muddy boy

Apartment 307 did not welcome the sixth resident. The main reason is that there are too few new professionals, Chen Linhu, and the dormitory has not been fully filled for them for the time being.

The whole class didn't have enough mahjong tables, and there was no need to roll names in class. The teacher would check and count the heads to know if there was a shortage of people.

This also resulted in the lack of students in their class during military training, and the array looked thin and watery. Therefore, except for students who were really sick and who could produce certificates, few of them could ask for leave to rest.

There are five people in Chen Linhu's dormitory, all with healthy limbs, and none of them escaped. They all do military training work, and occasionally they have to help their seniors and sisters move things.

The first one who couldn't stand it was not Fang Qing, who was as tall as a stick, but Shang Qinghua, who had a table full of skin care products.

Classmate Shang couldn't save his darkening face even after applying the mask for three days. He pretended to be weak and fainted and asked for leave. He glanced at the gray floor tiles. Squatting, got the 10-minute rest time given by the instructor, and then continued to come back to stand in a military posture in a desperate manner.

Compared with him, Fang Qing is much more witty. Before everyone has realized it, he has already gotten acquainted with the seniors and sisters leading the class. Go back and dawdle for an hour before coming back.

The most miserable one should be the first class, who is already dark, and absorbs more heat than others. After a few days, it transitions from "a little dark" to "dark", and when I go back to the dormitory at night, I can't find other people without turning on the lights. where.

Zhang Xun hadn't seen Chen Linhu for a few days, and it was already the last day of military training when he saw him again.

He was lowering his head to put coffee sugar packets on the tray, one hand stretched out in front of him, he tapped the table with his fingers, and a slightly deep voice sounded: "Order."

Zhang Xun wondered which uncle was playing with him again, and when he looked up, he saw Chen Linhu's half-smiling face.

After half a month of military training, Chen Linhu hasn't changed at all. His skin is as white as if he had piled it out of the snow, but his hair has been shaved a lot shorter, without the cover of bangs, and his facial features are more sharp. The degree of underbeating has increased seven or eight times.

"Where did you get your hair cut?" Zhang Xun couldn't help laughing when he saw his thick bangs. "Smear some meat sauce on your head, and the dog will eat it neater than this."

Chen Linhu didn't really mind the hairstyle he shaved for 15 yuan in the alleys around the school, so he flicked it casually: "It doesn't affect the drink, and you don't want to order?"

"Give it up," Zhang Xun handed the tray to Wu Yue who came to get the meal, and asked while poking at the stand-alone machine, "What do you want to drink?"

"Two cups of latte," Chen Linhu said, "One cup of iced Americano, and two cups of milk tea."

Zhang Xun didn't move when he poked Bing American: "Do you want to order or report the name of the dish?"

A few heads stuck out behind Chen Linhu, Shang Qinghua said: "Order, there are so many people standing here, why didn't they see it?"

"Just say you are tall, don't stand forward," Zhou Zhuangzhuang complained to Chen Linhu, "Is it reasonable to order a single waiter and see you alone?"

It's really outrageous, but Chen Linhu won't stop doing it just because it's outrageous.

"If you are short, you can wear underwear to increase your height." Chen Linhu didn't turn his head.

Zhang Xun saw that Zhou Zhuangzhuang's gasping was visible to the naked eye and his mouth was squinting, so he hurriedly interrupted the upcoming battle: "We came together in the dormitory."

Only then did Zhou Zhuangzhuang recognize Zhang Xun: "Didn't you accompany Chen Linhu on the day of reporting..."

"Yes," Zhang Xun smiled, "He didn't bother you much, did he?"

Chen Linhu felt that these words were not pleasant to his ears, so he looked at Zhang Xun with a frown.

"Look at my body," Zhou Zhuangzhuang was annoyed, "Who dares to recruit me."

"Brother, hurry up and order," Gao Yi said with a sad face, "the fight will start later, if you order something to drink, shut your mouth first, at least you can avoid a few bad words."

Fang Qing echoed: "Hurry up, the main thing is to stop the person who can't beat him and can only rely on his mouth."

Zhang Xun could not hold back his laughter by relying on his professional ethics of working part-time for half a year.

After ordering, several other people found a place to sit by the window, and Chen Linhu was about to leave, but saw a head appearing from behind the counter, holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and whispered: "Brother."

