Jiang Jian glanced at Song Xuan in embarrassment: "This is not very easy to do......"

Sensing his gaze, Song Xuan's lightly lowered eyes trembled, and when 'Jiang Tang' spoke, another voice sounded in his ears at the same time.

"Gee, it looks like my sacrifice isn't very popular."

With a hint of ridicule and vicious schadenfreude, Song Xuan lifted his eyes and glanced at the gentle young man, catching the familiar malice in the other party's dark eyes hidden behind the lenses.

…… Immature.

Song Xuan snorted lightly in his heart and lowered his eyes again.

He was already familiar with the situation, and he would no longer feel negative about it, let alone feel embarrassed or angry.

In the midst of the noise, the thirty-five students in the class had quickly divided the dormitories and beds, leaving Song Xuan alone to stand in the living room with his luggage, and not far away stood the same young man with glasses who had not moved.

The students were talking and laughing and carrying their luggage to the dormitory, and when there was no one in the living room, Song Xuan moved.

He dragged his suitcase, and the target seemed to be the couch in the living room.

The boy seemed to have become accustomed to such things, and there was no complaint or reluctance, and there was not even a little expression on his face.

However, he had barely taken two steps before a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"If you don't mind, you can share a room with me." There was a little worry in the warm voice, "Although the single room only has one bed, it is relatively spacious and can be used for bunks. ”

Song Xuan: "......"

If you sleep in the same room, you might as well sleep on the sofa.

Song Xuan wanted to refuse, but Jiang Yu had already walked up to him and looked at him gently: "It doesn't matter if the bed is not enough, the association has prepared a spare mattress, and it is more comfortable to lay on the floor than for you to sleep on the sofa." ”

Song Xuan wanted to refuse, but he knew that the Phi Phi Evil Spirit in front of him would not let him refuse.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Song Xuan looked away, and after whispering 'yes', he dragged the box and prepared to walk to the only single room.

Jiang Wei pointed to his box: "Do me a favor?" ”

Song Xuan's footsteps were paused again, and he reached out and pulled the young man's large suitcase.

After Song Xuan entered the room, a head suddenly poked out from one of the five-person rooms next to him, it was Song Siran: "Brother Jiang, I advise you not to sleep in the same room with him." ”

Jiang Jin showed appropriate doubts: "Why?" ”

Song Siran was asked.

Song Xuan is now a sacrifice of evil spirits, and he is in a room with Song Xuan at night, if the evil spirits suddenly want to visit the sacrifice at night like the last time, or send a little ghost to take the sacrifice to the ghost world, 'Jiang Tang' may find something.

But it is impossible for Song Siran to tell 'Jiang Tang' about this matter directly, this is a secret of the Song family, and no one can say it.

Song Siran thought about it, and could only say vaguely: "Song Xuan doesn't sleep well, he will sleepwalk at night, and you may not sleep well in a room with him." ”

"Sleepwalking?" Jiang Jian pushed his glasses, his expression was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down, "Then you can't let Song Xuan sleep on the sofa, he may be even more unsafe alone." ”

Song Siran: "......"

He couldn't persuade this persistent and kind-hearted senior, so he pouted and said, "Whatever you want." ”

Song Siran pondered in his heart, the evil spirit was not happy to be discovered by others, and if he found that there were other people around Song Xuan, he would definitely find a way to avoid it, so he didn't have to worry about it.

What's more, the evil spirit hasn't summoned Song Xuan for half a month, so maybe he's tired of this sacrifice.

Everyone's door hadn't been closed yet, and Song Xuan, who had just walked into the single room, naturally heard the conversation between the two.

He glanced at the back of the young man in the living room, and sneered in his heart, 'I can really pretend'.

If Song Siran knew that the person he persuaded was actually the evil spirit he had in mind...... Song Xuan still wants to know what kind of expression he will show, it will definitely be interesting.

It's a pity, Song Xuan said in his heart.

After sending Song Siran away, Jiang Jian turned around and walked into his and Song Xuan's room.

Song Xuan's actions to clean up the room were very quick, and in the short moment when Jiang Yu and Song Siran were talking, he had already found a spare futon from the cabinet in the room and laid the floor in the open space of the room.

The space of a single room is actually not large, but because there is only one bed, the visual effect looks a little more empty than that of a five-person room.

One side of Song Xuan's floor was already close to the wall, but the other side was only less than half an arm's width from the single bed.

After Jiang Jin entered the door, he raised his eyebrows and asked the busy young man who was squatting on the ground: "I heard that classmate Song sleepwalks at night?" ”

The boy paused and glanced back at him, his pure black eyes as if to say, 'What do you think is sleepwalking'.

Of course, Jiang Jian knew what Song Siran was talking about 'sleepwalking', but he just wanted to tease Song Xuan.

"Well, I haven't met anyone who sleepwalks." Jiang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you let me see what sleepwalking is like tonight." ”

Song Xuan said lightly: "You have already seen it, I have already sleepwalked in front of you twice." ”

Jiang Jin knew what he meant by 'twice', and he was immediately happy.

He closed the door and sat down unceremoniously on the bed.

Obviously, he didn't say anything, but Jiang Yu had already informed Song Xuan with his actions that the bed couldn't be his, and he could only sleep on the floor.

Song Xuan is very self-aware of this.

It was not early at this time, they had been delayed on the road for too long, and it was already faintly dark outside.

Although most of the students were not afraid, Jiang Jin still ordered that the inspection activities would officially start tomorrow, and no one was allowed to sneak to the small village at the foot of the mountain without permission tonight.

The crowd gave up.

The association prepared enough ingredients and instant food in the house, and when it was time for dinner, the kitchen occupied by those who could cook, and the living room and dining room were suddenly filled with the aroma of food.

Jiang Jin didn't stay in the room to disturb Song Xuan, but sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the book and reading it very fascinated.

[The power system of this world is quite interesting. Jiang Jin said.

He seems to be reading a book, but he is actually using 233's intranet to find out the information of this world.

233 said: [The power system of each world is different, and even parallel worlds of the same world will have subtle differences. 】

During the conversation, someone poked his head out of the restaurant and asked, "Brother Jiang!" We've made dinner, would you like to come and eat together? ”

Jiang Jian looked up from the book, smiled gently at the man and said, "No need, you can eat first." ”

"Really, don't you need to?" The man didn't give up, "My craftsmanship is good, I will definitely regret it if I don't eat it!" ”

Jiang Jian shook his head, raised his hand and shook the book in his hand, signaling that he wanted to finish reading the book first.

The man muttered 'all right,' and gave up on persuasion.

After everyone had eaten and drunk enough to return to their respective dormitories, the door of the single room, which had been closed, was pushed open.

Song Xuan walked into the kitchen, picked a clean pot and began to cook noodles.

The Song family naturally didn't want to prepare dry food for him to travel, Song Xuan could only do it himself, and he had come over like this in the past inspection activities.

Jiang Jian closed the book and looked at the busy back of the young man with his cheeks raised.

A moment later, Song Xuan sat down at the empty dining table with a bowl of noodles, and when he was about to start, a hand suddenly took the chopsticks from his hand, and the bowl of noodles in front of him was also taken away.

"This bowl is mine." Wen Run's young man smiled, his eyes under the lenses were slightly crooked, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your loving dinner." ”