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

As soon as Fu Zhun said this, everyone in the dormitory fell silent.

Cen Xiao had nothing to say, but the chubby guy at the door didn't dare to say anything.

Chubby Zhou Yuancheng felt that this world was magical.

Fu Zhun hasn't taken a shower yet, why is water in his head? !

Is this still their drag? !

"Hey, Ah Ya." Zhou Yuancheng raised his elbow and pushed Fu Zhun, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you still take this kind of job? Are you getting close to other big stars?"

Fu Zhun let out a casual "ah" and said perfunctorily, "Maybe I'm his fan."

Zhou Yuancheng 1 people didn't believe this nonsense.

Fu Zhun's life is very monotonous. Apart from going to school, painting and playing games, there are few other things that can occupy most of his time.

It is impossible to chase stars, let alone a male star who is not much older than him.

Can this be an inspirational idol?Inspirational fart.

"Do you believe this yourself?" Zhou Yuancheng was a little speechless to him, "You say you are his black fan, but I can still believe a little bit, you are his fan? Huh?"

Zhou Yuancheng's contemptuous question made Fu Zhun a little impatient.

He slapped Zhou Yuancheng's backhand with a slap, and pushed back Zhou Yuancheng's head, which was trying to gossip: "Go take a shower and leave your father alone."

Zhou Yuancheng pursed his mouth in disbelief, and glanced at Fu Zhun's indifferent expression, knowing that he was bored, so he could only go to take a bath alone in desperation.

By the way, he will share the shocking secret he discovered with his group of friends.

Seeing the whispering person at the door finally leave, Cen Xiao was silent for a while and asked, "Where is the bathing place?"

"Go through the path on the left of the second canteen." Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows, "Don't go on the right, the one on the right is the girls' bathroom."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao pursed his lower lip and nodded calmly: "Got it."

Anyway, it's just a shower, the bathroom is steaming, who wants to look at others?

Thinking of this, Cen Xiao's psychological construction has almost been done.

He took a deep breath, put his clothes and toiletries in the basin, and prepared to go out.

As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Fu Zhun.

He glanced at the change of clothes that Cen Xiao was holding, and after looking away silently, he suddenly asked, "Have you got a meal card?"

"Meal card?" Cen Xiao raised his eyes: "What are you doing with the meal card?"

"Where can you get hot water without your meal card?" Fu Zhun snorted lightly, took out his meal card, and gestured to him by the door frame: "Insert the card, charge, and get water, understand?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Generally, we have to take a bath for two or three yuan every day." Fu Zhun explained leisurely, "There are also quick ones, which can be cheaper."

"What the hell?" Cen Xiao suddenly felt that he might really be short-sighted.

He had never experienced this kind of life.

Didn't everyone say that Dejia is rich and powerful, and all the majestic buildings can be used to film scenes for movies?

Why doesn't the dormitory even have a private bathroom?

Even the water bill for bathing is so fussy.

Probably guessing what Cen Xiao was thinking, Fu Zhun twitched the corners of his lips suddenly, and smiled meaningfully: "The new dormitory with private bathroom is still under construction, and it is estimated that we will be able to live in it next year. We have suffered a lot this year. Big star."

Cen Xiao: "..."

After closing his eyes in despair, Cen Xiao calmed down, finally opened his eyes and asked after calming down, "Are there any hotels around?"

"Not enough time." Fu Zhun raised his hand and raised his "cottage" watch, his tone was light and light: "get out of class ends at [-]:[-], and evening self-study at [-]:[-]. Not only do you have to take a bath, but you also have to eat , and now..."

He turned his wrist over and glanced at the time: "It's five fifty-five."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"I see." After exhaling, Cen Xiao picked up his meal card from the table expressionlessly, and threw it into the basin: "Let's go."

"Yo?" Hearing his inviting "Let's go", Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows in surprise, and followed him out: "Do you really need special services? There will be an additional charge for this item."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao, who was walking in front, paused. After a moment of silence, he suddenly quickened his pace, and said coldly, "Get lost."

Senior high school students are given special treatment, and get out of class 10 minutes earlier than senior high school students.

So when Cen Xiao got to the bathroom, one or two batches of high school seniors had already washed up and left, it was not as crowded as it was at first.

