There is a wardrobe on the right side of the dormitory entrance door and a toilet on the left.

Tong Zuer came out of the toilet, and the first thing she saw was this picture:

In the center of the eyes with different meanings, Shen Sihuan stood in front of the wardrobe with a star dance dress.

When her dance skirt was stolen, she got the opportunity to perform on the same stage with the orchestra by mistake, and this kind of gossip was already chewed by the students who ate melons.

Tong Zu'er frowned.

Li Xueli leaned against the door and said with a smile: "At that time, I felt that it was a pity that the Star Dance didn't dance." Unexpectedly, the skirt is here, presumably, you also want to surprise your roommate, right? ”

Hehehe, she had heard a long time ago that before the holiday, Tong Zuer and Shen Xihuan had a complete falling out.

On the road, Tong Zuer scolded her and cried angrily~

Didn't you ask her to return the skirt?

It's still going back~

Anyway, her application for an exchange student quota has been brushed down, and she has nothing to worry about.

Big deal, she flatly denied the content of the recording.

Shen Xihuan was not in a hurry or annoyed, but silently opened the dance skirt, looked at the front and back, and said calmly to Tong Zuer: "It seems to be a little dirty, and a lot of tassels have fallen off, are you still it?" ”

Tong Zuer replied nonchalantly: "Forget it, it's 'dirty', don't want it." Help me lose it. ”

"Oh." After speaking, Shen Xihuan put her skirt in the trash can, and then turned around and walked inside.

The viewer is a little confused, what is the situation? That's it? What about the climactic confrontations, tearing, and breaking?!

Li Xueli frowned, and she also sensed that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Tong Zuer yawned, and said to her with half-lifted eyelids: "Hey, your role is over, you can go, I won't send it." As he spoke, he put his right hand on the door.

Li Xueli obviously hadn't reacted yet, but Shen Xihuan poked a dirty mop on the ground and pushed it all the way to the door, until the mop touched the tip of Li Xueli's high heels and didn't stop.

She raised her eyes, her eyes were cold, and said, "Didn't you hear?" Brother Weng ~ Get out of ~ " said that she was about to send the mop forward, and Li Xueli staggered back two steps again and again.

"Bang", the door closed.

Shen Xihuan's face changed in seconds, and he raised a sweet smile: "Zu'er, I want to eat watermelon, you are responsible for cutting it, and I will drag the ground~"

"Okay!"

- Well, the rank is too low, and there is no technical content, who likes to take care of it~

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Night.

Shen Xihuan still went home, she was frightened on the bridge the night before, and Lao Shen was quite anxious when she knew it, she had to go back to appease and appease.

But unexpectedly, he was already asleep in bed when he got home.

Reading glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, and he still held a notebook in his hand, on which was the handwriting of Lao Shen Benzun:

Summary of the experience of the glory of kings

Shen Sihuan: ".................."

She couldn't cry or laugh, and came to her and Wen Yan's "wedding room", Wen Yan was really disabled and determined to work.

On the desk, the lamp sprinkled soft light, he lowered his head slightly, his eyebrow bone shrugged slightly, his sword eyebrows entered his sideburns, the bridge of his nose line was like a ridge like a peak, and his eyelashes were thick and slender like butterfly feathers, he was really a good "president" of his meow~

Shen Xihuan stood quietly at the door of the study for a while, and Wen Yan raised his head in hindsight.

He glanced at her, only one glance, his eyes were slighted, and he continued to work as if nothing had happened.

Last night, their call was interrupted by a sudden accident, and she was touched that he was able to arrive at the scene, even if it was just out of simple friendliness.

Thank you, Wen Yan, that time, in that posture, appeared there.

God knows how much comfort and courage it gave her, like a thick cloud and black fog that was torn open in an instant, and he stood where the light appeared.

She walked to the desk and put a big head in front of him a little proudly, which was the photo of him and Han Yi.

She carefully cut it out of the newspaper, soaked it in water to soften the newspaper behind it, and then scraped it clean little by little.

Now there is a piece of pink paper pasted on the back of it, and she specially found a photo studio to make a plastic treatment, which is newer than new! You don't have to worry about getting dirty and damaged in the future~

Wen Yan picked up the photo and looked at it, and said "um". As soon as he casually threw it into the lower drawer, a beautiful box wrapped in purple ribbon appeared in front of him.