I heard that if I don't pretend to be poor, I will die

Chapter 11

Who the fuck is this, this, this!

Although Yang Qi had never met the male lead, the moment he met his gaze, he was sure it was He Ziming.

The housekeeper aunt also posted the names of several roommates on the door, and among them was He Ziming's name.

No, this is too coincidental, right?There are thousands of people in the school, how can he and He Ziming be together?

Yang Qi couldn't figure it out, and it turned out that the ape dung was wonderful.

Yang Qi, who began to believe in fate, suspected that his life was controlled by the plot in the dark. Even if he didn't want to meet the hero and heroine, they would eventually meet for some reason.

Just like now.

Yang Qi wanted to take the initiative to say hello when he entered, but as soon as he entered, he kicked a plastic bucket next to him.

Immediately, the plastic barrel fell down, and the bottles and jars contained in it rolled out, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering.

The smile on Yang Qi's face froze. When he looked down, he realized that his kick was wonderful. Beckham was not as good as him.With just such a light kick, more than half of the bottles and cans inside were shattered, making them too fragile to withstand a single blow.

There are pickled vegetables and moldy tofu in glass jars, as well as bottles of chili sauce and olives.

At this time, almost all the vegetables were poured out, and the vegetable juice flowed all over the floor, mixed with glass slag. The scene was very miserable and there was no way to save it.

Oops!

Everyone was silent, Yang Qi's heart tightened, he looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on He Ziming.

Because among the three roommates, only He Ziming stared at the glass jar on the ground, it seems that he should be the owner.

Tsk, it's really a rainy night at night in the house, and there is no way to explain why people are unlucky.

He Ziming walked towards Yang Qi. He glanced at the glass jar on the ground, bent down and reached out to pick it up.

Yang Qi, who was extremely guilty, also quickly squatted down, trying to help clean up, but was slapped away by the other party: "No, I will clean up by myself."

He Ziming's indifferent and deep voice sounded, Yang Qi smiled and withdrew his hand, standing despondently aside.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Yang Qi still wanted to apologize or something, but the second-level Guo He Ziming just glanced at him and didn't speak.

I have to say that the hero is worthy of being the hero, with a strong aura.With just a light glance at him, Yang Qi felt his throat was stuck and could not speak.

He remembered a sentence in the book: "He Ziming's eyes were dark and threatening, and there was a trace of cruelty on his cold face, and blood flowed down his palm..."

At this moment, in Yang Qi's eyes, He Ziming's eyes were similar to those described in the book, with a sense of depression.

Until He Ziming finished cleaning up, Yang Qi stood by the side without daring to move.

He has a guilty conscience, and he also feels that he doesn't want to make trouble with others because of a trivial matter, especially with the male lead. He still wants to save his little life.

But He Ziming was the same as what was said in the book, very aloof.

Even though Yang Qi stood by and tried to apologize to him repeatedly, but he didn't pay attention to it. After cleaning up the debris on the ground, he sat down in his seat and put on his earphones.

Yang Qi found out that even if he apologizes now, it is useless, it seems that he has left a bad impression on He Ziming.

We all know that the first impression is very important and will affect subsequent communication.

But Yang Qi messed up, so he simply broke the jar, thinking that no one wanted to talk to him, so he kept his distance, which is also a way of self-protection!

Yang Qi praised his wit, and went to his seat to make the bed.

It was probably the first day of school, and everyone was shy when they met, so although the roommates were all under the same roof, they were all silent lambs, all autistic children, and the conversation did not exceed ten sentences.

"May I lend you a towel?"

"OK."

"I'll use the broom first."

"Row."

"Is the switch on?"

"opened."

Then there is no other conversation.

Although the few people in the dormitory did not speak, Yang Qi also found something interesting.

In the dormitory of four people, only Yang Qi and He Ziming are sophomores here, and the other two are younger brothers from the first year of high school. They have just entered high school and still have the childishness of junior high school students.

And he also saw from the personal information form brought by the dormitory auntie that, except for Yang Qi and He Ziming, who had rural household registrations, these two younger brothers both had urban household registrations.Moreover, their home addresses are close to the city center, and it seems that their family conditions are not too bad.

But the address that He Ziming filled in is interesting.

Although the place he wrote about is a small county that belongs to the city, everyone knows this place because it is a well-known national-level poverty-stricken county.

It's funny to say that their city is the city with the largest GDP in the country, but it also has the poorest county in the country. It can be seen that the gap between the rich and the poor is not so large here.

I heard that the people living there are basically farmers who have been farming for generations. They grow rice and fruits and vegetables in a few acres of land at home, and then send those pure natural and pollution-free vegetables to the city center.

