After reuniting with Bai Yueguang, my straight man design collapsed

in the dormitory...

Guan Bo took Yamamoto's hand and wanted to wipe his hands with wet wipes himself.

I sprayed it with rubbing alcohol before wiping.

"Baby, that's enough, if you rub it again, a layer of my skin will fall off."

Guan Bo checked over and over again, making sure that all the traces of the boy he just photographed were wiped off before he stopped.

As soon as the wipes were thrown away, Yamamoto hugged him from behind.

He kept rubbing his nose against Guan Bo's neck and side face, and even blowing into his cochlea.

"Baby, let's go out to live, or go to live in a room for two?"

Guan Bo's neck turned to the side, and he pushed Yamamoto's face away with his hands.

"Go and dream, there is everything in the dream."

"Don't you miss me?"

He hugged him even tighter as he spoke.

"Hold me as long as you want, give me a little hand, hey, where are you pinching, Yamamoto, your uncle, Yamamoto... um..."

09:30 in the evening.

Guan Bo and Yamamoto came out of the bathroom together.

Ever since they got together, since Sheng Ru went abroad, there was an additional alarm clock in Yamamoto's phone because of Jun Mo.

09:30 rings on time.

"Okay, now there is no FUCK to say, can we play games?"

Guan Bo once felt that he was exchanging his body for points.

Every time you have to pay the public rations, you can enjoy the joy of lying and winning.

Satisfied, Yamamoto turned off the alarm clock, leaned over and pecked Guan Bo's face, and climbed onto the bed with his mobile phone.

"Come on, brother will take you to fight in the canyon."

At ten o'clock, Jun Mo arrived at the dormitory on time as usual.

Yamamoto wondered if he would set an alarm clock like himself, just to prevent him from accidentally seeing something he shouldn't see.

"Jun Mo is back."

Jun Mo held the book in one hand and the carton of milk in the other. He walked to the dormitory and just finished drinking. He unpacked the milk cartons and threw them into the trash can.

"Well, have you finished your shower?"

"Well, it's over, you should go to bed soon."

Jun Mo put down her backpack in response, took off Sheng Ru's shirt, looked at it, folded it neatly and placed it on the head of her bed, then took her pajamas to take a bath.

After washing, Guan Bo happened to be killed in a team battle, so he lay on the bed with his mobile phone and called him.

"Junmo, do you know the name of the perfume you wear?"

Jun Mo shook his head.

"I do not know what happened?"

Guan Bo shook his head smacking his tongue.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Junmo, my little Momo, your emotional intelligence and romanticism are inversely proportional to your appearance, right? I really feel sorry for Sheng Ru."

Jun Mo frowned, and threw the towel in his hand to wipe his head.

"You still have the nerve to mention Sheng Ruo, are you a spy? Are you an elementary school chick? You still make small reports, and when you are old, you still make small reports behind your back!"

Jun Mo stood under the bed and reached out to reach him, while Guan Bo kept hiding in the corner.

"Yamamoto, save me, you just watch Jun Mo bully me?"

The horizontal screen of Yamamoto's mobile phone does not lift his head.

"I can't beat Sheng Ru, and I promised Sheng Ru to protect Jun Mo, let alone bully him."

The phone on the table was ringing, so Jun Mo didn't bother to fight with these two anymore, and turned back to his table.

"Hello."

"Well, yes, I'm Junmo."

"Oh, okay, it's okay, okay, then I'll go tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Yamamoto just finished playing a game.

"Jun Mo, although I can't bully you, Guan Bo is right, you should reflect on yourself, why not tonight.

Guan Bo and I went out to live, lest you see us upset, and you can seriously reflect on yourself. "

After Yamamoto finished speaking, he picked up the bag beside him that he didn't know when to pack it with one hand, and grabbed Guan Bo with the other hand and pulled it out.

When the dormitory door closed, Jun Mo rolled his eyes.

Knowing that I am irritable, you still kiss in the middle of the night! !

There are two less lovers in the dormitory, and Jun Mo's life is much quieter.

Read books, write manuscripts, and prepare a manuscript for next month's debate competition by the way.

Before the law school teacher found him, although he knew that he was excellent, but considering that he had taken so many courses at the same time, he chose to seek his opinion on the debate competition first.

The debate competition is scheduled for mid-October, hosted by the Law School, and other departments participate voluntarily.

The debate topics are also related to law, life, and social topics.

It is very effective for training students' ability to argue in court and logical ability.

Last year was busy with making a living, Jun Mo didn't go.

When the teacher asked him again this year, maybe it was embarrassing to refuse again, so he agreed.

The students in the same group as Jun Mo are sophomores, and the topics of the debate competition have to be selected on the spot, and before that, everyone will conduct debate rehearsals for possible topics.

Write the debate speech and your own point of view in advance, and then practice the debate scene in the group.

The other members of the group had been together twice before Jun Mo began to prepare his argument.

On the weekend, Jun Mo and the team members made an appointment to conduct a drill in the classroom. The topic of the drill this time was "In judicial trials, do the advantages of reference precedents outweigh the disadvantages or the disadvantages outweigh the advantages in my country".

Although it was the first time to participate in the drill, Jun Mo wrote a whole debate in just 10 minutes after he got the debate topic.

Sufficient cases and legal clauses support one's point of view.

The debate exercise ended with everyone's applause and admiration.

Jun Mo declined everyone's invitation to have dinner together, and went to the cafeteria with her schoolbag on her back.

"Jun Mo is always smiling, she looks kind and pleasant, but she always feels like she is thousands of miles away from others."

"Ham, you don't understand this. Whether people are alienated or close depends on who the other party is."

"What do you mean?"

"Come, come, special product of Imperial Capital University, let's gossip on the forum."

At this time, Jun Mo from the gossip center had already come to the cafeteria, had a meal and sat in the corner alone, eating quietly with his head down.

With headphones in my ears, I was listening to a song called "Stubborn".

"When I am different from the world, then let me be different. Persistence is for me to overcome strength with strength. If I am right..."

Not long after the song started, a figure sat down opposite.

Jun Mo didn't look up, and continued to eat on his own.

In places like the cafeteria, although he doesn't like being with other people, it's other people's right to sit where he sits.

Jun Mo didn't look up until the meal was over.

Then he picked up the dinner plate and got up, walking towards the place where the dinner plate was stored.

Just as he put down the dinner plate, that figure came into view again and blocked his way.

Only then did Jun Mo tear off the earphones.

"Is something wrong?"

The boy smiled brightly, and the hand he waved at him was white and beautiful, as if he had never done anything before, it was delicate and smooth.

Unlike her own, even a naturally beautiful woman will inevitably become rough because of doing things.

Sheng Ru's hands are also beautiful, especially the feeling of clasping fingers when sleeping at night...

"Hello senior, my name is He Ming, the boy who handed you the love letter that day. It's also my first time writing a love letter. If it's not well written, please..."

Before He Ming finished speaking, Jun Mo suddenly realized that he took out the unopened letter from his backpack and handed it back to him.

"Sorry, Hu Ming, I don't plan to fall in love."

After speaking, he plugged in the earphones again, and strode away from He Ming's side.

He Ming stood alone, looking at the unopened love letter in his hand, pouted and complained.

"My surname is He, not Hu..."