After Marrying the School Grass

Jian Ran turned around, "Shen Zixiao, someone is looking for you."

Shen Zixiao had chicken wings stuffed with rice in his mouth, and he couldn't say clearly, "Who is it."

Jian Ran made room for the boy. The moment the boy walked into the dormitory, Shen Zixiao stopped chewing.

"You...you are..."

The boy smiles like a flower, and looks better than the girl, "Hi."

The chicken wings in Shen Zixiao's hand fell to the ground.

Jian Ran wasn't very happy, "Daddy lined up to buy you food, how bad are you?"

Shen Zixiao didn’t have the time to make sense. He looked at the boy up and down, his expression gradually solidified, and almost fell off the chair as if he had seen a ghost, "I, I, I, I, I, who are you? !!!"

Jian Ran and others looked confused. Ji Yuanxi said, "Do you know each other?"

Shen Zixiao: "I don't know!"

Boy: "I know."

other people:"…"

The boy raised the bag in his hand, "I'm here to bring you clothes. You forgot your coat in the hotel, and you can't reach WeChat or phone."

Ji Yuanxi's ears stood up on the floor, "Hotel?"

Shen Zixiao said in horror: "I don't want it! You take it away!"

"No?" The boy looked down at the clothes in the bag, "Are you sure, this dress looks good on you."

"I'm sure!" Shen Zixiao hid behind Jian Ran, supporting Jian Ran's shoulders with both hands, revealing only one head, "Throw it away."

Jian Ran knew that the coat was a limited edition of a certain brand. It took a few months for Shen Zixiao to grab it. After that, he wore it for three consecutive days, and it was stinky in front of him.

"Don't pay attention to him, he has a problem here now," Jian Ran pointed to his head and said to the boy, "You can give me the clothes."

The boy handed the bag to Jian Ran and smiled and said, "Thank you, then I will go now."

As soon as the boy left, Shen Zixiao let go of Jian Ran and sat down on the chair with no love.

Jian Ran disgusted and said: "What the **** is wrong with you. If you lose a relationship, your brain will not be broken."

Shen Zixiao's eyes were blank, as if he didn't even listen to Jian Ran's words.

Ke Yan was worried: "It won't work like this, do you want to take him to the psychiatrist?"

"It's not that serious," Ji Yuanxi said optimistically, "I used to break up with my wife. It's just a few days later. In other words, who is that buddy just now? He looks so beautiful and looks like a girl. "

Jian Ran said casually: "Senior of the Law Department."

Shen Zixiao widened his eyes, "...you know?"

"He is wearing a law department uniform with 2016 written on it. He should be a junior."

"It's worthy of my family's Ranran, my observation ability is really keen." Ji Yuanxi said with a smile, and smoothly touched Jian Ran's face.

Jian Ran opened his hand and said blankly: "It's like a wave / called a summer cicada, don't touch me."

"Ran Ran!" Ji Yuanxi exclaimed suddenly, grabbing Jian Ran's wrist, "Are you wearing a ring?"

... Gan, he forgot to take off the wedding ring.

"No," Jian Ran replied calmly, "you read it wrong."

Ji Yuanxi said in disbelief, "Are you lame? Xiaoyanyan, come and see if you have a ring!"

"It seems to be..." Ke Yan met Jian Ran's terrifying eyes, and immediately changed his words, "It doesn't seem to be..."

"You still wear your middle finger!" Ji Yuanxi was incoherent with excitement, as if the piglet that had been raised for many years would finally be able to pick up cabbage, "Of course, you have a girlfriend?!"

"I said no, it's fun to wear." Jian Ran withdrew his hand, "I'm going to take a shower."

Ji Yuanxi shouted at his back: "Then you can't wear your middle finger, it will block the peach blossom!"

Shen Zixiao fell into autistic state again, lying on the bed motionless, until the counselor sent a message in a large group, asking the four people in each dormitory to pose and take pictures according to the pictures he sent.

