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

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the bedroom was cleaned, and Fegelein packed his luggage and headed to the airport.

Song Ziyan was the only one left in the dormitory.

Kim Jong Hyuk and his friend Lee Jung Won went off-campus to buy daily necessities.

Song Ziyan washed his hands and went to play with Alex in bedroom 802 opposite.A little envious.

802 bedroom is very clean.

Because someone has already lived there. Alex only knows that his roommate who came earlier is Chinese.

The other one who hasn't come yet is the Frenchman.

Song Ziyan told him: "The Chinese are called Su Yu, who is my uncle's cousin. The French are my elder brothers."

Alex is a little confused about these relationships.

Song Ziyan laughed happily: "Anyway, I know them. Don't worry, they are easy to get along with."

Seeing him smile, Alex smiled unconsciously: "Okay. By the way, let me clean the bedroom for you."

"No, it's just the living room."

At this time, Ivan, who lives in 803, came and called them out to buy the missing daily necessities.

Song Ziyan didn't need anything, he brought everything from home.

Alex and Ivan are gone.

Song Ziyan went back to the dormitory, put on his apron, and continued to clean.

Within minutes, there was a knock on the open door.

He raised his head and was taken aback for a moment: "Uncle Yanqing? Why are you here?"

"You insist on living in the school, can I not take a look?" Bai Yanqing smiled, looked him up and down, walked into the dormitory, and put the things he was carrying on the coffee table.

"What is that. How do you know I'm in this dormitory."

"Please ask your roommate to take care of our Yanyan gifts." Bai Yanqing looked around, "Ask Xiao Chen."

Xiao Chen was the driver who took Song Ziyan to school.

"Oh." Song Ziyan wiped the TV cabinet.

Bai Yanqing came out of the bedroom: "Three people sleep. Have the other roommates gone out?"

"Correct."

Bai Yanqing looked at his slender waist tied with the apron belt: "I heard from Xiao Chen that one is German and the other is Korean? Is the German your elder brother?"

Song Ziyan nodded, finished wiping, got up and went to the bathroom to wash towels.

Bai Yanqing followed and leaned against the door, watching him turn on the faucet, reach out his hand under the water, and rub the towel that had been plastered and blackened.

The sound of water pattering.

The upper body with the apron on shook slightly as he rubbed the dirty towel vigorously.

Bai Yanqing looked at it for a moment, then suddenly laughed lightly.

Song Ziyan was puzzled and glanced at him.

Bai Yanqing approached him with a smile, bowed his head slightly, and whispered in his ear, "Yanyan, you... you really look like a wife."

? !Song Ziyan pushed him away, blushing and said angrily, "You are the one."

Bai Yanqing laughed softly, looked him up and down again: "Where did you get the apron, huh?"

Song Ziyan ignored him.Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his lower back.

The fastened apron strings came loose.

He turned his head.

Bai Yanqing raised his lips and pinched the strap with his slender fingers: "I'll tie it for you."

Song Ziyan didn't have time to wipe his wet hands, and grabbed him: "No. Unless, unless it counts as a transaction."

"Yanyan, are you sure about such a trivial matter?"

Song Ziyan met his smiling eyes behind the lenses, and after a few seconds, he let go unhappily.

"You know that..."

"What about me?"

Song Ziyan really didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to talk to him.

Bai Yanqing couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand from his waist, and said in a low voice, "Look at you, there's so much water. My uncle's hands are all wet."

Song Ziyan simply slapped him.

Bai Yanqing smiled, stopped teasing him, tied his apron belt again, and took advantage of the opportunity to touch his waist, which was no more than the width of his palm.

"You really don't want to live off-campus with my uncle?"

Bai Yanqing didn't live on campus, but bought a flat in the high-end community at the west gate of the school.

"I don't." He was not stupid.

Then someone knocked on the door.

Song Ziyan wrung out the towel, pushed Bai Yanqing away, went out of the bathroom, and saw the person at the door.

".Brother."

Randall smiled and was about to speak out.

