The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The soft light of the warm sun reflected the morning light through the screen window, and lightly sprinkled on Fang Cun's body. He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, put on white gloves, and carefully focused on taking care of the small antiques in his hands.

It has been two months since he woke up, everything is as usual, as if nothing happened, even his sister thought he was just having a ridiculous dream.

Fang Cun could only keep looking among the treasures in his collection, to see which one could possess the power of Pixiu and bring him back to the book.

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, there was a sound of opening the door, and the door was slammed open, and a handsome anime figure stand blocked all sight.

Fang Yan walked in holding the stand with difficulty, and ordered: "Hurry up and make room for me."

Gan Ting's appearance is on the stand, which is very familiar, but because of the comic style, it seems a little strange.

Fang Cun looked at the standing sign and was a little dazed, "Sister, what are you..."

Fang Yan quickly covered the stand, "What are you looking at, this is my precious son."

Fang Cun asked tentatively, "Do you really not remember anything?"

"Remember." Fang Yan raised her head, under Fang Cun's hopeful eyes, she said loudly, "Remember you still owe me 200 yuan."

Fang Cun gave up communicating with her, and said flatteringly, "Sister, please give me this stand."

"That can't be done, this is a limited edition." Fang Yan took a step back holding the stand, and refused decisively. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, "Didn't you never read this novel? Why are you so interested now?"

Fang Cun scratched his head, "Just...suddenly...very interested."

"You are quite free, forgot that school starts today?"

Fang Cun was taken aback for a moment, and thought inwardly, "It's too bad."

Living like a walking dead for two months, every day I turned black and white and searched for antiques in the room, which made my brain stupid.

As a counselor, he actually forgot that today is the day for freshman registration.

director's office.

The old dean took a sip of tea, spit out the tea dregs, looked up and found that Fangcun standing in front of him was in a daze, not listening to him at all, and knocked on the table dissatisfied, "Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang, are you listening?" I spoke?"

Fang Cun came back to his senses, nodded dully and said, "President, I'm listening, you speak."

The old dean looked up at him for a long time, opened his mouth to say something, but finally sighed, "...OK, this is the third time, you have to listen carefully to me."

"it is good."

The old dean put down the thermos in his hand, and said earnestly: "The son of our school director has been abroad and only came back this year, and he will report soon. He wants to be in your class by name, saying that he likes to read your articles."

"Ah."

"As a counselor, um...that's what you want...to take care of you." The old dean had a dark expression on his face, and he took some exquisitely packaged gift boxes from under the table and handed them to Fang Cun.

Fang Cun took it absent-mindedly, "Okay, what's his name."

"What's his name?" This time it was the old dean's turn to be confused, "...I'm sorry, I forgot to ask, but I know his surname is Gan."

Fang Cun's mind went blank for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment, "What's your last name?"

The old dean thought that the surname "Gan" was not common, and he didn't know which one it was, so he kindly pointed his fingers in the air to explain, "Gan, it's the Luo of Gan Luo."

"okay."

Fang Cun picked up the gift box and left, but the dean asked repeatedly, "Remember, my surname is Luo!"

Fang Cun was in a daze at first, but after being so confused by the dean, his mind was even more confused. He lingered at the door for a while, "What's your surname? Luo?...Yes, the surname is Luo."

Looking at Fang Cun's back, the old dean shook his head and sighed, "These young people are slower than my brain."

Another freshman class has entered the school, and the temperature in City A has soared recently.

The campus is crowded with people, there are those who promote clubs, those who issue cards and distribute leaflets, and those who help school girls carry their luggage. The students coming and going bring a little breeze to the scorching day.

As a counselor, Fang Cun sat in the top tent in the big square and helped the freshmen go through the admission procedures. In the scorching summer, even if there was a big electric fan whistling next to him, it was about to heat him up.

The third-year substitute poured Fang Cun a glass of iced Coke, "Teacher has worked hard, and there are only the last few freshmen in the back, why don't teachers go to eat first."

Fang Cun waved his hand, "It's fine."

He also wanted to leave, but the old dean called several times to remind him, telling him to send the gift box to the prince. It's too hot ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fang Cun was lying on the table with his face facing the electric fan. Although the wind in September was hot and dry, it calmed his mind very much at this moment. He was sleepy for a while and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar and gentle voice came, "Fang Cun."

Fang Cun's heart trembled, and he stood up abruptly.

He took off his glasses in surprise, rubbed his eyes vigorously, took a closer look, and found that it was Gan Ting, and said in surprise, "You...why are you here?"

There was a smile in Gan Ting's eyes. He used to be handsome and unrestrained when he wore a long robe with his hair tied up, but now his short hair is fluffy, wearing only a simple pure white shirt, and pushing a big suitcase in his hand, he looks handsome, delicate and very cute.

Gan Ting smiled and said, "I'm coming to school."

Fang Cun was a little suspicious, and stretched out his hand to pinch Gan Ting's face, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Neuropathy."

Gan Ting knocked off Fang Cun's hand, took out the materials and files needed for admission from the bag, and handed them to him.

Fang Cun quickly took it, quickly entered it for him, turned off the computer, drank the Coke on the table, went around the table, took Gan Ting's hand, "Let's go."

Gan Ting didn't move, and asked, "Aren't you going to give me the key to the dormitory?"

Fang Cun frowned, "Do you want to live in a dormitory?"

"Otherwise where do I live?"

Fang Cun said without hesitation: "Of course they are living with me."

Gan Ting glanced at him lightly, "...I don't want it."

Fang Cun took the luggage from Gan Ting, "Good boy, I'm worried about putting you and three strangers in the dormitory together, so go to my house."

"No, I want to live in a dormitory." After Gan Ting finished speaking, he casually took a key from the table, dragged his suitcase and left without looking back.

The substitute senior asked curiously: "Teacher, do you know him?"

Fang Cun didn't know how to answer, so he smiled awkwardly, "It's just...my relative's child."

A hint of shock flashed in the eyes of the senior in charge, "Is he a relative of the teacher???"

Fang Cun was very sure: "Yes."

The substitute senior nodded thoughtfully, "Okay..."

"Teacher, teacher." There was a laugh behind him.

Fang Cun turned his head, a boy wearing a peaked cap grinned, and handed over the notice, "And me, I'm the last one."

Fang Cun took the information and notice, glanced at the name on it, and read the name on the ground, "Luo Yu."

Finally, Fang Cun breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting all morning, a man surnamed Luo finally came. This Luo Yu was so free-wheeling as if he was going back to his own home. He was probably the son of the school director.

Fang Cun glanced at the table, and there was only one key left, "Okay, take the dormitory key."

Luo Yu took it, "Thank you."

"And this, you take it, it's the school's care for new students."

Fang Cun didn't have time to worry about who he was, so he wanted to rush after Gan Ting, and hurriedly took out the dean's gift box and gave it to him, which contained some delicately packaged snacks.

Luo Yu's eyes lit up, "Thank you teacher! Goodbye teacher!"

Seeing Luo Yu leaving happily holding the gift box, the substitute asked, "Teacher, didn't the dean say that those things should be given to the chairman's son?"

"Yes."

The substitute was a little worried, "Okay... Teacher, you can arrange it."

Fang Cun stretched his waist, "I'm exhausted this morning, what's the plan for the afternoon?"

"No, after they receive their military training uniforms, they will start military training tomorrow."

"Military training?!" Fang Cun turned his head sharply, his waist cramped, and he looked up at the scorching sun in pain, "Okay, it's almost 40 degrees in the sun, don't make my child stupid, I have to give it to him." He bought some sunscreen and sent it to the dormitory."