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

After all the self-introductions, the rosy sunset over the opposite teaching building faded.

The sky was dark blue.

Lights were on in several classrooms where classes were held.

The senior sister organized everyone to play games.Guess the song, let me guess who you draw, who is the undercover agent.

Song Ziyan is not good at guessing songs.

If you draw, I guess, everyone may see that he and his brother are Chinese in conversation, but they look like foreigners, so let the two of them be together.

Song Ziyan blushed slightly, and when he saw his senior brother, he was ashamed and waved his hands again and again.

So I changed to another person to partner with my brother.

The game is timed for 1 minute, and there are [-] questions. Randall only guessed two of them. He smiled and said sorry to his classmates who cooperated with him.

He returns to his position.

He Jialiang felt strange.

The topic of this round is idioms. Randall has been in China for six years. He is talented, intelligent, well-read in poetry and books, and very talented.

Randall is even more familiar with all kinds of idioms.

The classmates draw and count accurately.

It seems that he is out of mind.

He Jialiang glanced at Song Ziyan who was carelessly joking with his classmates, and he didn't gossip after all.

Game time is over.

Just after playing the game, the teams were divided, and then each captain will perform their talents.

Song Ziyan was the team leader of their group. He went to the middle of the classroom and sang Katyusha in Russian with a blushing face without any musical instruments.

Randall is also the captain.

He Jialiang was the first to say that Randall could write brush characters with his left and right hands at the same time, and write different characters respectively.

The writing is just as good.

Students majoring in Chinese painting, how could they not have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the meeting.

The seniors made arrangements immediately.

Song Ziyan wanted to look around, when the phone vibrated and Bai Qifang called.

He goes outside the classroom.

Randall glanced at his back, suddenly smiled faintly, and sighed inwardly.

Dodge him like this.

He knew that taking comfort for a while would disturb the long-term friendship between their brothers and sisters.

No matter how much the two of them pretended nothing had happened, if it happened, it happened. If they didn't know, how could they keep their minds focused.

as well as.

Bai Yanqing and Song Ziyan, their uncle and nephew are not lovers.

What kind of relationship should that be?

Forget it, get out as soon as possible before you sink in.

Randall dipped his pen and ink, and wrote with both hands at the same time-he never loved the good night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon.

……

After responding to the compliments from his classmates, Randall took out the lighter that he had thrown away and picked up in his pocket before.

He looked down.

In fact, this lighter has no special significance.

Compared with the gifts that Song Ziyan gave to his senior brother every year and festival, the meaning is the same.

It's just that he's out of his mind now.

Randall rubbed the lighter with his fingertips and walked towards the trash can.

He stretched his hand into the air, but he didn't throw it for a long time.

Randall paused for a while, and finally retracted it, placing it on the table in front of He Jialiang.

"Do what?"

"For your use."

He Jialiang was inexplicable: "I have a lighter."

Randall laughed and said, "One more is not much."

He Jialiang glanced at him, thinking of the poem he just wrote that was excerpted from Tang Dynasty poet Li Yi's "Writing Love", he vaguely understood it.I'm afraid, is this a lighter with a story?

……

Corridor outside the classroom.

Song Ziyan answered the phone, it turned out that it was Kim Jong Hyuk who was about to perform a talent dance.

Bai Qifang excitedly called him to watch, saying that there were many people from other classes, and the classroom was crowded to death.

Song Ziyan refused, and he was not interested in Kim Jong Hyuk, so he hung up the phone and went to the bathroom.

The terrain is not very familiar, so I searched for a while.

After washing hands, the phone buzzed a few times.

Bai Qifang and Bai Yanqing both sent messages at about the same time.

Song Ziyan watched Bai Qifang's first, which was a video with a dark cover.

He clicked on it, and two seconds later, several flashlights lit up on the screen, accompanied by the appearance of a man in the middle of the classroom, and the boys and girls screamed excitedly.

Kim Jong Hyuk took off the baseball cap that he has been wearing for the past few days, revealing his platinum-blond hair.

Rhythmic music played.

He looked arrogant and lazy, dancing to the beat of the music, relaxed and casual.

The screaming continued in the classroom, and there were so many people, as if there was a concert.

At the end of the dance, Kim Jong Hyuk used his hand as a gun to Bai Qifang holding the phone's rear camera.

With a loose smile on the corner of his mouth, he fired a gun, and the music happened to "bang".

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

There was only screaming in the classroom.

Song Ziyan sincerely sent two thumbs up emoji expressions, and had to admit that Kim Jong Hyuk danced so handsomely.

Then, while he was walking, he looked at Bai Yanqing's message, and the other party asked him how he was doing.

Song Ziyan: It's fun.

