"Passing by." I did pass by here, but it took a long time.

Zhu Fatzi is not stupid, Shen Chongming came over with a brick in his hand just now, and he appeared as soon as the matter passed, this is really a coincidence, the only possibility is that he just witnessed his miserable experience, so he took the brick to defend himself!

Thinking of this, Zhu Fatzi couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart, this kid couldn't help but save his own division commander, it's really hateful!

Shen Chongming didn't know that his inaction had angered Zhu Fatzi, so he pretended to be sincere and reached out to help Zhu Fatzi: "Lord Zhu, you, are you okay?" As he spoke, he used all his strength to help Zhu Fatzi up, speculating in his heart that his weight would not be less than 200 pounds.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhu Fatzi gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, help me go back quickly, uh." "Zhu Fatzi was not lightly injured, he didn't feel anything when he was anxious just now, and then he felt pain all over his body.

Shen Chongming hurriedly responded, took a deep breath and helped Zhu Fatzi to walk towards Guozijian leisurely.

Zhu Fatzi was too serious, and his injuries were serious, and his two legs couldn't bear it at all, and he almost put all the weight on Shen Chongming's body, fortunately, he didn't go far before he met a few handymen who wanted to go home, otherwise Zhu Fatzi had something to do Shen Chongming didn't know, but he himself would definitely be crushed into internal injuries.

I asked Mr. to go to the yamen to report the case again, and it was late at night when I was busy, and under the approving gaze of Gao Gong, I yawned and returned to the dormitory.

These days, Shen Chongming's indifference made Song Qingyang more and more arrogant, and Shen Chongming returned to the dormitory and opened the door with a lot of noise, which actually woke him up in his sleep.

"Shen Chongming, do you have any education, don't you know how to open the door lightly!" Song Qingyang, who had been disturbed by someone's sweet dream, was on fire, sat up and yelled at Shen Chongming, who was lighting the lamp, and woke up the other two people.

Shen Chongming paused, didn't speak, and still lit the candle unhurriedly, and carefully blew out the fire fold and put it on the table. Under the candlelight, Shen Chongming, who had a calm face, looked like a saint.

His attitude made Song Qingyang feel even more annoyed, and he had the heart to do it directly, but after thinking about the strict prison rules, he still endured it, and just said again: "Uneducated things, hum." With that, he lay down and covered his head. The other two looked at the two of them back and forth, and also turned around, but they felt a little pity for the silent Shen Chongming in their hearts, and at the same time some admiration, they could endure such vicious words, and their psychological tolerance was also a little greater.

Shen Chongming also thought like this, he felt very unhappy in the middle of the night when he was volunteering, and when he came back, he suffered such a bird anger, and the anger in his heart can be imagined, if it was back then, he would have fought to relieve his anger, but after thinking about the 10,000 taels of silver and the strict prison rules, he could only endure it.

However, the martial ones can't communicate with each other, and the bright ones can't come to the dark, and they don't say anything in the face of such an insult, isn't it a presumptuous person.

Thinking about it, Shen Chongming glanced at the teapot on the table, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and turned to clean up the bed.

"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?" The morning bell has passed, and Shen Chongming has already left the dormitory with "University", but Song Qingyang is still lying motionless in the bed, and the two roommates Xiao Pengcheng and Shi Bingzheng wonder for a while, what's wrong, Song Qingyang gets up all the time on weekdays.

"Oh, it's nothing, I suddenly feel dizzy, you guys go first, I'll go later when I'm better." Song Qingyang said with his back to the two.

"Ah, Brother Song, is it amazing?" Xiao Pengcheng said, and went to check. "It's okay, it's okay, you guys hurry up, you will be punished for being late for morning reading." Song Qingyang's face turned red, and he pulled up the quilt and covered his head as he spoke, this matter was too embarrassing.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Pengcheng, who bent down to see his condition, couldn't help but wonder, just at this time he saw a few water stains under the bed, he was stunned, and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, strange things happen every year, there are a lot of them this year, such an adult actually wets the bed!

