suppress his susceptibility period

Chapter 60 Is Punishment You Don't Love Me Anymore

Jiang Juan rushed back to school early the next morning.

I thought I was going to spend another lonely and cold Sunday, but I didn't expect that before noon, Song Yang, Xu Yun, Jia Chiwei and the others rushed to the school one by one.

Although it was just changing from doing homework alone to a group of people doing homework together, Jiang Lu still felt happy.

I just like to be lively and lively, and I feel happy when I have someone by my side.

It would be even more perfect if the dearest and dearest roommate is also there.

A group of people babbled and hurriedly finished a stack of test papers, and the cobblers hit it off, the pain was temporarily declared over, and the time for happy games was announced.

Jiang Wang was thinking about Shen Xiuran, and while playing, he kept sending messages like a clingy man, asking him when he will return to school, has he left, where has he been, why he hasn't arrived yet, is there a traffic jam on the road...

As far as Shen Xiuran was not bothered, he patiently asked and answered each sentence, if it were someone else, he would probably have thrown the phrase "Fuck off, idiot" long ago.

Winning absent-mindedly, the succession of victories failed to cheer him up, and the phrase "here" in WeChat quickly injected his soul.

I got up from the ground and threw down the sentence "wait for me for 2 minutes" and ran out of the dormitory. When I came back, one person became two people, and I finally looked forward to my dear roommate.

"This is very simple, much simpler than fighting the landlord."

Jiang Juan actively explained to Shen Xiuran how to play: "It is to throw the dice to compare the size, choose the larger or smaller ratio at will, the loser will be marked on the face by the winner, and the person who is drawn the most will post a selfie. Circle of friends."

Pointing to his own face, he was a little proud: "Do you see it, there is no ink scar, the sign of the winner." After holding and stepping on it, he pointed to Song Yang: "Look at this again, tsk tsk, the shame of the loser."

Song Yang, who had already been painted with two or three crosses on his cheeks, had a stinky face and didn't want to speak.

"Is not it simple?"

After Jiang Wang finished explaining, he wanted to invite Shen Xiuran to play with him, but thinking about the training of Fighting the Landlord last time, he felt that it would be safer to demonstrate it first: "Forget it, you'd better watch me play first."

Unavoidable to be suspected of bullying Song Yang, a nigger, Jiang Wang deliberately picked Chi Wei, who had never been successful in the game, as his opponent.

The quilt was brought out as a demonstration, Chi Wei was really overwhelmed.

The little dice shook resentfully, looked up at Jiang Wang who was full of energy, and couldn't help complaining: "Brother Jiang, you just fell asleep in a slump, why did you become energetic when the monitor came?" ?”

The whole team looks like a group of sleepy people who can hypnotize, and the squad leader is like a canned Red Bull who can refresh the mind.

"Can't I use my tablemate as a spiritual support? Hurry up, and it's almost time to turn off the lights."

"I want to hurry up, but I'm nervous." Chi Wei discussed with Da: "I just added Xiaoyang WeChat, and I can't post too damaging images. Brother Jiang, can you be merciful when you draw later, and draw smaller , a little more beautiful?"

Jiang Wang was polite to the fake, dragged his voice and said with a smile: "Oh, why are you so sure that I will win? What if I lose?"

The credibility of saying this kind of words from a person who has won all night without losing is really infinitely close to zero.

Chi Wei was autistic and didn't want to talk.

But the facts have proved that sometimes I really don't want to breastfeed myself casually, because maybe if I am not careful, it will become a mouthful of poisonous milk.

In this point, Jiang Huan made the best example.

Chi Wei covered the cup, and it was decided that the two were smaller than each other.

Jiang Ruo confidently lifted the cover, and by the way helped the nervous Chi Wei also lift the cover. Eighteen to eleven, the winning streak was broken, and Brother Jiang Ku announced a glorious defeat.

"..."

"..."

Chi Wei bit his finger in disbelief: "Damn, I actually won?"

Jiang Wang didn't expect that he would be polite and modest, and he would become a prophecy, and he shut himself up and didn't want to talk.

Looking at the loss, Song Yang was as excited as if he had won. He yelled and patted the table, and enthusiastically offered suggestions one by one: "Draw a turtle, just draw it on the forehead, to drive away evil spirits and avoid evil, perfect! Or draw a turtle." The tornado is going up the nose, pulling the wind, handsome!"

"Are you a dog? Where did you come up with so many crooked ideas? You wouldn't have thought it up long ago, would you?"

"Nonsense, you painted my face, why don't you allow me to take revenge?"

Chi Wei felt that Song Yang's suggestion was very practical, but he was not very good at drawing turtles, so he readily accepted planb Tornado.

Hehe smiled and took off the cap of the pen and approached it, the tip of the pen slowly approached the bridge of Jiang Lu's nose——

The latter caught sharp objects approaching with his vision, gritted his teeth and quickly closed his eyes.

I just waited for a long time before Chi Wei finished writing, and frowned in doubt: "Is it all right? Are you still drafting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of his nose was lightly tapped.

