I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

After drinking for three rounds, the sky has already darkened.

When Song Ziyan came out of the B&B opposite, the bus parked at the archway happened to leave.

Car.

Song Ziyan touched the key in his pocket and walked into the restaurant.

The boss is clearing the table.

Randall woke up with his eyes closed, his eyes full of drunkenness, and a misty cigarette curled between his fingers.

Song Ziyan walked over and shouted guiltyly: "Brother."

Randall looked up at him, smiled, and asked, "Have you opened the room?"

Song Ziyan nodded.

"Then let's go." Randall put out the cigarette he hadn't smoked, stood up, and shook his body.

Song Ziyan hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Randall sighed with a smile and walked forward.

The boss came out of the kitchen and shook the water on his hand: "Let's go now? Do you want to help?"

"No," Randall said with a smile, "thanks for the treat tonight."

"You're welcome." The boss was very nice, and said that he would send them to the hotel if he didn't need to help.

Song Ziyan, who has thin arms and legs, helped Randall, a tall man, worrying about any mistakes on the road.

When it was delivered, the boss left a jar of peach blossom wine that he promised to give to Song Ziyan, and then left.

As soon as the door was closed, there were only two brothers and sisters left.

The town has just been built and there are no tourists.

This is considered to be half a rural area. Most of the young people have gone to the cities to work, and those who stayed in their hometowns to do construction are middle-aged and elderly people.

Rural people don't have much nocturnal activities, and they usually stay at home when it gets dark.

The town, which is not noisy during the day, is even more quiet at this moment.

Song Ziyan stood at the door, looked at Randall who was leaning on the bed, and found that the other party was also looking at him, and lowered his head awkwardly.

After a while, I smelled smoke.

He looked up, and the senior brother lit another cigarette.

Song Ziyan pinched his fingers and felt that he should say something. After thinking for a long time, he said: "...Brother, then, you should go to bed early. I'm going back to my room. Call me if you have anything to do."

He opened two rooms.

Randall glanced at the tea table with only one vase on it, and then at the TV cabinet.

Finally, his eyes fell on Song Ziyan's face.

Song Ziyan's eyes dodged.

Randall smiled lightly: "Okay."

Song Ziyan opened the door and left. His room was next door. He took the key to open the door, but he couldn't open it. After identifying it, he found out that he was using the room of his senior brother.

He changed, suddenly a little discouraged.

He suspected that his senior brother had noticed it, since he kept persuading him to drink.

Song Ziyan was in a mess. He lay on the bed for a while, then got up to take a bath.

I didn't plan to stay here tonight, so I didn't bring a change of clothes.

Fortunately, there are bathrobes here.

Song Ziyan washed the changed clothes and hung them by the window.

It was only after eight o'clock.

The soundproofing of this house is not good, and he can hear the voices in the brother's room next door.

The faucet was splashing.

Senior Brother is probably doing laundry.

Song Ziyan put his face under the quilt wearily, look, senior brother can still wash clothes.

Brother Shi only drank a bowl of wine, which was much higher than the RIO cocktail.

But senior brother will only feel dizzy and weak when drunk, and the level of peach blossom wine will only make senior brother dizzy a little more, but will not lose consciousness.

He couldn't even figure out how he in the book would come up with the idea of ​​being a burglar in the middle of the night to steal Brother Xiang.

In the book, he failed three times in a row, and he was full of resentment at first, but today he saw that his senior brother treated him as usual.

He thought again.

At dinner, he intentionally got his brother drunk, stole the room key, and sneaked into his room in the middle of the night.

Hit the elder brother up and down.

……

Song Ziyan was afraid even thinking about it. This kind of bad behavior can definitely call the police and arrest him.

Song Ziyan was worried, and wanted to strengthen his courage, so he drank some peach blossom wine, preferably half drunk.

But he got out of the quilt, looked around, and found that he didn't bring it, and the wine was in the brother's room.

He didn't want to disturb him, he just wanted to let his brother fall asleep quickly, so he took out his mobile phone to pass the time.

On September [-]th, the day after tomorrow, international students sign up.

At noon, he asked his brother when he would be back tomorrow, and he got a reply an hour ago.

Arrive at the high-speed rail station at eleven o'clock tomorrow night.

Song Ziyan replied that he was going to pick him up, and exited the dialog box, not expecting his brother to reply immediately.

Suddenly, a video request popped up on the screen.

The sudden ringing startled him.

It was my brother calling, Song Ziyan connected, and a handsome and stern face appeared in sight.

Song Ziyan was inexplicably guilty, the people he was most sorry for were his brother and senior brother.

Alex is okay, the other party doesn't know.

Fegelein saw him, and his eyebrows softened a little: "It's too late, there's no need to pick him up."

"It's okay. Brother, will you sleep at home tomorrow night?"

"Booked a hotel near the school. Have you been drinking?"

Song Ziyan nodded: "How do you know?"

"The voice is not quite right." In fact, Fegelein blushed seeing him.

And the more usual ruddy lips.

Fegelein turned his eyes away, stopped looking, and said that nothing had happened.

It will take some time to forgive him.

Song Ziyan smiled harmoniously: "I drank four or five bowls of wine tonight."

"bowl?"

"Folk culture, they usually use bowls for drinking in this town."

Song Ziyan chatted with Fegelein and fell asleep at some point.

He woke up only when the system called him.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

Song Ziyan washed his face soberly, and touched the hanging underwear, but didn't do anything.

I had no choice but to stop wearing it.

Song Ziyan opened the door, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on.

He came to the door of the senior brother's room, stood there for two or three minutes with a heavy heartbeat, took a deep breath, and slowly turned the key.

In the book, he came at ten o'clock, I hope the brother at one o'clock in the morning is fast asleep.

The door opened.

Song Ziyan closed the door lightly, and suddenly there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room.

Look through the moonlight through the window.

Song Ziyan was overjoyed, there were cups and the altar of peach blossom wine on the coffee table.

Senior brother drank by himself!

Wouldn't that be more convenient for him!

It would be best if the elder brother didn't find out about this matter, and the mud bodhisattva has a bit of a temper, let alone the elder brother.

He is also afraid of other things, but what he is most afraid of is that his senior brother will not be able to control him again.

Song Ziyan quietly came to the bed.

The elder brother has long curly hair hanging loose, his eyebrows are picturesque, and under the moonlit night, his demeanor is even more dusty.

Song Ziyan was ashamed, and for a while, gently lifted the quilt with fear.

The elder brother is not wearing a bathrobe, but only a bath towel around his waist. His eight-pack abs are not exaggerated, they are just right and well-defined.

Song Ziyan's heart was beating like thunder, fearing that something would happen if he delayed for a long time, so he stretched out his sweaty palm and touched his abdominal muscles.

Immediately, he gently climbed onto the bed.

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