not as sweet as you

In fact, I don't really want to see what's inside.

It's just that Huo Xingzhou is very bad, the more he hides it, the more he wants to tease him.

"Don't peek at my things." Luo Xing said.

"...You have He's Bi in it? I really want to peek at it, but you dare to splatter me with blood?" Huo Xingzhou saw that he was scared, and deliberately stretched out his hand to tease him, seeing that he really shrank back, With her wrist resting on his bed, she unconsciously picked the corner of the quilt.

What kind of joke is this.

"...You beg me to not even look at it, just keep it." Huo Xingzhou took two steps back and laughed: "Don't show it, it will burn my eyes."

Luo Xing covered the small broken box with a quilt, looked back at him, probably felt uneasy, and added another layer of pillows.

"..."

Huo Xingzhou turned around and left, stood at the table and drank a few sips of water before going to bed.

Luo Xing put the things he got from the life teacher into the basin one by one, then found his own change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

He still has some clothes and books in the No. [-] Middle School. Hu Jiawen said that this week is a big holiday, and there are no classes on Saturday and Sunday, so he happened to go there and bring them as much as possible.

Their three-person dormitory is different from the ordinary eight-person dorm, and the conditions are much better. He is not used to taking a bath with others, which is convenient.

After taking a shower, he washed his clothes again. Remembering what Feng Jia said, he carefully checked whether there was anything dirty in the bathroom, and it took nearly four or ten minutes before he came out.

Feng Jia had already finished playing the game and went to bed, and the acquaintance asked Luo Xing: "Luo Xing help me get some water, there is water on my slippers, and I have to wipe my feet after wearing them."

Just as Luo Xing was about to go to bed, he hummed in a good temper, walked over to the table and brought it to him.

Feng Jia took a sip, took the time to say thank you, and hurriedly said, "Fuck, it's over, I'm going to die, where did this bastard come from, it killed me, and I didn't even find out where he was. Huo Xingzhou, you are the only hope in the village, live with my last wish."

Luo Xing glanced at it, it was a very popular game nowadays.

Feng Jia turned the camera to Huo Xingzhou, saw someone standing in front of him, and asked, "Are you playing? Next time we call Li Lefan, four rows."

Luo Xing shook his head, his ears...couldn't hear such subtle sounds, and couldn't play.

"What's the point of not playing games? Do you just study? You still want to compete with our monitor for the first place. Be careful that Huo Xingzhou beats you up." Feng Jia handed the cup to Luo Xing in complete incomprehension: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Luo Xing took Feng Jia's cup and put it back on the table, neither feeling sorry nor feeling too much.

He spent the first 17 years of his life studying, and he didn't know what else to do besides studying, except for him... only studying hard could make him feel alive.

But, why did he compete with Ye Qiaoqiao for the first place, and Huo Xingzhou wanted to... beat him?

Luo Xing raised his head and glanced at the bed by the window.

Huo Xingzhou moved his fingertips, and a decisive and loud gunshot exploded, followed by several consecutive gunshots. Feng Jia kicked off the bed, "This gun is awesome."

He moved too much, causing Huo Xingzhou's bed to shake, and his hands shook a few times.

"Speak well and don't kick the bed."

Luo Xing saw that his frown quickly stretched out again, his nose bridge was high and his brows were deep-set, his face was slightly lowered to reflect his smooth and beautiful mandible, which remained unchanged.

He's still as good-looking as he was ten years ago.

Huo Xingzhou caught a glimpse of Luo Xing in a daze from the corner of his eye, but he didn't take the time to look at him. When he finished killing all the characters, a line popped up on the screen: Good luck, he raised his eyes after eating chicken at night, and glanced at the opposite bed.

Luo Xing was going up the ladder, holding both sides with both hands, stepping on the railing with his thin white legs, until his ankles were smooth and white, a small piece of fair skin was exposed on his back waist, and there was no fat or fat on his soft waist muscle.

If you take a closer look, you can see that there are two shallow dimples in the back of the waist.

Well, if you hold the waist from the back with both hands, you can just press it there.

"Why don't you turn off the lights after taking a shower." Huo Xingzhou threw his phone to the end of the bed, pulled off the quilt loosely and lay down, turned his head and glanced at the opposite side: "We don't allow the bad habit of studying all night in our dormitory. Do you hear me?"