Holding back a smile, he turned around and picked up a book and walked out quickly, which made Shi Bingzheng also wonder, scratching his head and chasing out.

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?" Listening to Shi Bingzheng's question, Xiao Pengcheng couldn't hold back any longer, opened his mouth and laughed silently, his distorted face was as if he had fallen into evil.

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?" Shi Bingzheng was even more puzzled. "Let's go, I'll talk to you later, quack." Xiao Pengcheng grabbed Shi Bingzheng and walked forward quickly.

"Oh, tell me quickly, what's going on?" After taking a few steps, Shi Bingzheng shook off Xiao Pengcheng's hand and asked with some annoyance.

Xiao Pengcheng looked at no one on the left and right, and then he couldn't hold back a smile and lowered his voice and said, "Song Qingyang, he's wetting the bed, wahahaha." Xiao Pengcheng leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, but Shi Bingzheng was not like him, just licked his lips and slowly spit out two words: "Talent." ”

"Ah Bing, isn't it funny?" Such a funny thing, Ah Bing didn't react, and Xiao Pengcheng, who had been laughing alone for a long time, was very uncomfortable.

"Wow ha, it's so funny, I'm laughing to death! Let's go, the professor will inspect later. After that, ignoring Xiao Pengcheng, Shi Bingzheng, whose expression would change, accelerated his steps towards the classroom with a serious face.

Xiao Pengcheng slapped his head and hurriedly followed, patronizing and laughing, he forgot that the morning reading had begun, which was really terrible.

"Have you heard, Song Qingyang wet the bed last night." Shen Chongming blocked his textbook in front of him and said to the right table next to him, who didn't talk to him at all on weekdays.

Originally, he was shaking his head and reciting the three-character scripture, so that he could introspect himself every morning, and turned his head with a surprised face and asked, "Really?" ”

"Of course, you see that he hasn't come yet, this kid is embarrassed to see people, and now he is pretending to be sick in the dormitory." Shen Chongming said matter-of-factly.

The adjacent table looked at Song Qingyang's seat and saw that it was really empty, nodded suddenly in understanding, and then covered his mouth and turned his head to his right adjacent table and said, "Have you heard, Song Qingyang wet the bed last night, and he was embarrassed and sick." ”

In this way, waiting for the news to reach Shen Chongming's ears through the table next to him on his left side has already become like this: I heard that Song Qingyang from your dormitory wet the bed last night, so he was bedridden with a cold!

"Ah, there is such a thing, why doesn't the little brother know?" Shen Chongming had long expected such a situation, and he didn't mention that he was the initial spreader of rumors, and asked with a confused face.

"It's a shame that you're still a dormitory, do you see if Song Qingyang is here now?" The left adjacent table said with a look of disdain, I don't know how such a wooden person, the priest of the wine lord took a fancy to it, strange.

"Oh, I didn't come to Sasa. Dare to ask this brother, how did you know that Song Qingyang wet the bed? Shen Chongming asked pretending to be interested.

"Cut, what is this, he wets the bed every day, otherwise how can he be bedridden, this must be the root of long-term bedwetting." The table next to him spoke as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Shen Chongming didn't reveal it, nodded and flattered: "Brother Tai has good opinions, junior brother admires, twelve points admire." ”

The left table smiled proudly, but said modestly: "It's over, you know about it, don't tell anyone else, do you understand?" ”

Shen Chongming naturally understood that he had to save some face for Song Qingyang. But with the hobby of this buddy, I'm afraid that before lunchtime, this matter will spread all over the country.

Sure enough, during the lunch break, Song Qingyang, who had just dried the bed and left the dormitory, sensed that something was wrong. Although he is well-known in Shaoxing City, he is not as famous as Shen Chongming's rotten wood in this genius paradise, but today it seems that everyone has set their eyes on him.

Song Qingyang is known as the first genius in Shaoxing, this brain is naturally not there, and after a little thought, I understand that someone must have discovered that he was wetting the bed, and he also preached it to himself everywhere, which made everyone know!

