urban life

Chapter 511 I'm Feeling Well

In a hospital ward.

Looking at Zhou Lingmeng, who was lying on the hospital bed with his legs raised, playing games wholeheartedly, while Deng Xi, who was on the edge of the bed, blew cold white porridge and fed it into Zhou Nvxia's mouth with his own hands.

For a while, Zhou Liang couldn't tell who was a normal person and who was a patient.

Or—they were both patients.

Seeing that Deng Xi had recovered and would take care of others, Zhou Liang was about to leave, and said hello, "Let's go."

Deng Xi replied: "Be careful."

"Grandpa, let's play a little longer." Zhou Lingmeng subconsciously replied, then put down the game, and handed Zhou Liang the bananas he bought himself, "Come on, come on, I don't have anything to give away. Take the bananas away. Bananas are good things, good for physical and mental health."

Borrowing flowers to present Buddha is so upright and dignified, only a heroine Zhou can do it, Zhou Liang pursed his lower lip, and calmly replied: "No need."

"You don't need to eat it."

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Zhou Liang didn't respond, but nodded to Deng Xi, and then walked out of the room.

Zhou Nvxia tilted her head, a big question mark appeared on it, and frowned: "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs, who is this?"

Deng Xi blew on the white porridge and fed it to the heroine's mouth: "Brother Meng, are you out of class?"

Zhou Lingmeng's delicate body lay down quietly, her legs were raised up, and she looked bad: "I'm not feeling well, so I took a leave of absence."

Deng Xi nodded, no wonder he was kicked out as soon as he entered the ward, it turned out that he was feeling a little better.
He was stunned for a moment.

"Hello."

"oh oh."

Leaving the hospital, Zhou Liang refused his old father Zhou An's pick-up service.

He could see that Zhou An and those colleagues were chatting and laughing, they had no intention of sending him to school at all, and asking him for his opinion was just to show concern for him.

Ugh!
False paternal love.

Zhou Liang took a taxi casually and headed for the school.

As soon as he got in the car, the taxi driver's mouth was like a river breaking through an embankment, chatting endlessly, pulling Zhou Liang to chat, covering international situations, national decision-making, people's livelihood and people's sentiments, and parents' short stories.

Zhou Liang was sitting in the co-pilot, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing a smile on his face, and he replied from time to time: Well, yes, indeed, you are right, yes, whatever.

After a while, he came to the school gate, looking at Zhou Liang's back, the master's face was full of reluctance.

After decades of being a driver, it was the first time for him to meet such a congenial passenger who fully supported his ideas and opinions, and was simply a bosom friend in his life.

Zhou Liang put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly on the campus.

Dealing with Zhou Lingmeng all the year round, Zhou Liang has already learned how to deal with a person seriously and seriously, without missing anything.

And let the other party feel like spring breeze.

Pushing open the bedroom door, there were three roommates sitting inside. While concentrating on the dark, they did not forget to talk to Zhou Liang:

"I'm back, I didn't play at home for a while."

"Well, it's not interesting."

"You came back just in time, kid. This game is over. Let me show you something good. The big factory has produced amateurs."

"A good brother is loyal."

"Father, have you brought the Longjiang pork knuckle rice with you?"

"Bring it."

The three roommates are Bo Li, the head of the room, He Jiahong, who has always been in a high-hormone position but maintains a virgin body, and Yan Wei, who is obsessed with games and often gets full and hungry.

Zhou Liang put the Longjiang pork knuckle rice in front of Yan Wei, and then cleaned the room.

Their dormitory did not escape the stereotype of most boys' dormitories in colleges and universities, with all kinds of things scattered and disorganized.

While he was cleaning, the three-player game was over.

Another hearty fiasco!

The three blamed and complained to each other, and after blaming for a while, they came to a conclusion: the other two teammates were too good.

Then the three of them teamed up to report the other two teammates.

After figuring out the reason, Yan Wei ate his first meal of the day at [-]:[-] pm, and Bai Li and He Jiahong joined Zhou Liang's cleaning team.

As the night gradually deepened, the school closed the shutters at regular intervals, the lights were turned off, and the whole boys' dormitory suddenly cried and howled, alas.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Liang put his hands on his chest, slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly noticed that the raised bed was shaking, he patted the fence: "Slow down your movements."

Yan Wei, who was on the lower berth opposite, said with a smile, "Stop masturbating, red boy."