But even with fewer people in the shower area, the changing area is still overcrowded.

People who have taken a shower have to squeeze out desperately, and I don't know how many people who haven't showered have sweated along the way.

The temperature is high, and the smell of sweat permeates from the inside out.

Even standing at the door, he couldn't resist the smell.

Cen Xiao hesitated for a while, turned his head to take a breath of fresh air, and walked inside almost holding his breath.

He never thought that he would have to bear such pain.

After walking for a long time with the smell of sweat and damp, Cen Xiao finally found an empty cabinet in the corner of the dressing area.

He opened the cabinet door and was about to put his own things in, only to find that the cabinet was very dilapidated, the iron sheet was mottled by the damp, and there was even a rusty smell.

Cen Xiao: "..."

The psychological construction he had just made collapsed at this moment.

He slammed the cabinet door shut with a stinky face, and turned to look for other cabinets.

As a result, he turned his head and bumped into Fu Zhun who was oncoming.

He glanced at the cabinet that Cen Xiao had thrown, and asked casually, "What? Leave it to me?"

"It's rusted." Cen Xiao pursed his lips, and it took him a long time to squeeze out these two words.

"Then make do with it. Anyway, there is a basin, and the clothes don't touch it." Fu Zhun, who has been in Dejia for more than a year, has seen strong winds and waves, and is not surprised by this kind of rusty cabinet.

He directly raised his hand to open the cabinet door and put the basin in.

Cen Xiao silently watched his smooth movements.

It wasn't until Fu Zhun was about to take off his shirt that Cen Xiao finally came back to his senses.

Because Fu Zhun suddenly turned his head and said, "What? Wait for me to take off your clothes for you?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

After a moment of silence, he replied with a cold face: "Don't bother you."

After speaking, he picked up his things and turned to leave.

Fu Zhun paused, and asked, "Aren't you going to wash?"

"I'll wash after my evening self-study." Cen Xiao replied without turning his head, with an indescribable irritability in his voice.

Fu Zhun was slightly taken aback, and was about to tell him that there was no hot water after evening self-study, when he saw that Cen Xiao had already gone a long way.

……

Cen Xiao was sweating like this, went to the cafeteria to buy a sandwich for dinner, and walked back to the classroom while eating.

Today, art students do not draw in evening self-study, it is said that it is because Xu Qingzhou seems to want to select class cadres for this evening self-study.

He silently sat down in the corner.

In their place, the fans are not on the top of their heads, so they can only rub against the fans in front of them. It is really a bit difficult in summer.

Cen Xiao was already sweating all over, but now his dryness was getting worse.

He glanced at the window next to him, and raised his hand to push it open.

As a result, I pushed twice and did not push.

Just as Cen Xiao raised his eyes to see if it was locked, he suddenly saw a hand one step ahead of him——

His bony fingers rested on the depressed lock, and with a slight lift from top to bottom, the lock on the window was opened.

The owner of that hand was standing behind Cen Xiao.

The moment he sat down, the air was filled with the faint fragrance of shower gel.

Cen Xiao's breath was stagnant, and he silently shed tears of envy in his heart with no expression on his face.

He also wants to take a bath.

He had always thought that living in a dormitory was a way to get rid of Meng Zhen.

But now it seems that not only did he not get rid of Meng Zhen, he also made himself a bad man.

While he was bored alone, the person sitting next to him suddenly said leisurely: "I advise you to skip class and take a shower now. There is no hot water after evening self-study."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao was startled, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Then I'll take a cold shower."

Fu Zhun couldn't help raising his eyebrows at these words: "Is the big star a good boy?"

"Can't you?" Cen Xiao glanced at him.

"Okay." Fu Zhun shrugged, and casually took out a book from the pile of books in the upper left corner.

This action made Cen Xiao pause, and subconsciously blurted out: "Are you reading?"

"What?" Fu Zhun didn't turn his head, opened the book and wrote his name on the title page, and asked casually, "Can't evil forces learn? I am a cultured evil force."

Cen Xiao: "..."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared at the back door entering the classroom.

Cen Xiao, who turned his head sideways, caught a glimpse of someone there from the corner of his eye, but he didn't know who it was.

After pausing for half a second, he turned his head back and buried himself in the book.

