"Lao Yang, Lao Yang, I heard Lao Wang say that you were accepted by the dean of the Faculty of Letters?"

gave Mao Qianpei a roll of the eyes, Tang Yu nibbled on the apple in his hand and leaned in front of Yang Mobai.

"Go aside!"

Seeing Tang Yu's big face getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, Yang Mobai couldn't help but raise his hand to push him away while sitting in his position.

"Don't say it so obscenely, what is it called collecting!"

Throwing Tang Yu a disgusted expression, Yang Mobai couldn't help but pout.

"That's because people fancy me!"

"So, you've really been accepted?"

didn't care about Yang Mobai's actions, Tang Yu asked with great interest.

"Uh-huh!"

Yang Mobai snorted noncommittally, and then continued.

"He also asked me to represent the calligraphy club to participate in the provincial calligraphy exhibition hosted by Xianlin City!"

"Damn, Lao Yang, you're terrible!"

Stuffing the apple in his hand into his mouth, Tang Yu held his still wet paws and slapped them heavily on Yang Mobai's shoulder, squeaking out a sentence in his mouth.

“……”

This slap can make Yang Mobai's face black, he is wearing white clothes!

Sure enough, when Tang Yu's paw was picked up, the corner of Yang Mobai's eyes clearly saw the slightly yellowed palm print on his shoulder.

Resisting the urge to strangle Tang Yu, Yang Mobai added angrily.

"But I refused!"

"Wow, you refuse a hammer, such a good opportunity, a provincial competition, if you let you go shit luck which award comes back, your scholarship this year will be stable!"

Hearing Yang Mobai's words, Tang Yu suddenly became anxious, and patted Yang Mobai on the shoulder several times in a row, and he always slapped on that palm print!

"! Tang Yu, you're enough, you wash your clothes today! ”

For Yang Mobai, these slaps in the back were the last straw that crushed the camel.

I saw him stand up from the chair with a rub, take off the T-shirt on his body with his backhand, and slap Tang Yu on the shoulder.

"Ahhhh Don't......"

Yang Mobai's operation made Tang Yu cry bitterly.

"Be content, it's good that Lao Yang didn't let you wash your socks!"

Regarding Tang Yu's deathly move, Wang Chang didn't know what to say for a while, shook his head, put the phone on the table, and turned around and went to bed.

"You think Lao Yang is you, socks can be stockpiled for a week without washing!"

It's also strange to say, no matter how Wang Chang said this, it could be regarded as a relief to Tang Yu, but as a result, he also defended Yang Mobai.

"Cut, shut up with fifty steps of laughter and a hundred steps!"

Wang Chang, who was halfway up the stairs, pursed his lips, stretched out his feet and shook towards Tang Yu, and a slipper that he hadn't had time to take off flew away.

"Ge Laozi, Wang Chang, you are going to die!"

Jumping to the side with agility, snatching a slap from Xiao Wang's flying shoes, Tang Yu pointed at Wang Chang and scolded.

It's just that this voice didn't last long, and it was suffocated back under the posture of Wang Chang stretching out his other foot and swaying blindly.

"You're ruthless!"

gave a thumbs up to Wang Chang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the hero doesn't eat the loss in front of him, he can't afford to provoke him, can't we still hide!

"Lao Yang, why did you refuse the invitation of the big guy?"

Tang Yu, who was no longer entangled with Wang Chang, asked curiously while putting the T-shirt on his shoulder on the back of his chair.

"How can there be so many whys? Everyone has their own ambitions, I just don't want to compare with others......"

This momentum to break the casserole and ask to the end made Yang Mobai very helpless, and after sorting out the gray T-shirt that he had put on again, Yang Mobai replied with a collapsed face.

"He won't be satisfied with your answer!"

Mao Qianpei, who was staring at her mobile phone watching a soap opera, added coldly.

Sure enough, Yang Mobai's reason failed to convince Tang Yu.

"What a great opportunity, I just gave it up, and I lost my heart to the old king who wanted to add a calligraphy club, but it turned out to be no fun!"

"I went in and out with Lao Wang, and I didn't agree to join the calligraphy club......"

Yang Mobai was angry with Tang Yu's rhythm, and before he could figure out the taste, he threw out a bigger melon."

"Hey, old Yang, why are you bothering? I was meant to try it casually, and it would be nice to have me go to a class every week! ”

Hearing Yang Mobai's words, it was not only Tang Yu who was surprised, but Wang Chang on the top bunk also stuck out his head and said suspiciously.

"It's not all because of you, I'm not interested in it, it's enough to have my grandfather at home to check his homework, I don't want to be tied up at school!"

Shaking his head, Yang Mobai explained seriously.

"Oh oh oh, yes, except for Dean Peng's ability to remind you, you really don't have to play, it's not a level!"

Wang Chang, who was deeply convinced, nodded, retracted into the bed to read, and didn't say anything more.

"Waste, what a waste, your behavior will be dragged out to worship the sky!"

"Ding-dong!"

Tang Yu was sighing, and suddenly a bell rang in the dormitory.

Looking for the sound, I saw that Wang Chang was charging on the table, and the mobile phone was flashing, obviously a message.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Without waiting for Wang Chang on the upper bunk to come down, Tang Yu, who was standing opposite his bed, dodged over, picked up the mobile phone directly, and swiped the screen to look at it, which was not taboo at all.

The mobile phone passwords of the four people in their dormitory know each other, and it is not once or twice that they answer each other's phones and look at each other's mobile phones.

Seeing Tang Yu pick up his mobile phone, Wang Chang simply didn't come down, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out a foot and kicked Tang Yu's shoulder.

"Hey, who sent me a message!"

"Roger, send!"

helped Wang Chang reply to the message directly, Tang Yu didn't hand it to Wang Chang, but plugged the phone back into the data line.

"It's nothing, from the Literature and Art Department, let me tell you that I have been admitted, tomorrow at noon at twelve o'clock, there will be a meeting in the office on the second floor of the big house!"

"Oh-oh, got it!"

"No, I said, Old Tang, you are not curious about Lao Wang's admission to the Ministry of Literature and Art?"

Yang Mobai, who was sitting on the chair, saw that Tang Yu's reaction was so flat, he always felt unnatural, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"What's this, it's not as powerful as your dean, who is the deputy department of the Ministry of Literature and Art, class assistant! This kind of person in the court, properly operated in the dark, is not unusual! ”

"Tang Yu, you're done, Lao Wang is going to fight with you!"

Just after the end of an episode of TV, hearing what Tang Yu said, Mao Qianpei looked at Tang Yu gloatingly.

Sure enough, as soon as Tang Yu's words fell, Yang Mobai saw a huge pillow falling from the sky and smashing right on the back of Tang Yu's head!

"Oops!"

At the same time, another sound that you knew was gnashing your teeth followed closely behind.

"Sister Maomao, don't tell him about tomorrow's rehearsal, let him find it!"