Bai Li turned over: "You bastard, eat alone, right? Send it to me for appreciation."

"Let me send you a message. Your brains are too dirty. Brother, I am doing sit-ups to exercise my body." He Jiahong did ten sit-ups and was panting from exhaustion. "It can't be done. I used to do a thousand or eight hundred easily. Now I am tired after doing a hundred. I still need to exercise more."

"Cut! One hundred? Ten are about the same."

"You can lie to my buddies, but don't lie to yourself. If you are obsessed with being a strong man, but you can't use it at the most critical moment, then you will lose your face."

The other two did not believe his words.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what kind of Liaozhai are you playing with me?

"Dog, spread rumors, right?" As a man with strong hormones, He Jiahong couldn't resist being slandered by others, "Picked up the tissue next to his pillow and threw it at the two of them, "I must sue you, the crime is unforgivable, and must be shot. "

Yan Wei caught the tissue: "Hey, there is no paper tonight, let me see how you spend the long night."

Immediately, the three started to fight, and in the end He Jiahong was suppressed by the two, and he lost the precious video he had treasured for many years before it was over.

His heart is bleeding when he thinks about it, it is his entire wealth, his life, and even more the courage to live.

All the "idols" in his heart were defiled by the "two scum".

He Jiahong turned on the light of the mobile phone, put it under his chin, looked like a dead ghost, and said aggrieved to Zhou Liang: "You don't even help me."

"Did you lose? I thought you won." Zhou Liang looked "surprised" and replied seriously and seriously, "Next time."

Paused, as if thinking of something, he stretched out his hand: "By the way, where is the new big factory amateur you mentioned tonight? Send it here quickly."

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In the early morning, Zhou Liang opened his eyes, got up, patted his roommates, and woke them up. After responding, he stood on the balcony, washed and looked out the window.

It rained all night last night, and it didn't seem to stop this morning. The light rain was pattering like a gentle melody.

After a while, the three of them got up, and the whole dormitory suddenly became noisy. Where are my shoes?Where is my cell phone?Where is my book? .
After experiencing a bloody storm, the four of them dressed like dogs, held an umbrella, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Zhou Liang bought a meat bun, an egg, and a bottle of milk to take care of his stomach.

At school, he has no desire to eat breakfast.

Eat and drink enough to go to class.

When they arrived in the classroom, the four of them sat in the back row as usual.

Just sat down, the girl in the front row turned around and said:

"Has Zhou Liang had breakfast? I'll give you half."

"Eat, thank you."

"Zhou Liang, there is a newly opened Sichuan restaurant outside the school. I heard that it tastes good. Let's try it together."

"Sorry, I can't eat too spicy."

"Do you have something to do tomorrow night? Let's go sing together."

"Sorry, something happened."

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The girls in the front row looked at Zhou Liang attentively and extended invitations to him, but he refused them one by one with a gentle smile on his face.

Zhou Liang inherited the advantages of Zhou An and Hou Mengting's appearance. He has both Zhou An's handsomeness and Hou Mengting's heroic demeanor. With the fashionable and cutting-edge clothes that Hou Mengting bought for him, he exudes full charm.

In school, the opposite sex is often welcome - and sometimes a few of the same sex.

But he has no idea about love and love, and he tries to stay single until he meets someone he likes.

Facing Zhou Liang's refusal, the girls in the front row turned around in disappointment.

He Jiahong lay on the seat, glanced at the girls in front of him, poked Zhou Liang, and lowered his voice: "Liang Zi, what's the matter with you? Are you gay?"

As a man with strong hormones but not yet a virgin, longing for the love and care of women, He Jiahong understood Zhou Liang's behavior and was greatly shocked.

Looking at Zhou Liang's handsome face, he was not close to a woman.

Ugh!
What a pity.

That face was not on the right face.

"It's better not to be gay than to be gay." Yan Wei put on an appearance of a teacher, and raised his black-rimmed glasses, "People like Liang Zi are not emotional, but if they are emotional, they will destroy the world and destroy the earth. They are extremely perverted."

Speaking of this, Yan Wei shuddered: "Psychic, perverted."

Bai Li also joined the discussion between the two, stretching his neck and asking, "How perverted?"

Immediately, the three of them discussed all kinds of perverted things in front of Zhou Liang, and sometimes let out a burst of evil laughter, which attracted the attention of the girls in the front row.

He turned around and stared at the three of them.

