I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

As soon as Fu Zhun said this, Cen Xiao fell silent for an instant.

He turned his head and looked around, but there was no one there.

"Ghost sweeper." Cen Xiao snatched the phone back speechlessly: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to call a taxi."

"Why call a car?" Fu Zhun seemed unable to understand his thinking: "Do you want to scan the driver's WeChat?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Are you sick?" Cen Xiao finally couldn't help scolding him.

"Why did you call me sick?" Fu Zhun, who was drunk, was like a child, as if he had been wronged by something, and he spoke angrily: "Why don't you just scold me instead of others?"

"Other people didn't ask for scolding." Cen Xiao replied prevaricationly, letting Fu Zhun make a fuss, and continued to bow his head to hail a taxi.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally got into the car, and Fu Zhun was still staring at the driver all the way.

It made the master suspect that he was carrying some evil forces, and drove very fast all the way.

We arrived at the school gate in less than 2 minutes.

After Cen Xiao thanked him, he dragged Fu Zhun out of the car.

While Uncle Security was dozing off, he managed to sneak into the school with Fu Zhun.

When he reached the door of his dormitory, Cen Xiao searched for a long time but couldn't find the dormitory key.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to throw it on the table after opening the door, and didn't bring it out afterwards.

But now he would definitely be scolded if he took the drunk to find the dorm auntie, and he might even be accused of going to Xu Qingzhou.

Cen Xiao suddenly hesitated.

"Why don't you open the door?" Fu Zhun stood against the wall for a long time, impatiently waiting.

"No key." Cen Xiao imitated him and leaned against the wall, and began to think about what to do.

In the next moment, Fu Zhun suddenly took out a small bunch of keys from his trousers pocket.

One of them was very familiar, it was exactly the same as Cen Xiao's dormitory key.

"Didn't you lose your key?" Cen Xiao took the key in his hand, looked carefully, and inserted it into the keyhole on the door.

The door opened smoothly.

Fu Zhun followed him in unsteadily, but did not answer Cen Xiao's words.

Seeing that he was about to hit the wall, Cen Xiao quickly grabbed him and pushed him to the side of his bed.

Before Fu Zhun could speak, he knew what Fu Zhun was going to say: "You want to wash your feet, right?"

"..." Fu Zhun was dumbfounded for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Because Dejia's bath time is too weird, many people have the habit of washing their feet after evening self-study.

Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao are one of them.

This time Fu Zhun drank too much and lost the ability to take care of himself, so Cen Xiao could only fetch him an extra basin of water like serving a widowed old man.

The two sat on the edge of the lower bunk bed without saying a word.

It wasn't until the water in the basin was cold that Fu Zhun spoke slowly, talking endlessly: "I don't sleep on the upper bunk."

"Why?" Cen Xiao thought he was drunk, without thinking too much, got up and was about to take out the water and pour it out.

As soon as he pushed the two basins of water aside, he heard Fu Zhun say behind him, "Because there is someone under my bed."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"I'm under your bed." Recalling the ghost story Fu Zhun told, Cen Xiao helplessly explained to him.

"Why are you under my bed?" Fu Zhun seemed confused: "You shouldn't be under my bed."

"Then where should I be?" Cen Xiao asked casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun suddenly paused, and said solemnly: "You should be on my bed."

Cen Xiao: "..."

After Cen Xiao cursed secretly for being crazy, he bent down to hold the basin on the ground.

He was about to go out, but Fu Zhun became dishonest again.

This man didn't even wear shoes, he got up and wanted to go out with Cen Xiao.

Cen Xiao saw this scene as soon as he turned his head, and couldn't get out with the basin in his hand, so he could only lift his foot and kick him back.

"Can you be quiet?" Cen Xiao sighed, and put the basin back under his feet: "Rewash."

He has never served anyone like this since he was a child.

Cen Xiao closed his eyes, and silently recited a sentence in his heart——

Fu Zhun is a pig, he just serves the pig.

After helping him clean up, Cen Xiao didn't bother to go out to pour water, so he pushed the basin against the wall, ready to let Fu Zhun clean up by himself tomorrow.

"Go to bed." Cen Xiao patted Fu Zhun.

"I don't sleep on the top bunk." Fu Zhun repeated again.

Cen Xiao also didn't understand how he could be fooled like this by just a ghost story.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Then you sleep here, I'll sleep on the upper bunk."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Fu Zhun's reaction, and climbed to the upper bunk by himself.

After getting in, he pulled the zipper of the mosquito net, pulled Fu Zhun's quilt and closed his eyes.

However, within 2 minutes, he suddenly heard the sound of the mosquito net being unzipped.

Drunk Fu Zhun climbed to the upper bunk reeking of alcohol again.

Normally, Cen Xiao might have kicked him down.

But now, not only could he not kick him down, but he had to drag him to prevent him from falling.

"You drinking is really a disaster." Cen Xiao sighed, ready to make room for him and go down by himself.

But Fu Zhun blocked him at the end of the bed.

At this moment, the lights have been turned off, and the entire dormitory is immersed in darkness.

Only the faint light coming in from the glass windows in the corridor remained.

With the help of the weak light, Cen Xiao finally saw Fu Zhun's expression clearly.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, his lips were tight, as if he had something on his mind, and he hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to do?" Cen Xiao tilted his head and leaned against the wall, looking helpless.

"I want a hush money." Fu Zhun knelt at the end of the bed, looked at Cen Xiao for a while, and then suddenly leaned forward.

Cen Xiao only pretended that he was drunk and didn't forget to ask for money, while yawning lazily, he pointed to the wardrobe opposite: "It's at the bottom of my wardrobe, take it yourself."

