MTL - The Daily Life of Being the Campus Idol’s Fake Boyfriend-Chapter 7 00 one dormitory

007. A dormitory

Summer vacation has passed by, September.

Ling can go to the university and get the dormitory map and keys at the new student registration office.

A passionate school sister insisted on taking him to the dormitory, but he saved himself.

The bustling roads are all new students who come to the school to report.

Just getting rid of the shackles of the college entrance examination, these 18-year-old young people are full of vigor and look around their necks, like a bird that only flies in the new world.

"Hey, this year we are blessed with the news department. I have two super handsome guys..." The school sister was excited on the road.

"Hmm?" Ling can be wondering, two? I am also one?

"I came here one time before you," said the sister, who took a hand to Ling Ke. "That's higher than you, wow, that looks, it's almost! There are a few girls in the welcome, now Didn't return blood!"

Ling Ke was amused by the humorous words of the school sister, which is too exaggerated?

"You are also very handsome. If you come before him, they are estimated to be you," Xuejie said with a sigh. "So, ah, it’s really not the time to come. Everyone has just received a wave. Impact, aesthetic function has temporarily expired."

Ling can listen to the school sister, so I can't help but wonder how handsome the person who came before.

He is gay, and he is very interested in all the good-looking same-sex. This kind of interest is like a straight man who can't help but hear the shock.

"But it's alright," Sister Slightly glanced at him, laughing and laughing. "I don't like his type very much. I like your ‘style'.”

Ling can listen to the other person saying this, and he doesn't tweak. Instead, he thinks that the school sister is very interesting. He pointed to himself and asked: "Which style do I have?"

Xuejie straightforward: "Pure is not a type."

Ling can almost spray it out...

"So, what about another person?" he asked.

Sister's face screamed: "Fairy 贱 贱!"

"Hey..." Ling still couldn't hold back the spray, "Demon, glamorous?"

It is hard for him to imagine this adjective used in a boy... demon? Oh, if so, he doesn't seem to like it either.

"His eyes!" Sister Xue pointed out that his eyes were stretched and pulled against his eyes. He explained, "It will discharge! Nourishment!!" The sister-in-law has pulled two more for Ling Ke, trying to show another one. The charm of people, "Discharge! Do you understand?"

Ling can draw a mouthful of mouth, always feel that there are two brilliant lights in the eyes of the school sister... too, too much picture.

Xuejie always sent him to the dormitory downstairs, and finally smirked to go to Lingke's WeChat contact information.

Ling Ke is embarrassed to refuse, thinking, coming out to mix, it really is to return.

He was assigned to the dormitory No. 412 in the No. 18 dormitory building. He went upstairs and found the corresponding room. The door was hidden. When he had not entered, he heard a burst of laughter and voice.

"...Wow, such a small bed, can you sleep well? You can lie on your feet and stand on the head of another person? Lying in the trough, if you can live in this place for a month, my Shen Yuezhe and your surname !"

"Fuck! Who the **** wants you to be with my surname, neuropathy!" The snoring sounded with a smile and was very sweet.

"Bet no gambling? Who loses who is a dog!"

"Gambling your sister..."

Then there was another laugh.

Ling can push the door.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The two people in the dormitory turned to look at Ling Ke, and Ling Ke also looked at them... one of them.

...oh...

...... 戚 maple...

......! ! ! ! ......

"Hey, your new roommate is here," but the boy on the edge of the maple tree took the lead to react. He used his elbow to raise the arm of the top maple, reminding him, "Say hello."

戚 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔 怔

"I am," the boy also extended his finger between himself and Yan Feng, revealing a white tooth: "His friend, Shen Yuezhe, is not your school."

Ling Kee didn't know how to react. Looking at the close-up of Feng Feng, his whole person was almost scared!

new student?

New roommate?

Demon, enchanting goods?

......

Xiao thought for a few years, people who can only see in the Q`Q space and circle of friends, so live in front of themselves, Ling did not have the feeling of falling in the sky, but there is a kind of discus Look at the feeling of Venus.

His brain was blank, and his heart flashed tens of thousands of "slots" in just a few seconds. Then... he looked at Feng Feng calmly and said, "Oh."

Then he numbly found an empty cabinet and put the suitcase down, turned and left.

Shen Yuezhe stared blankly at Ling Ke’s direction and sighed: “Wow, your room is friendly and cool, just a ‘oh’ word!”

Yan Feng: "..."

Yes, the first time I met, this attitude, how many years have he not met? Or it can be said that it has hardly been encountered.

"But it's really so cold," Shen Yuezhe touched his chin and continued to fill the knife. "It won't be that you look so handsome, so the same **** is repelled?"

Yan Feng smashed his foot: "You are bothering? You can roll it!"

Shen Yuezhe: "Hey, I will come to you in the early morning to report, you have no conscience!"

Ling Ke didn't know what he was doing, but he knew that if he stayed in the dormitory for another second, he might not be able to scream "ah" and then ignite and explode.

