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

After the evening self-study get out of class, Fu Zhun leaned on the table in Zhou Yuancheng's dormitory, talking about the speechless experience of the evening self-study just now—

"Did you dare to believe it? Do you dare to believe that he wants me to enter Tsinghua University?"

"Really, I have met my opponent."

After Cen Xiao said "Master She Chang wants you to enter Tsinghua University", Fu Zhun fell silent suddenly.

When he recovered from Cen Xiao's eloquent teeth, he didn't hesitate any longer, immediately raised his hand, and said resignedly to Xu Qingzhou——

"Teacher, I am the head of the dormitory."

But now, he regretted his decision just now.

Why do you have to talk so much to Cen Xiao about things that can be solved by fighting?

Get yourself into trouble.

In the first year of high school, the head of their dormitory was Zhou Yuancheng.

Points were deducted for forgetting to take out the trash, Zhou Yuancheng was unlucky.

Points were deducted for forgetting to turn off the air conditioner, Zhou Yuancheng was unlucky.

Points were deducted for forgetting to lock the door, Zhou Yuancheng was unlucky.

Even at night, when a roommate was found playing with his mobile phone secretly, the head of the room would be arrested and asked why he didn't remind him to go to bed early?

Can the head of the house control this fucking?

People don't listen even if they don't care.

At this moment, Fu Zhun was inexplicably sad and indignant.

In the end, Zhou Yuancheng laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

The man was lying on the bed in his lower bunk, rolling wildly, and said to the person on the phone: "Fuck, I laughed to death hahaha... Zhong Kai, did you hear that? Drag'er is the head of the house, drag'er is actually Master She!"

The tone was astonishing as if Fu Zhun was the eighth wonder of the world when she was the head of the house.

"Are you sick?" Fu Zhun snatched his mobile phone, hung up the phone, and threw it back on the bed: "Don't beep like a loudspeaker all day long."

"No, don't you think it's funny? Hahahaha..." Zhou Yuancheng leaned against the wall, still laughing non-stop: "You fucking are the head of the house? Are you the head of the house?"

The more he laughed, the more unhappy Fu Zhun became: "What? The head of the house also has rights."

"What right? The right to order people to sweep the floor and take out the trash?" Zhou Yuancheng slapped the bed with a smile, and pointed it out sharply: "I don't believe you gave your roommate a look. He dare not take out the trash."

These words fell into Fu Zhun's ears, making him silent.

After thinking for a few seconds, he seriously replied: "He should really dare."

"Ah yes," Zhou Yuancheng laughed enough before he remembered who his roommate was, and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Your roommate is a big star, how can he take out the trash?"

When he spoke, his tone was sour, and his whole body was like a big lemon fished out of a vinegar vat: "The girls in our class still go to his brother every day. Actually, I don't think he is very handsome. Isn't it a little taller and whiter? I'm not as handsome as you."

"Besides, he pretended to be in debt. If he didn't know, he would think that someone really owed him 500 million. Isn't he just relying on his status to pretend?"

"Show your identity and blind him!"

This can be regarded as a compliment to Fu Zhun, but for some reason, it just fell into Fu Zhun's ears and made him feel uncomfortable.

He frowned slightly and pondered for a while. Although he didn't figure out why, he still decided to pick up Zhou Yuancheng's pillow and start beating him up: "Why does my roommate have none of your business? Do you want you to talk so much behind his back?"

After speaking, he also remembered a new word on the Internet, and he had to use it to show off: "You are a fucking lemon."

Zhou Yuancheng, who felt very innocent: "..."

"No, I'm just wondering, why are you angry when I praise you?" Zhou Yuancheng regained his senses and got up from the bed in a daze.

He was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Fu Zhun with astonishment: "You are not really his fan, are you? You shouldn't..."

He had never seen Fu Zhun meddling in other people's affairs and helping others.

"Who is his fan?" Fu Zhun angrily threw the pillow back on the bed, rubbed his hair and suddenly remembered something, squinted his eyes, and asked coldly: "Why do the girls in your class call him brother?"

Zhou Yuancheng: "?"

This focus was so strange that Zhou Yuancheng was caught off guard.

He observed Fu Zhun's expression for a long while, and hesitated to speak.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, he hesitated and said: "Then if you want to follow suit, it's not impossible."

Fu Zhun was startled, and suddenly turned cold: "...Who wants to call him brother? Get lost."

Unable to understand why Fu Zhun suddenly lost his temper, Zhou Yuancheng restrained his expression, and explained carefully: "He used to play the role of the brother next door, haven't you watched it? Your father has invested in so many dramas, you Don't you care at all?"

"How can I remember so much." Fu Zhun snorted softly, turned around and opened Zhou Yuancheng's cabinet door, took out his hair dryer and shook it: "I almost forgot the business. Lend me this thing, and return it to you later."

Zhou Yuancheng had a new hairstyle last night, and this time he specially brought a hair dryer for the start of school.

It's still the kind of pink and white that a macho must have, it's a baby.

Seeing that his precious hair dryer was taken away now, Zhou Yuancheng felt that the world had turned into black and white, without a gleam of brilliance.

With a jerk, he walked forward quickly and touched his precious hair dryer: "Are you really paying me back? The new one I bought hasn't been used yet, and I'm just waiting to get up tomorrow morning to blow my hair. They all said it was a hair dryer. An artifact for flirting with girls."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun looked at Zhou Yuancheng's collapsed nose of the plane without a word, and complained to him without a trace of conscience: "Your hair looks better if you don't blow it."

