Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Wu Yijia has always been in a hurry and is a typical activist.

Fu Liang was afraid of being hurt by the force of kicking the door open, so he hurriedly hugged Jiang Xun's arm, and the two quickly retreated to the side of the door.

Although Fu Liang beat Jiang Xun hard, it didn't mean that he was indifferent to his injury. When he was hugging him to avoid the impact of the door panel, in order to prevent Jiang Xun's waist from tripping over the pillow-shaped end of the chair back, , he purposely turned his body to block the blow for him.

The end of the back of the chair poked behind his waist, Fu Liang endured the dull pain silently, without making a sound of discomfort in his throat.

As expected, Wu Yijia's strength was strong enough. With a loud bang, the door was easily kicked open. The door frame seemed to be trembling, and the glass that opened horizontally above the door panel also made a trembling low hum.

What happened almost at the same time as the moment the door opened was that Jiang Xun suddenly broke free from Fu Liang's shackles, and spontaneously slammed into the armchair. The chair was driven by his strength and fell to the ground with a "boom", while Jiang Xun himself He hit the edge of the desk, and he was holding his right waist with his left hand across his abdomen in pain.

Fu Liang: "..."

"Jiang Xun, are you okay?" Zhou Tong hurriedly missed Fu Liang to help him up, and looked at his face worriedly.

Wu Yijia, who followed closely behind, lifted up the chair on the ground by the way.

"Director, I'm fine." Jiang Xun smiled softly, his eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes were bent, like a lively little fish.

Zhou Tong noticed the wound on the corner of his lip and the blood on the lip, and quickly wiped it off with his thumb: "He said it's okay, it's all bleeding."

"It's just a small injury." Jiang Xun smiled again, but the frown seemed to imply that Zhou Tong should not be fooled by his forced smile.

Zhou Tong was really not deceived. He stood up straight and shouted at Fu Liang who was watching the show with a sneer: "Fu Liang, you have something wrong with your mother. You just got into fights when you came back. How did Jiang Xun mess with you?"

Fu Liang's face was indifferent, he raised his hand and pretended to rub the place where he was poked by the back of the back just now, and the smile on his lips contained a hint of sarcasm.

Jiang Xun noticed his little movements with sharp eyes. He was very smart, and almost immediately thought of Fu Liang's posture protecting him just now. His face twitched slightly, and suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable. On the first knuckle on the side of his index finger, he was subconsciously restraining a certain emotion circulating in his heart.

"It's okay, we didn't fight, I just fell accidentally, Chief, don't misunderstand Fu Liang."

Jiang Xun shook his head, and raised his hand to lightly touch the corner of his injured lips, without any trace of resentment in his tone.

"You are already like this, and you still speak for him..." Zhou Tong gave him a look of resentment, then continued to look at Fu Liang, "Fu Liang, did you pour him the ecstasy soup? At this time, he is still facing you, Have you nothing to say?"

Fu Liang looked at Zhou Tong with normal eyes, but when he turned to Jiang Xun, it was much more complicated. He thought for a while and said, "This is the third plane we have experienced, and you are still so cool."

Zhou Tong looked confused: "What the hell?"

Wu Yijia frowned in disgust: Did I miss something?

Jiang Xun: "..." Crazy!

"It's really you, the tea smells so strong."

Fu Liang snorted and went straight to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, then started playing with the phone indifferently.

Zhou Tong saw that there was no pore or hair on his whole body that meant to apologize, and Jiang Xun's attitude didn't seem to care about apologizing, so he supported Jiang Xun's arm and said with concern, "I'll take you to the infirmary to have a look."

"No, I'm fine, just rest and rest." Jiang Xun forced a smile.

Wu Yijia really couldn't stand it anymore, and took the lead to leave with a wave of his hand: "I really admire Jiang Xun. It's a shame for a big man to be beaten like this in the dormitory. Don't you know how to beat him back when he beat you? You can't even fight." , Are you stupid to read?"

Jiang Xun pursed his lips tightly, and lowered his eyes to hide his anger at Wu Yijia's words at the moment.

"Squeaky, like a bitch." Wu Yijia didn't forget to turn around and add another sentence after she went out.

Jiang Xun and Zhou Tong: "..."

Zhou Tong looked at Jiang Xun and then at Fu Liang. He first said to Jiang Xun, "Are you sure you're okay? Then I don't care about you."

Jiang Xun glanced at him gratefully, and smiled faintly: "Don't worry."

Zhou Tong frowned lightly, walked behind Fu Liang and patted him on the shoulder, and said uneasy: "Fu Liang, don't hit Jiang Xun anymore, if you do that again, I'll give the counselor a small report." gone."

Fu Liang gave a blunt "um" and played with his mobile phone on his own.

After Zhou Tong left their dormitory, the slight smile on Jiang Xun's lips suddenly faded away.

There were only the two of them left in the room again. Jiang Xun stood beside the desk expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking, and the atmosphere between the two was tense and oppressive to freezing point.

Fu Liang turned on the desk lamp, deliberately made a lot of noise and flipped through the books. Amidst the "rustling" sound of flipping through the books, he also took the lead in breaking the silence: "I promise I won't hit you again, but don't mess with me either. Especially don't fucking repeat the tricks and set things up."

From the corner of Jiang Xun's eyes, he glanced at the bottom of the desk. The bug was there. He didn't care to pack his pajamas and prepare to take a shower. His tone was impatient and firm: "I said, I didn't."

Fu Liang: "..."

He couldn't understand Jiang Xun's attitude of refusing to admit that he had done something, and he was so stubborn that he couldn't do anything.

A thought flashed through his mind—does Jiang Xun know that he installed a bug in the room?

With a "bang", the sound of Jiang Xun closing the door interrupted his thoughts. He quickly denied the idea just now. , it is more difficult to get him to admit the crime than to be the first in the professional examination.

Fu Liang rubbed her hair dejectedly.

Mu Xiaoting untied her ponytail, disheveled her hair, lay down on the desk, took off the Bluetooth headset connected to the computer, and put her face down on the table: "This Jiang Xun is too cautious, even a schoolmaster is like this Meticulous? Boss."

Fang Yu also took off his earphones, frowning in annoyance: "Not only is he meticulous, but he is also special about green tea."

Mu Xiaoting couldn't help teasing him: "Heh, I thought you straight men couldn't tell the difference between green tea."

Fang Yu took a sip from the water glass, deliberately joking: "Maybe I have a tendency to bend."

Mu Xiaoting immediately raised his head, his almond eyes said angrily, "Hey, how dare you!"

Fu Liang decided to put all his heart and soul into his studies, and since then he has become a stranger to Jiang Xun, but Jiang Xun still smiles at him warmly when meeting him like a normal person.

But he will deliberately pretend not to see.

The relationship between the two of them seems to have returned to the state where they couldn't speak ten sentences a semester ago a long time ago.

This was actually the result Jiang Xun wanted, but in fact he felt more empty in his heart...