San Fu

Duan Feifei looked at him, and it took him a long time to say: "Why do you always do this, you are very skilled in business."

"Am I sick? If I'm fine, I always spend money to buy a broken place to stay." Jiang Kuo said.

This kind of thing that has no meaning other than taking advantage of others naturally only needs to be done once from entry to mastery.

"What did I say last time?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Nonsense is an important part of your interpersonal communication," Jiang Kuo said, "Who knows what your last bunch of nonsense was..."

"I said this is the last time you turn on the air conditioner before the school installs the air conditioner." Duan Feifan said, "I can't just go home and stay when I have nothing to do?"

"I sleep on a recliner," Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth, "It doesn't matter if you sleep on your bed."

"I'm starting this for you. When the time comes, everyone will come to sleep with me. I won't be able to survive. I don't like to squeeze into a room with other people..." Duan Feifei's tone was very calm, but the meaning was very obvious, that is, it couldn't be done.

"Thinking too much, they can't afford this price." Jiang Kuo had never been rejected so kindly before, and he couldn't find any better reason to persuade Duan Feifan.

"I heard that 911 made a big deal just now?" The dormitory door was pushed open with a bang.

When Jiang Kuo turned his head, he saw Dong Kun and Ding Zhe who had just rolled into the room, frozen in embarrassment.

"I beat Lu Haobo." Duan Feifei replied.

"Yes!" Dong Kun laughed twice, "How did you beat him?"

"It was hit by 911." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey," Ding Zhe smiled awkwardly, "That's not what it means. We usually give code names to people we don't know very well, and sometimes we can't respond well to the name."

"He likes cars very much," Dong Kun said. "He didn't like your car the day you came to school, so he called you 911."

"Come on," Ding Zhe raised the bag in his hand, "Ma La Tang, let's eat together."

"...No," Jiang Kuo said, these people are really friends, they all have the same taste, the Malatang family, "I don't eat Malatang, it's not that I don't eat Malatang from small stalls, it's that I don't eat Malatang .”

Ding Zhe looked at him, froze for a while before nodding: "Oh."

"Were you two talking just now?" Dong Kun asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo sat down on the chair next to him, "discuss with him to let me stay here for another night."

"Stay here for one night?" Dong Kun paused, "Again?"

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

Dong Kun turned to look at Duan Feifan: "I remember you said that?"

"He said," Ding Zhe said in a low voice, "Why don't you drive the car once and let him live in my house or something."

Although the voice of Ding Zhe's words was very low, Jiang Kuo quickly caught the point. Before Duan Feifan could speak, he slapped the table and said, "The car will be back the day after tomorrow, you can take it to drive."

The room was suddenly quiet.

Several people looked at him.

"Help me persuade him," Jiang Kuo pointed at Duan Feifan, "Just this night, I have a fever and it's too uncomfortable to go back to the dormitory to be bored."

"Ah," Ding Zhe cleared his throat, turned his head to look at Duan Feifei, "he's a patient...he was still sick during the military training today, it's no wonder he fainted faster than girls..."

This can not be mentioned, thank you senior.

Duan Feifei sighed, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and walked up to Jiang Kuo: "It's the last time, and I really won't go home tonight."

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "It's still one thousand and five."

When Dong Kun and Ding Zhe heard the number, they suddenly turned their heads and stared at this side together.

Jiang Kuo scanned the QR code, stood up, tapped twice on the phone and reached out to Ding Zhe: "Add it, I'll tell you when the car is back."

"... Oh!" Ding Zhe quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned Jiang Kuo's QR code, adding him as a friend.

"Then you eat," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go back to the dormitory to put some things first, and come over later."

"Bring a cover," Duan Feifei chased after him, "This air conditioner is fixed at 16 degrees, don't let it burn overnight and die here tomorrow morning."

Jiang Kuo left the dormitory and closed the door behind him.

"Damn!" Ding Zhe looked in the direction of the door and sighed heavily.

"I gave you one thousand and five?" Dong Kun looked at Duan Feifan.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, turned the phone twice in his hand and threw it on the table, "Yesterday was also one thousand and five."

"Damn it!" Ding Zhe turned his head, "Isn't this business a bit too lucrative? How do you sleep? There's no bedding on that bed."

"He sleeps on a recliner." Duan Feifei said.

"Damn." Dong Kun sighed and was puzzled, "You say this young master can endure hardships. He spent [-] yuan to live in this dilapidated dormitory. You say he can't endure hardships. He can sleep on a recliner overnight."

"He's not familiar with people right now, so he can't go out," Duan Feifan said, "After a while, you can see that he will either go out to the hotel to get a room, or come back with an air conditioner."

"It's good to be rich," Ding Zhe said, "It's good to earn three thousand in two nights, isn't it?"

