"It's nothing, it's a matter of effort."

Zhuang Yi had a smile on his face, but he was worried in his heart: Why did Zhang Zimo just hold on to himself and not let go? Did you really notice something unusual?

But on second thought, what could she discover in just a few minutes? Not from a thin man to a fat man, but from a pig to a man!

Zhuang Yi felt a little relieved at the moment, and heard Zhang Zimo say again: "I heard that you only woke up a few days ago." ”

"Huh?" Zhuang Yi was stunned, "How do you know?" ”

Zhang Zimo pointed at Fang Youning: "What he just said." ”

He's swoop! Fang Youning, this guy picks up girls and always likes to pull the brother next to him into the water!

"When did you fall asleep?"

"Last December!"

Before Zhuang Yi could think about how to answer, Fang Youning immediately spoke.

"At that time, we were communicating, and Maitreya said that he would fall, and the people next to him were horrified."

"Oh, last December." Zhang Zimo was thoughtful.

"Zimo, you were there at the time?" However, after only a few words, Fang Youning has already begun to omit his surname and call his first name.

"That's not true, I'm just curious, I fainted inexplicably, I didn't wake up for several months, and after waking up, I ......" Zhang Zimo looked at Zhuang Yi's legs, "The legs that can't move can also move, it's really curious." ”

Zhuang Yi felt that it was time to say something, and he kept silent, which was more likely to arouse Zhang Zimo's suspicions.

"I also think it's strange, one second I'm still on crutches at the sorority venue, and the next second I'm lying on the bed in my room, and my legs are healed." Zhuang Yi shook his flesh again, "It would be even more refreshing if I could sleep and make the meat gone." ”

"Hahaha! Don't be too greedy! Fang Youning said with a smile.

Zhang Zimo didn't speak, but suddenly stretched out his hand towards Zhuang Yi.

Zhuang Yi subconsciously covered his stomach and ducked back: "What are you doing?" ”

Zhang Zimo's hand was not withdrawn, and behind the black-framed glasses, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were shining with scrutiny at the moment.

Zhuang Yi remembered the scene when he was chased by Ma Mingcheng around the tree with a gun in Qiyue Mountain a few months ago. In order to hide his specialness, he didn't dare to launch a flying target to Fu Ma Mingcheng, and was hit by Ma Mingcheng twice in a row, almost dying, Zhang Zimo obviously had the ability to untie the rope to save him, but he just sat on the side and watched coldly.

At that time, Zhang Zimo's eyes were clear with such a light of scrutiny. At that time, she suspected that "Qi Sanfat" was not an ordinary pig, but now?

"I want to touch the flesh on your belly." Zhang Zimo said.

This woman really suspects that he is Qi Sanfat!

Whether it is in the shape of a pig or a human, Zhuang Yi does not like to be touched in the stomach.

After the soul was worn into Qi Sanfat, he practiced Qi for a few months, and he also absorbed the "Black Widow/Women's Heart", and the spirit body was strengthened not a little. It may be for this reason that his disgust and disgust at being touched in his stomach has weakened a lot, and he can endure Zhang Zimo being trapped in his arms for several minutes just now.

That's the limit, though.

"What? Does Zhuang Yi hate being touched on his stomach? ”

Zhuang Yi didn't answer for a long time, and he didn't let go of the hand covering his stomach, Zhang Zimo turned his head and asked Fang Youning.

"I haven't heard of it."

Fang Youning, Sun Zhongzi and the others naturally didn't know, if Zhang Zimo asked Han Dinghao or Fang Weiwei, they would be guaranteed to get a positive answer.

"I ...... I...... I'm not used to being touched by girls. Zhuang Yi pretended to be shy.

"Aha! Maitreya is actually shy! Fang Youning laughed, "You kid takes a shower in broad daylight and washes naked on the balcony, and you will actually be shy!" ”

"That's different. Everyone is a boy, and there are birds underneath, so what about naked washing? Zhuang Yi said.

The implication is that washing the balcony naked and being touched by a girl are two levels of things.

