After Marrying the School Grass

Jian Ran has lived to this age and has written guarantees twice. The first time was when I was young and ignorant, I was coaxed by his mother to write a letter of guarantee "I will never marry a daughter-in-law and forget my mother"; the second time I wrote a copy under the threat of his high school head teacher. No matter how gentle and beautiful a girl is chasing me, I will not fall in love early." He never expected that the third letter of guarantee would be given to a boy when he was twenty.

Jian Ran returned to the bedroom, where Shen Zixiao was the only one. The dog roommate was sitting at the table, not playing with the computer and mobile phone for the first time, but was immersed in writing.

Jian Ran asked: "What are you doing?"

Shen Zixiao vaguely said: "I'm studying."

"Don't be embarrassed." Jian Ran said sarcastically, "Don't eat skewers and stay in the dormitory to study, I will think you have been pierced by the soul."

Shen Zixiao argued: "You don't look down on people."

Jian Ran walked over, "Okay, then I'll see if you are studying."

Shen Zixiao threw himself on the table, blocking the pen and paper tightly, "Don't show it, get out of here."

"How did you talk to your foster father?" Jian Ran rolled up his sleeves, "Looking for it, do you know that your foster father was almost killed by you."

Shen Zixiao laughed angrily, "Hello? Who was almost killed by someone, please tell me again?"

Jian Ran hesitated to say something and stopped, "Forget it."

It’s not a glorious thing to write a guarantee to your wife, so it’s better not to show off.

When Ji Yuanxi came back from the shower, she wiped her hair and said, "Today's skewers are so delicious, you missed 100 million yuan."

"It's okay," Shen Zixiao said, "Jian Ran still owes me a few meals. Let him invite me next time."

Jian Ran: "Haha."

"By the way, Old Ji," Shen Zixiao said mysteriously, "I want to ask you something."

"Say."

Shen Zixiao glanced at the door and lowered his voice: "Have you...that..."

"Huh?" Ji Yuanxi drew his ears, "I just got water in my head in the bath, you speak louder, I can't hear you clearly!"

Shen Zixiao raised his voice: "Have you ever written a review book to your wife?!"

Jian Ran, who was playing with her mobile phone, paused with her fingertips and pricked her ears.

"Yes."

"What about the guarantee?" Jian Ran asked.

"Yes," Ji Yuanxi didn't care, "I wrote it several times."

"Several times?" Jian Ran was slightly surprised, "What have you done?"

"When I first fell in love, I didn't understand why. I watched a movie alone with my sister next door who had been playing together since childhood and did not report it. She was so angry that I wrote a 1,000-word review book to coax her; Once, she went back to Shanghai with me and ran into a high school classmate on the street. I subconsciously let go of her hand. She thought I didn’t want to open the relationship and wrote about it again..."

Jian Ran hesitated: "Aren't these all trivial matters?"

Ji Yuanxi shrugged, "You think it's a trivial matter. From the girl's point of view, it's an act of not loving her."

Jian Ran and Shen Zixiao's sights collided, and they looked to one side tacitly.

After bathing and changing clothes, Jian Ran sat down at the desk. He took a deep breath, picked up the pen, stroked the white paper one by one, and wrote the three characters "Guarantee" in an upright manner.

Ji Yuanxi passed by accidentally and made a fuss: "Hey, of course, what are you writing? Damn, your face is so red—"

Shen Zixiao’s forehead was put on the forum for taking English words to test Level 4, and there were also high-definition □□ photos. Ninety percent of the comments on dozens of pages were "hahahaha", and the remaining 10%. It's an emoji pack. Shen Zixiao suddenly became a "celebrity", and all this was given by Jian Ran.

Shen Zixiao whispered in Jian Ran's ear when he had nothing to do, reminding him of the debt he owed himself. Jian Ran was annoyed by him and said: "I invite you to dinner, immediately, immediately."

Shen Zixiao complained: "It's not necessary, for the sake of family harmony, I cannot eat alone with you in the near future."

Jian Ran:? ? ?

