After Marrying the School Grass

After the weekend, the annual double eleven carnival came vigorously. On the night of the 10th, all three people in the dormitory except Jian Ran were holding their mobile phones, frowning attentively, looking like an enemy.

Jian Ran didn't understand, and asked: "Doesn't Double Eleven last for one day? Why do you have to grab zero points."

Shen Zixiao explained: "There are many limited-time spikes, and there are also many shops that give gifts to the top."

"Then you guys won't be the same as grabbing a class..."

At this time, Ji Yuanxi shouted: "All are on alert, there is one minute left! Equipment, internet speed, final check!"

Shen Zixiao concentrated on: "Equipment, check!"

Ke Yan solemnly said: "Internet speed, check!"

Ji Yuanxi: "Chong Duck, I must grab the most gifts for my wife!"

Jian Ran: "..."

I often seem incompatible with you because I don't have enough sand sculptures.

After one past zero, the three of them desperately started to nodded. This year, Alibaba’s programmers and servers are very good. There was no lag in previous years. A few people completed the payment within a dozen seconds. Ji Yuan sighed for a sigh of relief, leaning on the chair, looking at his five-figure payment bill, feeling lost, "The one-month living expenses are gone."

Shen Zixiao said: “It’s more cost-effective to have a girlfriend for a month’s living expenses.”

Ji Yuanxi said triumphantly: "That's true, unlike some people, you can only spend money on yourself. How much did you spend on Xiaodog?"

"It's only a few thousand dollars if it can't compare to you."

Ji Yuanxi poked his head: "What did you buy?"

Shen Zixiao quickly covered the tablet, "Nothing—"

Ji Yuanxi quickly grabbed the tablet and yelled: "AirPods, a mechanical keyboard, and what... cheongsam?"

Jian Ran who is in bed: "Ooooo."

Shen Zixiao became a little angry and took back the tablet, making a gesture to give Ji Yuanxi a kick, "Go away, don't pollute Dad's tablet with your claws."

Ji Yuanxi smiled and apologized, "But Xiaogou, why are you buying a cheongsam for your mother?"

Shen Zixiao's cheeks are slightly red, "It's up to you."

Jian Ran lay down and emptied the shopping cart calmly. Looking at the down jacket that had been paid, Jian Ran was suddenly curious about what Ren Qinglin bought and whether he would also buy something for him.

Just in time, Ren Qinglin sent a link to the web disk: senior, wedding photo.

Jian Ran finished tinkering with the photo and asked: Did you chop your hands on Double Eleven?

.R: Chopped it.

Jian Ranranran: What did you buy?

.R: I can't tell the senior at the moment.

Jian Ranranran: Is it something invisible?

.R: See you tomorrow night? Pick photos together.

Jian Ranranran:...

This topic turned a little bit bluntly, my brother, but my senior likes you, so I won't pursue it with you.

Jian Ranranran: Okay, where to choose?

The bedroom is impossible. After a few things before, Jian Ran had to suspect that the biggest obstacle between him and Ren Qinglin was not the sexual orientation problem, but the roommates of the two. As long as they are there, the atmosphere will definitely run in strange directions uncontrollably.

.R: The cafe in front of the school?

Jian Ranranran: [Mao Mantai (no problem).jpg]

After downloading the photos, Jian Ran looked through them one by one. Look at Ren Qinglin's eyes, nose, mouth and legs... His eyesight is too good! Of course, I am also handsome. When two people stand together, they are simply-brothers, friends, respectful, happy family!

Yes, these photos are eye-catching and eye-catching, but they are not like wedding photos at all, and the two have almost no intimate behavior. Jian Ran was so angry that he wanted to scold others, but after thinking about it, he seemed to be able to scold himself because this was exactly what he proposed.

He clearly remembered that the photographer asked him what he wanted before shooting. He said with certainty that if you want to be natural and not artificial and refuse all nasty behaviors, it is best to photograph their pure brotherhood.

The photographer satisfies his needs perfectly, so good...a ghost.

The once-in-a-lifetime wedding photos, all the photos of him and Ren Qinglin!

Jian Ran was depressed for a long time, and was a little bit weak the next day, and finally got through to the end of get out of class, and there was more than an hour left before meeting Ren Qinglin. He walked slowly down the corridor, and saw Ren Qinglin's figure appearing in the diagonal corridor from a distance, and then walked into one of the classrooms.

Jian Ran moved in his heart and said to Shen Zixiao, who was walking beside him, "I will not go back to the bedroom."

"Then where are you going?"

"Go to class."

Shen Zixiao looked dumbfounded: "Do we still have classes?"

Freshman courses are basically public courses. Several classes are taken together, and no one can see how many people are more than a few people. Jian Ran saw Ren Qinglin sitting at the end by the window, with an empty seat next to him, smiled secretly, and sneaked in through the back door.

Ren Qinglin lowered his head and swiped the phone. The movement of the chair opened did not attract his attention, until the boy's deliberately lowered voice came from his ear: "It is not easy to study with mobile phones in class. Be careful. I will report to your parents."

Ren Qinglin raised his eyes, and the moment Jian Ran met his gaze, the feeling of alienation on his body immediately grew wings and flew. He chuckles: "Why is the senior here?"

"Pass by, come in and listen to the class." Jian Ran glanced at the book in front of Ren Qinglin, "I have always been interested in "Mao Ge", and I am a "Mao Ge" fan."

Jian Ran's words floated into the ears of the girl in front, and the girl couldn't help but look back, wanting to see who the "Mao Mai Fan" was. Seeing Jian Ran's face, the girl sucked in the heater and hurriedly tugged at her classmate's clothes, beckoning him to look back. The other person looked at it, and it was another heat, repeating the girl's actions again...

Jian Ran lowered her head, trying to reduce her sense of existence, annoyed: "I seem to be exposed!"

How long has he entered the classroom? This is too fast!

Ren Qinglin said half-truth and half-truth: "Senior, do you want to hide?"

"Where to hide?" Jian Ran said, "under the table?"

Ren Qinglin patted his arm, "Bury your face here, they won't be able to see it."

Ren Qinglin just wanted to amuse Jian Ran. He didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, a head leaned over and his arm was heavy, and then he smelled the refreshing scent of shampoo.

Ren Qinglin: "..."

Jian Ran buried his face in Ren Qinglin's arms, feeling ashamed to be a little bit ashamed, but tofu doesn't eat white or not, let alone Ren Qinglin invited him to eat it.

The schoolboy wore a black cotton suit today, which was very warm and soft, and smelled of laundry detergent. Jian Ran felt that he could bury his head in his arms for a day.

So comfortable.

Ren Qinglin stared at Jian Ran's head with heavy eyes, feeling that his entire arm was frozen.

He always felt that Jian Ran was an addictive virus to him. After practicing for so long, he finally managed to maintain a level of ease and calmness in front of the "Jianran Virus". Unexpectedly, "Jianran Virus" was also upgrading at the same time, and the speed of upgrading seemed to be faster than him. The occasional counterattack made him at a loss, and no defensive equipment was useful.

Seeing that there were girls from other classes in front of them taking pictures, Ren Qinglin regained his senses and cast his eyes carelessly. The girl shook her hand and quickly turned off the camera.

Jian Ran's actions were not only useless to help him hide his identity, but instead attracted more people's attention. Seeing that the professor began to look to them frequently, Ren Qinglin reluctantly gave up his love: "Senior, you get up first."

"I don't," Jian Ran muttered, "I have to pretend."

"But you will only make yourself more conspicuous." Ren Qinglin leaned down and said to Jian Ran's ear, "Or, change the place for seniors?"

Jian Ran raised his head with a look of expectation, "Where to change?"

Which part of Ren Qinglin's tofu can he still eat! ?

Ren Qinglin slightly hooked the corners of her lips, "legs."

Jian Ran subconsciously looked at Ren Qinglin's thigh, and his heart beat one hundred and eighty per second.

Can't you stop being foolish, if you make him anxious, he will really bury it!

