surface roommate

On the day of the hospital sports meeting, Fu Wu got up early to clean up, not earlier than Zhou Ziheng who heard the chicken and danced.When he climbed out of bed, breakfast was already neatly placed on the table.He guessed that Zhou Ziheng liked wife cakes very much, otherwise why would he buy them for him every now and then?

There is one thing to say, the freshly baked wife cakes in the cafeteria are really delicious.

Zhou Ziheng was very well behaved today, instead of disappearing early in the morning, he put on a refreshing sportswear and sat quietly reading a book.Fu Wu glanced at it. It was a very thick "War and Peace", the kind that could smash people to death when photographed.

"Let's go, Ziheng."

The four people in the dormitory came to the sports field together, and soon attracted a lot of attention and discussion.

"Zhou Ziheng actually came to participate in the sports meeting?"

"Which project did he sign up for?"

"Long time no see, I thought he dropped out of school."

"He is a three-good student. I often see him in classrooms, libraries, and cafeterias."

Then there was a burst of laughter.

At this time, Fu Wu didn't like to stand with Zhou Ziheng, the focal point, and was easily swept away by all kinds of eyes.But people are brought by him, so they can't hide away, so they can only greet students of the same level, seniors and sisters in a gracious manner.He has always had a good relationship with others, and he has a good relationship with others. He has started school for two months and knows many people.

Xiao Jiusi, the president of the Philosophy Society, helped Fu Wu with his golden mirror frame and said hello to Fu Wu: "Student Wu, you have to run 5000 meters, come on! On behalf of Socrates, Plato, Kant, Hegel, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, I give you a spiritual Encouragement!"

After hearing this series of names of Western philosophers, Fu Wu gulped it down.

During the military training, under Xiao Jiusi's flickering, Fu Wu joined the Philosophy Club, followed by two lectures on philosophy.

Xiao Jiusi gave him several philosophy books, saying that he wanted to open the door to his wisdom. Fu Wu said: "I can't read the first page."So those books have been shelved.

Xiao Jiusi talked tirelessly about the wonderful world of philosophy, and even took Fu Wu to listen to two or three basic philosophy classes before he managed to memorize the main ideas of several famous philosophers, otherwise the list of names would only be monks chanting scriptures.

"Try not to embarrass the Philosophy Society!" Fu Wu made a palm up gesture, Xiao Jiusi was warm and cheerful, and Fu Wu got along quite well with him.

After the freshman, freshman and sophomore students from a total of 12 classes arrived, they first drew lots for a tug-of-war competition.Class 2 of Chinese Language and Literature faced off with the history class. Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu stood facing each other, holding the hemp rope tightly.

Fu Wu wakes up early and sleeps with a handful of fried hairs on his hair. With that confident raised eyebrow, he looks particularly energetic.This is the boy, even if he is not clean enough, he still shines brightly in the sun, as if he has nothing to worry about, he just needs to go all out to win this game.

Unlike the scribbled Prince Fu, when he went out, Zhou Ziheng always dressed neatly, had a handsome face, and even shaved his beard cleanly, allowing no mistakes.

Zhou Ziheng pointed to Fu Wu's hair: "It's a bit fried here."

Fu Wu reached out and touched it, showing a little shyness: "I forgot to look in the mirror when I got up early." He took out his mobile phone and took a picture. Sure enough, there was a bunch of hair sticking out on the top of his head. If there is water, he can do it.

The competition started immediately, and Fu Wu stood slightly in front, with his left leg resting on Zhou Ziheng.Everyone standing opposite each other is in this posture. Mengmeng said that this can maximize everyone's strength.

As a sports committee member, Yu Meng was usually silent, but at this moment she shouted with all her strength: "Comrades, let's work together!"

I don't know who shouted: "Come on, Brother Mengmeng! Brother Mengmeng, come on!"

The whole class shouted, "Brother Mengmeng! Brother Mengmeng!"

Brother Mengmeng, Benmeng, was so angry that he was so angry, ah, can you save me some face in public?Forget it, won the game, call it what you want.

With soft "Mengmeng brothers" in their mouths, these people are not weak at all in terms of strength. They have the upper hand from the beginning of the game, with shouts and cheers one after another.

In the tug-of-war competition, people are crowded into a pile when they are pulling and pulling.Fu Wu's calf stuck to Zhou Ziheng's calf at some point, it was cool and full of strength.

Zhou Ziheng's strength was infinite, and Fu Wu obviously felt a force pulling him back.

With all his strength, the blue veins on Zhou Ziheng's arms were clearly visible, his fine hairs were standing on end, and the tiny beads of sweat were shining brightly, and he grunted from time to time.

Others shouted "1, 2, come on; 1, 2, come on", but he didn't yell, but made a muffled sound, a bit like...

Like...like one of Fu Wu's watching action movies...

Ah bah, thinking about this kind of thing at this time, Fu Wu felt that he was hopeless, and he would definitely go to the [-]th floor of hell after death.

After a long time of tug-of-war, the history class collapsed, and they were dragged to the literature class 2 in a swarm.Amidst the cheers, the people in Class 2 of Literature hugged each other tightly.If you win, you will be happy, and what you want in life is happiness.

The rest of the classes will play the tug-of-war in order, and the winning class will draw lots and then compete.After four rounds of competition, the literature class 2 won the runner-up and lost to the sophomore philosophy class.

Xiao Jiusi from the championship team came over and joked: "How about it? We are still good! Are you convinced?"

Fu Wu said unconvinced: "You have eaten rice for an extra year, and it is normal to win."

Brother Mengmeng sighed: "Ah, what a pity! Damn it!"

Class monitor Gao Fang encouraged morale: "We are the only freshman among the top three, which is already great!"