"Call Sun Ji and Fatty Liu tomorrow," Duan Feifei said, "I'll go all night."

"Tomorrow, senior Lu will check the bed." Dong Kun said.

"Dare to investigate you?" Duan Feifei said.

"Did he check your house today?" Ding Zhe asked.

"I didn't even come in," Duan Feifei stretched his waist, "I went to 119 to show my prestige and was beaten by others in the dormitory, and 911 kicked him in the corridor, boom!"

Dong Kun and Ding Zhe ate and laughed louder than the air conditioner.

"I've changed my mind about 911," Ding Zhe said, "I think he's okay, he's a big guy."

"Get out of here," Duan Feifei said, "you just go to his car, and there is nothing to change from the beginning."

"Are you really going to drive that car?" Dong Kun said, "Don't get hit by someone."

"Probably not," Ding Zhe said, "I've watched a lot of videos."

Duan Feifei laughed so hard that he almost choked.

"This guy is quite funny," Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo's circle of friends, "Did he give me a trumpet? There is nothing in it."

"Can we see it in three days?" Dong Kun asked.

"No, it's just that I never sent it," Ding Zhe handed the phone in front of him, "The name is also quite small."

"JK921, name plus birthday, that's how I usually set up my password," Dong Kun looked at it, "This is the mystery of rich people."

"You two are enough." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo returned to the dormitory with his clothes, Li Zirui and Tang Li were still chatting about what happened just now, and Ma Xiao was washing up on the balcony.

The clothes are covered in dust, normal as in the dormitory, these guys must wash them and hang them out immediately, but Jiang Kuo is not a normal person, he doesn't know how to wash, his highest achievement in washing clothes is washing underwear.

So he needs a bag, pack the clothes and take them to the hotel for laundry.

When looking through the closet, Li Zirui saw the clothes he brought back: "I thought you really threw it away, wash it quickly, it's all dust."

"I..." Jiang Kuo didn't know whether to say that he didn't know how to wash, or that he wanted to take it to the hotel to wash.

Neither of these sounds like a good fit.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth: "OK."

He took the clothes to the sink, turned on the faucet, rolled up the clothes, stretched them under the faucet, and the water immediately soaked him all over his face.

"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo slapped the faucet on very angrily.

After a while, he stretched out his clothes again, and carefully turned on the faucet a little bit. The water was too small. He bent over and squatted there for a long time, but his clothes were still not completely wet.

He could only turn on the water slowly while the faucet was not paying attention, and then try to rub it.

The water moistened his face again.

"Die!" He threw his clothes into the sink.

Probably because the scene was too tragic, Ma Xiao, who couldn't say ten words a day, was forced by him to say: "You take a basin."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded without moving.

Ma Xiao probably guessed it, so he pointed to a blue basin beside him: "You can use mine, I just bought it."

Jiang Kuo had already given up on washing clothes, but Ma Xiao's sentence "just bought it" seemed to see through that he didn't want to use it, but he didn't fully see through it, which made him a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

It is very difficult to maintain a state of "everyone is the same" with people he doesn't know very well in the dormitory. He feels that his words and deeds are completely out of place, and he has never tried to do this before. Always pay attention to other people's emotions, and there is no such opportunity.

But now he found that once you pay attention to whether every sentence is appropriate, you will become unable to say a word.

As a patient who fainted earlier than girls during military training, I was very irritable.

Go to hell.

"I don't know how to wash," Jiang Kuo said. "I haven't washed clothes before. I plan to take them to the hotel to wash them. If I knew it would be such a trouble, I might as well not wash them, and I don't plan to wear them."

"Don't you wear it?" Ma Xiao asked.

"I'm not angry enough." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's a pity." Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him. Ma Xiao should be the least expensive among the people in the dormitory. The things on Tang Li and Li Zirui's beds were all new, and only Ma Xiao brought old ones from home. The T-shirt was also very worn, and the collar was a little off.

Although Lu Haobo didn't throw away the clothes touched by him, he would never wear them again.

When looking at Ma Xiao, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Here are the clothes for you." Jiang Kuo said.

"Ah?" Ma Xiao looked at him.

"I didn't like it when I bought it, I took it casually," Jiang Kuo said while thinking about whether it was appropriate to say this, and at the same time felt that it's yours, who cares? Tired or not, "I don't know how to wear it after washing, How about giving it to you?"

Ma Xiao fell silent.

If the relationship in this dormitory is embarrassing, it is embarrassing, and embarrassment is better than tiredness.

After a few seconds, Ma Xiao nodded, "Thank you."

Because the clothes were given to Ma Xiao, he didn't have to think about washing them any more. Ma Xiao swiftly threw the clothes into the basin, and after a while, they were washed and hung up to dry.

