The previous article continues, and the book continues again.

That day, Wen Xuan sneaked back to the boys' dormitory through the back door, and walked straight back to the dormitory that belonged to him.

Along the way, Wen Xuan flipped through the notebook that was densely packed with all kinds of information, and at the same time smirked regardless of others, secretly rejoicing in his heart. Indeed, in the next few years, I will spend my time in loneliness, loneliness, coldness, envy and hatred, or nephrite in my arms, and I have to rely on it to laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall!

Wenxuan's dormitory is on the second floor of this boys' dormitory, it is not far away, it is not close, it is not close, from the south staircase near the back door, and then walk so many meters to arrive, very fast!

When he returned to the dormitory, which was neither familiar nor unfamiliar, he found that all five of his roommates had already arrived!

Wen Xuan closed the notebook, put away the happy smirk on his face, and began to look at the five strange roommates. This was the first time he had really observed these five comrades who would be fighting alongside him for several years!

At this moment, Wen Xuan was standing in the middle of the dormitory door, and Bed No. 1 and Bed No. 6 were located on his left and right sides.

To his left was Bed No. 1, a muscular boy smiling and playing with his phone. Among these five people, he was the only one who had spoken to Wen Xuan. It was a tall boy, estimated to be at least one meter eight, after all, the beds in this college were all custom-made two meters, and as soon as this person lay on the bed, his head and feet were almost on the beams in front and back of the bed!

The man also seemed to have spotted Wen Xuan who was standing below, and quickly put away his mobile phone, and said to Wen Xuan with a smile on his face: "Hey, buddy, you are back with your luggage again!

Wen Xuan didn't mind this, and shook the notes in his hand proudly while looking towards bed number six. He noticed that the guy in bed number six was actually sleeping, leaving him with only a thin back, so he turned his gaze back and cast it towards bed number two, which was a little farther away.

The comrade-in-arms in bed No. 2 is a handsome guy, fair-skinned, handsome eyebrows, and a weak scholar. Indeed, the first feeling that the man gave Wen Xuan was that he was a sissy. Why? Because the man was sitting at his desk at the moment, looking in the mirror, and trimming his eyebrows like a. Wen Xuan has grown so big, and he really hasn't seen a boy who can trim his eyebrows. However, Wen Xuan was relieved when he thought of the saying "When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds", it is the so-called one kind of rice to raise a hundred kinds of people!

As for the No. 5 bed, Wen Xuan looked at the No. 3 and No. 4 beds in the innermost part of the dormitory without even looking at it! Why didn't he look at the No. 5 bed? That was because the No. 5 bed was a high-spirited, courteous, erudite, and humorous bed of the new generation of the Celestial Empire, and there was really no need to look at it.

Okay, without further ado, let's talk about the two comrades-in-arms in bed No. 3 and bed No. 4 first!

Uh, what should the person in bed number three say? Wen Xuan vaguely felt that he was a bit similar to bed number two. Of course, this kind of resemblance does not mean that they are similar in appearance, but that they give people a very similar feeling, which is a feeling that can only be understood but cannot be expressed! The person in bed No. 3 is tall and thin, and his skin is very white, but he does not have the feeling of a little white face in bed No. 2, but has a feeling of pampering. At this moment, the man was putting the clothes in the suitcase neatly into the closet one after another without saying a word.

But when he found Wen Xuan, he immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at Wen Xuan intently. Then he frowned again, and a pair of slippery eyes rolled upward, as if he was thinking about something. Maybe he couldn't remember, but after a while, he pursed his lips again and continued to do what he was doing.

Wen Xuan stopped looking over the shoulder, no longer paying attention to the comrade-in-arms who was silently packing up his clothes, and instead looked towards bed four.

The comrade-in-arms in bed four was a very sturdy young man. He is not tall, compared to Wen Xuan, his skin is neither black nor white, it is a very popular yellow-brown complexion. He has a small round face, with decent facial features and a pair of small glasses on the bridge of his nose, which is nothing special on the whole. But if you insist on describing him in one sentence, that is: "This girl is simply a passer-by with a public face and a sense of super zài!"

And at this moment, this passer-by is standing high on the bed, carefully hanging his small mosquito net!

Condescendingly, he could see Wen Xuan standing in the middle of the gate at a glance, but his personality seemed to be a little shy, and after a timid glance at Wen Xuan, he took his gaze back in a panic and continued to hang his small mosquito net intently.

Wen Xuan didn't think much about this, pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and walked directly through the No. 1 and No. 6 beds, and walked to his No. 5 bed.

He had planned to continue sitting at his desk and flipping through his notebook. But the fatigue of this day's travel and the fatigue of helping the demons of 630 to change this and that, and repair this and that, caused a wave of sleepiness to hit his heart, making him yawn several times in a row.

After thinking about it, he decided that he might as well go and get some sleep first.

I saw him throw the duffel bag on the desk casually, and then climbed into the bed three times and two times, and lay down with the guy who was sleeping on bed No. 6 with his head on his head.

But it backfired!

Not long after Wen Xuan fell asleep, and when he hadn't even dreamed of it, there was a violent vibration from the bed under him, which made Wen Xuan jump up in fright.

Just as Wen Xuan was startled and was about to jump out of bed and escape, a pointed head suddenly popped out from underneath.

That's right, you read that right, although this is not a thriller novel, it is really a head, a living person's head.

But when Wen Xuan reacted and looked at it, he found that the owner of this head was none other than the head of the guy who had been folding clothes just now in bed No. 3.

Looking at the frightened head that Wen Xuan was almost incontinent and a burst of egg pain, Wen Xuan suddenly even had the heart to kill him, and various scenes of torture and killing appeared in his mind.

Moreover, this guy who killed a thousand knives angered not only Wen Xuan, but also the guy who had been lying on bed No. 6 since Wen Xuan came in.

I saw that the guy in bed number six raised his head and looked at the guy in bed number three with angry eyes. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and even the rest of the people who had nothing to do with it were attracted by the smell of gunpowder.

Wen Xuan looked at the two people who were facing each other without saying a word, if there was no expression on his face, but in his heart, he was muttering: "Buddy of bed six, burn your small universe, and destroy it on behalf of Duke Zhou!"

Well, that's all for today's "Baling Village", if you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown!