Half-new, half-old boys' dormitory downstairs.

"Well, 211 dorm." Wang Moxue handed the student card to Ye Fan and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"You're lucky, the whole dorm is a thorn."

"How?" Ye Fan became interested.

Wang Moxue took out the registration report and stuffed it all into Ye Fan's hand.

said expressionlessly: "It's the kind of person who is likely to go in the future." ”

Ye Fan understood.

"You go up and get to know them first, and I'll bring in the daily necessities later." Wang Moxue said.

"I'll just do it myself."

"My mom arranged it."

Ye Fan put the phone back in his trouser pocket and walked upstairs.

In the corridor, whether it is a student or a parent, it is a big bag and a small bag.

Only Ye Fan himself, almost empty-handed.

I always feel that something is wrong.

The dormitory building is a bit unusual, No. 211 is not on the 2nd floor, but on the 2nd floor.

In the dormitory.

The tuxedo lying on the bed put down the phone and laughed.

"Hahaha, get another one, now I have one more fish in the fish pond."

Carried away, his mouth opened too wide, but he forgot that there was a dangling foot above his head.

With a thud, he opened his mouth and took it in his mouth.

"Woohoo." The feeling of suffocation carries a sour tinging.

"Pain, pain, boss, don't bite, don't bite." The flat head on top of his head fell straight off the bed.

Bang.

There is such a big movement here, and the little fat man who played the game jumped.

At a critical time, the big move that has been held back for a long time is empty.

The little fat man turned around and cursed.

"Pants, what are you doing? Make love to the door. ”

As soon as Ye Fan entered the door, he saw this scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

"Hello." After a moment of silence, he politely asked, "Is this the 211 dormitory?" ”

"It's not." "Yes." "Guess."

The three different answers made Ye Fan a little confused.

The point is that the two on the ground are still entangled.

"Get out of the way!" The tuxedo spat out a thumbs up and roared in a mournful voice.

"Boss, my feet are useless, you have to pay me for my medical expenses."

The flat head hugged the thigh of the tuxedo, refusing to get up.

The tuxedo was laughed at angrily, and directly took out 200 yuan and slapped it on the face of the flat head.

"Die, you want money."

"Can you move something a bit?" Ye Fan had already walked to the vacant bed on the side.

There is a bunk bed on the left and right sides of the dormitory, and a table in the middle.

The tuxedo and flat head are on the right, and there are also sheets and bedding on the upper bed on the left.

Ye Fan watched.

This vacant bunk may become the beginning of his campus life.

It's just that now the vacant bed is full of things.

What wine bottles, plastic bags, clothes and pants, and body armor, all piled up in a mess.

"You're new here?" The flat head stumbled to the side.

"Yes." Ye Fan nodded.

He continued to ask, "Can you move things a bit?" ”

The tablet head looked at the ticket in his hand, "Yes, yes, but you have to pay." ”

Ye Fan nodded, "How much?" ”

He also saw that the tablet head collected the money just now, and it wouldn't be too much.

"Happy." The tablet's eyes lit up, and he slapped the ticket on his hand.

Then rubbed his fingers, "The price is 1000, Tong Su is not bullied, and he does not accept bargaining." ”

"Yes." Ye Fan replied calmly.

Tablet Head suddenly felt like he was going to be less, but he wasn't a greedy person.

"Brother, cash or transfer?"

The tuxedo looked Ye Fan up and down, seeing that he didn't look like a rich man, he was a fool.

Seeing that Ye Fan really took out 1,000 cash from his bag, the tuxedo suddenly lost interest and lay back on the bed.

The little fat man blinked his pea eyes and looked at Ye Fan, not knowing what he was thinking.

The tablet head is very reputable, collects the money, and immediately starts working.

But he only moved his part.

Ye Fan saw the head of the tablet take a basin and walked away, and never came back.

Suddenly frowned, "What do you mean?" ”

"I only said that I moved my own part, and I didn't say that I moved all of them." The flat head shrugged.

At the same time, he expressed helplessness, "Besides, I don't have the right to touch their things." ”

Ye Fan looked over.

The tuxedo cast a playful look over there, and the little fat man just hehehe

Ye Fan's brows relaxed.

This is a dismount, so use the most direct way to solve it.

Ye Fan looked at the tablet, "Bring the money." ”

"Brother, I am saddened by what happened to you, but our deal is done, and it is already an established fact."

The flat head spread his hands, indicating that he could not help.

Ye Fan nodded.

With his hands back in his trouser pockets, his head lowered, he walked over and flew up.

"Bastard, you dare to do it? The fat man cut him, and if something happens, we are also justified in defense. ”

The tuxedo rolled over on the bed, picked up a wine bottle and rushed over.

The little fat man wanted to pull the keyboard, but he was reluctant to think about it, so he simply picked up the bench.

Ye Fan put his hands in his trouser pockets.

He dodged sideways and kicked the tuxedo in the butt.

Then he stretched out his hand, punched, and in the horrified gaze of the little fat man, smashed the bench from the front, and finally turned around and kicked it.

There's a trash can in the corner.

Now the three brothers in the dormitory are neatly arranged and landed on the trash can in the way of stacking arhats.

The key is that this trash can is still standing.

Ye Fan turned around slowly.

After a three-second countdown, the trash can was finally overwhelmed and fell apart with a thud.

Since the trash can is against the chest of the tablet, it is accompanied by the slamming of the plastic bucket.

The flat head's face turned pale in an instant, "My heart hurts so much." ”

"Dick, how are you?"

"Second brother, are you okay?"

The flat head had a frank face, clutching his chest, and was speechless.

"Quick, call an ambulance!" Tuxedo roared.

Ye Fan frowned, there can't really be an accident, right?

It looks fierce with its own hands, but it is actually all skillful, and this situation should not occur.

But looking at the tablet, the painful cold sweat has come down, and it doesn't look like it's cheating.

Ye Fan observed for a while, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Lift your hands." Ye Fan spoke calmly.

"Beat my friend like this, boy, you're finished, even the headmaster can't save you when he comes." The tuxedo has red eye sockets.

"You let go of your hand." Ye Fan said again.

"Wait, don't think about losing money, you're deliberately hurting, just wait to get in."

"If you don't let go, your friend won't want to sit comfortably in the second half of the year."

Ignoring the tuxedo's scolding threats, Ye Fan looked at the little fat man.

And the little fat man's hand, which was hiding behind the flat head butt at this time, was pinching desperately.

"The performance is good, but it's a bit exaggerated, when it comes to the real situation, treating the wounded must be at the front of the line than scolding the suspect."

Ye Fan put one hand in his trouser pocket and made an evaluation.

The acting skills of the three people are good enough, and they cooperate in place.

The key is to have a spirit of sacrifice.

Ye Fan looked at the pale face of the flat head, it really hurt a lot, but he didn't snort in a daze.

Just started from being beaten and quietly cooperated with his teammates.

And these three people, who don't need to communicate, are all fulfilling their respective roles.

If Ye Fan is really a freshman, he will be 100% bluffed.

If memory serves, these three are law students.

"What can you look at? It's a fact that you froze your hands in our dormitory, destroyed public property, and injured your classmates, I think you got out of here today? Tuxedo sneered.