Jiang Kuo stretched happily, rubbing his temples.

"Big money, and some clothes I don't wear," Li Zirui said, "It's great to have you at 119."

"At least you should lose some weight." Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't I give you two pieces for you to take apart and put them together."

Li Zirui patted his stomach with a smile: "I will probably lose a lot of weight if I fight with the bedchamber every day."

"Don't!" Tang Li was taken aback and grabbed his arm, "Calm down, roommates."

Jiang Kuo had a casual chat with Da Pao in front of the table, then went to take a shower, and then pulled Xiao Bo from the bed and hugged him: "I'll go to 107 to calm down all night."

"To the hero's dormitory?" Li Zirui said.

"If you don't want to call him by his name, you can call him 107%?" Jiang Kuo said, opening the cabinet and taking out an eye mask.

"Why don't you sleep in our room?" Li Zirui asked.

"I got a fever again, and my whole body hurts. It's too hot and uncomfortable," Jiang Kuo said. "107 has air conditioning."

"Oh," Li Zirui nodded, "That's right, it's more comfortable that way. Hero is a good person."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and went out with the quilt in his arms.

Duan Feifei earns [-] yuan, and earns a reputation as a good person. This business is both famous and profitable.

The people in 107 have finished eating Malatang, and they are paralyzed in the dormitory playing games at the moment.

Duan Feifei was on the bed, Dong Kun and Ding Zhe each had a reclining chair.

Seeing Jiang Kuo come in with the quilt in his arms, both Dong Kun and Ding Zhe stood up.

"You guys play first," Jiang Kuo looked around, and there was no place to stay in the house, "I'll come back later."

"It's okay, it's okay," Ding Zhe said as he walked out, "You lie on your back, we have plenty of recruits."

Jiang Kuo was not polite, he fell down on the recliner, and tore the quilt in his arms casually, regardless of whether it was covered or not.He has not stopped since he came back from the hotel. He is already feeling very tired now, and when he lay down like this, he suddenly felt a pain in his back.

It seemed that it was not Lu Haobo who was beaten just now but him.

"Stand there for the hell!" Duan Feifei cursed on the bed while holding the phone.

"Let's die first," Dong Kun said, "The gold master's father will clean up first."

Jiang Kuo waved his hand and didn't bother to say anything more.

Ding Zhe quickly returned to the dormitory, Jiang Kuo opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was carrying a recliner in his hand.

"I don't know where there is a warehouse?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Uncle Zhao took it from there," Ding Zhe said, "you can sleep on that one, it was bought by Fei Fei with a huge sum of money, it is the most comfortable."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo closed his eyes.

It is good to have an air conditioner. As long as the temperature is right for him to sleep, any sound or light will not affect him too much. Duan Feifan and the others don't make much movement while playing games, except for a few words occasionally.

After a while he fell asleep.

"Going back to the dormitory," Dong Kun yawned, "Tomorrow morning class, I'm so bored."

"Why don't you go to military training." Duan Feifei said.

"You asked for it," Ding Zhe put on a blanket, "I told you that you don't have to go, you have to suffer. If you feel bored, you can come to the classroom and chat with us."

"Come on," Duan Feifei said, "Then I'll go to military training."

"Let's go." Dong Kun patted Ding Zhe.

"Won't the gold master's father be freezing?" Ding Zhe glanced at Jiang Kuo who was sleeping as if he was in a coma, "The air conditioner in this room is really awesome. It's snowing."

"Are you going?" Dong Kun asked.

"Slapped me a few farts," Duan Feifei got out of bed, "This small movement, God may feel that the rain is too suffocating and I am embarrassed to let it go."

"Let's go." Ding Zhe and Dong Kun yawned and left the dormitory.

There was another series of thunder faintly outside, accompanied by a bolt of lightning.

Duan Feifei walked to the window and looked out. In the distance, there were silent and bright lightning bolts, one after another, and then connected into pieces.

It seems that the temperature is about to cool down next time. After a few rains, maybe Jiang Kuo will be looking for heating all over the world again in a month.

I don't know how long it will take for the rain to fall today, and the thunder is not exciting.

Duan Feifei yawned, opened his arms and stretched.

When the lazy waist stretched halfway, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded, as if it exploded on the top of the head.

Duan Feifei was taken aback, and suddenly retracted his arms, feeling that he had lost his breath in an instant.

"Fuck." He turned around.

There is a person standing behind him.

Paled face.

Hollow eyes.

When the lightning flashed, "唰" suddenly became whiter.

Although he had already realized that it was Jiang Kuo while being frightened, he still couldn't hold back.

"Ah!" He yelled, which really frightened him a lot.