"You owe your food first. I plan to skip the English class in the afternoon. If you call, you can answer me."

However, it was a trivial matter, and Jian Ran happily agreed.

Both Jian Ran and Shen Zixiao's British elective courses are "Selected Readings in Western Newspapers". The professors rarely call names, and many people skip classes. Jian Ran walked into the classroom, and Xu Keke, who was sitting in the back row, waved at him: "Jian Ran, here!"

Jian Ran sat down beside her and asked, "What?"

"Ke Yan's prospective girlfriend, from the Department of Mathematics, I asked a little bit yesterday."

Jian Ran: "Oh, what then?"

"That girl just broke up with her ex-boyfriend—do you know who her ex-boyfriend is?"

Jian Ran lowered his head to reply to Ren Qinglin's message, "Who?"

"The student in the Department of Mathematics is the one who was abused by Ke Yan with high math problems at the Halloween party last time."

Jian Ran looked at Xu Keke puzzledly, "So?"

Xu Keke looked unpredictable, "Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

"It's okay." Jian Ran said, "maybe people just like learning bully?"

Xu Keke blinked, "If it's just like this, of course it's good. However, this girl's reputation is not very good, it is said that she is quite vain."

Jian Ran felt nothing, "Vanity is not a big problem."

"..." Xu Keke was speechless for a while, "Xing Ba, I only gossiping with straight men like you when I'm full. In short, Ke Yan is too innocent, and it's the first time I have been with a girl, you guys It should be a good check for him."

Jian Ran smiled, "This is Ke Yan's business. It's not easy for other people to intervene. And I've seen that girl too, which is pretty good."

Xu Keke shook his fingers, "Boys are not allowed to see girls, but girls are only allowed to see girls."

Jian Ran nodded whether or not, "Okay, I will pay attention."

"Speaking of this," Xu Keke pretended to say casually, "Who is your girlfriend anyway?"

Jian Ran was caught off guard by the question, and almost followed her way.

"The rings are all on, don't you plan to announce it?"

Jian Ran said lightly: "The teacher is here."

As usual in class, the professor selected a "Wall Street Journal" report, analyzed and interpreted, and asked the students to express their opinions.

The professor looked at the students with a smile, "Did any of the students take the initiative to speak?"

student:"……"

The professor smiled, "Do you want me to order someone again? Okay." The professor opened the student list and said, "Who to order..."

Jian Ran pressed her forehead with her hand to make sure she was not in sight contact with the professor.

"Shen Zixiao?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Professor: "Is classmate Shen Zixiao here?"

Jian Ran resignedly stood up, "Yes."

The classmates who knew Jian Ran secretly laughed. Jian Ran greeted the ancestor of the dog roommate in his heart, and dealt with a few words in his fairly decent English.

The professor nodded, "Well said. Do any students have other opinions?"

The audience was silent.

The professor looked down at the list again, "Jian Ran, what do you think?"

Jian Ran:? ? ? ? ? ?

Damn it? Are you kidding me?

Xu Keke: "Puff ha ha ha ha —"

"Student Jian Ran?" The professor pushed his glasses, "Hasn't Jian Ran come?"

Jian Ran sat on the chair, blushing with suffocation, and watched the professor shook his head and wrote something on the list.

Xu Keke looked at Jian Ran sympathetically, "If there is a selection of a good Chinese roommate, I will definitely vote for you."

Jian Ran was shaking with anger, turned out the WeChat of the dog's roommate, and frantically swiped the emoji package.

Jian Ranran Ranran: [Cooking Knife] [Cooking Knife] [Cooking Knife]

Shen Zixiao: [Black Question Mark.jpg]

Shen Zixiao: What's wrong?

Jian Ranran Ranran: Shen Zixiao, what you owe me is still unclear in this life! ! !

Shen Zixiao: [Dog-faced.jpg]

Jian Ran was afraid that he would vomit blood and die if he continued to talk to Shen Zixiao. He returned to the chat interface with Ren Qinglin and instantly changed his style.

Jian Ranranran: [Here, it's cool (the mushroom head points to the little heart)]

Jane Ranran: [Weeping.jpg]

.R: What's wrong?