Thinking of this, Song Qingyang only felt that a cloud of anger was burning in his chest, this bastard like a long-tongued woman must be Xiao Pengcheng, there are only three people in a dormitory except for himself, and Shen Chongming left without stopping after getting up, and Xiao Pengcheng and Shi Bingzheng, who are inseparable from him on weekdays, are still waiting for him, just Xiao Pengcheng also went to his bed to talk to himself, he must have found something at that time, otherwise it is impossible to leave directly after just asking a word, according to common sense, at least ask the cold and ask for warmth, right?

Not to mention, after more than ten days of getting along, the characteristics of these two people have basically been cleared by themselves, Shi Bingzheng usually doesn't like to talk, but Xiao Pengcheng is the opposite, a mouth rarely stops except for sleeping. Therefore, this bastard who ruined his reputation in Guozijian must be Xiao Pengcheng!

Thinking of this, Song Qingyang clenched his fists, turned around and strode towards the dormitory.

Except for Song Qingyang, Shen Chongming and the three of them had already had lunch after class, and at this time, Song Qingyang finished packing up his 'incriminating evidence' and went to eat, and there were only three of them in the dormitory.

The culprit Shen Chongming is still lying on his bed with his eyes closed as usual, while Shi Bingzheng is reclining on the bed holding a copy of "Journey to the West" and reading it attentively, but Xiao Pengcheng is holding two hands around Song Qingyang's bed and looking at it carefully, not only that, but he also sniffs and smells from time to time.

This scene completely fell in the eyes of Song Qingyang, who was standing in front of the door of the dormitory, took a deep breath, kicked open the hidden door, and took three steps and two steps to Xiao Pengcheng.

The door was kicked open, and the sound made all three of them turn their heads to look at the door at the same time. As soon as Xiao Pengcheng saw Song Qingyang rushing in front of him with a strong wind, his face couldn't help but stiffen, and he forced a smile: "Brother Song, I ......"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingyang's fist had already landed on his cheek. The punch full of anger was full of power, and Xiao Pengcheng, who was of average stature in the Guozi Prison, screamed miserably and was directly beaten to the ground.

"Bastard, beast, you go die!" Song Qingyang, who was furious, scolded angrily and stepped on Xiao Pengcheng's body, looking hideous, as if he was crazy.

At this moment, Shi Bingzheng reacted, threw down the baby "Journey to the West" and pounced, hugging Song Qingyang while persuading: "Brother Song, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, what can't he say well, why do you want to beat people?" ”

"Get out!" Song Qingyang ignored it, and got rid of Shi Bingzheng with a loud roar. However, taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Pengcheng, who was knocked to the ground, got up, and without saying a word, he flew up with a kick. The footwork was sharp, and before Song Qingyang could see it clearly, he was kicked out.

The unlucky Shi Bingzheng had just been thrown away by him, and before he could stand firmly, he was hit by him again, and stumbled out of the door, fortunately, the prisoner who heard the noise and rushed to see the excitement held him up, otherwise he would have injured his hip at least this time.

"Thank you." Shi Bingzheng, who was standing up straight, spoke, and hurriedly walked in and closed the door. When everyone saw that there was no excitement to see, they talked about it and walked towards their own dormitory, and no one went to expose the informant. If you want to mix well in the officialdom, a necessary condition is to make good connections, and if you make enemies everywhere, it is really rare to make an inch. In the Guozijian, most of them will seek a half-official position in the future, and everyone will be friends with classmates and support each other, but they are all good friends in the future, and there is really no need to go to the inform, lose a few friends and a few enemies.

At this time, the battle situation in the dormitory had fallen into a stalemate, and Xiao Pengcheng, who had reacted, was also angry, and the two of them were inseparable.

"Oh!" Song Qingyang snorted, his face suddenly looked ugly, but he was hit by Xiao Pengcheng's Haidilao Moon.

"Hehehe, good kung fu." Shen Chongming, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, couldn't help but shout hello, and Shi Bingzheng, who was leaning on the door panel and was confused by the battle in front of him, was woken up by him. ”

…… After the completion of the third watch, the driving force for the continuous outbreak is everyone's support, thank you......