Song Mingcheng rolled his eyes and said, "I don't have a rag and I don't have water." ”

Yan Zhou finally straightened up, fumbled for a while before turning on the spare light in the office, and then threw him the rag and bucket placed by the door like a tinkerbell, and said, "Now I have it." ”

He didn't even move a step, he was obviously prepared, and even knew all of Song Mingcheng's plans, just waiting for Song Mingcheng to hit the muzzle!

Song Mingcheng thought of this, and looked at Yan Zhou differently. Before, he just thought that Yan Zhou was the target that had to be defeated, but now, Yan Zhou seemed to be a provocateur who broke into his territory.

Yan Zhou said: "How long do you want to lie down?" ”

This cold tone with undisguised mockery pulled Song Mingcheng back to reality.

Well, this man is still a very capable provocateur.

He reluctantly got up from the ground, picked up the rag and rubbed it on the door, thinking that when Yan Zhou was impatient and didn't supervise the work, he could get rid of it, clean up his mother's house, and go to his mother's damage to public property!

Seeing that Song Mingcheng was struggling and not working, Yan Zhou asked: "In half an hour, the meeting will be over, are you going to use this style to meet people?" ”

Song Mingcheng didn't expect this, and was reminded by Yan Zhou, the strength in his hands finally increased, and the speed was more than doubled, while glancing at Yan Zhou, he said in his heart When did this person become so kind?

Yan Zhou stood outside the office of the Ministry of Discipline Inspection for a long time to supervise the work, swept Song Mingcheng from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, and commented word by word without emotion: "The idea is quite novel. ”

Sure enough, I knew that this person could only hear half of what he said!

Song Mingcheng rubbed the door as if he were an enemy, but no matter how strong he was, the stains on the door could not be washed off so easily. And Song Mingcheng also specially asked people to choose the most difficult paint to clean, and now the whole retribution should be on himself, and that sense of grievance really made him feel cold in this February.

Yan Zhou was speechless here, and Song Mingcheng was also sulking, so quiet here that only the breathing of the two of them and the sound of the rag Ling Chi door panel, accompanied by the dim light stolen from the office, was also warm.

There was no light in the corridor, and Song Mingcheng squinted at Yan Zhou, who was leaning against the window and staring at the campus. Yan Zhou still had an indifferent expression at the moment, as if the ice could not be melted. He stood tall and straight in the night, and the wind from the tall building blew his fresh hair, revealing the young man's somewhat childish face.

Those eyes melted into the night but sparkled like bright stars twinkling in the sky. Song Mingcheng didn't know why, so he wanted to ask Yan Zhou what he was thinking now, but curiosity scratched him.

This man was different from the nerds he had ever known...... No, it's so different.

He inexplicably felt a certain loneliness like him from Yan Zhou at this moment, if it weren't for the different positions, he might be able to chat normally......

Phew, what the was I thinking!

This thought made him a little embarrassed and a little angry, and he rubbed his hand against the door even harder. The door creaked, like a cry for help from dissatisfied with Song Mingcheng's tyranny.

Such noise destroyed the beauty of the black-clothed boy looking at the railing, but it did not plant any ripples in the black-clothed boy's heart.

And at this moment, a series of footsteps, from far and near.

Song Mingcheng stopped what he was doing and waited nervously for someone to come. He really didn't want to be seen by a second person to see his miserable appearance at the moment!

He subconsciously wanted to hide at the door, and suddenly a piece of clothing pounced directly on Song Mingcheng, plunging him into darkness for a moment.

The cloth ...... Is it the black uniform that Yan Zhou has been wearing that represents the Discipline Inspection Department of No. 1 Middle School?

Song Mingcheng originally wanted to take it off and return Yan Zhou, after all, he was now dirty, and I was afraid that the black paint would also be stained on it. Compared with being seen like this, owing Yan Zhou a favor seems to make him even more unacceptable.

But before he could take it off, he heard a person rushing straight here, and he didn't even have a chance to react.

"Yan Zhou, are you here?" A gentle voice came from not far away, stopping Song Mingcheng from continuing to tear off his clothes.

Song Mingcheng subconsciously slowed down the action of wiping the door. He is now hiding behind the door, standing on a horizontal plane with Yan Zhou, and Yan Zhou's expression can be seen from the side.

Although there will only be one expression on his face.

Yan Zhou asked, "Su Yansheng, what are you doing?" ”

The younger brother next to Song Mingcheng is quite gossipy, and with the attitude of knowing himself and his opponent, he digs up the celebrities in No. 1 Middle School very thoroughly. So Song Mingcheng is no stranger to the name "Su Yansheng".

The seed player of the next student union president, one of Yan Zhou's rare friends.

Su Yansheng hesitated: "...... on your side"

Yan Zhou looked at Su Yansheng with his chest crossed, and said, "If you want to discuss something, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Song Mingcheng looked at Yan Zhou, and from that meaningful gaze, he felt that Yan Zhou was in a slightly happy mood at the moment.

What is he happy about?

If Su Yansheng was a person who could observe words and feelings, he should have noticed that there was a third person here at this moment, and he would leave after receiving Yan Zhou's refusal, but ......

As Yan Zhou's hair, he has been begging for a life under the face of the iceberg since he was a child, but Yan Zhou is really not fun, no matter what he does to him, he either escapes lightly by avoiding the serious, or he is hit by his occasional poisonous tongue, and he wants Yan Zhou to blow up, which does not exist!

It's rare to have someone Yan Zhou wants to hide, and the gossip factor all over his body is active!