The audience laughed happily, but Zhang Zimo did not relent.

"It's just touching my stomach, there's nothing to be shy about."

Grass! Why is this woman so thick-skinned, don't you understand the polite refusal!

"Or are you ......" Zhang Zimo paused, "bent?" ”

The audience stopped laughing.

What "bent" means is something that today's elementary school students can understand.

Showing boys and not touching girls is not in line with a straight man's code of conduct.

Zhuang Yi resolutely let go of his hand.

The remarks just now are mainly to dispel Zhang Zimo's suspicion that he subconsciously held his stomach and retreated, and refusing to continue will only deepen Zhang Zimo's cognition. The most important thing is that he lives in a boys' dormitory, and he will be labeled as a comrade, how will he mix in the future?

He had already seen Sun Zhongzi and Fang Youning take half a step back in unison just now!

Zhang Zimo's hand touched Zhuang Yi's stomach, and through a layer of clothing, the coolness of Zhang Zimo's fingertips was still clearly transmitted.

Zhuang Yi held back the discomfort in his heart.

The damn Zhang Zimo not only touched, but also pressed and pinched, fortunately, the time was not too long, and a few seconds later, the cool claw left his stomach.

Zhuang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sweaty." Zhang Zimo took out a tissue and wiped his hands, "Are you nervous?" ”

Zhuang Yi did endure a little hard, but sweating is the privilege of the fat man, and he also wiped the sweat on his head with his hand: "You find a fat man who doesn't sweat in summer to show me." ”

The tone is not as friendly as before, showing the dissatisfaction of a fat man who doesn't like to be touched by a girl's belly and is forced to submit.

Zhang Zimo didn't dwell too much on this matter, and changed the topic: "Your leg is suddenly better, did the doctor say what the reason is?" ”

"Nope."

Zhuang Yi wanted to ring the class bell for the first time, and he had never been so eager for English class.

"Those doctors can't even figure out why Maitreya is asleep, how can they know about such a thing." Fang Youning said, "Zimo, you are so concerned about Maitreya's injured leg, are you studying medicine?" ”

"It's not. I'm from the English department. Zhang Zimo said, "It's just about some human potential...... Just curious. ”

Department of English, Dongsheng University?

Zhuang Yi pondered these words, and suddenly remembered that when he was in Qi Yueshan, Sun Zhongzi or who asked Zhang Zimo which university he came from, Zhang Zimo opened his mouth and came to the "English Department of Dongsheng University", he always thought that this woman was talking nonsense. Don't Ma Mingcheng, Yuan Jie and others also claim to be Dongsheng University and Jiaming University? In the end, it was not the identity that was debunked - two international thieves, two Rainbow Dragon Club Shadow Hunter killers.

Besides, Zhang Zimo is a "funeral coffin", he Zhuang Yi has seen it with his own eyes.

I didn't expect this woman to be from the English Department of Dongsheng University!

"English Department!" Fang Youning made an admiring expression, "In the future, he must be a senior talent who interprets simultaneously!" We English scumbags envy your English skills the most. ”

After speaking, Fang Youning also pulled Zhuang Yi over.

"This kid hasn't even passed the fourth level."

Grass! Zhuang Yi scolded in his heart, you kid picks up girls, why do you pull Lao Tzu up!

"Oh?" Zhang Zimo looked at Zhuang Yi, "Do you need me to help you make up your English?" ”

"Tut-tut......"

"Make no mistake!"

"This girl's aesthetic is really wonderful."

There were all kinds of doubts and puzzled voices from the side.

After experiencing the bear hugging and persistently touching the meat on the belly, now he takes the initiative to send it to the door to help this dead fat man tutor English?

It's either that the spring heart is budding, or this beauty is confused by a piece of.

"No, no, no." Zhuang Yi declined, "It's not that I haven't passed the fourth level, but I haven't taken the test." I was in bed for several exams. ”

Just kidding, let the "funeral coffin" Zhang Zimo make up his English closely?

Sooner or later, he will have to be played to death