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

He thought about blocking "Quaner", but such behavior was too cowardly and ruthless, and in his memory, Quaner also brought him many good memories.

Fu Liang thought for a while, then replied casually: "I'm going back to the dormitory too."

Quan'er replied almost instantly again: "What are you going to do? Baby."

Every time Fu Liang saw the words "baby" and "husband" he sent, he was so disgusted that he wanted to go through the screen and wring the other's head off.

Fu Liang was expressionless, and his slender fingers quickly jumped and clicked on the screen: "Read and study."

Jiang Xun was amused: "Hehe."

He opened the game interface on his computer, but he didn't enter in a hurry. Instead, he lowered his head to play with his phone, with a hint of pampering in his smile.

"What is he looking at? Or...talking to someone?"

Fu Liang's mind was dreaming for a moment, and he was a little jealous.

He quietly walked behind Jiang Xun unknowingly, wanting to see what he was looking at, but unfortunately, the phone was covered with an anti-peeping film, so he didn't see anything, and Jiang Xun was still vigilant after feeling someone approaching behind him Strongly locked the screen.

Fu Liang: "..."

Jiang Xun slightly raised his head to look at him, and Fu Liang's eyes moved away naturally, pretending to fall on the computer screen: "What were you watching just now? Is it funny?"

Jiang Xun's gaze followed him to the computer screen, his brows were slightly frowned, and he planned to buy an anti-peeping film for the computer when he went out tomorrow. Now he felt that Fu Liang was not only mentally ill, but also voyeuristic.

"A cold joke, I'll tell you what you like." Jiang Xun's eyes were upturned, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

Fu Liang was dazzled by his eyes and smile, and hurriedly turned and walked away: "No, I don't like cold jokes."

He sat in front of the desk and calmed down a little. Jiang Xun's performance so far was very gentle, without any trace of Song Jingyuan and Qin Mu's sick and delicate physique, but he was not sure if these were Jiang Xun's disguises.

After all, Song Jingyuan is also a person who is good at disguising.

There was another message from Quan'er on WeChat.

Quan'er: "Why do you work hard all of a sudden? Is it because you want to be more worthy of me?"

Fu Liang was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched. He remembered that Quan'er had indeed mentioned Xueba's identity in a chat, but the Internet world is true and false. Who knows whether the other party who pledges to each other every day is a pig head or a turtle.

Fu Liang lied: "It was forced by my parents. They made me have to take the first major in this semester."

Quan'er: "You? It's too difficult, you really have to work hard, then I won't bother you, baby, study hard, love you."

Fu Liang felt the other party's insult to his IQ from the words, and sneered and wanted to send him a "fuck", but finally chose a "fart" emoji to send to him with his fingertips.

Probably the other party thought it was a joke, and replied to him with "a hug of love" in the next second.

Fu Liang: "..."

The warm yellow light of the desk lamp is very bright, sprinkled on the pages of the textbook "University Physics". In fact, the topic is not difficult, and Fu Liang is very smart, so it is easy to understand the principle and draw inferences.

However, the influence of the people in this plane on learning is really strong. Fu Liang can't concentrate all the time. Either he is attracted by the flying insects under the lamp, or he is interrupted by the movement made by Jiang Xun. problem thinking...

Either thinking of Jiang Xun, and Jiang Xun thinking of Qin Mu and Song Jingyuan, and then thinking of his regrets in the previous two worlds, his thoughts couldn't help but turn back and forth.

After finally regaining consciousness, half an hour has passed, and he hasn't even figured out the first small question of the big question.

This is definitely not the efficiency he should have. Fu Liang held his head and took a deep breath helplessly. No wonder he is a scumbag, no wonder the circle satirized him as "too difficult", no wonder...

Just as he was angry, his eyes were attracted by the beautiful right hand holding the pen under the desk lamp. He put down the pen and carefully observed the slender and beautiful hand, and the crescent-shaped clear nails under the halo.

"Well, it's time to cut your nails."

After thinking about it, Fu Liang took out the nail clippers from the drawer and began to trim them carefully. As for the physics problem, he had successfully forgotten about it again.

Comparing the two, Jiang Xun was seriously reading a book, and he didn't do anything unrelated to study except drinking water.

Gold-rimmed glasses rest on his tall nose. He sits upright, with his arms lightly resting on the table, looking at Hawking's "Universe in a Nutshell" seriously, and occasionally raising his hand to push it with his slightly bent index finger. Push the glasses on the bridge of the nose.

His fingers were slender and well-proportioned, as if coated with a thin layer of fine edges under the halo.

The toilet in the dormitory is on the balcony outside the small living room. Fu Liang just came back from solving the trivial matters. He opened the door and saw Jiang Xun's perfect profile focused on studying. He couldn't help but took out his phone and took a sneak shot.

There was a "click", and the sound was particularly loud.

Damn, his phone is obviously on mute, maybe he accidentally touched the button on the side of the phone, this is so embarrassing.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Xun immediately turned his head to look at him, his eyes moved from his face to the phone he was holding.

I don't know if it was Fu Liang's illusion, but the moment Jiang Xun looked at him, he caught the complex emotions of deep dissatisfaction, extreme disgust and high vigilance in Jiang Xun's eyes.

Although these negative expressions disappeared instantly in Jiang Xun's eyes, Jiang Xun's eyes soon became clear and peaceful.

"Oh... I took a selfie."

Fu Liang chuckled and awkwardly put the phone into his trouser pocket.

After taking a shower, he sat back at the desk again and looked at the mobile phone on the table. It was already eleven o'clock.

Fu Liang dawdled and fumbled here and there until now, and only managed to complete one big question. He scratched his head irritably, realizing that the tasks on this plane were much more difficult than the first two.

The first two are emotional flow, and he has the inherent advantage of being fair, beautiful and long-legged. This time he can barely be regarded as a brain flow, and he is a person who cannot give full play to his brain advantage in learning.

"If the task this time is to win the LOL national championship, it will be easier than finishing first in the professional class."

Fu Liang's hair was not dried, and the water droplets slid down the ends of the hair, and some fell into his delicate collarbone. He was spinning the pen boredly. At this moment, Jiang Xun was taking a shower in the bathroom. He wondered if he should find an excuse Knock on the door, and then take the opportunity to see if there is a cinnabar mole on Jiang Xun's chest?

He had just stood up and was about to move when the door of the dormitory was pushed open. The door of the dormitory is relatively old-fashioned. There is a rectangular glass window on the door panel. The glass door frame can be flipped up and down, which made the dormitory with poor sound insulation effect even worse. .

The person who came in was Guo Qing, and Fu Liang thought he was here to ask the teacher, because he deceived Guo Qing and Zhou Tong about the squad leader.

But Guo Qing smelled of alcohol, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes were a little pitiful under the warm yellow light.

"Is it black? All night..." Guo Qing looked at him and raised his chin, "It's at the Internet cafe opposite the school, let's go?"