With bare feet and no shoes, Jiang Yan is one hundred and eighty-five tall, and he is not thin himself, and even his exposed arms have bulging muscles.

Just standing there made Liu Wenhu, who was 180 years tall, feel a sense of oppression, not to mention his compelling eyes, which almost made him stagger and dare not look directly when staring at him.

Damn, what's the matter with this kid?

How can he be more angry than him who has been in society for two years?

Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei didn't dare to come out when they saw this battle.

Liu Wenhu forced himself to look at Jiang Yan, he didn't stand up, he still sat on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, and smiled, "Just kidding, as for it?" ”

"Are you kidding?"

Jiang Yan sneered, "Lao Tzu's bed is against the wall, why are you about to kick it over, do you call this a joke?" ”

Liu Wenhu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiang Yan stared at him condescendingly, "If you want to fight, you can say it directly, and Lao Tzu will accompany you at any time." ”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door twice, and Tian Xiaohui hurriedly got up to open the door.

"Hello, is Jiang Yan in this dormitory?"

Zhu Zhen arrived a little late in the afternoon, and after reporting and receiving things, he accompanied his parents to visit the school, and after dinner in the evening, he walked at the door, and he just came back to take a bath.

I asked a few people to inquire, and I found out that Jiang Yan was in 501.

He is also in this dormitory building, just 401 downstairs from Jiang Yan.

"Yes, Jiang Yan is here."

Tian Xiaohui's pounding heart had just returned to normal, and when he heard that he was looking for Jiang Yan, he hurriedly opened the door and let people in.

Is it Jiang Yan's friend? If so, please advise, but don't get into a fight in the dormitory.

Zhu Zhen walked into 501 and saw Jiang Yan standing in front of the table at a glance, looking at the flat-headed boy sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed in front of him with a rare gloomy face.

"What's going on?"

Zhu Zhen put away the smile on his face, his dark face that had been tanned during the summer vacation became serious, and he was also 180 tall and erect, wearing only a vest on his upper body, and his arms and shoulders muscles bulged.

was asking Jiang Yan in his mouth, but his eyes were looking at Liu Wenhu sharply, and he was clearly expressing a meaning - is he going to fight?

Tian Xiaohui looked at it, his legs were weak and he almost knelt, brother, letting you in is persuasive, not arching.

It's two against one

No, two against one can't be beaten, Liu Wenhu was obviously a little stunned just now, and then a black-faced man was added at this time.

So what's the fight? One is enough for Liu Wenhu to drink a pot.

Sure enough, after Zhu Zhen came in, Liu Wenhu turned his head and swept his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Jiang Yan sneered and went out with Zhu Zhen.

"I'm down there 401, you can call if something happens."

The two stood by the window at the end of the corridor, and Zhu Zhen didn't ask him what happened, but first made his position clear, and then reminded him, "It's better not to fight at school, get out and beat him." ”

The punishment for college fights is very serious and unnecessary.

Jiang Yan looked at him and smiled, this is really an inappropriate analogy, the dog that bites people does not bark.

I watched the honest nerd at school before, and when I really started to move, it was estimated that three or four of them couldn't get close to him.

For ordinary classmates, Zhu Zhen just disdains to care. But now that he has entered the university, everyone is considered an adult, and if he doesn't clean his mouth or find fault or something, then don't blame him for being polite.

There are four of them from Beijing University, and none of them can be bullied.

Yu Hang mentioned to Jiang Yan that Zhu Zhen's grandfather and father are both old criminal policemen and have real kung fu. Looking at Zhu Zhen like this, he should have practiced since he was a child.

The two stood by the window and talked again, then went back to their dormitories.

When Jiang Yan returned to the dormitory, Liu Wenhu had already gone to bed and lay down.

He glanced faintly at his bed, went into the toilet to urinate, and then came out to go to bed.

Tian Xiaohui, who had already gone to bed and was lying motionless, saw this, and hurriedly said, "I'll turn off the lights." ”

Then he stretched out his hand and turned off the dormitory lights with a snap.

In the dark, Liu Wenhu opened his eyes, and his behavior just now seemed impulsive, but it was actually a kind of temptation for him to Jiang Yan.

He wanted to see where Jiang Yan's bottom limit was, or was it possible that he would not be able to use it?

It's a pity.

Jiang Yan was even more difficult to mess with than he expected, not only that, but he actually had a buddy who was also difficult to mess with at school.

He didn't see if Zhu Zhen had kung fu, but he knew that his temper was very bad at a glance on that black face, and maybe he was a habitual fighter in high school.

Alas.

Liu Wenhu let out a long sigh in his heart, feeling that he died before he left school, he thought that he had been mixed with society for two years, and he was not a proper boss in the dormitory class when he entered the university, but what was the result?

It was only a small dormitory for four people, and he almost got beaten on the first night!

There is no boss who no one dares to mess with when he repeats high school.

Song Jiawen woke up before six o'clock the next morning, she opened her eyes and listened to the breathing of her roommates in the dormitory, and began to look at the ceiling above her head in a daze.

After about half an hour, she couldn't lie down.

Get up lightly, go to the bathroom and wash up.

After coming out, in order not to disturb others, Song Jiawen sat at her desk and began to paint quietly.

At about half-past seven, footsteps began to sound in the hallway outside.

Building 4 is a dormitory for freshmen, because yesterday was the first day of registration, and the students have not yet arrived, so the dormitory is not full at present.

In addition, most of us were tired from a long journey yesterday, and we were able to wake up at seven o'clock, basically because we haven't adapted to the new environment. And people like Song Jiawen woke up before six o'clock, because they didn't sleep well and didn't adapt to the new environment, and the two reasons were superimposed.

Liang Yujun opened his eyes and saw a vague figure sitting at the table, with his back straight, his head bowed, and he was gesturing with something in his right hand.

She felt her glasses and put them on, and then she saw that it was Song Jiawen.

At this time, the corridor outside was gradually becoming a little noisy, and Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali muttered and turned over.

Liang Yujun climbed down from the bed and walked to Song Jiawen's side only to see that she was drawing with a brush.

"Do you know how to paint?"

Liang Yujun pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the pomegranate tree painted by Song Jiawen, and said in surprise, "The painting is really good, have you studied it professionally?" ”

Although she doesn't know how to paint Chinese paintings, because her grandfather likes to read French paintings, her family has collected a lot, and if she has seen more, she will naturally understand a little.

"When I was a child, I learned from my grandfather, and later I also had a teacher to guide me, so I know a little."

Liang Yujun felt that she was modest, "You don't know how to do this, obviously your painting skills are very strong, just your painting, we have to sell it for at least 10,000 yuan." ”

Song Jiawen's eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth to ask Liang Yujun, can you take it to you and sell it to me?

Fortunately, when the words came to his lips, he stopped the car urgently and changed it to: "I want to sell it, I don't know if anyone here will buy it." ”

Liang Yujun said with a smile, "If you want to know if anyone buys it, it's not simple, just go to the Academy of Fine Arts and ask?" Yesterday, my dad went to the Academy of Fine Arts of Beijing University, and said that there are a lot of treasured Chinese paintings in the gallery there, and of course the ones on display are definitely not for sale, but there are also many students in the Academy of Fine Arts who are selling paintings, which is not unusual.

Would you like to check it out? I'll be with you. ”

(End of chapter)