security guards who are on duty 24 hours a day. Don't worry! Anyway, the game is coming to an end, it just so happens that you live here and catch up with the progress together."

Song Zicheng looked at Li Yaoxu, "You intentionally bluffed me for a moment, but in fact, you wanted me to live here and catch up with the progress of this competition, right?"

"That's right, I cadenced and set the stage for this purpose." Li Yaoxu said this without embarrassment, "Our friendship is hypocritical and fragile, don't expect too much."

Song Zicheng grabbed a pillow and threw it over.

For the next week, Song Zicheng really stayed in Li Yaoxu's school apartment every day.

Because Trident’s game planner temporarily added a promotional method, requiring each team to complete the progress ahead of time, complete all the clearance content of the first ten levels of the game, put it online for netizens to try, and then perform a ranking on Weibo.

When Li Yaoxu heard Jin Honghong's request, he did not hesitate to greet the Jin family, young and old, and neighbors.

Isn't this forcing them to give up, let alone the first ten levels, they have been working on it for so many days, and they haven't even finished the fourth level.

In the three-person discussion group, Jin Honghong turned into a humble little Honghong, and even changed the name of the group note to: 'Don't hit me'.

'Don't hit me': [Little ancestor, I also follow orders to do things, but I have applied for it, saying that your group is in a special situation, and you will definitely not be able to keep up with the top ten levels, so now that you are approved, you only need to catch up with the progress of the first eight levels. Participated in the ranking]

'Don't hit me': [There are still two weeks left, come on! 】

'Don't hit me': [Work hard]

Song Zicheng and Li Yaoxu: […]

During this week, Song Zicheng sent a message to He Chumo, saying that he was going to catch up with the competition and would not return to the villa during this period.

He Chumo also replied, telling him extremely rare to pay attention to the wound.

Song Zicheng was so surprised that he kept looking at the chat interface, almost thinking that Jiang Qing had snatched President He Da's phone again.

A week passed quickly, except for the occasional class, Song Zicheng and Li Yaoxu stayed in the dormitory, not seeing the sun and messing around with the competition.Today and Sunday, the two still got up early. They have now reached the sixth level. Although half of the time has passed, the victory is finally in sight.

It's just the appearance of the two of them, no doubt like a tramp.

Breaking the record, counting today, they have not showered for the fifth day, and they are about to smell each other's stench, especially the curly-haired Song Zicheng, as long as the hair is not washed, it looks like a large popcorn. In order not to block his eyes, he found a rubber band to tie up his bangs.

Time passed quickly. After eating some biscuits at noon, the two continued to struggle, and stayed up until the afternoon. Song Zicheng had been painting for a whole day, his waist was sore and his legs hurt, and his butt was about to sit flat. Going to strike.

"You don't have the qualifications to say no." Li Yaoxu was also in a mess, with big dark circles under his eyes, and under the reflection of his fair skin, he seemed to have been punched hard twice.

'jingle...jingle...'

Doorbell rang.

Song Zicheng lay down and pretended not to hear, Li Yaoxu simply put on his earphones.

The doorbell rang a few more times, and Song Zicheng couldn't stand the doorbell ringing all the time, so he got up with difficulty, "Fuck you, brat."

"Thank you for the compliment." Li Yaoxu laughed.

"Who is it?" Song Zicheng yelled weakly, and opened the door.

He Chumo!

Song Zicheng was stunned, staring at the tall man in front of him, and involuntarily slammed the door shut with his hand.

what the hell!

[The author has something to say: The previous chapter has been changed a bit, and the review has not yet passed, and it may not be seen until tomorrow.Go to bed early and get up early~]