Jian Ran's bedroom is a sand sculpture photo of the four of Journey to the West. Shen Zixiao was captured by Jian Ran to play Zhu Bajie, and he carried a broom on his shoulder. Ke Yan also put his furry earmuffs on him. Ji Yuanxi didn't think it was enough. He said that Zhu Bajie had a big belly. Shen Zixiao had better put a pillow in his clothes. In the end, Shen Zixiao broke out in silence, poke Ji Yuanxi's calf with a broom, and the two of them slapped Ji Yuanxi in the palm of the bedroom. The scene was very tragic. Jian Ran was almost poked in the eyes by the handle of the broom. The two drove out of the dormitory, confiscated their keys, and let them blow in the cold wind for ten minutes before letting them in.

Before turning off the lights, Jian Ran sent a group photo of the four to the counselor and forwarded it to Ren Qinglin.

Jane Ranran: [Picture]

.R: [Canghai laughs.jpg]

.R: Brother is Monkey King?

Jian Ranranran: Anyone except Monkey King can raise his legs so high.

.R: Well, your body is so soft.

Jian Ranranran:.

Ren Qinglin's focus is still so strange.

.R: Why send it to me.

Jian Ranran: If I find it interesting, I will share it with you.

.R: Besides me, who else did it send to?

Jian Ranranran: Counselor.

.R: No one else?

Jian Ranranran: Yes.

.R: My brother is so good. 【Touch the head】

Jane Ranran: [Black Question Mark.jpg]

It was eleven o'clock, the lights were turned off during calibration, the bedroom was plunged into darkness, only four beds still had the light of the mobile phone.

.R: The lights are off.

Jian Ranranran: Spicy Chicken School,

.R: Is my brother going to sleep?

Jian Ranranran: No, I want to play with a mobile phone. [Mobile phone is so fun.jpg]

Jian Ranranran: Chicken?

.R:?

Jian Ranranran: Eat chicken.

.R:...come.

Coming back from a long vacation, it is another day of unintentional learning. Although Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin live close to each other, they have different classes and the school is so big. Unless they make an appointment, they will rarely meet them by chance. Jian Ran and Ren Qing were almost stuck together for the 7th day of the National Day, but suddenly they separated, he was still a little uncomfortable.

Lin Sichen made several appointments with him, but he refused for various reasons. You can't go to the stadium and learning is impossible. Jian Ran spends most of the time in the dormitory, playing games with Ren Qinglin, and occasionally pulls the semi-autistic Shen Zixiao together.

In the latest version of Overwatch, there is a very strong C hero who can kill the crispy skin in the back row without a brain move. As a milk player, Jian Ran suffers from it. In the end, he can't bear it and spends 60 yuan. The ID was changed to "When will Tekken be deleted?" Because their scores went up, Ren Qinglin wanted to take one shot to carry the audience. It was not as easy as before. Based on the principle of "if you can't beat, join in", he took Jian Ran and Shen Zixiao with an iron fist to get a hundred points.

After the end of the round, Ren Qinglin took the best of the game. Looking at the statistics again, he was responsible for 45 percent of his injuries.

In the team's voice, Shen Zixiao gave Ren Qinglin a rainbow fart: "Fuck, awesome! What kind of college do you still go to? Go straight to a career!"

Ren Qinglin smiled, "It's the seniors' protection."

Shen Zixiao: "So Jian Ran is breast-feeding you, no wonder I can't eat a bite of milk."

Jian Ran said mercilessly: "Trash C is not worthy of milk."

Shen Zixiao: "Fucking and ruthless-well, someone added a team, it was the little nanny from the previous game, what kind of "little demon fairy", should it be a girl, shouldn't you add it?"

Before the two answered, a prompt popped up in the lower left corner of the screen: Xiao Moxian has joined the team.

Jian Ran: "..."

Little Moxian: "Hello brothers, I'm the little angel just now, can you take me to the score together? It's too difficult to be in a single row~"

The girl's voice was soft, with a little grievance, just to comfort Shen Zixiao's injured heart.

Shen Sishao: "It's easy to say, what do you know how to play?"

Little Moxian: "Any place for milk~"

When will Tekken be deleted: Our two groups have double tits, good **** [professional accompany], don’t care about the surname Shen.