Song Ziyan suspected that Bai Yanqing didn't come to school, and his uncle and brother generally didn't like to participate in such activities.

He asked, sure enough.

Bai Yanqing: I didn't go.What's the point of a freshman orientation.

Bai Yanqing posted a photo of him in the dubbing studio.

Song Ziyan: Oh.

Song Ziyan said deliberately: Then you still ask me if it's fun.

In Bai Yanqing's voice, he chuckled: "What's the matter, huh? It's been choking me for the past two days."

Song Ziyan snorted softly, asking the question knowingly.

Song Ziyan: If you treat me more seriously, I won't choke you.

Bai Yanqing said with a smile: "Is there anything, how can I not be serious with my words?"

Song Ziyan:︶︿︶Song Ziyan: I won’t tell you anymore, I’ll continue playing.

……

The talent session of the captains came to an end, the stereo played pure music, and everyone chatted.

But chatting is boring after a long time.

Everyone is an adult, and someone suggested drinking, and instead of beer, drink red wine or whiskey.

Insufficient funds, everyone AA.

The senior sister sent a few people to the supermarket on campus to buy.

The people who went to buy came back, and they brought a lot of necessary entertainment for drinking, dice.

Song Ziyan was curious. After watching a few rounds, his classmates asked him to play together.

Song Ziyan was not very good at it, and kept losing the numbers he yelled.

He was not unhappy when he was punished for drinking when he lost, he smiled happily and just took a mouthful of boredom.

"Song Ziyan is amazing!"

"Worthy of having the blood of a fighting nation."

Soon after eight glasses of whiskey mixed with black tea, Song Ziyan blushed.

In the new game, he lost again.

It's the ninth cup, and some students said: "Why don't you forget it, let Ziyan take a sip."

"It's okay, I'm not drunk," Song Ziyan sighed. After a while, he laughed silly, "Hey, rolling the dice is really fun. Ula~" The students were all happy.

"However, I want to go to the bathroom." Song Ziyan stood up, shaking slightly.

The classmate next to him helped him: "Do you want to help?"

"No need." Song Ziyan's pace was a little wandering, and he walked towards the door, leaving the noise behind.

The back two classrooms were open, but empty.

Only the sound of music and human voices in their class faded, a different kind of tranquility.

The wind in the late summer night is slightly warm, making people feel drowsy.

The sensor light near the bathroom was not on, Song Ziyan stomped his foot, but there was no response.

His footsteps were vain, and he was about to let out a HO.

He bumped his head into the arms of a man, and the tip of his nose was immediately filled with the fragrance of lotus.

Song Ziyan's ears were inexplicably hot, he raised his head to look, and whispered: "Brother..."

Randall glanced at his autumn eyes, covered his eyes, and straightened him up, with a gentle voice: "Drunk?"

Song Ziyan nodded, his ears were red: "A little bit drunk."

Randall smiled and stepped aside: "Go, I'll wait for you."

……

After Song Ziyan returned to the classroom, he took time to look at his phone. He hadn't received a reply to the message he sent to his brother earlier.

Mobile phones should not be allowed on this flight.

City S is far away from Xinjiang. He checked and found that he had to change planes to arrive in Aksu, Xinjiang tomorrow morning.

At this time, the classmate asked him if he still played.

Song Ziyan put away his phone, smiled softly, and said he wanted to play.

Sitting at another table, He Jialiang regretfully took a sip of wine when he saw his little face.

Later, when he rolled the dice, Song Ziyan won and lost, but he also drank when he was happy.

Not counting black tea, one person drank at least three or four bottles of whiskey.

A few classmates who played together were influenced by him. Although they didn't drink much, they didn't hold enough alcohol. They didn't know when they got drunk and lay down on the table.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, and the meeting is over.

He Jialiang sighed: "Seeing him drink cup by cup, to be honest, he really can drink."

Randall looked at Song Ziyan and said to him, "You recite the words."

He Jialiang was stunned: "What?"

Randall smiled, and was about to speak when Song Ziyan's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed Kim Jong Hyuk.

Randall had a face-to-face meeting with Kim Jong-hyuk at noon and knew that this was Song Ziyan's roommate.

He answers.

Kim Jong Hyuk learned of the situation and said that he would come right away.

Just hung up, another call.

This time it was his roommate, Alex, who also said he wanted to come after hearing about it.

Kim Jong Hyuk arrived first, and the two sides exchanged a few words.

Randall smiled and said, "Is it convenient for you to recite the words? We all drank."

The author has something to say: Shige is following the old way of brother now, just wait for two people to break the gentleman's defense (the dog's head and then, I am so anxious for this kind of transitional chapter, ah!

The system and the uncle came out to make a fuss! (Kim Jong Hyuk: I'm coming!