Zhou Liang smiled.

You discuss those eighteen forbidden stories in front of the girls, no wonder the girls don't like you, even a pervert like me thinks you are perverted, he thought to himself.

Zhou Liang felt nothing interesting after listening for a while, and then turned his attention to the teacher, writing, drawing, and taking notes while thinking seriously.

For the four years of college, he didn't want to muddle along and finish with a diploma.

Even if he doesn't have a diploma, it doesn't matter to him.

Because he graduated from university, he was destined to take over Anting Co., Ltd. and would not worry about work.

This was what Hou Mengting had already decided for him, and there was no room for rejection.

Because Zhou Liang graduated from university and took over the company, Hou Mengting and Zhou An were going to travel outside to enjoy the world together.

But in college, he still hopes to spend a fulfilling time.

After class in the morning, Zhou Liang went back to the cafeteria to have lunch, and went back to the dormitory to rest for a while. There was no class in the afternoon, so he rejected the three roommates' idea of ​​cheating, and then left the dormitory.

It's not that Zhou Liang is arrogant and unsociable, but that he spent most of his time in the dormitory during college, sleeping together, going to class together, going out together, and playing games together, staying together for at least three years in four years of college.

But sometimes a little personal space is needed.

After Zhou Liang gets along well with his roommates, he needs private space to do his own things.

The three also understood.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly towards the library, swiped his student ID card, and then went in.

I went upstairs, picked out a book I hadn't finished reading, found an empty corner, and then read it seriously.

Zhou Liang's reading has no purpose, just to entertain himself, so the books he read are quite messy, ranging from famous classics to online novels.

Just like the book he is reading now, it is called "The Absolute Temperature of a Genius Chef".

This book proposes a concept: cooking can also be quantified, how to use mathematical thinking to cook?
Seeing this, Zhou Liang frowned suddenly, his eyes gradually moved away from the book, his eyes looked forward, his eyes were dull, he fell into another world, and stood there in a daze.

He was thinking about one thing: Since cooking is so simple, can Zhou Lingmeng cook a delicious dish?

This is a question worth thinking about.

Zhou Liang fell into deep thought, his eyes were facing the front, and there were two women in front of him.

A woman, short in stature, with double ponytails, and not tall, but it didn't affect her self-confidence and vitality.

The other woman has long black and beautiful hair, soft contours and big eyes. Her skin is crystal clear, as if glowing with soft light, and she wears a French style wide-brimmed hat.

"Hey!" The ponytail girl was contemptuous, her tone full of disgust, she poked the girl next to her, and pointed at Zhou Liang, "Linlin, look at that person."

"What's wrong?" Li Lin raised her head to look at her best friend Meng Qiannan in doubt, followed her best friend's gaze, and frowned slightly.

I saw that Zhou Liang was staring at the two of them "unblinkingly", motionless.

Facing their eyes, the other party didn't hold back in the slightest. On the contrary, he seemed to be complacent, with a smile on his face, as if he was fantasizing about something in his mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Meng Qiannan smacked her mouth, goosebumps were about to rise, "He looks so handsome, but I didn't expect to be a beast in clothes. At this moment, his mind is definitely thinking about disgusting things, wretched man! Bottom man!"

Li Lin was also very uncomfortable in her heart, took a deep breath, calmed down and replied: "Don't say that, people may be thinking about some happy things."

Li Lin was wrong, Zhou Liang was really thinking about disgusting things.

He was thinking, if Zhou Lingmeng was allowed to cook, what kind of disgusting food would he make, and how would he kill their family.

Countless "delicious dishes" appeared in his mind, and without exception, he killed a whole family, and Zhou Lingmeng looked depressed.

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhou Liang's mouth raised, and he suddenly became happy
A smile rippled across his entire face like water waves.

Being oppressed by Zhou Lingmeng in real life, he finally found some comfort in the fantasy world.

I couldn't be happier.

"I can't take it anymore." Seeing Zhou Liang's wretched smile, Meng Qiannan couldn't bear it any longer. She slapped the table, and her voice echoed throughout the library.

Immediately, regardless of Li Lin's persuasion, she stood up and walked towards Zhou Liang.

He approached him, folded his arms with both hands, and looked at Zhou Liang angrily: "The man at the bottom!"

The elder passed away, I'm a bit busy, and I have to ask for leave tomorrow and the next two days.

I am sorry.

(End of this chapter)