surface roommate

Zhou Ziheng set up his position, as stable as Mount Tai, as if the sky was falling on him and he was not afraid.

Boys are very competitive, and they will peacock when they get a chance.Fu Wu doesn't believe that he can fly with me on his back?

Fu Wu cheerfully jumped on Zhou Ziheng's solid back, no matter how he weighed 130 Jin, he would stagger even if he pressed it down.Didn't expect him to not even take a breath?It seems a little bit capable.

Zhou Ziheng clasped the hamstrings of Fu Wu's legs firmly with both hands: "Hold me tight, don't fall down."

Brother Heng has orders, and Brother Wu obeys them.

Fu Wu circled Zhou Ziheng's chest with both hands, and smiled triumphantly: "It feels really good to be carried by someone, and you are more stable than me. When I carry you, I feel like I will fall at any time. As for you, you are so steady and powerful. Awesome. I am standing high, the air is much fresher, and I can see far away. I seem to see the sea outside the school gate..."

The more he spoke, the more exaggerated he was, talking endlessly, every sentence, every breath was on Zhou Ziheng's cheek.He was itchy on his face and neck from Zhou Ziheng's breathing before, but now he completely forgot about it, or deliberately doubled it back.

Zhou Ziheng didn't say a word, like an old scalper plowing the land, he walked forward with Fu Wu on his back, his pace getting faster and faster.

woohoo hoo...

Zhou Ziheng actually started to sprint or even trot, like flying.

Fu Wu was shocked:? ? ?When I'm air without weight?A bit exaggerated buddy.Why don't you go to the Olympics if you are so good?

"You can still run, Zi Heng, are you a bit aggressive? Brother Heng, Brother Heng, don't run away, I'm dizzy from running, let's go slowly, there will be no rewards sooner..."

The onlookers were stunned.The pimples on Zhu Ren's face were sunburned as red as goji berries, and his eyes widened: "Is that Ziheng carrying Fu Wu on his back?"

"Zhou Ziheng is so handsome! He can run while carrying someone on his back!"

"Damn! This guy is so fierce!"

"I can't run that fast by myself!"

……

All watching, all chattering, just walking quickly, it’s just a trot at the top of the sky, you have learned exaggerated rhetoric really well!In Fu Wu's heart, a thousand or ten thousand grass-and-mud horses galloped by, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to get in, but the protagonist Zhou Ziheng turned a deaf ear to him, turned a blind eye, and walked forward quickly with his back on his back.

But after a while, at the end, Zhou Ziheng panted heavily, sweating profusely on his head and neck, his hands still tightly wrapped around Fu Wu's legs, and he didn't intend to let go.

Fu Wu's arm around Zhou Ziheng's neck was also soaked with sweat.After being amazed, he asked, "Ziheng, aren't you tired?"

This guy's back is really strong, my hand swayed in front, and it seemed to hit his chest... pectoral muscle, it looks thin, but it seems a bit raw to the touch.

Zhou Ziheng let out a long breath, adjusted his breathing, and said clearly: "I'm not tired."

"Am I... very light?" Boys don't want to be as light as a feather, they can be thin but not weak.

"It's not light, and it's not heavy."

Fu Wu nodded, thinking: Have you ever carried something lighter than me?Or carry something heavier than me?Oh, he has a girlfriend, he must have recited it.

Since then, Zhou Ziheng has become famous in one battle.

With his heroic deeds of "running" with Fu Wu on his back for nearly 20 meters on the military training field, he became popular and became a "handsome and macho man" in the School of Humanities, which was passed on by word of mouth throughout the school.

When Fu Wu heard this title from a girl in his class, he laughed so hard that his mouth almost spit out: "Zhou Ziheng deserved the first two words and the last word, and the third word 'Meng', how did you come up with it?" Shouldn’t a macho be tall, strong, and muscular? But Zhou Ziheng only looks a little stronger than me.”

At that time, the military training had ended for a week, and classes began. Fu Wu and the monitor, Hua Gaofang, ran into each other in the library.

Gao Fang looked at Fu Wu with bright eyes, and said with a smile, "Then why can't you run with him on your back? I think it's very difficult for you to carry him."

This beauty is really "tactful" when she speaks. Fu Wu has a clever head and immediately finds an excuse. For example, Zhou Ziheng is taller than himself, for example, Zhou Ziheng actually weighs more than 150 catties, but he is too lazy to care about these, and pulls out a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" from the bookshelf , Said: "We are talking about Zhou Ziheng, don't make random references to me."