Bai Yanqing came out of the bathroom, and when he saw him, he greeted him with a smile: "Oh? Randall."

Song Ziyan was shocked, and he glanced at his senior brother, feeling guilty for no reason.

Randall's smile faded away, his eyes flickered past them, and he smiled again: "Does brother Yanqing also live in this dormitory?"

Bai Yanqing was very frank: "No, Yanyan lives here. Let me take a look."

Song Ziyan continued: "I live with my brother, and I have a Korean roommate. They have all gone out."

Randall understood: "Then, senior brother is leaving first? Just live opposite, bedroom 802."

"Okay. Brother, I know your roommate..." Song Ziyan told Randall what he had said to Alex.

Randall nodded, turned and left.

"Uncle Yanqing, you go too. I have to clean up." Song Ziyan chased him away.

Bai Yanqing smiled: "You clean yours, and I won't bother you."

Song Ziyan curled his lips: "Anyway, you go."

"What's the point. Oh, because I said you're such a wife|wife?"

"You're the one! I'm a boy."

Bai Yanqing laughed, and stood up: "It doesn't distinguish between genders. Okay, okay, don't get angry, I'll go."

Song Ziyan snorted.

It was so cute, Bai Yanqing smiled and asked him: "Dinning together at noon?"

"I don't want to eat with you."

"Yes. Uncle, let's go."

……

Song Ziyan cleaned the living room by himself, and sat on the stool to rest panting.

The sofa was a bit dirty and couldn't sit on it.

Song Ziyan remembered and called Jin Jonghyuk to ask him to buy sofa cushions and share the expenses.

It was almost twelve o'clock, Song Ziyan went to have lunch with Alex who came back from shopping.

Brother is not in the dormitory anymore.

The school has a canteen for international students.

Three people went to experience it once, and the taste was acceptable.

After dinner, Alex will go to the contracted chestnut live broadcast company.

Ivan is going to meet another Chinese friend he met on the Internet.

Song Ziyan went back to the dormitory by himself, but Jin Jonghyuk hadn't returned yet.After picking up his brother last night, he went home and didn't sleep until one o'clock in the morning.

Worked all morning again today.

Song Ziyan was a little sleepy and was about to take a bath so he could take a nap.

The living room doorbell rang.

When Song Ziyan went to open the door, it was Su Yu who was wearing a military training uniform.He hurriedly invited the other party in.

Su Yu regretted that he forgot to send him a letter last night, otherwise they would be in the same dormitory.

Song Ziyan was embarrassed and said that he had forgotten too.

In fact, he didn't forget.He can't spoil the plot, Su Yu is the protagonist in the book.

Seeing that his two roommates were not there, Su Yu called him to play in 802.

Song Ziyan didn't refuse, closed the door and went to the opposite side.

The senior brother is in the dormitory, and the friend of the senior brother who signed up and met this morning, He Jialiang is also there.

Song Ziyan greeted politely: "Hello."

He Jialiang sighed: "Hey, how are you?"

Su Yu said with a smile: "Student. Don't bully our Ziyan."

Randall came out of the bedroom: "What's wrong?"

"Haha, no. I'm joking, Ziyan, don't take it to heart." He Jialiang said sincerely.

Song Ziyan smiled shyly: "It's okay. But, I don't know what to call you."

"How old are you?"

"Yes."

"I'm the same as your senior brother, 19 years old. If you don't mind, how about calling me brother Jialiang?"

Song Ziyan nodded, and called obediently, "Brother Jialiang."

He Jialiang responded with a smile.

Randall frowned slightly and patted his arm.

"Brother, let the classmates get to know each other, don't make a big deal out of it." He Jialiang said.

Randall was speechless and glanced at Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan looked at him in confusion.

Randall concealed the subtle emotions in his heart and smiled: "It's okay. Ziyan, are you going to meet the freshmen tonight?"

At [-] o'clock tonight, there will be a meet and greet for each major in the freshman year.

