"Who?" Yan Zhuo's face was paralyzed, "Zheng Yi from the second class next door?"

Zhao Hao nodded: "It's him, that cute little gay."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

Yan Zhuo knew Zheng Yi. Not only did they know each other, but they were also related. They used to be roommates and lived under the same roof for two years.

In those two years, the dormitory was a mess, and there were so many contradictions.

Zheng Yi often quarrels with different people, and complains that others discriminate against his sexual orientation. There were only four people in the dormitory, and all three were offended by him, including Yan Zhuo.

When Yan Zhuo was attacked by Zheng Yi for the first time, he didn't understand how he had provoked him to provoke him. Later, I was touched a lot, and I got used to it.

Zheng Yi is so busy that he is just a fly, and he feels that the world is also a big dung bowl. It seems that all the wrong things I do are forced by the environment.

So when he heard Zhao Hao say Zheng Yi's name, Yan Zhuo was a little surprised.

He asked, "How did you find Zheng Yi?"

He wasn't blaming, just curious.

Zhao Hao said: "Isn't there a social practice point in our college? Zheng also hasn't completed his studies. I told him about it that day, and he agreed. When the task is over, you can ask the nursing home for a stamp. A letter of proof will suffice.”

This is not a problem, Yan Zhuo agreed. However, he still has a lot of affection for Zheng Yi's coming, who knows if there will be anything wrong.

After all, judging from his two years of experience in the same room as Zheng Yi, there was always trouble where Zheng Yi was there.

At lunch time, Yan Zhuo took them to the cafeteria to eat. The cafeteria aunt saw that Xia Xin was cute, so she gave them three extra cups of sour plum soup made by herself.

Yan Zhuo thanked him, and the three of them found a table and sat down at will.

Xia Xin sighed: "You people here are all good."

Yan Zhuo smiled.

Xia Xin was embarrassed to reject the aunt's enthusiasm before accepting the sour plum soup. In fact, she didn't like it at all.

She handed her cup to Zhao Hao and acted like a spoiled child: "husband~"

Yan Zhuo, who was eating silently by the side, shivered.

In fact, Zhao Hao doesn't like sour plum soup, especially the smell of Chinese medicine. But Xia Xin had already given him the cup, and he didn't dare to refuse, otherwise he would die. He had to pack two cups and put them in Yan Zhuo's hand.

Yan Zhuo raised his head.

Zhao Hao gave him a pitiful look and called, "Brother."

"..."

Two and a half cups of the last three cups of sour plum soup went into Yan Zhuo's stomach, and he couldn't drink the other half.

Zhao Hao looked at him with a hard face: "It's hard for you."

Yan Zhuo: "Don't talk..."

After starting work in the afternoon, before he could draw a few strokes, he felt a throbbing pain in his stomach.

Yan Zhuo bowed his waist suddenly, his face wrinkled into a bun.

Xia Xin noticed his strangeness and asked, "What's wrong with you, your stomach hurts?"

Yan Zhuo nodded, his stomach hurt even more, and he was about to come out with something.

He finally knew what the problem was.

Yan Zhuo said, "I'll go to the bathroom." Then he quickly ran to the nearest inpatient hall.

When he got close to the hall, he felt that he was going to explain it here, and he felt a little empty.

The nearest public toilet was on the second floor, and he was afraid he couldn't wait any longer. Yan Zhuo muttered: "Save a life at a seven-level Buddha." Then he pushed open the door of 108, spread out Erkang's hand and said, "Mr. Song—"

If there is anything, Mr. Song, call Song Yan if there is nothing.

Yan Zhuo was sitting on the toilet, only to realize that he was usually too surly. Not knowing how long it would take, he simply hummed a little tune happily.

...

After using the toilet, the whole body is smooth. Yan Zhuo went to the mirror and looked at his face.

He came in in a hurry and didn't think too much about it. It would be over, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.

As for why, he didn't understand. felt vaguely ashamed.

He turned on the faucet and rushed under the water. After washing, Yan Zhuo shook his hand and caught a glimpse of Song Yan's towel on the shelf beside him.

He hesitated for a second, then pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.

There was a knock on the door outside, and then he heard Song Yan say, "Please come in."

Yan Zhuo held the doorknob's hand for a while, thinking to himself: If someone is there, let's go out later.

In fact, he could have gone out generously. Anyway, it was nothing to borrow the bathroom.

But he is inexplicably guilty, which makes him seem to have some adultery with Song Yan.

After Song Yan said please come in, two people entered the room, a man and a woman.

The woman spoke first, "Song Yan."

Her voice was soft, with an imperceptible trembling.

Song Yan was stunned, and then asked indifferently, "Why are you here?"

Jiao Jingwei said: "Don't worry, I'm not here to bother you. I brought Yulong here, and I have something important to discuss with you."

Cui Yulong smiled and said politely, "I haven't seen you for many years, stay safe, old classmate."

When Song Yan was in college, he didn't like Cui Yulong very much. Now that he came over suddenly, there was nothing good about it, so he didn't bother to greet him and asked straight to the point, "What's the matter with you?"

In other words, get out of here.

Cui Yulong clenched his fists and told himself in his heart not to have the same knowledge as a blind man, and then said in a good voice, "I'm here this time to discuss a business with you. You see that your current situation is not very good. I want to ask. , is your studio for sale?"

Song Yan frowned and was about to speak. Cui Yulong said again: "I'm doing this for your own good, I can let you sell it for a good price, after all, everyone is an old classmate, and you are now..." He smacked his lips, "It's such a situation again, I You will never suffer."

These words seem to be understanding, but they are actually full of maliciousness.

Song Yan sneered: "Are you blind too?"