Perfect Two

As for what's different... When people eat too much, the blood supply to the brain can't keep up, and it's hard to think about problems.

Cheng Xirong's mind went blank, and he simply gave up thinking about this question.Anyway, he is unwilling to waste energy and physical strength on anything related to Fu Zhou.

Yes, waste.

Whether it is energy, love, or other qualities, there is a sum of people.The range of this sum remains unchanged, but parts of it can be cut and divided into different components.If someone loves clothes seven points, then the enthusiasm and devotion to other things is only three points, and they are destined not to be very focused.

Cheng Xirong separated a little bit of the feelings in his heart, and he didn't know how much. In short, he just scratched and gave it to Fu Zhou.It's a pity that Fu Zhou didn't answer.No matter how much it is, take it all back and never give it to him again.

Not at all.Will not give in the future.

But will he want it?

Cheng Xirong felt drowsy when he was full, and he was so dazed that he didn't know where his mind was wandering.

Seeing Cheng Xirong's contentment, Fu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, like a feline, and didn't want to break the situation.In the afternoon, there is sunshine outside the window, and there is air conditioning indoors.In the empty hall, there are no other people, only sitting opposite each other.

This scene actually makes people a little nostalgic.

This hit the little tenderness in Fu Zhou's heart, and it also fixed Fu Zhou in place, making his eyes stick to Cheng Xirong, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

It would be nice if it could go on like this.Just keep looking at him.

No...not now, it's not satisfying to stop here.There is a longer future, and there is a future, and everything is needed.

Fu Zhou fought against heaven and man, trying to defeat himself, but he couldn't tell the winner.It wasn't until Cheng Xirong yawned and stretched cautiously that the situation was broken.Fu Zhou's gaze broke at this point, he turned his head away in embarrassment, and found another sentence to cover up: "Sleepy?"

With his mind empty, Cheng Xirong was exceptionally obedient and cooperative, and nodded: "I'll go back to the dormitory to sleep."

Fu Zhou stood up, and Cheng Xirong asked again: "Why are you going?"

"..." Don't we go together?No, it's not going to sleep together, at least go to the dormitory together, right?

Fu Zhou was silent for a while, then thought of his own words, and asked, "Are you still going to the studio this afternoon?"

Cheng Xirong thought for a while, "I don't know how long I've been asleep."

Fu Zhou: "Go to sleep first, and then we'll talk when you wake up."

"What about you?"

Fu Zhou: "I have a manuscript that needs to be revised. Do you have a computer in your dormitory?" There must be.Which young man does not have a computer now, but he has never brought it with him, it must be in the dormitory.

Cheng Xirong thought for a while: "No."

Fu Zhou: "...Manuscripts are also fine. Give me paper and pen."

"I don't know if this is available. Go and see."

Cheng Xirong hasn't been in the dormitory for a long time.Only when he was reborn in this body, did he stay here for a moment.At that time, he was found by Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng, and many students recognized him.Afraid of causing a bigger impact, he sort of hid out and lived with Fu Zhou.Then I never came back, not even my clothes.

Pan Nanxing didn't even have a few clothes. In Cheng Xirong's view, they were all tattered, so it was better to just throw them away.After moving out, he picked and bought some clothes according to Pan Nanxing's consumption level.Although it is still a T-shirt and jeans, but a T-shirt is not something that can be put on the body just by buying one indiscriminately.

There is nothing wrong with Pan Nanxing's aesthetics, but his vision is too narrow, and his knowledge is limited to his age.His peers are at his level, or even worse than him.However, Cheng Xirong has a lot of glimpses and glimpses, so he naturally has a way of managing his appearance.

The clothes he is wearing now look very casual and relaxed, but they have actually been well-matched.Compared with when Pan Nanxing was in charge of this body, people could see the changes, but they couldn't tell what had changed.

So that when Cheng Xirong pushed open the door of the dormitory, the people inside turned their heads to see him, and their eyes were glued to him, a little puzzled and dazed.

Cheng Xirong was surprised that there were actually people in the dormitory.I remember that he was always alone in the dormitory before, and the remaining three people, some lived in this city, and some went out to rent a house.So Cheng Xirong stopped at the door and looked at the people inside.

Three seconds later, Cheng Xirong saw the mess on his bed from the corner of his eye, and then looked away.This group of children is good, they use their own bed as a utility room when they are not around, and dare to put everything on it.Thinking back, Pan Nanxing didn't do this when they were away, did he?

The roommate also followed Cheng Xirong's gaze and looked up obliquely. When he touched the boxes and boxes on the bed, he quickly withdrew his gaze, stared at Cheng Xirong and asked, "Didn't you drop out of school?"

Cheng Xirong: "It turns out that you don't need to reserve a bed if you leave school?"

The roommate's face was embarrassing, but in the blink of an eye, he immediately took it for granted.He first prepared himself psychologically, and then began to persuade Cheng Xirong: "You see, you are not here, so you all moved back. You can't put your things down!"

Good reason.Can't let go, can you?Then you have to find a way to solve it.

Cheng Xirong was too lazy to bother with these people, nodded, and said directly: "There are too many things, and I can't let them go."

The roommate nodded: "Isn't it! It's such a big place, and there are a few people, of course it's crowded."

Cheng Xirong smiled at him: "If you have less stuff, you should be able to put it down."

The roommate paused, his expression froze, and he vaguely sensed something: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong moved a little to the side, revealing the person behind him.He glanced back sideways, pointed to his bed, and said, "Go, clean up the trash."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Mr. Fu, a large dog, walked in with a red face.It looked like he was unwilling, but his steps were quite brisk, and he climbed up the ladder in two steps.He was too tall, so he could only squat on the bed, picked up a suitcase and threw it down.

When the box hit the ground, there was not much movement, so it could be seen that there were a lot of things inside.It was quite heavy, and one corner of the plastic shell was sunken, and the surrounding area immediately cracked.

Cheng Xirong took a step back and frowned slightly.People with a bad heart are easily frightened.It's just that someone pushed the door and came in, he would be shocked, let alone such a big movement.

Fu Zhou glanced this way, and put the second box back.He looked down at the jumping people on the ground, and pointed to the tattered suitcase on the ground: "Whose?"

"Mine! Do you know how much this box costs me?! I haven't even paid off my credit card yet!"

Fu Zhou let out an "oh" and continued to ask, "Whose is this?" while holding a dirty bed sheet.

The roommate stopped talking.Cheng Xirong at the door responded, "Mine."

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