Xueba, don't look at me, look at the question!

The bedroom door was opened, and the smell of the toilet that hadn't been ventilated for a long time mixed with the aroma of takeaway food rushed over. Mu Nanyu coughed several times, and Bai Jingtan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

The dormitory was clean and tidy yesterday, but now there are three takeaway bags piled up on the table, the curtains are drawn, the lights are not turned on, and he is groggy. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a hospital morgue.

Mu Nanyu's eyelids twitched, and he looked at the boy sitting on the seat eating takeaway with an unkind expression.

"Wu Jian?"

The man glanced at him, continued to cut the steak and stuffed it into his mouth without responding.

His slightly longer hair was tied into a wolf's tail, dyed white, and his face was rather handsome. With a pile of famous tags that cost thousands of dollars, he looked a bit like a Japanese boy.

It's a pity that those eyes squinted at people, as if they didn't have much interest in ignoring them.

Mu Nanyu snorted, pursed his lips, and the downward arc was a bit obvious.

He walked over and turned on the light, and glanced at the trash bin under Wu Jian's seat where the trash had overflowed and the few balls of paper and wrapping paper scattered beside it.

"Student Wu, please take out your trash. These takeaways have been left overnight, don't you think it stinks?"

Probably because he was used to Guan Fangci taking out the trash for him every time he finished speaking, Wu Jian ignored Mu Nanyu's words and smiled vaguely.

"My own stuff, what's none of your business? This is my position, I can do whatever I want, if you think it stinks, you can do it yourself - bumpkin."

Mu Nanyu silently read the school rules of "no fighting" and moved his wrists, his voice sank a few degrees.

"This is the dormitory, not your home."

"What, you want to do it?" Wu Jian stopped the chopsticks in his hand, "Oh——I know you, aren't you the sports student who practiced swimming? The trash who only got into Nanyang University by earning sports points, who cares? looking at me?"

"You see, I don't care."

Mu Nanyu sneered and kicked the trash can.

The poor plastic bucket spun a few times, and dumped towards Wu Jian's feet, and the garbage that had been stinking for an unknown period of time immediately submerged his pair of brand-name sneakers.

Wu Jian's face was instantly livid.

"Do you fucking want to die? Do you know how much these shoes cost? You can't afford to sell them! You apologize to me now and wipe them clean, or I will sue the dormitory There, I will punish you!"

"Hey, primary school student, tell the teacher if you have something to do? Are you weaned?"

Wu Jian kicked away the garbage with a few kicks, looking at the piles of dirty things under his desk, the veins on his temples trembled like ants.

"You don't apologize, do you? Believe it or not, I can drop you out of school just by calling my family! Who the hell do you think you are? Sports students fight very hard? I'll teach you a lesson today—"

Wu Jian's punch was in vain, and before Mu Nanyu could fight back, Bai Jingtan dragged him behind by his wrist.

"Which fucking idiot are you?!"

Wu Jian rushed to nothing, and went to grab Bai Jingtan's collar in disbelief. Before he touched his collar, he was kicked on the lower abdomen with a hooked leg, and immediately howled in pain, clutching his stomach and retreating. Take a few steps.

Bai Jingtan looked at him coldly.

"Didn't you just say that Mu Nanyu got into Nanyang University by relying on sports points?"

"Is not it--"

"Then you got in by yourself? International College, you can get in with the grades of junior college. How much did your family spend to buy you a place?"

Wu Jian has always been proud of his identity as a student of a prestigious university, and immediately became angry when he heard the words.

"Don't fucking slander people, what kind of idiot are you, why don't you go to Tsinghua University and Peking University if you are so awesome, what are you pretending-"

"He is an idiot, with a score of 725 in the college entrance examination, the highest score in the whole school for this year's undergraduates, more than enough to go to Qingbei, but he doesn't want to go."

Wu Jian froze for a moment.

He barely eased the pain in his lower abdomen, staggered to his feet, looked at the two tall and thin boys in front of him, and rolled his eyes.

"I don't care who you are?! How good are your grades? You can hit your classmates if you get good grades? I'll go to the dormitory manager to file a complaint now, and you will be punished!"

As he spoke, he gained some confidence and pointed at Bai Jingtan arrogantly.

"Unless you beg me for mercy now, call me 'Dad' twice, and let me punch you twice, I will consider not reporting you, how?!"

Mu Nanyu's anger that had just been suppressed by Bai Jingtan's rubbing hands rushed up again.

"Begging for mercy? You deserve to—"

"Small island."

Bai Jingtan turned his face to the side and smiled reassuringly, then winked at Guan Fang who was secretly videotaping in the bathroom.

"Student Wu, do you know what infringement of the right to reputation is, and what is self-defense?"

"Stop talking to me about such nonsense, you don't listen to me, don't you, don't cry then, let me go, I'm going to report you for beating your classmates—"

"Okay, you go now."

Bai Jingtan took the mobile phone handed over by Guan Fang, and pointed to the part of Wu Jian swearing in the video.

"Look carefully, you are insulting your classmates. This is called a violation of the right to reputation."

After adjusting the progress bar, it turned to where Wu Jian started.

"Look at this again, you do it first, so I am acting in self-defense."

Bai Jingtan turned sideways to make way, casually playing with the phone in his hand, an innocent and cold smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Go ahead, go ahead and report to the dormitory supervisor, and I'll see whether we are punished or you are expelled."

Five minutes later, Wu Jian stooped to sweep up the garbage on the ground with a broom.

Mu Nanyu leaned back and put it on the table, pointing lazily.

"Did you see, there! There is still a ball of paper there - I heard Guan Fang said that you cherish your old clothes, don't you? Why is it so difficult to clean up your own place?"

Wu Jian stared.

"I - my clothes cost tens of thousands, can you afford them?!"

Sitting beside Mu Nanyu, Bai Jingtan tapped the table twice with his knuckles, his voice was cold and deep.

"Oh?"

Wu Jian's voice faltered, he lowered his head and continued cleaning.

"Pour the garbage into the trash can, and put a new garbage bag on it. Can you clean up the overturned drinks with a broom? The mop is in the bathroom, go get it yourself."

"Let me see that you don't clean up your place in the future, and I'll send this video to the dormitory immediately. You can do it yourself!"

Mu Nanyu supervised him to clean the dormitory, took a long breath, turned on the air conditioner, and casually complained to Bai Jingtan.

"I'm sleepy, I'll sleep first, and I have swimming training in the afternoon..."

Bai Jingtan gave a low "hmm".

Mu Nanyu took a shower, climbed into the bed and before she lay down, she saw a pair of bony hands lift the bed curtain, and Bai Jingtan sat up.

Mu Nanyu: "?!"

He lowered his voice: "What are you doing..."

"Xiaoyu, didn't you say that there is a hole in your quilt cover, where is it, let me see."

quilt cover?

hole?

"When did I say..."

Being gently embraced by someone, Mu Nanyu blushed slightly, shut her mouth knowingly, and hugged Bai Jingtan back.

"Oh, it's broken, please help me see if it can be repaired."