Chen Linhu recognized Ding Yule from the big spectacle frame, he was a little surprised, and retracted his step forward: "Why are you here?"

"Writing composition," Ding Yule's voice was just a little louder than a mosquito, "Mr. Zhang taught me."

After speaking, he raised the composition paper in his hand, and Chen Linhu could distinguish the two words on the title, "Youth" from the small bean cursive font on it.

"His mother knows that I used to teach Chinese, so let me help you score," Zhang Xun explained to Chen Linhu while mixing milk tea, "Come here once or twice a week, and his school is on the street behind."

Chen Linhu said "Oh", no wonder Ding Yule called Zhang Xun a teacher. It turned out that Zhang Xun really retained some of the habits of teaching and educating people.

He was a little foolish, and Zhang Xun was holding a cigarette in his mouth to teach people what it was like to write about youth. He leaned over to the counter and took a look. Ding Yule timidly wrote, "I didn't know it was youth when I was confused."

It's quite literary. Chen Linhu wrote a similar topic when he was in high school. He cobbled together the chicken soup he read before and pulled out [-] words, and he didn't even get half of the marks.

Ding Yule was stared at and unable to write, so he looked up at Chen Linhu through the Harry Potter-like round lens.

"Very good," Chen Linhu thought he was making a comment, and tried his best to squeeze out a few words, "If I can write this sentence, I won't drink latte here."

Zhang Xun held the coffee machine and laughed for a long time.

Chen Linhu glanced at him sideways, ignored him, and looked down at Ding Yule, struggling to swipe up a few words, sitting up straight and lying forward from time to time, giving way to Wu Yue and Zhang Xun who were coming in and out, and asked: " Why don't you go home and write?"

"Grandma and grandpa are at home," Ding Yule said, picking at the pen holder, "I can't hear it, and the sound of the TV has to be set to forty or fifty, and it's not as quiet as here."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at the notebook in hand, which contained the composition routine written by Zhang Xun.

Chen Linhu had seen Zhang Xun's handwriting at his home before, but he didn't read it carefully. Now that he saw it at a close distance, he felt that the handwriting was powerful, which did not match Zhang Xun's somewhat sleek image.

"Brother," Ding Yule called out, and asked eagerly, "Have you eaten the chocolate?"

Chen Linhu was stunned for a moment, then recalled the box of chocolates that he and Old Chen had divided up: "Yes."

Well, there is no more to say, Ding Yule looked at him eagerly, Chen Linhu was puzzled, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Xun.

"No feedback after eating?" Zhang Xun pointed out, "Why don't you and his brain waves get in the same place?"

"It's delicious," Chen Linhu understood, and said honestly, "My grandfather's blood sugar is almost high."

Ding Yule was grinning in the first half of the sentence, but before the corners of his mouth reached the peak, he was pressed down by the second half of the sentence.

"Stop talking," Zhang Xun persuaded Chen Linhu, "I'm afraid that if you keep talking, you will become a hurdle in Ding Yule's youth."

In order not to add unnecessary negative influence to Ding Yule's composition, Chen Linhu was forced to shut up.

Wu Yue, who came to pick up the meal, laughed straight at the conversation: "I just passed by your roommate, and I heard that they were studying how you can make you mad with just one or two words."

"They didn't meet barriers in adolescence," Chen Linhu said with lowered eyes and a flat tone, "Now they have made up for it, it's normal."

Zhang Xun really couldn't stand it: "Can you stop borrowing the donkey from the slope, I didn't praise you just now."

Chen Linhu didn't say a word, there weren't many people in the book café at the moment, and he wasn't too stupid to go back to the group of roommates who kicked him, so he lay on the counter, resting his face on his hands and watching Ding Yule write a composition, smelling the smell of coffee. After smelling the fragrance, his eyes drifted to Zhang Xun's side.

The milk tea has already been delivered by Wu Yue, and now Zhang Xun is making a latte, pulling a fairly delicate flower.

I don’t know if it is because he has accumulated more experience because he is eight years older than him. Teacher Zhang always seems to be calm and steady when doing things. latte on tray.

"I'm talking to you," Zhang Xun's voice reached Chen Linhu's ears, "You can run away?"

Chen Linhu blinked: "Huh?"