"I don't want money." Fu Zhun suddenly raised his hand to press Cen Xiao's knee, "I want a hush money."

Cen Xiao: "?"

"What is the hush money if it's not money?" Cen Xiao suddenly felt something was wrong.

He was thinking about it, but Fu Zhun had already surrounded him in a corner, and repeated: "Shut up, Fei."

"What?" Cen Xiao looked at Fu Zhun who was less than [-] centimeters away from him, and was a little dumbfounded.

He was thinking about this height, whether pushing Fu Zhun down would cause cerebral palsy.

In such a momentary trance, Fu Zhun stepped in as if he had seized the opportunity.

Before Cen Xiao recovered his senses, Fu Zhun suddenly suppressed him.

The distance between the two was approaching in an instant.

Fortunately, Cen Xiao reacted quickly and turned his head to avoid him.

As a result, in the next moment, he felt that he might as well not hide.

Because Fu Zhun's lips suddenly fell on his neck.

When the warm touch came over, Cen Xiao suddenly trembled, and his whole body froze.

As if Fu Zhun didn't notice it, he buried his head in his neck, kissed and bit him.

The feeling of wetness and numbness came together, and Cen Xiao finally came back to his senses.

He immediately grabbed Fu Zhun by the hair and pulled him up, scolding him, "What are you doing?"

But Fu Zhun just looked at him quietly.

His lips parted slightly, and he took short breaths.

The lips are still wet.

"Do you know who I am?" Cen Xiao suspected that he was drunk and mistook the person, and was a little annoyed.

When he was thinking about how to teach this person a lesson, Fu Zhun suddenly answered him solemnly: "Brother."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Don't fucking call me brother." Cen Xiao usually never swears because of his idol burden, but now he is forced to this point by Fu Zhun.

"What are you doing?" Fu Zhun pulled the corners of his lips suddenly, and smiled in a daze, "You are not allowed to bark at ordinary times, but you are not allowed to bark in your dreams?"

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.

Just as he was about to tell Fu Zhun that you were not dreaming, Fu Zhun pressed down again.

The tips of the teeth bit down on his collarbone with precision.

Cen Xiao gasped, and grabbed Fu Zhun's hair again to force him to stand up.

However, Fu Zhun didn't respond, and still sucked and gnawed on his neck with his head buried.

A faint stabbing pain began to spread, and Cen Xiao unexpectedly felt a little dazed.

The hand holding Fu Zhun suddenly loosened.

I don't know how long it took, until Fu Zhun was so dazed that he fell asleep on his neck, that Cen Xiao slowly raised his hand.

Slowly push Fu Zhun away.

Looking at the instigator who was already asleep, Cen Xiao felt a little annoyed.

He raised his hand to touch his collarbone.

The place was a little stinging and a little wet.

Silently, Cen Xiao twirled his fingertips, and rubbed the wiped things onto Fu Zhun's trouser legs.

"Damn it." He scolded and climbed down from the upper bunk, ready to go to the bathroom to see how he was bitten by the dog.

Standing in front of the mirror, Cen Xiao raised his hand and hooked off his collar.

With the light of the bathroom, he saw a circle of deep red marks on his slightly pale skin.

It seems that there is everything that sucks and bites, and the circle around the collarbone is messy.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but when Cen Xiao stroked his fingertips, he even felt pain, and he didn't know how long it would take to go away.

"Fuck." Cen Xiao let go of the hand hooking his collar, and rubbed his hair irritably.

What the hell is this.

He was actually bitten by a drunk boy?

He couldn't help but began to wonder if Fu Zhun would turn into a dog when he was drunk.

The brain is a little dizzy, and the cheeks are a little hot.

Cen Xiao wandered around the corridor of the dormitory building for a long time by himself.

He didn't return to his dormitory until he regained his composure.

The dormitory has been quiet since Fu Zhun fell asleep.

Cen Xiao was afraid of waking up the drunk and asking for trouble, so he was careful even when he got into his own bed.

He sat on the head of the bed in a daze, listening to the slight turning of the person on the upper bunk.

No sleep for one night.

……

Fu Zhun woke up from hunger at noon the next day.

When he woke up, his whole head was groggy, and he even had a splitting headache.

After struggling for a long time, he couldn't remember it.

But hungry, thirsty and lazy, he subconsciously began to whine and call Cen Xiao.

As a result, no one paid any attention to him after shouting for a long time, and he barely got up from the bed.

After the brain was officially turned on and running, Fu Zhun finally remembered that today was the National Day, and Cen Xiao might have left.

After he slowly got up from the bed, he realized that there was a post-it note on his face.

After tearing it off, he glanced at the content on it——

[Clean the dormitory before leaving. 】

The handwriting is clear and meaningful, and it can be seen that he is the head of the house.

Fu Zhun snorted softly, pasted the post-it note on the head of the bed and finally got out of bed.

As a result, when he climbed out of bed, the first thing he saw were two basins of water by the wall that hadn't been poured yet.

Fu Zhun was startled for a moment.

He knew the basins of these two colors, they were the ones he and Cen Xiao used to wash their feet before going to bed.

Now it is neatly placed in the corner of the wall, and there is still water in it...

Fu Zhun suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked down at his bare feet.

An incredible conjecture emerged in his mind——

Could it be that Cen Xiao helped him wash his feet last night...

Is this something someone with a lot of idol baggage would do?

After being dazed for a while, Fu Zhun suddenly leaned against the wall, raised his hands and buried his face in them.

If there are people in the dormitory now, that lucky viewer can still see Fu Zhun's slightly red ear tips.

It can be called the eighth wonder of the world.