Gao Fang covered half of her face with a book, approached Fu Wu and asked in a low voice, "Fu Wu, I want to ask you something, does Zhou Ziheng have a girlfriend?"

Fu Wu stopped flipping the book and looked at her sideways. His eyes were full of shyness and curiosity. It turned out that Gao Fang, the squad leader, had a secret heart for Zhou Ziheng.According to the temperament of Zhou Ziheng, the descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Xiao Longnan, he probably ignored her at all, so she took a long way to find me.

Fu Wu wanted to tell Gao Fang the truth, but on second thought, it's not good to be caught in the middle. The children of the rivers and lakes have grievances and grievances, and each should solve their own problems, so as not to lead to "killing disaster".

"I don't know, we haven't talked about it."

"You are his roommate. There are four of you in the dormitory. It seems that he usually has a good relationship with you, so I asked you. I didn't expect you to know. I don't think he is wearing a ring on his hand. I guess he is single."

Fu Wu continued to flip through the book, without raising his head, perfunctory: "You can just ask him directly?"

Speaking of Zhou Ziheng, although Fu Wu said he had a close relationship with him, Monk Zhang Er was also puzzled by his recent whereabouts.

After the military training, the freshman became a free wild bird that no one cares about, and the life was quite relaxed and nourishing.Zhou Ziheng was so busy that he couldn't see anyone, and he refused to say clearly when asked what he was doing.

The four people in a dormitory are all Chinese language and literature majors in the Chinese Department. When they encounter the same courses, they go and return together.When there is no class, Fu Wu just stays in the dormitory, plays games, or plays ball, goes to the library to borrow books, and spends three days fishing and two days watching with nets.

He Yongbei reads classical Chinese with a large tome all day long, determined to become a professor of ancient literature in the future. Sometimes Fu Wu really admires him, sitting on a chair for two or three hours without moving, just concentrating on studying the world of the ancients. It's fun.

Zhu Ren loves to play games and order takeout, and the leftovers are piled up by his feet for several days without throwing them away. Fu Wu held his nose and urged him repeatedly, so he smiled brazenly, and took advantage of the end of the game to take them away. Go downstairs, fly back to your seat, and continue to drive black.

Only Zhou Ziheng was different, as if the dormitory was just a place for him to sleep at night.Leaving early and returning late, usually not in the dormitory, whether there is class or no class, cloudy or rainy, the schedule is fixed like a clockwork machine.

Fu Wu sent him a WeChat message, and the day lily was cold, so he replied lightly with "um", "ok" and "it's okay", instantly extinguishing the desire to continue the conversation.

Fu Wu thought that after the beginning of school, he and Zhou Ziheng had a good relationship, and the ice between them had melted, but looking at his empty bed, he couldn't help but feel emotional, so I don't know much about this person. It's just the epidermis, maybe it's not even the epidermis, it's just dander.He is like a cocooned silkworm, separated by a thick layer of cocoon, unable to approach his essence.

Forget it, he has a girlfriend, I don't care what he does so much, it's really salty and easy to worry about.As a roommate, it is auspicious to spend the past four years in peace.

That night, Fu Wu and He Yongbei came from the dormitory to Zhishan Square to practice the Ninth National Radio Gymnastics.

Broadcast gymnastics and cheerleading competitions are regular events before and after the school sports meeting every year. Broadcast gymnastics is in charge of the sports department, and cheerleading is in charge of the literature and art department.According to Ma Qingqing, director of the Sports Department of the School of Humanities, last year the School of Humanities did not get a ranking in radio gymnastics. This year, even if they practice day and night, they must be among the best.

The sports department, literature and art department, publicity department, and life department are all branches of the student union. The head is a senior who has just been promoted to a sophomore, and the chairman of the student union is a senior who is a junior.

The new official of Minister Ma Qingqing took office three times, with bright eyes and full of energy, wishing to improve the sports level of the Humanities College from bronze to king by himself.

Fu Wu didn't want to participate in radio gymnastics at first. He knew that he was somewhat uncoordinated. During the military training, he often shared hands and feet and was laughed at by his classmates. Fortunately, Zhou Ziheng often corrected him and covered him up, so he was not pulled out by the instructor. Throat scolding.

At the time of registration, Ma Qingqing, Minister of Sports Department, and Peng E, Minister of Literature and Art Department, appeared in dormitory 314 at the same time and asked questions one by one.