Jian Ran reluctantly maintained his sanity, and continued to stick Ren Qinglin's arm: "Forget it, I'll bury it for a while, they won't watch it if they have seen it enough."

Ren Qinglin laughed for a while, thoughtfully: This way the seniors are not angry...

"Yes," he said, "you can bury it as long as you want."

Then Jian Ran will be buried until next year-this is of course impossible.

A few minutes later, Jian Ran felt that she was suffocating, so she reluctantly removed her head from Ren Qinglin's arm.

"Don't bury it?" Ren Qinglin asked.

Jian Ran blushed, shook her head, and whispered softly: "You listen to the class, I'll play on my mobile phone."

Most students are not very interested in public classes such as "Mao" and "Sixiu", and the classrooms are fairly quiet if they don't use their mobile phones or are drowsy during the class. Jian Ran randomly clicked on a mobile game, and a few seconds later, a clear and loud "Timi" resounded throughout the classroom.

Fuck, he forgot to turn on mute!

Jian Ran hurriedly cut out the game, but it was too late. Everyone's eyes focused on him, including the professor on the stage.

"Which classmate's'Timi' was from just now, please stand up."

The students burst into laughter. Ten thousand grass mud horses burst past Jian Ran's heart. He was about to move, but he didn't expect Ren Qinglin to take the lead and stand up.

"I'm very sorry, teacher."

Jian Ran was taken aback. He wanted to stand up, but was pressed by Ren Qinglin on his shoulder. He was a little anxious, "Hey—"

Ren Qinglin said in a voice that only two of them could hear: "Sit down."

Fortunately, the professor didn't seem to be really angry. She smiled and asked Ren Qinglin: "Is the game fun? What rank is it?"

Ren Qinglin said, "I was stopped by you before I even started."

Everyone laughed again, and the professor was also happy: "In this way, I will ask you a question. If you can answer it out of closed papers, this time'Timi' will be ignored, and it will not be counted in your usual grades."

Ren Qinglin nodded, "Teacher, please."

The professor also didn't want to embarrass the students, so he deliberately picked a point that was just mentioned: "What is the essence of the theoretical achievements of Marxism in China?"

Jian Ran: Learning the **** style at a loss.jpg

Ren Qinglin thought for a while and said, "Seek truth from facts."

The professor nodded and said gently: "Please sit down, don't play games in class next time."

"Thank you, teacher."

Jian Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ren Qinglin knew the answer, otherwise he might have become the first man in school history to harm her husband to lose credits.

For the rest of the time, Jian Ran didn't even dare to play with his mobile phone. In order not to hold back Ren Qinglin, he listened to a class honestly. When he was a freshman, he didn't take "Mao Kai" so seriously.

After class, Ren Qinglin asked him: "Are you still interested in "Mao"?"

"Yes," Jian Ran said bitterly, "tell me when you have a "Mao Ge" class in the future, I will definitely listen."

Ren Qinglin smiled, "Okay, I will give the senior a place. Going to eat now?"

"Stop going to the cafeteria, there are many people."

"What do seniors want to eat."

Jian Ran shrugged, "I don't know, go out first."

When going downstairs, Jian Ran heard someone calling them: "Brother Ren, Brother Jian, wait for me!"

The voice should be Fang Huifeng. Jian Ran's heart felt cold: it's over, Fang Huifeng will definitely go to dinner with them, and the time of aloneness is about to bathe again.

He wanted to stop and wait for someone, Ren Qinglin's footsteps showed no signs of slowing down. Jian Ran asked: "Did you...hear any sound?"

Ren Qinglin's tone was light: "No."

No way, isn't your roommate shouting loudly?

Ren Qinglin looked at him: "Do you have one?"

Jian Ran was silent for a moment, "...nothing."

I'm sorry Huang Feihong, next time I will make up for you.

"Go faster," Jian Ran said, "I'm a little hungry."

Ren Qinglin held back a smile: "Yeah."

Shouting all the way and squeezing out the crowd, Fang Huifeng could only watch his roommate and senior accelerating forward with long legs: "???"