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

No one knows that in a corner of a certain classroom on the top floor of the Houde Building, an undercurrent is surging.

The atmosphere between Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun became extremely delicate.

Even the air is mixed with a trace of anxiety.

It's not unreasonable for Fu Zhun to be promoted to the throne of De Jia's first brother by his cousin.

After all, it only took him seventeen hours to knock Cen Xiao's cute mask that he had worn for 17 years to pieces.

There is even a tendency to shatter.

For some reason, when Cen Xiao faced this person, he felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

It made him unable to cheer up to act, and he was too lazy to pretend.

Now he feels like he's broken.

Anyway, he had seen the worst fights, so what else did it matter?

After thinking it over, Cen Xiao completely let himself go.

He took out a book from the belly of the table and swiped the phone on the table to the left.

The phone slid straight onto Fu Zhun's desktop and stopped.

"Get lost, don't talk to me." Cen Xiao pursed his lips and opened the book, his voice showing a resisting indifference.

Fu Zhun looked at the mobile phone that had slid onto his desk, and asked after a moment of silence, "Are you angry?"

"No." Cen Xiao replied casually, not even knowing him from the corner of the eye, he took out a pen and began to write his name on his book.

Fu Zhun watched silently from the side. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly issued a torture from the depths of his soul: "Then why do you tell me to go?"

It sounds strange, and it is impossible to refute with reason.

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao was so provoked by him that he didn't even want to put his finger on it.

His left hand resting on the table moved quickly, his slender fingers curled up slightly, and he gave Fu Zhun a middle finger.

Fu Zhun: "..."

"A big star would still do such a rude move?" Fu Zhun was very surprised to see it.

He acted like he had never seen the world, and even reached out to grab Cen Xiao's wrist, trying to grab his hand to see if there was any magical structure.

"Are you sick?" Cen Xiao suddenly withdrew his hand from his palm, twisted his wrist, and his bones made a clear creaking sound.

This sound stunned Fu Zhun, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately became unhappy: "What are you doing? You still want to beat me up?"

I don't know if he did it on purpose, but the volume of his words was a bit loud, even a bit abrupt in a noisy classroom.

The students in the classroom all fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere froze for three seconds. Seeing that there was no movement on their side, everyone returned to their original noisy state.

Only Cen Xiao and the two classmates in front of Fu Zhun didn't dare to say anything from the beginning to the end.

The person in front of Fu Zhun was called He Yipeng, and he had heard of Fu Zhun's thunderous name a long time ago.

In his impression, Fu Zhun was a rich man with a bad temper. He usually walks sideways in school and has a younger brother who collects protection fees all day long.

But less than a day after school started, He Yipeng's inherent impression of Fu Zhun was shattered.

Just being rich doesn't qualify!

Fu Zhun actually asked Cen Xiao to help him chop up Xixi, can you believe it? !

Can you fucking believe it? !

Is this something a rich man with a big family can do? !

He Yipeng felt that this should be his job!

Now his three views are dancing on the edge of the fuse of the gunpowder barrel, and he may be blown apart at any time.

He even felt for a moment that maybe Fu Zhun was not as rich as the rumors?

Maybe he is a poor man!

So he subconsciously turned his head and took a sneak peek——

On Fu Zhun's wrist, the dial of the limited-edition watch of a certain famous brand was shining under the reflection of the sun outside the window.

The light blinded him.

He had a feeling that he had been blinded by a flash.

In the next second, tears flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Probably because He Yipeng's gaze was too intense to be ignored, Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun looked up at him in unison.

Their eyes were unexpectedly the same, as if they were asking him——

What are you looking at?Have you never seen Shuaibi?

He Yipeng was looked at a little cowardly, but he was a little deliberate when he turned back, so he could only make random excuses and said, "Brother Yan, your watch looks pretty good, where did you buy it?"

After speaking, he wanted to slap himself.

Why ask this? !I can't afford it myself, maybe I will be ridiculed by Fu Zhun.

Taking a deep breath, when He Yipeng had completed his psychological construction and was waiting for Fu Zhun to sneer at him...

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhun was surprisingly easy to talk to.