At that time, there will be sophomore and junior senior sisters and seniors, and many small games will be played.

This is an annual tradition at S University.

In this way, the students can get to know each other and broaden their friendship.

Song Ziyan nodded: "Brother, what about you?"

Of course Randall will go.

"So you all know each other?" Su Yu asked curiously.

Song Ziyan explained.

Several people chatted for a while, Randall took a change of clothes and planned to take a shower.

Not long after he went in, he walked out with his upper body bare.

Loud water in the bathroom.

The faucet is broken and won't turn off.

"My, mine, I forgot to remind you. There was something wrong with this faucet in the morning, and I forgot to report it for repair. I will go to the dormitory downstairs now." Su Yu hurried away after speaking.

To avoid wasting water, Song Ziyan wanted to go to their dormitory to get a bucket, but He Jialiang said in surprise.

"Randall, what's the matter with your back?"

Randall paused, and subconsciously glanced at Song Ziyan.

He Jialiang caught it and looked over.

Song Ziyan was stunned, and looked behind Randall who said it was nothing after he realized it.

Immediately, his face turned red with embarrassment.

Randall's shoulder blades were criss-crossed several times, which were obviously scratches from fingernails.

This is what he did...

"Brother, I, I'm going to the dormitory to get the bucket." Song Ziyan's ears were red, and he quickly slipped away.

He Jialiang frowned in doubt, looked back and forth for a few times, and then said in surprise: "You two brothers..."

"No."

"Not yet? Is this the beauty's younger brother? No wonder I'm not allowed to make up my mind."

"No," Randall smiled faintly, "I have to describe it. It's probably performance art."

"?"

……

Song Ziyan blushed, and went back to 801 after delivering the barrels, and didn't have the face to stay in 802 anymore.

He took a shower, turned on the air conditioner, and covered himself in the blanket.

As he thought about it, the temperature on his face rose again.

When the senior brother teased him twice, he couldn't bear it, and unconsciously grabbed the senior brother's back.

He didn't remember at all that the force was so heavy.

Song Ziyan thought about it, picked up his phone and sent a message: Brother, I'm sorry...

A few minutes later, Randall replied: It's okay.

Song Ziyan: I'm really sorry, I didn't know I used so much force.

Randall: Zi Yan.hush.

Song Ziyan was worried, not understanding what this sentence meant.

Randall: Let's take a lunch break ^_^.good dream.

Perhaps because of his thoughts, Song Ziyan didn't have a good dream, but instead dreamed of his senior brother.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jin Jong Hyuk came back from going out, followed by several people carrying things.

The major industries of the Kim family cover almost all aspects of national life in South Korea, and they also have industries in China.

These people are the assistants specially dispatched by the Chinese branch to carry things for Young Master Jin.

Kim Jong Hyuk sent several messages to Song Ziyan, but did not receive a reply.

Song Ziyan would not ignore him at this time.

Jin Jong Hyuk guessed that he might have fallen asleep, and warned the assistants to be quiet.

He opens the bedroom door.

Song Ziyan's bed could not be seen from below, he stepped on the stairs, and when he reached the third step, there was a white and tender foot sticking out of the bed in his eyes.

Jin Jong Hyuk breathed slightly, stared at it for a while, and slowly went up the steps.

As expected, Song Ziyan fell asleep.

Kim Jong Hyuk came to the bed.

Song Ziyan closed his eyes, with a magnificent face, his cheeks were seductively flushed.

Kim Jong Hyuk's Adam's apple rolled.

He didn't seem to be sleeping well, was he dreaming?

Kim Jong Hyuk just finished thinking this way.For Song Ziyan who was in a dream, his senior brother lightly bit his Adam's apple.

Song Ziyan's body trembled, his breathing became rapid, his hand under the quilt grabbed the sheet, and then he hummed uncontrollably.

The sound is very small, like a small animal.

Jin Jong Hyuk watched, his eyes gradually darkened.

The author has something to say: Kim Jong Hyuk: Seba.I want to eat my wife's mouth.