"Uh, it's okay, it's okay," Tang Lin turned his head to look, but it was a face that Tang Lin had dreamed of seeing before, with fair and pink skin, delicate lips like rose petals, big eyes, curved willow eyebrows, and long eyelashes stained with a trace of invisible mist. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's you, Tang Lin, I'm sorry just now, are you okay?" The beauty let go of Tang Lin's arm and removed the earbuds hanging from her ears with her left hand, with an apologetic tone.

Qin Ru, a classmate of Tanglin University, since his freshman year, he became the head of the Tanglin class and the secretary of the art department with his proud posture and outstanding personal ability, in hundreds of days and nights, such as the autumn wind sweeping the leaves class, I don't know how many otaku rotten man's glass hearts have been involved, and how many essences of the motherland's flowers have been harvested. Of course, if it is excluded in the eyes of some people with special hobbies, it is obvious that Tang Lin belongs to the normal person series.

"Heh~, it's okay," Tang Lin smiled, and subconsciously touched his nose, not as excited as the young before, this kind of physical exhaustion only felt a little embarrassed to go home.

"Then I'll go for a run first, see you in the classroom, bye-bye," Qin Ru put on her earbuds again, and waved her hand at Tang Lin with a smile, the two of them who usually didn't have any intersection, and this chance encounter couldn't cause more topics.

"Bye-bye," a fragrant wind blew from Tang Lin's side, and as the ponytail swayed rhythmically from side to side, the distance between Qin Ru and Tang Lin became farther and farther away.

Tang Lin shook his head, brushed the hair in front of his forehead, looked back and forth at the sports field where people were thrown into the war one after another, reopened his feet that began to be sore, walked along his right front to the outer circle of the track, and continued to trot.

At 7:10 a.m., 301 of Fenglin Zhai.

"Big bird, big bird, nerd, big thing, big thing," Zhou Haoran's somewhat hurried and incredible voice suddenly sounded in the originally quiet bedroom.

"Hmm, what's the matter, early in the morning," Wu Hao, who was suddenly woken up, got up a little angry, stretched his waist and asked, his eyes didn't open.

Feng Peng lifted the quilt and sat up, looked out the window, rubbed his eyes, and crawled down from the bed with a grunt, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, look!" Zhou Haoran knew that Wu Hao was angry when he got up, so he didn't care about him, and pulled Feng Peng, who had just come down, to face Tang Lin's bed.

Five minutes later.

Feng Peng sat on a chair in front of his bed, his left leg on his right leg, crossed Erlang's leg, his left elbow supported his left leg, his left hand dragged his jaw, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and the slippers buckled on the thumb of his left big foot shook casually; Zhou Haoran leaned on the bed frame, holding his belly with his right hand, placing his left elbow on his right wrist, dragging his jaw with his left thumb and index finger in a figure 7 shape, his head shaking slightly from side to side, looking at Tang Lin's bed, thoughtful; Wu Hao was still lying on his bed, his hands clenched into fists overlapping, dragging his jaw, under the bird's nest-like hair, a pair of eyes stared wide ahead-- In front of it is also Tang Lin's bed.

The three of them had been in this position for almost five minutes, but time had not yet washed away their surprise.

"Big bird, nerd, do you think wood is a little different recently?" Although it was a questioning tone, Zhou Haoran felt a little possessed by Conan.

"Nonsense," Wu Hao's voice changed a little because he was lying on his stomach.

Maybe it's a little tiring to keep this position, Wu Hao spread his hands, tried to pull himself out of the bed, sat cross-legged on his bed, loosened the muscles of his hands, wrapped the quilt around his body with his backhand, and then supported his chin with both hands. At this point, he got up, which was a very uncomfortable thing for him.

"Could it be a love injury? No, I haven't been hurt yet. Wu Hao muttered.

"Mu seems to be a little weird when he came back from philosophy class last week, idiot, did you find anything with him in this class?" Feng Peng frowned, tilted his head slightly, and turned his eyes to Wu Hao.

"Last week?" Wu Hao rolled his eyes upward, patted his face with both hands, and tried to sober himself up.

"What didn't happen, it's the same as usual, I'll roll back with the wood after class, oh, by the way, did Qin Daban sit in front of us that day?" Wu Hao seemed to think of something, looked at Feng Peng and Zhou Haoran, his eyes rolled for a moment, and he laughed inexplicably, a little obscenely, I don't know if it's YY or something.

"Get out, Qin Ru is a little pretty, it's not like this to make the wood a human being, you know how to look at the beauty, you can give full play to humanitarianism, and care more about your brothers," Zhou Haoran kicked the foot of the bed with his right foot back, scolding with a smile.

"It is said that women are like the weather, and they will change when they change, and it is unreasonable for this man to change," Feng Peng looked at the flat sheets and boxy quilts in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh, the work of folding quilts was only worked hard during military training, but compared with the one in front of them, there was no comparison, the foursome who have been lazy and habitual, kennel-like housekeeping is common, and this sudden scene is really surprising.