He suddenly raised his hand, pointed the glowing dial at him just now, and said leisurely nonsense——

"Are you envious? Do you want it? I chopped it off on Xixi."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He Yipeng: "..."

He Yipeng didn't expect him to be so down-to-earth, he laughed a few times without embarrassment, and echoed: "Then I'll cut one too, thank you brother dragging for your advice."

After speaking, he turned back in panic and whispered to his deskmate.

Cen Xiao at the side suddenly fell silent.

He didn't expect Fu Zhun to be so poor that even his watch was fake.

Forget about copycats, but they were hacked for free?

I don't know how many people were begged along the way.

After a pause, an inexplicable sympathy suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, overwhelming the anger just now.

He felt that Fu Zhun collected the protection fee probably because he had no money.

After all, learning art burns money.Fu Zhun stayed in this class, and he couldn't even go to school without any money.

"Are you short of money?" Cen Xiao's eyes fell on his watch, and he looked at it for a few seconds: "I think your watch is quite real."

Fu Zhun's eyes fell on his watch, and he said casually: "Isn't a fake one just a picture of the same model? Who will buy it if it doesn't look real?"

After a short pause, Fu Zhun suddenly said, "What? You wouldn't be at the same table with you and have the rigid requirement of being worth over [-] million?"

"No." Cen Xiao was speechless, "Whether you have money or not is none of my business?"

"Oh, isn't it because you are afraid of embarrassing the big star?" Fu Zhun laughed inexplicably with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Cen Xiao didn't quite understand the inevitable logical relationship between them: "You don't feel ashamed yourself, so why should I be ashamed?"

"That's right." Fu Zhun nodded, "Can the big star cut me a knife? Because I'm so poor?"

After a few seconds of silence, Cen Xiao said a few more words to him this time: "I really don't have a mobile phone. It's at my mother's place. Let's wait for the next opportunity."

Seeing him let go, Fu Zhun let out a low "Oh" and didn't bother him anymore.

The atmosphere between the two was unexpectedly harmonious.

Even He Yipeng and Xu Zhiyao, who were sitting in front of them, pricked up their gossip ears.

After one afternoon passed, the two of them already had a preliminary understanding of these two gods——

Big stars don't talk much, but if they really want to talk to him, they won't be ignored.

And Fu Zhun... actually talked a lot of nonsense.

He spent an afternoon telling the big star how poor he was, how bad the Chinese cabbage harvest was at home, and how unpalatable the pig at home was as thin as skin and bones.

Even his pigs will go to his family's Chinese cabbage!

He Yipeng, who was sitting in front, frowned, and couldn't help but look back at Fu Zhun's watch that exudes the smell of RMB.

With just one glance, he was turned back again by the flash.

Scratching his head, He Yipeng secretly took out his mobile phone and quickly downloaded Pin Xixi.

……

After class in the afternoon, during the big break for dinner, Cen Xiao's mind was full of the magical scene of Fu Zhun's pig beating his cabbage.

He didn't know why he seemed to be brainwashed.

After a pause, Cen Xiao stood in front of his dormitory, raised his hand in a daze, and rubbed his hair.

He frantically wanted to get rid of the cabbage pig in his mind.

After exhaling, Cen Xiao finally pushed open the dormitory door after he had adjusted his mood.

This was the first time he met his roommate.

Their dormitory is a mix of people from two classes. There are two people in the experimental class and two people in the art class.

Because there were only two boys left in the previous class, Cen Xiao, who was in front of the first letter row, was naturally arranged into the mixed class dormitory.

As soon as he entered the room, the two boys in the experimental class were stunned.

"Ah, you are that..." One of the boys looked surprised, pointed at Cen Xiao, opened and closed his mouth for a long time before saying the nickname: "Xiao Erlang!"

Cen Xiao: "?"

"What Xiao Erlang?!" The boy next to him gave him a fist: "He is Xiao Yang Jian!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Hello." Out of politeness, Cen Xiao nodded calmly, "I'm Cen Xiao."

"Ah, hello, hello!" At the beginning, the boy with a big mouth rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "My name is Zhang Lechen, and his name is Zou Qihang. We are both in Class [-]."

After a pause, they realized that there were still few people in the dormitory. "There should be another dormitory in your class, right? Didn't you come with me?"