But Fu Zhun was still beeping: "Don't look down on our evil forces, our evil forces are also easy to learn, you don't understand the days of learning..."

He said that he didn't get a response from Cen Xiao for a long time, and he frowned unconsciously, as if he was not very happy: "Why are you still putting on airs and ignoring others?"

"Who is like you who opens his mouth all day long?" Chen Huhu walked up behind him, raised his hand and smacked Fu Zhun's head.

Fu Zhun: "..."

He tilted his head forward, raised his head and looked at Cen Xiao in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.

As if to say——

You are such a fucking dog!

Cen Xiao: "..."

For some reason, this scene made Cen Xiao want to laugh inexplicably.

He raised the corner of his lips at an angle that Fu Zhun could not see, and coughed lightly to hide his smile.

Chen Huo glanced at another corner of the classroom. Seeing that the people over there didn't notice him, and didn't seem to stop at all, he raised his voice and asked, "Let me see who is still talking?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the whole class was instantly silent.

Qian Zhaoyang, who was still running around the classroom just now, immediately squatted down, crawled back to his seat on his knees.

Cen Xiao subconsciously sat up straight, and took out a book from the pile of books to pretend.

Chen Huhu walked around the classroom with his hands behind his back. Seeing that no one dared to make another mistake, he left and went to the next lucky class.

So when Xu Qingzhou came, the whole class was unexpectedly well-behaved.

He thought it was the self-consciousness of the classmates in the class.

Fan Zhi's self-confidence blinded his eyes, so that when he saw Fu Zhun reading a book, he subconsciously said: "Fu Zhun has a good attitude towards learning! Do you have to choose a class when you are selecting class cadres later?" On behalf of the team leader Dangdang?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Thank you, teacher, for your kindness." Fu Zhunsheng raised his head irresistibly, "I would like to give this honor to my deskmate."

After speaking, the tail of the pen in his hand was already facing Cen Xiao.

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Then you two go together." Xu Qingzhou waved his hands jokingly, ignored them, and walked to the podium.

At this moment, Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun didn't realize that something was wrong, they just thought Xu Qingzhou was just joking.

Although today is just the day of registration, during the summer art training, the students in the class have almost known each other.

Except Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun.

Cen Xiao transferred here temporarily, so it's normal that he doesn't know everyone well.

But Fu Zhun, a painter, seemed like he didn't attend classes during the summer vacation, and he didn't know anyone in the class at all.

Regarding this, Fu Zhun spread his arms and said, "I really didn't go to class."

Cen Xiao: "?"

"Why? Can you keep up with your professional courses?" Cen Xiao looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

In the end, Fu Zhun suddenly pointed at himself, and said brazenly: "I am very talented, but because of the evil money, I didn't go to class, understand?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

The translation is, I am poor and have no money to go to class, but I am awesome and I can keep up.

Cen Xiao couldn't help but sympathize with this tablemate.

No wonder even the rusty cabinets can be removed. I don't know how hard life was before.

Cen Daxing, who grew up smoothly since childhood, gave his poor tablemate a sympathetic look.

At this moment, several students on the podium who are running for class cadres have finished their speeches, and Xu Qingzhou is organizing the students below to vote: "Students tear up a piece of draft paper each, and you don't need to write your own name, just write on the paper. The name of the classmate you support is fine."

Cen Xiao casually tore off a piece of paper from the draft book as he said.

He caught a glimpse of Fu Zhun's movements from the corner of his eye, thought for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Fu Zhun's arm: "Don't tear it up."

Fu Zhun: "?"

He looked at the hand on his arm inexplicably.

In just a second, Cen Xiao retracted his hand,

His white and slender fingers looked a little out of place on the rough draft paper issued by the school.

I don't know why Cen Xiao even folds the draft paper as if he is doing exquisite manual work.

After folding it in half, he cut the paper in half and handed it to his poor tablemate.

Fu Zhun glanced at it, but didn't answer it. He raised his eyelids and looked at his deskmate inexplicably.

Then he heard his "beautiful and kind-hearted" big star deskmate say: "Save some paper."

In just five words, Fu Zhun actually heard another meaning from it.

It's as if a voice-over is saying—

You are poor.

Fu Zhun: "..."