Hypocritical Adonis

Qi Cheng had already made preparations for being blocked by Wu Yuan at the bottom of the dormitory building at night. Unexpectedly, these nights have been calm.

The long vacation of the second middle school is only two and a half days a month. Usually, only half an afternoon is taken every weekend. The Sunday afternoon and evening evening self-study are cancelled. The morning reading class in the morning is also canceled, giving students a rare time to sleep.

Today is Saturday. After returning to the dormitory in the evening, every floor is cheering, because the class will be formally started at 8:10 tomorrow morning.

Can get up an hour later than usual! This is so happy!

The dormitory of Class 3 is on the second floor, and Qi Cheng is inside their dormitory, which is close to the water room and the stairs. After climbing up the building, I found that the water room on the 3rd floor was out of water, and the water room on the 2nd floor was too full to be crowded.

In this weather, the irritated boys can’t get enough water, and they felt tormented when they didn’t buy water at night. After returning to the dormitory, the dormitory decided that whoever lost the stone scissors would fetch water.

No. 2 Middle School is in the suburbs. The place is large. It has invested a lot of money. The dormitory building is still not full. They have fewer people in one room than in other schools. There are four people in one room. The place looks spacious.

In addition to Xia Li and Zhu Fan, they also have a roommate who is an art student, named Han An, who is an aesthetically peculiar master who believes he is the trend.

Qi Cheng was not afraid of the rock-paper-scissors. After the situation was settled, he laughed, "I won."

The loser was Zhu Fan. He frankly fetched water, and he didn't return in a few minutes. Qi Cheng was really thirsty, so he got up and found a cup and entered the water room.

As soon as he entered, he saw Chang Yao coming out. Chang Yao's black hair was about to cover his eyes and his fingers were wet. As if he didn't see him, he quickly ran to his dormitory.

When Qi Cheng was ready to line up, Chang Yao ran over again and handed Qi Cheng a cup full of freshly received water. He lowered his head and said nothing.

Qi Cheng, "For me?"

"Thank you for the hot post." He recited these four words like an endorsement.

"Thank you." Qi Cheng licked his lips. The lips were dry and peeled. He poured Chang Yao's water a little and drank a few sips.

Chang Yao picked it up again after he drank it, poured all the water in his glass, and then held the empty bottle and stood at the end of the line to rearrange the line.

Qi Cheng was stunned and smiled, then stood behind him, slowly drinking water, while talking to him.

Zhu Fan was ahead and there were too many people, so he could only wave to him.

The water room was crowded, and the boys couldn't wait. From time to time, they bumped against each other. Qi Cheng protected Chang Yao several times without a trace. After raising his hand, Chang Yao's head would be lowered again.

Underneath no one's black hair was a flushed face.

"Fuck!"

In the corner next to him, he whispered, "Why is this water getting thinner?"

Qi Cheng turned around and suddenly smiled.

Qi Zhong, who was buried in his head washing his dirty socks, exploded, took a few deep breaths and continued to endure, and began to rub his head again.

He wore a pure white vest, rubbed it, and moved his shoulders. In a group of high school students who didn't exercise much, they had to be handsome in every move.

Qi Zhong's figure is just right, the whole person is slender and straight, and his muscles are not much, neither seem scary and swollen, nor thin and fell down by the wind. His figure was well-proportioned, healthy and beautiful, as if the cartoonist's favorite proportions were under his hands. Qi Cheng's eyes were critical, and he thought his lines were extraordinarily beautiful.

People on the 3rd floor can successfully grab a faucet on the 2nd floor, this guy is still too much.

After receiving the water, Zhu Fan said with a loud voice: "Qi Cheng, I'll go back first!"

Qi Zhong raised his head, turned his head to look behind him, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and he found Qi Cheng at the end of the team in a blink of an eye.

He looked at the dirty socks on his hand, his expression changed and changed.

He had dirty socks in his hands, and he was carrying a drinking glass cleanly. Too **** lost face, Qi Zhong buried his head, hoping not to be seen by this kid.

After a long while, he couldn't help but look back, Qi Cheng had already left.

Fuck, the second floor is too dangerous.

Almost embarrassed to the little white face.

At noon on Sunday, all the students ran out of school, and the bus station was full of people. Qi Cheng rented a room outside, he directly called the rental, and returned home after half an hour.

After a long sleep, I woke up slowly after five o'clock.