It seems that he can conduct electricity, and he will be shocked by electric shock when he touches it. It is really very light and then quickly retreats. Jiang Wang doubts whether there is any mark on it.

"What are you doing, Cai Cai?"

Jiang Lu opened his eyes and touched his nose strangely: "Can't you even draw a tornado?"

Song Yang gasped as he watched, clenched his fists and wished he could do it himself: "You have wasted a great opportunity, you don't know how to draw, you can let me give it to me, I can give you a clear picture on his face in 2 minutes Go to the river map!"

Chi Wei put down her pen like throwing a hot potato, and when she heard this, she just wanted to put a smile on Song Yang's face.

You can do it.

He was able to say such words after being stared at coldly by the protective Buddha next to Jiang Wang, and he was willing to call him Brother Song.

...Really, the chill is still coming down my spine now.

After the rules are over, the next step is actual combat drills.

Jiang Lu knew that no matter what game, no matter how big or small, there are always good luck buffs for novices, but he didn't expect to be so lucky.

In the few rounds he watched the battle, Shen Xiuran was invincible, without a single loss, he won many battles, no matter whether the decision of the big or small is in his hands, he can easily win.

Chi Wei was dumbfounded, Song Yang continued to be autistic, Xu Yunjia stared at her dice and seriously doubted life.

How could this be?

Can the good luck of a dormitory be shared equally?

Jiang Lu firmly turned his elbow in, and Shen Xiuran was super happy when he won.

There is only one thing that is not very happy, that is, Shen Xiuran did not exercise the right after winning, and whoever does not paint, in Jiang Lu's view, this is completely lonely in winning.

So after he won the victory again, under the banner of not letting him suffer, Jiang Wang volunteered to pick up the pen: "Let's assign the work, the monitor is responsible for winning, and I am in charge of painting. The two of us work together, so we won't get tired from working together." ~"

"No way!" Song Yang immediately shook his head like a rattle, firmly disagreeing: "Whoever wins will be able to draw. There is no such thing as a ghostwriter. Jiang Lu, don't try to play tricks!"

Playing with Jiang Lu is a loser, playing with Shen Xiuran is still a loss, Xu Yunjia doesn't believe this evil anymore: "Son, in this way, if you play with the squad leader, no matter whether you win or lose, I will not only draw for you, but Let you fill in what you didn't draw before."

"What does it mean whether you win or lose?" Jiang Huang asked.

Xu Yunjia: "That is, if you lose, I will draw for you. I just want to see if you will win if you put together a piece."

"Okay." Jiang Wang felt that the deal was a good deal, and said generously: "Father is satisfied with you."

Shen Xiuran has no opinion, anyway Jiang Huang's opinion is his opinion.

I don't know if there is really a special blessing of good luck, the two of us were stunned and played three draws in a row, and it was not until the fourth that we finally decided the winner with a point difference.

Shen Xiuran wins, Jiang Huang loses.

"I'm going, is it true that your dormitory's feng shui is better than ours? Can this shake out a tie? Even three rounds?!"

"I'm really envious of my real name! May I go to your dormitory to sleep in a bed before the college entrance examination? Is it good luck?"

"...Breaking the defense, it turned out to be right, and the result is still right."

Jiang Wang didn't expect that he and Shen Xiuran could be so coincidental, and he was amused: "Hey, squad leader, we were just two dice coming out of the same pot in our previous life? How could it be so predestined."

Shen Xiuran lightly fiddled with the dice, and was noncommittal to his words.

Although the final result was a loss, it didn't affect Jiang Huang's good mood: "Come here son, stretch your face over, I'll give you a Confucian temple blessing buff, I wish you a great success in the exam!"

Xu Yunjia felt terrified when he saw the posture of turning the pen, and then looked at Song Yang who had been drawn to the point of being poisoned, and regretted it on the spot: "Wait, we have to follow the order, you just now, you have to let the monitor draw first!"

"Squad leader doesn't even draw you, but can draw me? Honestly, do you just want to be a mangy dog?"

"Who wants to be a mangy dog, you don't even ask, how do you know that the monitor doesn't paint?"

"Do you need to ask? Okay, since you won't cry when you see the coffin, Dad will satisfy you."

Jiang Lu symbolically handed the pen to Shen Xiuran, and went through the motions extremely dishonestly: "Squad leader, do you draw? You don't want to draw, right? Hehe, look, the squad leader doesn't draw, so can you escape today—eh???"

Looking at the empty hands, it took less than a second for Jiang Wang to go from triumphant to unbelievable: "Isn't it monitor, you draw me?"

"Didn't you lose?"

"But they didn't draw you before they lost, so they just drew me."

"I didn't want to draw before." Shen Xiuran raised his eyelids and looked at it lightly: "I think about it now."

"..." So casual?

Jiang Wang felt annoyed at the unfair treatment he received: "Squad leader, do you not love me anymore?"

Even the look in Shen Xiuran's eyes was a bit like looking at a heartless man.

Feng Shui took turns, Xu Yunjia grinned and gloated: "Don't you like other people's whim? Do you want to be a mangy dog?"

