Sensing great dark wickedness in her brother's eyes, Song Xi turned and got ready to leave, she said to herself:
"No, no, don't look at him, get out! This room is toxic! ”
When Song Xi left, Song Chen was stunned, so he walked over to her and said:
"My sister, I was going to ask you how I can get along with my classmates, why are you running?"
Song Xi did not run but walked as quietly and gracefully as possible under the astonished gaze of a group of freshmen.
On either side of the corridor, the bedroom doors are all open, hoping to get some refreshing air. The boys collapsed in their chairs and chatted, and many people marveled at the tenants in Room NO 303.
"The guy from 303, this mate is really great!"
"The first thing they did on day one of registration was installing the air conditioning, kids from big families!"
"Sure! Didn't you see how the head of the housekeeper's office looked at the others?"
"We can only ventilate the batch of melons by hand... Fortune persons' hemp, I also want to have the air conditioner blow!"
"I want this to stop! We're all in the same middle school, maybe a lot of other classes will come with us."
"I dare not... When the local tyrant stood there earlier and looked up... Tsk tsk, I finally knew what a gas field is!"
"I'm afraid of a hammer! Two economics classes, so over 20 boys depend on each other."
"They are all comrades living in the shadow of the Women's Detachment, and they are getting to know each other little by little."
"I don't want to get to know each other little by little, and I want to use the air conditioner now..."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why not share a dorm with a local bully?"
"Really, it was already hot enough to throw up blood, and when I think of the air conditioner next door, I can only keep sticking my tongue out... Does the old paper really want to die!"
Hearing this, Song Xi was suddenly in a good mood and said to herself in her heart:
“Happiness only exists when there is contrast. My brother no longer needs to be tortured by heat. I'm really lucky to think about it.”
The good humor lasted until she returned to the bedroom. Opening the door and seeing the old-fashioned ceiling fan creaking and spinning above her head, Song Xi suddenly felt a little depressed while speaking to herself:
"What is your fate, kid? Your big sister had been bored for two years. Did you benefit from your uncle's blessings as soon as you went to college? Hey, why didn't your sister meet a bullied local roommate?"
......
In-room N° 303, thanks to the dedication of the two masters, the installation of air conditioning was quickly completed. The installation fee was 200 Yuan, and Wang Yan did not pay more, and the two masters were still happy. It was enough for everyone besides their wages for the work they did to get an extra package from Soft China. Li Ze Wen supervised the completion of the installation, then said goodbye.
"Wang Yan, I still have a job to do there. I will retire first, if you have anything else to do, come straight to the office to find me."
"Go ahead, Li Ge, it works."
The diligent Dutch Potato thief had an eye. As soon as the workers left, the housekeepers immediately started cleaning the balcony. Everything was cleaned up, the temperature in the room had just dropped, and Wang Yan comfortably lay down on the chair, humming.
“Oh! It's so comfortable! I don't have air conditioning in my house. I didn't expect to enjoy school so much… Brother Wang, thank you!”
Wang Yan gave a pep talk: "Bring me your 'Yo'!"
Ruyu and the squirrel spray each other again.
"If I hadn't stopped in front of it earlier, your sand sculpture would have been scratched and flowered by this woman!"
“You must be like me. I didn't dare to let a fart just now!"
……
Chen Song still didn't know what to do. He still didn't know how to chat with everyone. He sat there with a straight face and watched, in fact, his little eyes yearned to participate but he didn't know how to do it. Wang Yan's eyes rolled over the little handsome guy's face and he shook his head and smiled. Then everyone chatted in the sky.
Wang Yan didn't participate much and bowed his head to put away the things that were in his suitcase.
He didn't know if he looked through another suitcase, there's a lot in it that he's never seen before, and what surprised him the most was a Philips shaver. It was electric. There was a large piece of sticker on the handle with a cute sister. She was holding a dog with her hand and was dragged by the dog. She was in a restless posture, but her expression was smiling and full of vitality.
Don't ask who it is, it's a photo of Liu Li.
Wang Yan's heart was warm. He opened the razor and put it on his chin and snored twice. The fine thatch was immediately cleaned. The other added item was a signed Mont Blanc pen set in an exquisite little square box with a skin on the surface, when he opened to it a pure white ballpoint pen inlaid with silver greeted his eyes. This pen is so easy to use, and he hasn't known yet when to use it, it looked really good, and Wang Yan liked it at first sight.
There are four special refills in the small box, which are black, blue, purple, and green. The box is made of wood, but there is a small gift note. There are three short word lines written on it:
If the words are so beautiful, write more.
Nice to meet you.
Thank you.
The signature is YS.
In fact, Wang Yan could have guessed Liu Li hadn't signed it, and it must have been given by Fu Yushi. It had to be approved by Liu Li so that she could put it in her own box. He guessed that this pen shouldn't be cheap, it was a little funny and it was hot. It is good to know who the gift is from and to be polite.