It took about two seconds for Jiang Kuo to come back to his senses. He jumped on the spot and roared, "Your uncle!"

"Your uncle!" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Can you make some noise when you wake up! Who are you trying to scare to death here?"

"Is it thunder?" Jiang Kuo came over slowly and asked, "I woke up with a fright."

Duan Feifei found that this person has a very amazing thing, that is, he can ignore the other party's words and emotions anytime, anywhere, as long as he wants to say the next sentence, no matter what the last sentence was, he will just pinch you.

Duan Feifei got angry halfway, and he just pushed back.

"Is it going to rain?" Jiang Kuo walked to the window excitedly.

"En." Duan Feifei glanced out the window.

"You don't need military training tomorrow, do you?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Why?" Duan Feifei said, "A knife in the sky can make you sing in the auditorium for a whole day, but why don't you think about military training when it rains?"

Jiang Kuo looked back at him.

"If you don't want military training, you can ask for leave. You have a fever, don't you?" Duan Feifei sat on another recliner.

"I fainted on the first day of military training, and asked for leave on the second day," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to lose face."

"Why do you want to face this kind of face?" Duan Feifei smiled, "If you can't hold on and faint again tomorrow..."

"No way," Jiang Kuo picked up the temperature gun on the table and pressed it against his forehead, "I feel okay now."

"How much?" Duan Feifei asked.

"37.8," Jiang Kuo said, "started to retreat."

"Very optimistic." Duan Feifei took a piece of clothing and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower and washing up, I thought Jiang Kuo should have fallen asleep.

When the results came out, Jiang Kuo was leaning on the recliner with his arms pillowed and eyes open.

"Don't sleep anymore?" He turned off the light in the room, climbed onto his bed, and stretched comfortably.

"It scared you out of your spirit," Jiang Kuo said.

"Show some face," Duan Feifan said, "I shuddered from the bombardment, and then I shuddered when you punched me, I didn't even finish cursing."

"Is it raining?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Nope." Duan Feifei closed his eyes, "Stop talking."

He couldn't sleep at this time, and it must be after three or four o'clock. If Dong Kun and Ding Zhe were here, they could talk until midnight.

But I really don't know Jiang Kuo well, so I have nothing to say, and it's uncomfortable to talk dryly.

When he lay down until his back felt a little sore, Jiang Kuo suddenly said, "You can't sleep either?"

"I fell asleep." Duan Feifei said.

"I heard you panting." Jiang Kuo said.

"If you don't breathe, you're dead." Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced down, "Your ears are pretty good. With this air conditioner, can you still hear me panting?"

"My ears are especially good when I can't sleep." Jiang Kuo was silent for a while, "Why did you go to 119 today? Does that Lu have a grudge against you?"

"Watch the excitement." Duan Feifei said, "It's a pity I didn't see the scene where you kicked him out, just watched him fly."

"That idiot pretends to be aggressive with me tomorrow, and I'll let him see what it means to be aggressive." Jiang Kuo said, "I also checked the bedroom and entered your father's house without even a word of politeness."

"Stop scolding," Duan Feifei said, "You can't fall asleep even if you're excited about scolding."

"It's exciting to beat him up," Jiang Kuo said.

The room fell silent again.

Duan Feifei closed his eyes, but before he felt like falling asleep, Jiang Kuo spoke again: "Is there a washing machine in the supermarket opposite?"

"...There is an electrical appliance store in the back," Duan Feifei said, "It has all home appliances."

"Can I buy a refrigerator in the dormitory?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Little one, let's freeze a drink or something."

"Hey," Duan Feifei turned over and looked at him lying on the edge of the bed, "Your name is really correct, you are so rich, did your parents name it for you?"

Jiang Kuo smiled: "The stars are flat and wild, and the moon is surging and the river is flowing."

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

Did not understand.

"If you say so, you didn't make a mistake with your name," Jiang Kuo said, "Little Extraordinary Hero."

"I don't understand." Duan Feifei said.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.

"My father said that this child is very ordinary at first glance," Duan Feifei said, "If you can't just call Duan very ordinary, let's call him Duan Feifan."

Jiang Kuo laughed and coughed for a long time.

Then he jumped up suddenly, stepped on the small quilt that fell to the ground, and rushed into the toilet.

"Fuck?" Duan Feifei was startled, jumped out of bed and followed.

Jiang Kuo retched twice with his hands on the wall in the toilet.

"Let's go to the hospital tomorrow," Duan Feifei sighed, "Why did you still vomit, can you really vomit from laughter?"

"I haven't vomited yet." Jiang Kuo turned his head and glanced at him.

"I threw up and cleaned it up," Duan Feifan said, "There is no room service here, and [-] is your bed fee."

Jiang Kuo flipped back and raised his middle finger at him.