They rely on God for food. If the weather is good and the harvest is good this year, they can barely maintain food and clothing this year.If there is any drought or snowstorm, and the harvest is not good, the year will be completely over. If you don't have enough food and clothing, you will be worse than a beggar in the city.

Yang Qi has a little understanding of this, because the recent news is introducing this national-level poverty-stricken county, and a special interview documentary has been published.It is said that the country is going to help the poor, so it began to focus on this place.

Yang Qi has no prejudice against this, but just sighs that He Ziming's character design is exactly the same as in the book, he was born in a rural area and his family is poor.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the "poor family" mentioned in the book was really poor, so he felt a little sympathy for him.

Then Yang Qi discovered that among his roommates, except for He Ziming who was really autistic, the other two should be easy to get along with.

One of them just answered a call from a friend or relative, and Yang Qi found that he talked a lot.Although there is a bit of dialect in his accent, it can be seen that when he speaks, he is like setting off firecrackers, beeping, and he can't stop once he speaks. He is a quasi-talker.

Just that phone call, he chatted for half an hour.From morning to night, the scenery on the road to the school is very beautiful, and there are many girls in the school, and I talked about the spicy chicken dormitory, anyway, I can talk about it.

As for the other one, he didn't call anyone else, but he watched the ghost animal video at station B for a long time with his mobile phone, laughing so hard.

Seems like an interesting soul too.

So far, the most puzzling thing is He Ziming who is silently clearing the table in the corner.

Since entering the dormitory, He Ziming hadn't made a sound except for what he said to him just now.

Yang Qi shrugged, stopped paying attention to him, and began to arrange his quilt.

To be honest, Yang Qi is such an adult, he hasn't done housework for a long, long time.But when you come to this school, you have to rely on yourself.

There is no washing machine here, and you have to wash your own clothes, shoes, and sheets by hand.The dust on the bed has to be wiped off with a rag, and the floor has to be mopped by yourself.

After Yang Qi finished the operation, he was so tired that he was close to collapse.

The rich second generation's health is not very good, next time I have to find a chance to exercise, otherwise I will be so weak that I will die if I fall ill?

Now this body is under his control, he hasn't finished enjoying the rich life of spending money, he can't die of illness!

After taking a sip of water, Yang Qi looked at the time, it was only one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and he thought about taking a nap first, he was so tired.

He lay down on the prepared bed, sighed contentedly, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

But not long after falling asleep, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his ear.

This long-lost voice was so impressive that Yang Qi woke up instantly, opened his eyes and looked around the pillow, but couldn't find the damned mosquito.

Yang Qi closed his eyes again, ready to continue lying down.

In summer, it's normal to have mosquitoes, but it's okay to have one or two once in a while.

Yang Qi's self-healing ability is still strong. After comforting himself, he closed his eyes again.

But just as he was about to fall asleep, the disappearing buzzing sound came again, this time even louder than before, very close at hand.

When Yang Qi heard this, he sat up suddenly, and when he saw it, there was a mosquito floating by his pillow.And the posture of drifting by is quite leisurely, as if playing with Yang Qi.

Wait, see if I don't take your dog's life!

Yang Qi took out a notebook from his schoolbag, took the notebook and slapped it on the wall.

"Crack!" Immediately, a smear of bright red mosquito blood appeared on the white wall.

Get it!

Yang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and could finally lie down with peace of mind.

As a result, he lay down for a few more minutes, and the familiar buzzing sound continued to come from his ears.

Yang Qi could bear cockroaches and flies, but he couldn't bear this mosquito.

Can't bear it, no need to bear it anymore!

Yang Qi finally broke out in silence, grabbed the notebook again and started beating around.

"Clap clap clap-"

There was a series of slapping sounds in the dormitory, and at the same time, there were pools of mosquito blood on the wall.

Yang Qi hated mosquitoes the most in his life, and he didn't know if it was because of the row of trash cans downstairs in the dormitory. There were so many mosquitoes here.And it was buzzing, making people upset.

Originally, he planned to take a nap, how could he sleep with mosquitoes around?

Today, he is bound to compete with mosquitoes!

Yang Qi, a small expert in mosquito swatting, had countless dead mosquitoes under his command. Even the cover of the book was covered in mosquito blood, and the pile of dead bodies on the wall was his masterpiece.

While taking pictures, he thought, damn, he will buy mosquito repellant tomorrow, otherwise he won't survive this summer.

"Snapped!"

There was a loud bang decisively, and Yang Qi slapped the notebook on the white ball with quick and precise strikes.

This should be the last dead mosquito.

Looking at the mosquito corpse, Yang Qi couldn't help showing a smug smile, and the satisfaction in his heart gradually increased.

But...he found something was wrong.

Why is this white soft?Looks like it's not a wall...

Yang Qi took a closer look, only to realize that his slap was directly on his back.

And this person is none other than He Ziming.