Fu Wu didn't want to do some cheerleading.I heard people say that during cheerleading, you have to practice splitting legs, stretching the tendon and other bone-crushing movements. After doing a whole set, your hands and feet are numb and your whole body hurts, like a caterpillar.He couldn't save face and rejected the two senior girls at the same time, so he had to sign up for radio gymnastics.

Since ancient times, the School of Humanities has had its yin and yang decline, and many boys are still handsome guys participating in the gymnastics competition. A little balance in the gender ratio is naturally what the Minister of Sports can't wait for.

He Yongbei's mind was the same as Fu Wu's, and he was pulled to make up the numbers.

Zhu Ren was not there that night and escaped a catastrophe.

Zhou Ziheng was quite sensible. He stood up to greet the two seniors, but the moment he opened his mouth, he was icy cold: "I won't participate, thank you."

No matter how Ma Qingqing and Peng E moved with emotion and reason, from coquetry and cuteness to flattering appearance and figure, to collective honor, personal responsibility, etc., Zhou Ziheng just refused to let go.

Ma Qingqing and Peng E had no choice but to give up through gritted teeth, the new yard grass was really a piece of cold iron that couldn't be covered!

So Fu Wu and He Yongbei played in the 314 dormitory. Every night (except weekends), they joined the team of 54 people and practiced "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four, five, six, seven." Radio gymnastics is a bit like dreaming back to middle school.

"Fu Wu, raise your arms a little higher to be at the same level as the classmates next to you." The sharp voice of Ma Qingqing, the head of the sports department, sounded next to Fu Wu's ears. Every freshman is fixed in place, like a stake.

Fu Wu glanced at the arms of the students on the left and right sides, raised his own arms slightly, and kept the same height as the others, then looked forward, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: This is fucking like military training. Fortunately, it is at night, there is no It's so hot, I just want to go back to the air conditioner and drink Sprite.

Ma Qingqing shuttled through the team, quickly correcting mistakes with quick eyes and hands, and shouted: "Everyone hold on! When the arm muscles get used to remembering this height, the next time you do it, the movements will be neat. Alright, I'm going to change to another movement." .3, 4!"

Pop, pop!

Following Ma Qingqing's slogan, more than 50 freshmen retracted their arms in unison.

"Although this movement is going backwards, it must be strong and not limp. Do it again, and go back to the previous movement... 3,4, [-]!"

Pop, pop!

After an hour of practice, rest for 10 minutes.

Everyone took back their mobile phones and chatted in groups. Fu Wu, He Yongbei and Lu Jingshu got together.

Lu Jingshu is a foodie. He has been here for the past few days, and he has already checked out the nearby gourmet restaurants.He gushed, "The avocado milkshake at the gate of the school is delicious, the Dongbei Dumpling Restaurant is also good, and the grilled fish is also delicious. There is a snack street on Zhongshan Road, and the fried potatoes are delicious."

He Yongbei found two bean-sized eyes from the fat on his face, and said: "Snow foam milk flower floating afternoon cup, Polygonum antler and Artemisia bamboo shoots try the spring plate. The taste in the world is pure joy. Su Shi also likes to eat, It's a pity that Su Shi was not demoted to Xun'an back then, otherwise Xun'an would have another famous dish."

As expected of He Yongbei, who has Tang poems, Song lyrics and Yuan songs on the bedside, he speaks well.Fu Wudun felt that his level was low and he couldn't speak, so he listened quietly.

He Yongbei continued to pick and choose words: "However, Jingshu, your figure is a bit too fat, for the sake of your health and finding a partner in the future..."

Lu Jingshu adjusted his glasses, disapprovingly: "If you can't find it, you can't find it. Eating is the greatest joy in life. If you don't eat, life will be boring. How can you be happy?"

Fu Wu lazily leaned against the bulletin board: "The belt is getting tighter and I will never regret it, and I will get fat because of it. I'm talking about you." He was not a liberal arts student in high school, and he didn't have much interest in Chinese. The full score of Chinese in the college entrance examination was 150 , he only scored 101 in the test, but he still has the ability to make up and change poems.

The three of them laughed together, and Lu Jingshu narrowed his eyes into a line of laughter: "Fuck, you are so talented. From now on, this sentence will be my motto."

Just as he was talking, a person came towards him, and Fu Wu felt unhappy.