Ruyu was behind Wang Yan, and when he saw the pen, he suddenly made a fuss.
“Trench! Brother Wang, your pen is so beautiful! It must be expensive?”
Wang Yan was full of black lines on his forehead: "Can you straighten your tongue before you speak?"
The squirrel leaned down and looked at him, then he was surprised: "It's not cheap... what brand, Brother Wang?"
In fact, Wang Yisong's family was very wealthy before this age. He does not have a lot of available wealth, and his sight is not to be overlooked.
Standard LV, Hermès, and other big-name clothing can be recognized, and high-end niche luxury goods such as the signature pen are a black eye for him. Wang Yan didn't know how much his price was, and he didn't even bother checking it out. It would be too vulgar if the mind of a friend got caught up in the price.
So he laughed casually: "Mont Blanc, a friend gave it, how much? Don't matter."
Looking through the suitcase, the rest of the gadgets should be donated by the hotel.
Lu Yuanyuan and Na Wu did not give gifts to Wang Yan. They gave them for no good reason as gifts, which seemed hypocritical.
After everything was put away the closet suddenly got full, there was still a lot of stuff that can only be displayed outside.
Looking at the time, it was almost 4:30 p.m. and Wang Yan was so hungry that he was beating the drums.
"It looks like the last buddy won't be here today, let's go eat."
"Okay, let's go!"
"What to eat?"
“Brother Wang, you decide!”
"No matter what we eat, today's first meal, I'll be happy to pay for it!"
The squirrel was very proud; it seems that the status of the second roommate is doomed to win.
"Let's go out and see again, today we will follow the eye."
Wang Yan finally made the decision and everyone stood up one after the other.
As soon as the dormitory door opened, a heat wave rushed inside. The brothers became more and more grateful to Wang Yan.
The room opposite and to the side was open to let the wind out. When the gods in Room 303 appeared, they immediately greeted them with an outgoing personality.
“How many brothers are you going to eat?”
"Good God, can we go to your room for a while to scrub the air conditioning at night and play some poker?"
"Hey, are you from the economics class? If so, get to know each other at night?"
Ruyu responded immediately. He can speak to anyone in a Northeast Chinese dialect. It seems to be just like taking the spokesperson for room 303.
When leaving the dormitory and walking on the road, everyone naturally kept Wang Yan in the middle.
When Wang Yan had just finished the college entrance exam and dreamed of college life, he never imagined there would be such a scene, but when things really turned out like this, he found he had adapted quite quickly.
Hey, that's cool!
Sensing great dark wickedness in her brother's eyes, Song Xi turned and got ready to leave, she said to herself:
"No, no, don't look at him, get out! This room is toxic! ”
When Song Xi left, Song Chen was stunned, so he walked over to her and said:
"My sister, I was going to ask you how I can get along with my classmates, why are you running?"
Song Xi did not run but walked as quietly and gracefully as possible under the astonished gaze of a group of freshmen.
On either side of the corridor, the bedroom doors are all open, hoping to get some refreshing air. The boys collapsed in their chairs and chatted, and many people marveled at the tenants in Room NO 303.
"The guy from 303, this mate is really great!"
"The first thing they did on day one of registration was installing the air conditioning, kids from big families!"
"Sure! Didn't you see how the head of the housekeeper's office looked at the others?"
"We can only ventilate the batch of melons by hand... Fortune persons' hemp, I also want to have the air conditioner blow!"
"I want this to stop! We're all in the same middle school, maybe a lot of other classes will come with us."
"I dare not... When the local tyrant stood there earlier and looked up... Tsk tsk, I finally knew what a gas field is!"
"I'm afraid of a hammer! Two economics classes, so over 20 boys depend on each other."
"They are all comrades living in the shadow of the Women's Detachment, and they are getting to know each other little by little."
"I don't want to get to know each other little by little, and I want to use the air conditioner now..."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why not share a dorm with a local bully?"
"Really, it was already hot enough to throw up blood, and when I think of the air conditioner next door, I can only keep sticking my tongue out... Does the old paper really want to die!"
Hearing this, Song Xi was suddenly in a good mood and said to herself in her heart:
“Happiness only exists when there is contrast. My brother no longer needs to be tortured by heat. I'm really lucky to think about it.”
The good humor lasted until she returned to the bedroom. Opening the door and seeing the old-fashioned ceiling fan creaking and spinning above her head, Song Xi suddenly felt a little depressed while speaking to herself:
"What is your fate, kid? Your big sister had been bored for two years. Did you benefit from your uncle's blessings as soon as you went to college? Hey, why didn't your sister meet a bullied local roommate?"
......
In-room N° 303, thanks to the dedication of the two masters, the installation of air conditioning was quickly completed. The installation fee was 200 Yuan, and Wang Yan did not pay more, and the two masters were still happy. It was enough for everyone besides their wages for the work they did to get an extra package from Soft China. Li Ze Wen supervised the completion of the installation, then said goodbye.