"A man's heart, a needle under the sea," Zhou Haoran nodded his head to agree with Feng Peng's point of view, everyone has their own living habits, and a sudden change will make the people around him feel a little abrupt.

"Fart men, I haven't handed over anywhere, there are three little farts kids," Wu Hao's eyes were white, and he really despised these two old men who hadn't ** yet.

"Get out!" Feng Peng and Zhou Haoran both expressed their contempt for Wu Hao, who was fifteen years old. Then the bedroom fell silent again, and the three pairs of eyes stared at the rare scene in a hundred years in front of them.

"Bang," the bedroom door was opened, and Tang Lin walked in from outside the door with four or five plastic bags in his hand, although his head was still muddy in the end, but the matter of bringing breakfast to a few friends in the dormitory had not yet been left behind.

"Eh~ You guys get up, huh, your breakfast," Tang Lin walked to the desk and put down the breakfast in his hand, took out the meal card in his pocket and threw it into the drawer, and then walked to his closet, ready to take a change of clothes, ran a few laps, and felt slimy, which made Tang Lin uncomfortable.

"Wait, wait, wood, brother asked you something, that, have you been stimulated by anything recently?" Zhou Haoran grabbed Tang Lin, walked over and stood in front of Tang Lin, put his hands on Tang Lin's shoulders, and looked at Tang Lin affectionately with eyes full of affection, Feng Peng also turned around and looked at Tang Lin like Wu Hao, yes, they were all the kind of goosebumps that others looked at.

"No, what can I be stimulated, and if I want to be stimulated, I will be stimulated by you," Tang Lin angrily slapped Zhou Haoran's salty pig hand away.

"Failed courtship?menopause?Is it because the big aunt is coming?" Zhou Haoran pretended to be surprised, the ultra-exaggerated performance method exclusive to the Academy of Arts.

"My aunt and father are here, get out of the way, I'm going to take a shower, I've just finished running and my body is sticky, and I'll go to the antique class later," Tang Lin patted Zhou Haoran on the shoulder, and went around the closet to look for clothes, he could see the concern of his friends, but he couldn't say that he had something more in his mind, and he still had the same dream every day that worried about his heart to death, although he might not be regarded as insanity when he said it, but the credibility was always not high, so he should go with the wind.

Old antique, Dong Guren, a teacher of Chinese and foreign art history in the Department of Fine Arts, a veteran professor of the Academy of Arts, about fifty or sixty years old, due to the serious style of lectures, each class must be named, and more than three times must be failed, so the nickname of the old antique has been circulating among many students, and it is not a special nickname for Tang Lin.

In the bathroom, Tang Lin was washing under the shower, and the three of them outside were also working hard for their washing, and the sound of water, basins, and cups were intertwined.

"Wood, why did you suddenly get involved in housekeeping today, to pay tribute to the lost youth?" Wu Hao asked loudly with a mouth cup in his right hand and a toothbrush on his left and right, foaming at the mouth.

"Brother Ha's youth is still on the way, your youth has just passed," the water poured down from his head, and the hair that climbed on his forehead and climbed to his eyes made Tang Lin feel uncomfortable, adjusted the angle of the shower on the wall, brushed the hair on his head with both hands, and let him wipe the water droplets on his face, and raised his middle finger to Wu Hao's question.

"Haha, wood, I'll support you," Feng Peng, who was about to wash his face with a wet towel in his bow, praised loudly with a side face.

"Fart, I'm only nineteen, your two twenty, one twenty-one, if my youth were gone, yours would have gone to the grave long ago," spitting out the foam in his mouth, Wu Hao countered.

"I'm going to take the test, nerd, can you be gentle, if you want me to sleep naked, just say it," Zhou Haoran, who was about to hang a towel after washing, quickly bowed back and jumped back, dodging the splashing white foam, and turned his head to reply to Wu Hao's 'show of love'.

"Sao Rui, Sao Rui, I'm not close to men," Wu Hao bent down and raised his left hand above his head in a gesture, moved to Feng Peng's side, and snickered a few times.

"Don't make a fuss, hurry up, idiot, you've been named twice by the old antique, and you'll hang up if you click again," Feng Peng pressed his knee against the big ass that was getting closer and closer, Wu Hao was greedy for the beauty of Zhou Gong's daughter, and since the beginning of school, he has skipped two of the four art history classes, and his name has been recorded in the red list by the old antique.

"Grunt", what answered Feng Peng was a mouthwash, Feng Peng didn't say any more, just point the question.

Seven thirty o'clock.

Open the plastic bag, steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, hemp balls, three white porridge, and the breakfast on campus is just like that.

"Wood, have you had breakfast?" Zhou Haoran shouted in the direction of the bathroom.

"I just ate it," Tang Lin wiped the water droplets from his body and was about to get dressed.

"Okay, then we won't wait for you," the three of them all washed up, pulled their chairs and sat down at Tang Lin's desk, and ate their own food.

"Big bird, let's sit in the back for a while, sit in front of you and feel uncomfortable facing the old antique," Zhou Haoran just stuffed a bun into his mouth, picked up an egg and knocked it on the table, and said vaguely.