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Forty-eight apartments, 612 beds, the number of night talks.

Location: Zhang Yingxuan's bedroom.

Time: After the lights are turned off.

Tools: a small night light, some snacks and drinks.

Everyone ate and drank and lay side by side on the bed. The night light on the desk cast a beam of warm orange light onto the ceiling, spreading some dim soft light to the dark interior.

Zhang Yingxuan, who was depressed, said about Zhou Ping's recent situation, and everyone was speechless.

The Zou family smacked, "What should I do then!"

Wei Changjun hit the nail on the head, "He is relieved. He is probably doubting life now."

Lu Zhengkang: "..."

Zhang Yingxuan sighed, "This kid, who used to be a vigorous person, is now half-dead, and it hurts to look at it."

Zou Jiaqi said, "Isn't it, he is the one who likes to quarrel with the teacher in class."

Wei Changjun: "He is considered useless."

Everyone nodded, there was nothing to say.

Lu Zhengkang took out his mobile phone to check the alarm clock. Su Xiangli set him a new alarm one minute ago, and the time was set two minutes later.

He smiled, got off the bed, walked to the corner of the bedroom by the window and paced back and forth. The friends were still immersed in the sadness of a rabbit and fox. He gently turned on the alarm clock and checked the recording.

Put the speaker to your ear and turn down the volume, like Su Xiangli whispering in his ear: "I will be back in two days, do you miss me?"

Lu Zhengkang was silly for a while, and then sent an alarm clock to record, "Of course, the exam is the day after tomorrow, so you must cheer, don't be nervous."

He spoke softly here, sweet and greasy, and the three bad roommates imitated him in a weird manner behind him. "It must, come on, oh~"

"Hehehe..." ×3

Lu Zhengkang turned his head and glared at them, gestured a closed mouth, and turned back to continue recording.

"Hey!" I don't know who sighed first, and everyone sighed.

Zhang Yingxuan asked in extreme bewilderment, "You said, is the game really so important?"

During his busy schedule, Lu Zhengkang came over and agreed: "Of course it is important!"

The big family stared at Classmate Xiaolu with contempt, "You don't usually play games, you don't have the right to speak, step down!"

Lu Zhengkang wanted to argue as soon as he struck his neck, but he thought about it, as if he hadn't played any good games in his life. Alas, the youth mode is the root of all evil, and it killed a senior player's game dream.

Suddenly, Zhang Yingxuan sat up and pulled off the air conditioner. Xiaohua and gastrointestinal bacteria panicked and scooped the quilt into his arms, covering their **** shirtless body, screaming and asking what he was sending. nerve.

"No! I can't watch my good brother just wait to die, I must save him." Zhang Yingxuan's tone was firm.

Zou Jiaqi poured cold water, "Come on, he doesn't want to learn it himself, you care about him so much, don't let him take it bad, and the grades will follow."

Wei Changjun also echoed: "Yes, Zhou Ping, it's not easy to say, he is inferior and stubborn, and he always likes to fight for face. If you directly tell him to help, people think you look down on him."

Zhang Yingxuan and Zhou Ping have known each other for so long, how could they not understand his personality? The roommates are right, they are all young people, and no one wants to admit that they are shorter than others. How can you directly say to Zhou Ping that you are too good, I teach you. It has to be tactful to stimulate his heart again.

Or, simple and rude?

"My dear brothers, it's time to use our ingenuity!" Zhang Yingxuan screamed from the sky.

Save the student scum Zhou Ping plan, start action!

...

The blackboard in the study room showed a big line of red letters: "There are 51 days before the high school entrance examination."

The F4 combination of 612 men's bedroom in the 48th apartment surrounded Zhou Ping, a tragic school scum. He is now the intersection of the cross, the dead man of Go. He is now not only a male on the left and right, but also flanked by the front and back.

Zhou Ping was fidgeting, and didn't dare to walk around randomly in the study room, so he lowered his voice to Zhang Yingxuan's ear and asked, "What is this for?"

Zhang Yingxuan snorted, "Learn, learn for us, we look at you, let you see what is campus bullying if you don't learn."

The four heavenly kings of the top class one of the junior high school of Ninghu Middle School sneered, and the hardworking little cuties in the study room shrank their necks.

"It's cold." A scumbag struggling on the pass line didn't dare to talk, only shivering.

"What a murderous spirit!" This is a partial college student, holding one or two proud subjects is also considered outstanding, but he still has to be in front of the real Xueba.

"The four over there are masters." The school tyrants are attracted to each other, and a strange light is already in the eyes of this man.

Party person Zhou Ping: I regret it now, I regret it very much... No, what did I make wrong, isn't it just not studying? If someone has to be a trash, why can't that person be me?

"Hey, hey, no, brother Meng, don't you be so serious? It's about to take the high school entrance examination. It won't be a weekly test tomorrow. You learn to do it and leave me alone."

Ninghu F4 didn't speak, they just stretched out their hands silently, placed them in front of Zhou Ping's eyes, and slowly squeezed them tightly. The scorching arrogance of the four hunk men reflected the scorching arrogance under the cold light of the study room, making Zhou Ping's face twisted.

"Little brother, start learning, now start!"

Zhou Ping tremblingly pour out his homework from his schoolbag, hushing, and tears from the test papers of various subjects come out of a hill~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The coerced Zhou Mou forcefully endures the tears and begins to write quickly.

Seeing him working hard, Ninghu F4 closed his fists silently, and took out a handful of papers from his bag to relieve his fatigue.

Midway, Zhou Ping was about to go to the toilet. As soon as he got up, the four kings also stood up and swiped it, as if the bodyguard hired by a large family was actually more like four policemen escorting prisoners.

In the toilet, Zhou Ping was standing in front of the urinal, his body numb with four playful eyes behind him.

"My dear brothers, can you stop staring at me when you pee?"

Lu Zhengkang and the others looked away nonchalantly. After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ping lifted his pants embarrassedly, "nervously."

"Can you still pee?" The four heavenly kings said coldly.

"Uh, I'll talk later."

...

At eight o'clock, the evening self-study was over, no one left. Zhou Ping was sitting on pins and needles. After a psychological struggle, he finally gave up resistance and honestly stayed to solve the problem.

It wasn't until 9:50, when the lights were to be turned off in another hour, when people left the study room one after another.

"Let's go, let's go for supper." Lu Zhengkang stood up coolly, and the other three ruthless question-brushing machines stretched and moved their legs and feet. Poor Zhou Ping who was caught in the middle was relieved.

In the cafeteria, each person snorted a bowl of beef noodles, and they all walked to the bedroom with their schoolbags.

The boys joked presumptuously along the way, howling and howling, suddenly, somebody did not answer the conversation, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Zhou Ping stopped, Ninghu F4 turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yingxuan tilted his head.

Zhou Ping shrugged, "Thank you."

Everyone laughed together, "Thank you!"

That year, it was flourishing.

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