Luo Xing was turning his back and didn't hear him speak.

Huo Xingzhou didn't get a response, Feng Jia just got up to go to the bathroom, she almost laughed silly: "Hahaha what a bad habit, Huo Xingzhou, you have today, you did a good job, Luo Xing, just ignore him."

Feng Jia's voice was loud. Luo Xing heard it this time. He turned his head and took a quick glance at Huo Xingzhou. He just...didn't you hear me.

Afraid of missing his words again, he stared closely at Huo Xingzhou's lips, moved them, and said, "Ignore the pull, who cares."

Luo Xing pursed his lips, and didn't say that he had some problems with his ears, for fear that he would discover his incompleteness and strange vision.

Feng Jia said while walking: "Although studying is not allowed, I support the behavior of playing games all night. When the time comes, you and I will vote twice against Huo Xingzhou."

Luo Xing looked at Huo Xingzhou, then lowered his head and whispered, "...No, no need, I won't."

Huo Xingzhou didn't speak, and with his eyes closed, he didn't know if he was asleep or not. Feng Jia had already entered the bathroom.

Speechless for a while.

Luo Xing got into the quilt, quietly looked at his side face behind the Davidia involucrata plant.

He shares a dorm with Huo Xingzhou!

It's okay in the future, looking at him secretly like this, I suddenly feel that this flower branch is in a good position.

After staying up for a day and a night in a row, and rushing to the hospital to see the principal, Luo Xing was already very tired, and almost fell asleep within a few seconds after touching the bed.

When Feng Jia came out, she saw that he was already asleep, and she stared at Huo Xingzhou dumbfounded, "Damn, this instant sleep skill is too strong."

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyes, looked at his face which was slightly covered by the branches of Davidia involucrata, and his sleepy face was full of obedience, he said, "Why, do you want to wake him up and chat with you for 5 minutes?"

Feng Jiaru faced the enemy: "No, no, I can't chat with my classmates with good grades for 5 minutes."

Feng Jia said again: "Why don't we chat for 5 minutes."

Huo Xingzhou turned around: "No, I can't chat with Caiji for 5 minutes."

-

Luo Xing got up in the morning and just wanted to lift the quilt, but when he moved, he was stunned. His left hand was almost completely numb, and when he squeezed it lightly, he felt a heart-rending pain.

The bed he lived in was occupied by Davidia involucrata, and the curtains couldn't be closed, so there was just a little light.

He stretched out his hand from under the quilt and took a closer look, it was so red and swollen that almost the seams of his fingers disappeared, like a pig's trotter that had failed to be marinated.

"..." Luo Xing stared blankly for a few seconds, it should have been hit when he caught Huo Xingzhou's ball yesterday.

So useless, can't even catch a ball.

I got out of bed softly, went into the bathroom in the dark without turning on the light, turned on the faucet, slowed down the water flow, and rinsed with cold water for a while to relieve the pain. I felt better before I started to wash.

After changing clothes in the bathroom and coming out, Huo Xingzhou and Feng Jia hadn't woken up yet, so he tiptoedly made the bed, took the box and locked it in the cabinet.

Huo Xingzhou was a light sleeper, even though Luo Xing was already very light, he was awakened by the sound of locking the cabinet, opened his eyes and said, "Wait for me and..."

click.

Huo Xingzhou still choked half of the words in his throat, looking at the door closed in front of his eyes, he felt a little silly.

Can you just ignore him a little bit more?

The air in the morning at No. [-] Middle School is very good, with the fragrance of gardenia with water vapor. Not far away, someone came to mow the lawn and garden, with a scent of broken grass.

Luo Xing sat on the side of the playground for a while, looked up at the clock tower, the pointer moved forward little by little, and it was only 10 minutes before it was six o'clock.

There was an unread WeChat message on the phone, which was sent from the studio, saying that the salary would be settled within a week, and asked if he would still answer the translation.

Luo Xing thought about it and said yes.

They decisively sent another document over there, which was much larger than the previous one, and there was also a contract.

The studio said: This time the translation is different, it is to translate Chinese into French, and Yansheng also promised to sign your name below.