Jian Ranranran: I'll talk to you later. [Cry to faint.jpg]

A few minutes later, Ren Qinglin replied: Senior, look up.

Jian Ran was taken aback, looked out the window, and saw Ren Qinglin standing outside.

Jian Ranranran: Don't you also have a class? Why did you come suddenly?

.R: Come and take away the senior who cried until he fainted.

Although skipping classes for her husband is not worth promoting, Jian Ran has to admit that only Ren Qinglin can cure him.

Jian Ran touched her chest. Ah, it's warm.

.R: Class will be over in a few minutes. I will wait outside for seniors.

Jian Ran's goal is too obvious, it's really not easy to slip away. For the remaining few minutes, he lived like a year. When the bell rang after school, he immediately flew out.

"Ren Qinglin——" In front of all the classmates, Jian Ran hugged Ren Qinglin who was standing well, and whispered: "Ouuuu, my miserable wife."

In polytechnics where the ratio of males to females is disparity, boys who play well often hug and hug each other. Everyone is not surprised. A few boys in the same class joked, "Brother Jane is so lucky today. Go buy a lottery ticket, and you're sure!"

"Xiaogou must invite Brother Jane to dinner. To be honest, when the professor clicked on Brother Jane's name, Brother Jane's unmoving figure almost made me cry--"

"If someone treats me this way, I am willing to let me bend for him!"

Jian Ran turned her head and said angrily: "Keep away, don't talk coldly in front of my father, and eat your food."

The boys left with a smile. Ren Qinglin probably guessed what happened from their words, touched her simple head, and said: "It's just an absence from work, it won't have much impact."

"I know. But I'm just not reconciled! If it's because of your absence, then forget it, but it turned out to be because of a stupid lack! I hate it!"

Ren Qinglin patiently coaxed him: "Let's go back to collect debts from him. Now we will eat first, and then go to the Internet cafe double row. The game has updated the Christmas skin. I will buy it all for the senior, okay?"

Jian Ran said dullly: "Okay."

Ren Qinglin took Jian Ran to eat Cantonese food, and packed two cups of Jian Ran's favorite milk tea to the Internet cafe. Shen Zixiao happened to be online and sent an application for team formation. Jian Ran refused without hesitation. Soon, Shen Zixiao's private message came.

Shen Siye: I heard about the British class! Not much else to say, a thousand words are in these two words.

Shen Siye: Foster father!

When will Tekken delete: Get out, don't let me run into you on the ladder.

Shen Siye: Yes, I'm offline now. PS: When will I be back tonight, I will prepare a supper for my foster father!

When will Tekken delete: [Smile]

Jian Ran put on a new skin and played matches with Ren Qinglin. No need to think about the top score, Jian Ran let her go all the way, and practiced a few heroes who didn't play very often. Ren Qinglin played the milk position and fed him to his fullness, making his game experience almost perfect.

The two came out of the Internet cafe late. There were not many people on the road, Jian Ran put her hand in Ren Qinglin's pocket, "Here is something."

"Ok?"

"I can't watch it now," Jian Ran's eyes dodge a little, "Go back and look again."

Ren Qinglin chuckled, "Okay."

The two were separated downstairs in the dormitory. Taking advantage of the auntie Suguan was not paying attention, Jian Ran quickly kissed Ren Qinglin on the cheek, "See you tomorrow."

"Wait," Ren Qinglin pulled Jian Ran back, "Senior kissed him in the wrong place."

Ren Qinglin couldn't wait to return to the bedroom, so he took out the things Jian Ran had given him out of his pocket in the corridor.

It was a small paper crane. After spreading it out, Jian Ran's slightly naive font came into view.

"Guarantee"

I, Jian Ran, hereby declare: From now on, my bed will only be for my husband (Ren Qinglin) alone.

Otherwise, I will be bald at the age of twenty-five.

PS: The mouth is only for him. (>ω

Guarantor: Jian Ran

Guaranteed time limit: one hundred years

Date: December 14, 2019