The wind was blowing slowly, Lu Qinglin pulled Zhuang Wenche, and he talked all the way from the classroom to the dormitory, talking about a lot of things.

When returning to the dormitory, half of the legs that stepped in had to come out again to finish what was left unfinished, regardless of whether Zhuang Wenche listened or not.

"I'm in a good mood today." Ke Chu'an has already returned to the dormitory. He just got hot water in the basin and is ready to soak his feet.

"Have I been in a bad mood these past few days?" Zhuang Wenche smiled.

"Yeah, it's scary. I feel like He and Brother Lu have too much mental endurance. I was so scared that I cried. You didn't realize that I didn't even dare to talk to you when you returned to the dormitory some time ago."

"Soak your hooves."

After a hole is poked into the happy time, it will become better and better.

I still have to pick up the problems that have been relegated to the cold palace, I stay up late more and more, and the acne that pops up is no longer a sign of what this stress is.

"so hard."

Ke Chuan was sitting on the bed, holding a Chinese book and reciting it. The small desk lamp on the head of the bed shone a faint light, illuminating the dense Chinese book he had written.

"Can't you memorize it?" Zhuang Wenche closed the math book, took a deep breath, and sighed, "It doesn't matter, I have to memorize politics now, how about we do it together."

"Everything is difficult."

"What's going on?" Zhuang Wenche became interested. In the boring life of senior high school, fun needs to be obtained from others.

He picked up the desk lamp, threw it on the bed with his backhand, and then threw the political book on it. Finally, he climbed onto the bed twice, sat down, and looked at Ke Chuan with excitement, "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."

"Zhao Yutong is having his birthday, what should I give him?"

After hearing this, Zhuang Wenche rolled his eyes at him and said speechlessly, "I thought that Jueshi was gossiping, and that's it? I might as well be philosophical, and I can still get that high score in the test tomorrow."

"You're not short of a high score this time, help me think about it."

"I can't believe that Zhao Yutong's family, what do you think he lacks?"

This was indeed a problem. Ke Chuan lay down helplessly and continued to talk about his ancient prose. His head turned around, but he didn't think of what to give.

This unbearable recitation activity ended when the last faint light of Ke Chuan's desk lamp disappeared.

"It's over, my desk lamp is out of power." Ke Chuan instinctively pressed the switch twice, but it was of no use unless unexpectedly. "Lao Zhuang, it's half past twelve, do you still memorize it?"

No sound from the dark dormitory responded to him.

Ke Chuan called Zhuang Wenche again, and it was almost certain that he fell asleep on his back.

"Alas..." Ke Chu'an shook his head helplessly, stood up and walked towards Zhuang Wenche's bed, "How can you think there is such a kind roommate like me in the world, and why he went over to turn off the lights for you.

"

With that said, he stood up and snatched the lamp from Zhuang Wenche's arms. The next second, Lu Qinglin broke in and saw Ke Chuan lying on Zhuang Wenche's bed.

Ke Chuan: "..."

Lu Qinglin: "After all, I paid by mistake..."

"It's not what you think!"

"I understand, I'm leaving!"
Chapter completed!