This kind of collective project picture is that everyone gets together to get acquainted and complete a certain activity together.It's natural to be happy when you win the championship, and you won't be very disappointed if you don't win.

Ever since, after some intense nagging, everyone's happiness returned.

However, the happiness ended soon, and Fu Wu found that Zhou Ziheng had left the stadium at some point.This brother is also really, completely according to the original plan, just participate in the tug-of-war competition, and don't watch anything else!

Fu Wu was quite speechless, but there was nothing he could do, this was Zhou Ziheng's temperament, it would be strange if he stayed here.According to his social phobia, he wouldn't communicate with others even if he stayed, and was embarrassed there.

The 5000-meter track has been properly arranged. Fu Wu concentrates on warming up, energizing himself, and exercising his muscles and bones.

Before the start of the long-distance race, Zhou Ziheng actually came back, handed over a bottle of Pulse, and said, "Drink a couple of sips of water, don't drink too much. Drink after the run."

"Coincidentally, I also bought water for Junior Brother Wu." Xiao Jiusi came from another direction and also took a bottle of water.

"Thank you senior, I'll drink it after I finish running." Fu Wu took the water in Zhou Ziheng's hand, opened the lid and took a sip, "I thought you were gone."

"Wait until you finish running before leaving."

He sprinkled some water on his hands and smoothed the blown hair on his head: "Is my hair done yet? You can take two photos for me while I'm running, and I'll send them to my parents."

Zhou Ziheng took the water bottle, poured some water into the palm of his hand, poured it on Fu Wu's fried hair, and said, "It's all right now." Following the tuft of fried hair, he patted Fu Wu's head.

Fu Wu raised his eyebrows again and grinned. Whenever he was in a good mood, he would unconsciously make this movement.

"Give me your phone, pack light."

"It has already been given to Yongbei."

He Yongbei and Zhu Ren were both at the side, cheering Fu Wu up: "We will run with you, but I will run once at most."

Zhu Ren was very honest. He said that he would accompany him for one lap at most, but he really only accompanied him for one lap. After leaving a sentence "Life lies in stillness", he ran to the shade to rest.He Yongbei ran with him for two and a half laps. He was so tired that he was out of breath and slipped away.

Next to Fu Wu was only Zhou Ziheng.

Fu Wu was quite touched in his heart. From the beginning of school to the present, this is probably the time when the four people in the dormitory work together the most.

At the beginning of the run, there were many people accompanying the runners, and Zhou Ziheng, He Yongbei, and Zhu Ren were inconspicuous among them; now there are fewer and fewer people accompanying the runners, and there are only a few sporadic ones. Conspicuous, because some people stop running, but he has been running with him from beginning to end.

If Zhou Ziheng didn't have a number plate on his back, he would almost think he was a contestant.

On the sixth lap, Fu Wu glanced at Zhou Ziheng, who was breathing steadily, and he was in a better condition than himself: "Ziheng, don't run with me, just rest."

"It's okay, don't talk, keep up the speed, there are still six and a half laps." Zhou Ziheng's cropped hair after military training is showing benefits at this time. No matter how much he runs, no matter how much sweat he sweats, his hair will neither be blown by the wind, nor will it make people dance. It will not be stuck to the forehead with sweat.

In contrast, Fu Wu's hair is indulgent and quite casual. Fortunately, his appearance can be beaten, and it is no problem for him to let himself go with his hair.

"Ziheng, remember to take pictures for me, and record a video too." Prince Fu needs to report his college life to his parents, "Take better pictures!"

Zhou Ziheng speeded up a little, ran to the front, pointed at Fu Wu with his mobile phone, took pictures and recorded them.Fu Wu ran to the front, and before he could get a suitable shot, Zhou Ziheng ran forward for a certain distance, and continued to take shots, like the third one.

"Did you get any good photos?" After running for so long, he was still able to talk, and Fu Wu's long-distance running ability is not something to boast about.

"Yes." Zhang Zhang looks good.

"Give it back to me, and I'll pick and choose."

At the tenth and a half lap, only Zhou Ziheng was left to accompany the runners on the sports field, and one player even gave up.

Fu Wu's mouth was parched and he didn't want to speak.I used to run six to seven thousand meters without feeling tired, but today I am exhausted. It seems that I have neglected to exercise since I went to college.

Like a roundworm in his stomach, Zhou Ziheng handed over water: "Take a couple of sips, don't drink too much. Slow down, run another half lap, and you can almost sprint."

Fu Wu took the water and drank a couple of sips. He didn't dare to drink too much, and returned the water bottle to Zhou Ziheng, "You've been running for so long, so drink some too."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, and directly drank water from the mouth of the bottle that Fu Wu touched just now, his Adam's apple moved up and down, bead-sized beads of sweat flowed from his face to his neck, leaving a trace of water staining.

His upper body was drenched, and his clothes were sticking to his skin, revealing the outline of his figure faintly.Fu Wu has seen these silhouettes naked. Sometimes Zhou Ziheng takes a shower without a shirt on, and sometimes changes clothes in the dormitory. Boys can easily see each other's upper body, and they are used to it.

But at this moment, the sun slanted over, and the person in front of him was glowing all over. For some reason, Fu Wu's heart skipped a beat.He was not only his logistical support cheerleader, but also ran ten laps with him.

Fu Wu throbbed suddenly, wanting to touch Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple.

Oops, it's a heart-wrenching feeling!

It's over, he's fascinated by his roommate.

After Zhou Ziheng finished drinking the water, he raised his eyes to look at Fu Wu.This pair of gazes, like the turn of the eyes, is so frightening that Fu Wu panicked and turned his head to speed up his pace and sprint ahead of time.