"You and that Liangzi," Zhang Xun raised his chin, "you still go out together?"

Chen Linhu followed his gaze to see the four in 307, Zhou Zhuangzhuang was pulling up his sleeves to show off his biceps with Gao Yi, Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes in contempt.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Chen Linhu didn't take it seriously.

"It doesn't look like he's the type to give in casually." Zhang Xun felt that he was quite accurate in judging people. "I thought you two would have to compare sooner or later. I'm not so stupid as to get together now."

Chen Linhu said lightly: "He and I are often called to help move things together."

The two of them are the tallest among the freshmen, Zhou Zhuangzhuang is as the name suggests, and Chen Linhu is shorter than Chen Linhu, but he has a strong body. Whenever there is a heavy job to do, he will call them to help.

Zhang Xun guessed that this should be regarded as friendship with Guochuang and carrying a gun together, and it is indeed easier to establish friendship between boys: "After the revolutionary fronts are united, will he recognize you?"

"No," Chen Linhu said, "It was because he saw that I was carrying the chair with both hands, and I was able to free my feet to chase and kick him, so he took the initiative to turn the page."

"..." It turned out that it wasn't that there was no gesture, but that the enemy had never gestured, "You are living in a wolf-like society."

Chen Linhu propped his face, and raised the corner of his mouth: "This is how I solve the problem." And the person who caused the problem.

As for how stupid Zhou Zhuangzhuang was, Chen Linhu didn't care much.

In the past few days of military training, it is estimated that the two of them did not have less conflicts, but judging from the attitudes of other people in Chen Linhu's dormitory, Zhang Xun guessed that the one who took the initiative to find trouble was probably not his young landlord.

The young landlord is amazing, he is easy to get into trouble, although he doesn't take the initiative to find trouble, but he is not afraid of trouble when it comes to his door, Zhou Zhuangzhuang kicked a big iron plate in his head, thinking that it would be enough to tear it down, but he was not so foolish as to stand up and become a big iron plate After leaving Transformers, Zhou Zhuangzhuang chose to take a step back under the sandbag-sized fist.

Chen Linhu was not interested in chasing soft prey, Zhou Zhuangzhuang took a step back and found that this person seemed not so unreasonable, and he became a little curious recently, but it was a pity that he was not stupid to use his hot face to cover other people's cold buttocks, I had no choice but to not interfere with each other without embarrassment or embarrassment.

"I don't need to worry about your share." Zhang Xun raised his hand in surrender under Chen Linhu's slightly smug gaze, "You take your seat quickly, and I'll make another cup of coffee and bring it to you."

As if he had received the notice of victory, Chen Linhu felt that he could use the facts to overwhelm Zhang Xun's reasoning, and he felt a sense of accomplishment. He magnanimously ignored Zhang Xun's smile, walked to the place where everyone in the dormitory was, pulled out the chair and sat down. To Shang Qinghua's side.

As soon as he took his seat, Zhou Zhuangzhuang removed the magazine covering his face: "Hey, your brother works here?"

"It's not my brother," Chen Linhu casually picked up a comic book that the last customer put on the bookshelf behind him, "No discount."

Zhou Zhuangzhuang asked stupidly why it wasn't your brother, and he immediately became angry when he heard this: "Can you not fool me on those people who love to take advantage of small things?"

"That's an acquaintance, how did we know each other?" Shang Qinghua took a sip of milk tea, looked at the pimples on his face from the selfie camera of his mobile phone, "I only found out that this book bar is quite popular in school when I went to the school forum. Welcome, out of the three photos posted on the forum, two of them were taken by the person just now... Hey, I can't get rid of the pimples on my face, it's really annoying."

"The environment here is very good," Gao Yi said with a smile, "I also have acne on my face, you are white, so you can see it clearly, my acne is like a crow standing on a coal pile, you can only find clues with a magnifying glass .”

Chen Linhu has never checked the school forum, and he is not very keen on this kind of gossip: "Neighbor."

"Neighbor?" Zhou Zhuangzhuang was surprised, "Is there such a close neighbor these days? I thought it was your brother to accompany the report to find a dormitory!"

Shang Qinghua was also a little surprised: "Yo, that's really a very familiar neighbor, since I was a child?"

Iron relationship?Chen Linhu was stunned for a moment, he has a strong relationship with Zhang Xun?