Luo Xing was flattered and turned his voice to the maximum repeatedly, fearing that he had heard it wrong, and then typed to confirm: Sister Yanran, do you mean Huo Yansheng?Huo Yansheng, the author of "The Wind in the Blood"?

Yan Ran: It's him, your idol, you don't need to confirm so many times, I will introduce you to meet each other when I have a chance.Oh, by the way, after you read the contract, print it out and sign it, and send it directly.

Luo Xing hurriedly picked up the two files, asked about the deadline, and looked up again just as the bell rang, six o'clock.

He watched the file transfer finished, put away his phone, and walked towards the cafeteria.

The homework in the No. [-] Middle School is much heavier than that in the No. [-] Middle School. Morning self-study starts at [-]:[-] in the morning. After the lunch break, there is a small class with in-class training and workbooks. There are also different papers and mock questions for afternoon and evening self-study.

Although the teacher's own papers are paid at the end of the semester, some mock questions still need to be bought by himself. Although those questions are of no use to him, subconsciously, he doesn't want others to feel that he is different from others.

'Your bones are full of dirty blood. If I don't educate you well, you will become such a monster one day! '

He doesn't want to be treated like a monster.

He wants to be like a normal person, so he does everything perfectly, makes no mistakes, and doesn't trouble anyone.

Just don't know when to save enough money.

Luo Xing raised his hand and pressed his ears, and let out a low breath.

-

At [-]:[-], Huo Xingzhou walked to the back door of the classroom, and the noisy classroom suddenly became quieter than the head teacher.

The students in Class Nine said mischievously, but they were all afraid of Huo Xingzhou, and few of them dared to make trouble in front of him.

Luo Xing had never been very curious about other people's gossip, and these small noises didn't sound very real to him, so he didn't care, and kept writing papers.

Huo Xingzhou stood at the back door, watching everyone turn back to look at him, only one person sat there quietly doing homework, not even stopping the tip of his pen.

He actually doesn't really like being annoyed by a group of people screaming or surrounding him wherever he goes, but it still feels a little bit heartbreaking to be ignored for the first time.

Little white-eyed wolf.

"Hey, kid." Huo Xingzhou came over, knocked on the table like a childish ghost, and successfully caught Luo Xing's sight: "What are you writing?"

Luo Xing raised his hand, made room to move the homework in the direction of Huo Xingzhou: "Physics exercise book."

"Oh."

Luo Xing suddenly remembered Teacher Cheng's words, paused and said, "Have you finished writing this section?"

Huo Xingzhou said: "No, I never do my homework."

Luo Xing bit his lower lip, looked up at him, and was about to say something when he pulled out a book of class exercises, and fanned it out from tail to head.

Not a single word was written, not even a name.

Clean outrageous.

"Why don't you like studying?" Luo Xing thought for a while, and then said more tactfully, "Don't you have any university you want to take?"

Huo Xingzhou said indifferently: "Not at all." He stopped suddenly, and looked at him with his head propped on one hand: "What about you, why do you like studying so much? What university do you want to go to in the future? Tsinghua University? Peking University?"

Luo Xing shook his head. In fact, he didn't know, but learning this matter seemed to be his instinct, a habit engraved in his bones and blood.

His mother never let him do anything other than study since he was a child. He had no toys or partners in his childhood, and the only thing he had was various difficult learning materials.

Later, when he grew up, he no longer needed partners and toys. On the contrary, learning allowed him to find a ray of freedom and sunshine in one small dark room after another.

He likes Huo Yansheng's "The Wind in the Blood" very much, as if he really has the wind in his blood, drifting with the wind for an endless return.

"You write slowly." Huo Xingzhou found that he and the good boy who loves to learn can't chat for less than 5 minutes.

"En." Luo Xing nodded, and pulled the test paper back. When he raised his hand, Huo Xingzhou was taken aback, and hurriedly pressed the test paper.

Luo Xing couldn't move, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huo Xingzhou frowned: "What's wrong with your hand?"

The author has something to say:

The fool Huo who got a new nickname found out that he had hurt his wife, so he knelt down and repented.

There is wind in the blood, from a rumor about martial arts, Zhu Wushuang: Some people have wind in their blood, and they are destined to be wandering all their lives