"Wang Yan, I still have a job to do there. I will retire first, if you have anything else to do, come straight to the office to find me."
"Go ahead, Li Ge, it works."
The diligent Dutch Potato thief had an eye. As soon as the workers left, the housekeepers immediately started cleaning the balcony. Everything was cleaned up, the temperature in the room had just dropped, and Wang Yan comfortably lay down on the chair, humming.
“Oh! It's so comfortable! I don't have air conditioning in my house. I didn't expect to enjoy school so much… Brother Wang, thank you!”
Wang Yan gave a pep talk: "Bring me your 'Yo'!"
Ruyu and the squirrel spray each other again.
"If I hadn't stopped in front of it earlier, your sand sculpture would have been scratched and flowered by this woman!"
“You must be like me. I didn't dare to let a fart just now!"
……
Chen Song still didn't know what to do. He still didn't know how to chat with everyone. He sat there with a straight face and watched, in fact, his little eyes yearned to participate but he didn't know how to do it. Wang Yan's eyes rolled over the little handsome guy's face and he shook his head and smiled. Then everyone chatted in the sky.
Wang Yan didn't participate much and bowed his head to put away the things that were in his suitcase.
He didn't know if he looked through another suitcase, there's a lot in it that he's never seen before, and what surprised him the most was a Philips shaver. It was electric. There was a large piece of sticker on the handle with a cute sister. She was holding a dog with her hand and was dragged by the dog. She was in a restless posture, but her expression was smiling and full of vitality.
Don't ask who it is, it's a photo of Liu Li.
Wang Yan's heart was warm. He opened the razor and put it on his chin and snored twice. The fine thatch was immediately cleaned. The other added item was a signed Mont Blanc pen set in an exquisite little square box with a skin on the surface, when he opened to it a pure white ballpoint pen inlaid with silver greeted his eyes. This pen is so easy to use, and he hasn't known yet when to use it, it looked really good, and Wang Yan liked it at first sight.
There are four special refills in the small box, which are black, blue, purple, and green. The box is made of wood, but there is a small gift note. There are three short word lines written on it:
If the words are so beautiful, write more.
Nice to meet you.
Thank you.
The signature is YS.
In fact, Wang Yan could have guessed Liu Li hadn't signed it, and it must have been given by Fu Yushi. It had to be approved by Liu Li so that she could put it in her own box. He guessed that this pen shouldn't be cheap, it was a little funny and it was hot. It is good to know who the gift is from and to be polite.
Ruyu was behind Wang Yan, and when he saw the pen, he suddenly made a fuss.
“Trench! Brother Wang, your pen is so beautiful! It must be expensive?”
Wang Yan was full of black lines on his forehead: "Can you straighten your tongue before you speak?"
The squirrel leaned down and looked at him, then he was surprised: "It's not cheap... what brand, Brother Wang?"
In fact, Wang Yisong's family was very wealthy before this age. He does not have a lot of available wealth, and his sight is not to be overlooked.
Standard LV, Hermès, and other big-name clothing can be recognized, and high-end niche luxury goods such as the signature pen are a black eye for him. Wang Yan didn't know how much his price was, and he didn't even bother checking it out. It would be too vulgar if the mind of a friend got caught up in the price.
So he laughed casually: "Mont Blanc, a friend gave it, how much? Don't matter."
Looking through the suitcase, the rest of the gadgets should be donated by the hotel.
Lu Yuanyuan and Na Wu did not give gifts to Wang Yan. They gave them for no good reason as gifts, which seemed hypocritical.
After everything was put away the closet suddenly got full, there was still a lot of stuff that can only be displayed outside.
Looking at the time, it was almost 4:30 p.m. and Wang Yan was so hungry that he was beating the drums.
"It looks like the last buddy won't be here today, let's go eat."
"Okay, let's go!"
"What to eat?"
“Brother Wang, you decide!”
"No matter what we eat, today's first meal, I'll be happy to pay for it!"
The squirrel was very proud; it seems that the status of the second roommate is doomed to win.
"Let's go out and see again, today we will follow the eye."
Wang Yan finally made the decision and everyone stood up one after the other.
As soon as the dormitory door opened, a heat wave rushed inside. The brothers became more and more grateful to Wang Yan.
The room opposite and to the side was open to let the wind out. When the gods in Room 303 appeared, they immediately greeted them with an outgoing personality.
“How many brothers are you going to eat?”
"Good God, can we go to your room for a while to scrub the air conditioning at night and play some poker?"
"Hey, are you from the economics class? If so, get to know each other at night?"
Ruyu responded immediately. He can speak to anyone in a Northeast Chinese dialect. It seems to be just like taking the spokesperson for room 303.
When leaving the dormitory and walking on the road, everyone naturally kept Wang Yan in the middle.
When Wang Yan had just finished the college entrance exam and dreamed of college life, he never imagined there would be such a scene, but when things really turned out like this, he found he had adapted quite quickly.
Hey, that's cool!