Song Mingcheng heard that Su Yansheng's originally light footsteps suddenly increased, and he was in a hurry in his direction! He breathed heavily, his fists tightened, and he was ready to go.

One hand grabbed the edge of the door frame, and wanted to pull it away.

Yan Zhou took a step forward, and also supported the door frame, blocking Su Yansheng's way, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Su Yansheng paused, his tone changed, and he let out a creepy silver bell-like laugh, and said, "Ouch, it's so tight......

Obviously, Yan Zhou has long been accustomed to Su Yansheng's character with an extremely strong desire to perform, and it can even be said that he has seen it. He also moved quickly, slapped the paw of Su Yansheng, who had been dyed with black paint, and said, "Tomorrow." ”

Su Yansheng was infinitely lonely and said: "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I don't want to ask you out." ”

Yan Zhou closed his eyes, not wanting to look at this nasty thing in front of him anymore.

Su Yansheng saw that Yan Zhou was not moved at all and did not answer the stalk at all, sighed, and then complained: "I'm afraid that tomorrow, you are not in the mood to date me." ”

This was said vaguely, but Yan Zhou understood.

Originally, he could have handled the school uniform incident in No. 7 Middle School better, but the current student council president wanted him to go to the school gate to block it......

The hostility in this is self-evident. Not only today, as long as Mo Jingzhou does not step down, I am afraid that Yan Zhou will continue to be used as a gun by him in the future, hindering the integration of the two China.

Yan Zhou turned his head and looked at Song Mingcheng, who was a little nervous but didn't know anything, and then looked at the worry in Su Yansheng's eyes, he said calmly and indifferently: "No, I've never been in the mood to look for you." ”

He has never been afraid, otherwise it would not have been possible to take over the most thankless post of head of the discipline inspection department.

Obviously, Su Yansheng was also used to Yan Zhou's ruthlessness, he stared at his blackened hand, lowered his head, and showed an inexplicable evil smile towards Yan Zhou, who was a little shorter than him.

Yan Zhouxin said, "It's broken", and saw Su Yansheng smearing oil on the soles of his feet, and saluted back: "You guys were washing the door just now, I've seen this kind of mucus, and I can't handle it, so are you sure you want to wash it with water, not ...... Repaint? ”

He didn't have a trace of turmoil in his heart at the moment, and he just wanted to catch Su Yansheng and beat him. However, Yan Zhou still let out a "hmm" without changing his face, and glanced at Song Mingcheng with his spare eyes.

Song Mingcheng had an expression like being struck by lightning, and he was very happy. There was even a small touch in that handsome expression that rose from the bottom of his heart that Yan Zhou didn't break his prank just now, and he was desperately trying to cover his face.

You actually did it on purpose?

Song Mingcheng looked at Yan Zhou with accusatory eyes.

When Su Yansheng's footsteps were far away, Song Mingcheng couldn't help but scold: "Didn't you already know!" ”

He stared at Yan Zhou angrily, "I know that this door can't be handled at all, so you are here to see me laughing?" ”

Yan Zhou looked at Song Mingcheng steadily, looking at this person's incomparably vivid and vivid expression, his heart was very comfortable.

Without the slightest hint of justification, he calmly stated: "If you damage public property, you must be punished." Painting is too simple, how can you remember it for a long time. ”

Song Mingcheng wanted to refute, but he felt an itchy nose, and he sneezed several times in embarrassment, and he didn't want to have a good image or face.

Also, on the night of February, even if it is not the coldest time, Song Mingcheng, who is only wearing a woolen sweater and a Yanzhou uniform at the moment, cannot resist the cold. I didn't feel it when I was doing sports just now, but when I was interrupted by Su Yansheng, my body was cold for a while, but I didn't expect the cold to invade, so that he would show his flaws in front of the enemy.

Song Mingcheng followed behind Yan Zhou, and heard Yan Zhou's rare softening tone, and said, "You follow me to get the powder and roller, and the two of you can brush it together in about ten minutes." ”

As he spoke, he turned to leave, and Song Mingcheng followed, thinking about whether he should run away now.

Song Mingcheng wanted to return the uniform to Yan Zhou, but when he caught a glimpse of the word "Yan Zhou" outlined with a thin golden line on the cuff label, it had been soaked in black liquid on his body, and he was really embarrassed to return the soiled clothes without morality.

Anyway, it's still a little touching.

This emotion didn't last long, and I heard Yan Zhou continue to say in a low voice: "How can I have such a bad son as you......"

it, your daddy!

Song Mingcheng was so angry that he was furious again, but considering the disparity in strength, and the wounds caused by the group fight with people at the end of last year had not healed, he couldn't play well...... He endures!

It's just that wearing it like this is definitely not Song Mingcheng's style, so he took it in his hand, and followed the one in front of him, who was more than seven meters and too thin in his opinion, and was still his enemy, his mildew.

When he was on the first floor, Song Mingcheng pounced on the clothes he had taken off like a treasure, and put them on himself, no matter how dirty they were.

Yan Zhou said quietly: "I wanted to take you to the dormitory building next door to take a hot bath." ”

Song Mingcheng pulled the zipper with his hand.

"But you're already on."

Song Mingcheng felt the sound of mucus flowing under the layers of clothes.

"Looks like you don't need it anymore."

No, no, no, I need it! Song Mingcheng couldn't wait to throw Yan Zhou down from the window, he didn't finish talking about it for a long time, but when I put on the last piece of clothing, I said, didn't I deliberately read a joke! Yes?