In the third year of high school, there were countless reviews of the night, Ling Ke also had fantasies. If I was admitted to F, is it possible to meet with Feng Feng in college, even if I just look at it from afar, it is quite good.

But he never imagined that Yan Feng really took the F big, and he took the same test of the journalism department, and also fucking... to a dormitory!

I used to look at each other's photos before I could send them to them. I couldn’t see them later, but I could hear the other’s voice...

Ah! Fuck!

God is paying attention to him or playing with him! ?

Ling Ke hugged his head and hurriedly took a deep breath, as if he had been hit by tons of crit.

After walking around the campus for an hour, Ling Ke calmed down a little and accepted the reality of being a roommate with Yan Feng.

Otherwise what else can he do?

The soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, if the sky is going to die, I have nowhere to hide.

Let's accept it... Ling Ke.

After returning to the dormitory, Ling Keshun led the quilt upstairs at the house management. This time the 412 room door was closed and there was no movement inside.

Ling could open the door cautiously, no one was there, he took a sigh of relief.

It was just confusing, he did not find it. In fact, a bed layout was placed on the wall at the entrance, corresponding to each person's name.

The F undergraduate dormitory is a quadruple room, going to bed, each dormitory has a common hand shower, and a small balcony.

Qifeng is the No. 1 bed, the entrance is on the right hand side of the bathroom, Ling is the No. 3 bed, and the same side is on the balcony.

Symmetrical left and right, the cabinets of the two are placed on both sides, and the desks are seamlessly connected.

Ling can use the hand to measure the width of the desk, only one meter, which means that he and Zhang Feng stayed at the same table most of the time in the dormitory.

The bed above is also connected end to end, and the stairs for climbing the bed are the same.

... This is very embarrassing, usually go to bed and get out of the ladder.

Ling can not understand, the big master of Yan Feng, why come to live in a student dormitory with such a poor condition?

He climbed into the bed at the fastest speed and laid the quilt. He took a glance at the clinic and the bed on the maple leaf was still empty.

I thought that every day I could see the appearance of Feng Feng falling asleep and getting up, Ling couldn’t help but hold his head again, and “噗通” snorted in the newly laid bed...

"Hey," the door opened. "Hey? You are back." The sound of Feng Feng sounded.

Ling can quickly climb up, pressing the heart of the jump, the expressionless underground bed.

"That, I just sent my friend to go," Yan Feng explained to himself, while lifting the plastic bag on his hand, said, "Buy some drinks, drink?"

As he said, he took the initiative to take a bottle of pulsation from the bag and handed it to Ling Ke.

Ling Ke did not accept it, and said "thank you" low.

Yan Feng smiled and seemed to relax a little. She leaned on the side of the desk and opened a bottle.

Ling could hear the sound and couldn't help but look at him with a slight look. He saw the other side's neck rising. The throat was swaying up and down with an swallow. An arm was arbitrarily supported on the desk. The slender fingers twitched slightly. On the side is a pair of straight long legs...

At this glance, Ling Ke looked, hard, and.

He immediately turned around and squatted down to start sorting out his own baggage, and he couldn’t even lean in the direction of Yufeng!

"The weather is really hot." Yan Feng drank half a bottle in one breath and asked Ling Ke casually. "Are you local?"

Ling Ke was sent to the brain of the numbness to receive the signal slowly. After three seconds, he gave a word to Feng Feng: "... um."

Yan Feng: "..."

Ling Ke: "..." Good fucking!

Just then, a sudden burst of "here, here" at the door, followed by a group of people.

Yan Feng and Ling can be stupid in the same place, stunned to see the old and young.

This should be a family, a middle-aged couple, a spirited 70-year-old man, who took the lead in the young man wearing the One Piece T-shirt, it is estimated that this guy is the protagonist.

尴尬 buffered the 尴尬, Ling can feel innocent.

The woman in the middle-aged couple first reacted and enthusiastically gathered up: "You are all in this dormitory? This is my son Dabao!"

The young man blushes and is impatient: "Mom, don't call me a nickname in front of my classmates!"

The woman quickly changed her mind: "My son Xie Qibao, huh, huh, you are classmates in the future..."

The young man named Xie Qibao interrupted his mother and said, "Mom, I will introduce myself!"

Ling can't help but want to laugh, Xie Qibao? Deflating bag? How can someone give this name to his son?

Yan Feng was laughing directly, but he smiled very naturally. He also reached out and shook hands with Xie Qibao. He said, "Hello, welcome, my name is Feng Feng..." He turned his head and went to see Ling Ke, asking. "Oh, what's your name?"

After hearing this long-lost question, Ling Ke suddenly became a bit embarrassed, and the memory screamed back to the primary school graduation summer school and junior high school second-year TV station election...

The same person, the same problem.

Looking at the eyes of Yan Feng, he clearly stated his name: "My name is Ling Ke."