It was already dusk outside, and Qi Chenglai was in bed for half an hour before taking a comfortable hot bath and going out for food.

There are all kinds of food near his rented house. There are many small streets. The lady in the food street is very enthusiastic about the handsome guy. Qi Cheng was greeted many times along the way. After he finished eating, he was already a After hours.

It was already dark now, leaving only a glimmer of light. On the way back, Qi Cheng heard the sound of kicking in the nearby alley.

It was mixed with depressed snorting.

Qi Cheng took his steps lightly and approached the alley.

Deep in the alley, several young people were beating **** the people on the ground, and the people lying on the ground guarding their heads, biting fiercely from time to time.

A few people did not fall well, their noses and faces were swollen, and the act of beating back vented their anger.

The man lying on the ground had a tall figure and a vicious look. He refused to accept defeat and did not fear to fight back, but his movements became smaller and smaller, and the strength of his struggle gradually weakened.

It is Wu Yuan.

Qi Cheng touched his pocket and smoked a cigarette from the inside. He leaned against the wall of the alley covered with moss. After taking two bites, he walked out slowly.

"Hey," Qi Cheng shook his ash, he was around the corner, the shadow covered most of his whole person, only the voice was still smiling, kindly reminded, "Call the police ten minutes ago, do you want to fight five more minute?"

Because there is a lot of people here, there is a police station nearby, and the speed of the police is very fast. It has been a relatively slow speed for ten minutes.

Several social youths were irritable and scolded, pointing at Qi Chengcheng to come over and teach him, Qi Cheng looked at his watch and smoked another cigarette, and waited for someone to reach him before saying, "Really not running?"

He was so fearless, several people turned around and ran out of the alley, pointing at him while running and scolding: "Who the **** are you, nosy business, something wrong."

Qi Cheng glanced at them and approached Wu Yuan. One of Wu Yuan's eyes could not be opened. He tried his best to see who was in front of him. He was half stained with blood on his face, his expression was horrible, his hair was clotted on the head by blood clots, and he was embarrassed and scary.

After seeing Qi Cheng vaguely, Wu Yuan immediately fainted with his eyes closed.

He was covered in blood and dust, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's. Qi Cheng choked off the smoke.

The dim corner was covered with a handsome guy lying on the corner.

[Is it found that the No. 2 High School tyrant, stepped forward to rescue? 】

[A. Rescue and sultry]

[B. It’s so dirty, let’s take off his dirty clothes first (≧▽≦)//]

Qi Cheng hooked his lips, took off his coat to cover him, pulled him on his shoulders, and took a taxi to the nearby clinic.

Qi Cheng didn't put him on the floor until he was bandaged and returned home.

Wu Yuan's figure is very good, her complexion is beautiful, her muscles contain vigorous strength, her sword eyebrows are raised when she is comatose, and she still looks very uncomfortable.

Qi Cheng wiped away the blood from him. Most of the blood on Wu Yuan's body was someone else's. The serious wound was the one on his brain. The doctor who bandaged him was skilled. "It's okay, this kid's hard head is trauma."

"You look around. The key points are all protected by him. It seems that there are no fights. The hospital doesn't need to go. Other wounds can be treated by himself."

Qi Cheng originally had reservations about the doctor's claims, but now Wu Yuan's clothes were stripped off and he was wiped again to find out that there was no serious wound.

After Wu Yuan became clean, Qi Cheng was lazy to put on clothes for him, and directly carried Wu Yuan, who was only wearing underwear, to the sofa, and covered him with a thin quilt, so there was no need to worry about it.

After Wu Yuan woke up in the morning, he only felt sore all over.

He was tall, the sofa on which he lay was narrow and small, and the whole person curled up overnight, his hands and feet numb after he recovered.

It was still early, the window was still not bright, Wu Yuan's face was depressed, he lifted the quilt, stepped on the floor with bare feet, to find a place where he could sleep comfortably.

The wound on his head was covered with gauze, and there was a faint pain. Wu Yuan was used to this pain, so he could ignore it completely. When he found the bedroom, he stood by the bed with his arms folded and looked at Qi Cheng on the bed with a sullen face.

In the two-meter-wide bed, he slept halfway, and the other half could at least lie alone, and the guy put him on the sofa.

Wu Yuan looked at him for a while and then opened the quilt directly, so he lay down in big pants.

Then sleep sleepily.