Shen Sishao:...

Little Moxian: Wow, the little brother who just played Iron Fist is also here! I will work hard!

The four-wheeler started, Ren Qinglin was as strong as ever. The team lost more and lost less, and the little sister's admiration for him overflowed from the computer. Not to mention a bite of a "little brother", she became his instead of Jian Ran. Bound milk. Even if Ren Qinglin only loses a **** skin, Xiao Moxian will help him get milk for the first time; she can't see other people frantically brushing "I need treatment", she can only wait in line to wait for Jian Ran to get milk.

Someone in the team scolded the street: It's the most annoying couples car, are you unhappy in bed, what games are you playing?

Xiaomoxian: It's not a couple's car. OO

Shen Zixiao closed the wheat and complained: "Why not, you and Ren Qinglin are genuine couples, legal."

The little magic fairy in the voice is still yelling: "Little brother, don't teach you, I will give you hormones!"

As a result, Ren Qinglin really waited for Xiao Moxian's hormones to scale up his moves and took a wave of five kills.

Ren Qing didn't talk much when he was playing games, so he occasionally reported the enemy's position and his own skills. Xiao Moxian would respond to him every time. The two cooperated quite tacitly, saying that it was not a husband and wife car, and few people believed it.

Jian Ran was a little uncomfortable inexplicably, her face was calm and did not speak.

After a few rounds, Ren Qinglin said that he had something to go out. Xiao Moxian was very reluctant and said: "Little brother, add a friend, and next time there is a team, I will be pulled."

Shen Zixiao said leisurely: "Add friends today, add WeChat tomorrow."

Ren Qinglin did not respond and went offline.

Without thighs, the two of them only lost points in this segmented double row. Jian Ran also quit the game, glanced at the time, and said, "It's past nine o'clock now, what can I do with Ren Qinglin."

"Maybe there are classes."

"No, we have classes in the evening during our freshman year?"

Ji Yuanxi, who had just returned to the bedroom, heard the conversation between the two and said: "That is to go on a date. Now I have asked my sister to go out and visit the campus and have a supper. When I came back, I just passed the entrance guard, so I can go out and open the room. ."

"Don't mention those two words!" Shen Zixiao wailed, "I have already ptsd those two words!"

"Which two words?'Open a house'?"

"Ahhhh, shut up!"

Jian Ran glanced at the bedroom building opposite, and couldn't help sending a WeChat message to Ren Qinglin.

Jian Ranranran: The lights are almost turned off, what are you doing.

An hour later, Ren Qinglin replied: Going out.

…You’re not talking nonsense, dad wants to know where you are!

Jian Ran typed a sentence, hesitated for a while, and deleted it one by one.

Although it is so wide, as if he is someone else, forget it.

In the next few days, Ren Qinglin had to hide herself for an hour or two from around nine o'clock in the evening. Jian Ran sighed, but she didn't ask again.

In November, the sky gradually cooled down, and Ji Yuanxi was the first to put on long trousers, and was laughed at by Jian Ran all night.

After dinner, Jian Ran went to pick up a courier. The ball of yarn he bought finally arrived. The express delivery has gone for more than ten days. The guilt in his heart has long been gone, and there is only half a month left from Ren Qinglin’s birthday. .

...And people who ran out at night and didn't report to him are not eligible to receive his hand-knitted scarf!

Jian Ran took the courier back to the bedroom, and when she opened the door, she was charged by the doorknob because of static electricity. There was only Shen Zixiao in the bedroom, and Jian Ran asked smoothly: "Xiaogou, your scarf can't be woven anymore."

Shen Zixiao sprayed a mouthful on the laptop screen and said incoherently: "I knit a scarf? I knit a scarf for him?! I...hehe..."

Shen Zixiao opened the closet and took out the half-knit scarf, "Where are Lao Tzu's scissors?"

Jian Ran: "Calm down, you have been knitting for more than half a month, so what a pity it is to cut."

Shen Zixiao thought for a while, "What you said makes sense, I want to change my scarf to white silk, and I'll strangle him to death!"