Zhou Yuancheng: "..."

"Also," Fu Zhun walked to the door, couldn't help but turned around and continued, "The meaning of this 'sister teaser' is probably to give the hair dryer to my sister."

"..."

"It's not for your own use."

"..."

When Fu Zhun returned to the dormitory with Zhou Yuancheng's hair dryer, Cen Xiao happened to come back from the shower.

He walked towards me from the end of the corridor with something.

Just after going to the bathroom to take a cold shower, Cen Xiao's hair was still wet, and the water dripped on his hair.

In addition to the several dormitories passing by, some people came in and out without closing the doors tightly, and the air-conditioning air came out along the cracks in the doors.

And Cen Xiao had a cold face, even if it was Xia Tian, ​​he felt that this person was chilling all the way here.

While wiping his hair with a towel, Cen Xiao looked up at Fu Zhun, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the pink and white hair dryer in his hand. After being stunned for half a second, he suddenly snorted, and made a rare joke: "Is the illegal electrical appliance cute? Then you don’t need to deduct points? The head of the house?”

He just thought it was Fu Zhun who was going to have his hair blown and styled tomorrow morning.

So after he teased him like this, he didn't expect Fu Zhun to say anything good.

He turned around and pushed open the door of the dormitory, not intending to listen to Fu Zhun's answer seriously.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun said sarcastically from behind: "If you have the ability, don't infect me with a cold."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Your head of the house made a big sacrifice, understand?"

"..."

"Do you know how many people have to bargain for the price of this pink and white macho hair dryer on Pinxixi?"

"..."

Cen Xiao paused, then looked back at Fu Zhun speechlessly.

After the two looked at each other for two seconds, Cen Xiao looked down at the hair dryer in his hand again, and asked like a ghost, "Is this borrowed from me?"

"Then what else?" Fu Zhun put the hair dryer on his desk.

He was suffocating in his heart, and even borrowed his hair dryer, he still didn't forget to complain: "Could it be that I have to use a hair dryer to soak my feet to survive?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Not understanding that this person can't even say good things about good deeds, he twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, and uttered two words very weakly: "Thank you."

After a pause, Cen Xiao inexplicably felt a little embarrassed, and wanted to add another sarcasm: "The head of the house really took great pains to keep himself from catching a cold."

"That's for sure. My mother gets along with you day and night every day. I get up together in the morning and sleep together in the evening. If there is anything wrong with you, I won't be the first to suffer?"

"Even facing my dad, I haven't kept within one meter of him every day."

Fu Zhun snorted coldly, and regardless of Cen Xiao's reaction, he turned around and picked up the hot water bottle in the corner to go downstairs to fetch water.

He didn't forget to turn his head when he walked to the door, and added a serious sentence with a stinky face——

"I'm very delicate."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao was silent, and looked at the pink and white hair dryer on the table.

He finally understood that Fu Zhun was somewhat of a little princess.

The words "young master's disease" can no longer describe Fu Zhun, because "princess disease" would be more appropriate.

Cen Xiao gave a "tsk", thinking that this poor man still has princess disease.

I don't know how to develop it, maybe his parents are spoiling him.

When he packed up his things and was about to dry his hair, Fu Zhun happened to come back after fetching water.

The other two roommates in the next class also came back with schoolbags on their backs.

Cen Xiao glanced at his watch subconsciously: "Are you back so late?"

"Hey, don't mention it." Zhang Lechen waved his hands, and said with a sad face: "The people in our class are too perverted."

Zou Qihang also sighed beside him.

Class [-] is a science experiment class, and everyone in the class will be a member of Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future, so the teachers in the class are all top-notch.

Usually, the study atmosphere in the class is surprisingly good. After the evening self-study get out of class, they have to stay and continue to study the questions, or the top students gather together to discuss the questions.

Zhang Lechen and Zou Qihang watched the other students in the class work so hard at the beginning of school, so naturally they didn't want to be left behind.

Simply stay and learn together.

"I guess, we will have to come back so late every day in the future." Zhang Lechen let out a deep breath, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and asked casually, "Aren't you hot? Why haven't you turned on the air conditioner after you've been back for so long?"

Cen Xiao who just took a cold shower: "..."

Knowing that Cen Xiao had just taken a cold shower, Fu Zhun said, "..."

The two looked at each other inexplicably, without speaking, they turned their heads and continued to do their respective things.

When the air conditioner sounded, Zhang Lechen put the remote control back on the table, turned around and saw the hair dryer on Cen Xiao's table, suddenly realized: "Ah, do you want to dry your hair? Just finished washing?"

"En." Cen Xiao glanced at the pink hair dryer again, and nodded lightly.

"Oh, then you have to hurry up, there are 5 minutes to turn off the lights, and then the socket will be cut off." Zhang Lechen didn't think anything was wrong, and kindly reminded.

Cen Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and after thanking him, he connected the hair dryer to the electricity, and planned to dry his hair in these 5 minutes.

Unexpectedly, less than ten seconds after he turned on the hair dryer, the whole dormitory was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Fu Zhun, who had finished washing and was lying on the upper bunk bed playing with his mobile phone, thought that the lights were turned off, so he poked his head out and said to Cen Xiao, "Turn off the light switch, or it will be on at five o'clock tomorrow morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the housekeeper aunt suddenly rushed to the corridor on the second floor and shouted aggressively——

"Who uses illegal appliances on the second floor?!"

"It's all tripping!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun: "..."