After being reminded by the two of them, Cen Xiao realized that there was still one person missing in the dormitory: "No, I don't know who it is."

He did not pay attention to the dormitory list posted next to the blackboard, but just remembered the dormitory number that Xu Qingzhou told him at the beginning.

"Why hasn't this person come here... Do you still remember who is behind your student number? Usually they are sorted by initials, maybe the surname behind you is Deng? Dai? Is there anyone surnamed Deng in your class?"

Cen Xiao just came here for a day, so he didn't even remember all the people, he didn't have the slightest clue, so he could only shake his head truthfully.

"Feng? Fang?"

Cen Xiao didn't know why these two people were so obsessed with finding out who their roommates were, and didn't know how to interrupt them for a moment, so they could only keep shaking their heads.

"Fan? Fu?"

Cen Xiao was thinking that I wouldn't know even if you guessed it, but then he heard that familiar word——

Fu.

An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of my heart.

Just as he was thinking, the door behind him suddenly creaked open.

Cen Xiao's back stiffened, and he froze in place.

"Yo, what a coincidence, big star." Fu Zhun's voice came from behind him.

I don't know what he did just now, he left earlier than Cen Xiao, and came later than Cen Xiao.

Still sweating profusely, he walked in leisurely.

Zhang Lechen and Zou Qihang saw that the remaining roommate was Fu Zhun, and immediately fell silent.

I don't know what unreasonable things Fu Zhun did before, which made the two of them look at each other for a long time, and their exaggerated acting skills came online instantly, and they laughed, "Ah! It's so hot today."

"Ah! It's just hot."

"Ah! I'm sweating a lot."

"Ah! Then let's go take a bath!"

"Ah! Let me rub your back!"

"Ah! I'll rub your back too!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Then Cen Xiao watched with a question mark on his head as the two of them hooked up shoulder to shoulder and went out happily.

Still holding a basin and a change of clothes in hand.

The back looks like a trace of panic.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong with this picture?

Why do you have to go out to take a shower?

Is there no bathroom in this dormitory?

When this terrifying thought flashed through his mind, Cen Xiao's face froze instantly.

He quickly walked around the small dormitory, except for a balcony, he didn't see anything like a shower in the bathroom.

Just when he was still thinking about the structure of this dormitory, the familiar little chubby suddenly passed by the door.

As before, he raised his neck and shouted to Fu Zhun: "Tuaer, let's go, or the bathhouse will be crowded again later."

Cen Xiao: "?"

This slightly unfamiliar word suddenly broke into Cen Xiao's brain.

"Bathroom?" Cen Xiao was stunned for a moment, suddenly as if lost in a maze, he could only grab the only straw to save his life, and looked at Fu Zhun who was looking for a towel beside him in astonishment.

"Ang, what's the matter?" Fu Zhun took out the towel from the open suitcase and hung it on his shoulder, then nodded suddenly as if suddenly enlightened: "Ah, don't you understand? Can the public bathroom understand?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"I understand." Cen Xiao's words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

"Huh? Then what's the problem?" Fu Zhun blinked at him suspiciously as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Cen Xiao stood there hesitating for a long time, but swallowed back what was in his heart.

He himself felt too hypocritical.

After all, he is a big man, and he is embarrassed to go to the public bathroom to take a bath.

You can't be laughed at if you say it?

After a moment of silence, he still decided to keep his mouth shut, and turned around to find his own change of clothes, without saying a word.

Fu Zhun, who was about to go out, suddenly turned back, leaned against the door and stared at him for a while.

It wasn't until Cen Xiao took out his change of clothes from the closet that he realized that Fu Zhun was staring at him.

Cen Daxing, who was not in a pretty mood at first, is not in a pretty mood now.

He turned his eyes away in displeasure, and didn't look at Fu Zhun again.

But his gaze was really hot, even if Cen Xiao opened his eyes, he could still feel the clear and hot gaze.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Zhun, who had been staring at him, finally spoke——

"What were you so awkward about?"

"No."

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Fu Zhun let out a "tsk" and frowned, "Do you envy the two of them for having their backs rubbed?"

Cen Xiao: "?"

"If you need this special service, I can also reluctantly provide it."

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"It's just that, this is another price."

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