"Who are you insulting? Real men don't play tricks."

Jiang Lu put his face close to Shen Xiuran, squinted his eyes and said harshly to Xu Yunjia: "Don't be too complacent, you won't be able to escape for a while."

"Okay, wait, hurry up."

Jiang Juan snorted, and whispered to Shen Xiuran who was approaching with a pen: "Squad leader, be more merciful, draw more handsomely, too ugly will affect Brother Jiang's handsomeness, I allow you to write a king on my forehead, but if you don't It's too much..."

The lower jaw was gently pinched, Jiang Wang was forced to raise his face, his voice became smaller and smaller, as the other face approached, the eyelids flickered faster and faster.

And heartbeat.

I don't know why, being so close to him, I feel inexplicably nervous.

I was so nervous that I didn't know what else to say at this time.

He simply pursed his lips, looked back with his big eyes open, and saw Shen Xiuran's reflection in his pupils was filled with him, but he didn't know that he was also filled with Shen Xiuran.

Whether it was holding the pen or holding his jaw, Shen Xiuran kept his movements very light.

With the excuse of punishment, his gaze wandered over Jiang Huang's face inch by inch, from the corners of his lips that were pursed straight, to the tip of his nose, to the bridge of his nose, across the center of his brows, and finally to the corners of his eyes.

"What are you nervous about?" He asked suddenly.

Jiang Lu's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and said stiffly: "Who is nervous? Anyway, it must not be me, I am not nervous at all!"

Empty shelves can't make a climate.

When Shen Xiuran lifted the broken hair on one side of his forehead, he couldn't resist and closed his eyes suddenly.

It's so strange, a weird illusion, I always feel that if I stare at it for two more seconds, Shen Xiuran is about to kiss.

It was so weird that I thought about it twice, even I thought it was a little funny.

The tactile sensation of the tip of the pen fell on the place where the temple was still up. Jiang Wang felt the arc he drew, and couldn't guess what it was. He only knew that it was very short and simple, but he left in two or three seconds.

Tentatively opening his eyes, Shen Xiuran retracted his already released jaw, and the pen was handed back into his hand again.

"Is it over?" Jiang Ruo asked in a daze.

"Well, it's over."

Jiang Lu touched the place that had been painted, blinked, and soon cheered heartlessly: "Hey, I knew you still love me."

"Come, come, show me what you drew?"

Song Yang poked his head to look, but was pushed back by the face-loving Jiang Lu, his broken hair fell down and covered most of his forehead, leaving only a thin black tail: "It's not as good-looking as you anyway, I don't want to see it." Go look yourself in the mirror."

"Why are you so stingy? It's not a baby."

"You're right, it's a treasure. Everything my deskmate draws for me is a treasure, and ordinary people won't show it."

"...you are just an ordinary person, you are so ordinary!"

Chi Wei took advantage of sitting opposite Song Yang and saw it.

Shen Xiuran didn't draw anything strange, let alone Jiang Wang's willingness to draw a "king", but wrote an "s" very simply, and it was completed in one stroke, as if he had thought about it long ago, without hesitation .

"Why did the monitor write an "s"?"

Unable to understand, curiosity and thirst for knowledge broke out at the same time, and secretly asked Xu Yunjia: "Super? Or some mysterious code?"

Xu Yunjia glanced at Shen Xiuran in an unclear manner, and then at Jiang Wang who was still complacent and foolish, and quickly withdrew his gaze, with an unknown complexity and vicissitudes in his tone: "I don't know, I don't know, don't ask me."

Jiang Huang himself was punished, clamoring for fairness, and the three of them took turns hitting "x" on the forehead before they were willing to sit down and continue playing the game. When he rolled the dice, he taught Shen Xiuran how to win by heresy magic weapon.

"When shaking, hold a dice in the other hand and see if it is there, like this, it will be easier to win."

"Squad leader, don't listen to him."

Song Yang professionally dismantled the stage: "This metaphysics is not good, it's childish. We didn't respond to it when we talked about it before. Just ignore it and leave him alone."

Shen Xiuran didn't say yes or no, but when it was his turn, he silently held a dice in his left hand, perfectly practicing Jiang Wang's winning trick.

Unable to embarrass Jiang Lu alone, Song Yang was disappointed: "Squad leader, why are you so accommodating to Jiang Lu? You play with him in such a childish way."

"What childishness, it's obviously very effective!"

"What a ghost, I used it last time and still lost!"

"Because you are too dark, if Xuan doesn't change his life, I can't help~"

Two enemies can get into trouble if they disagree.

Chi Wei felt that tonight was really a magical night, and found Hua Dian again. Even if he was rejected countless times, he still wanted to share it with Xu Yunjia.

"It's amazing, Brother Jiang is naive, and someone as cold as the squad leader will accompany him naively."

"What?"

"So I don't think the monitor is so scary anymore." He said happily: "It seems that I was thinking too much before, and the monitor looked at him like this, and he was still very close and smoky."

"..."

"I have a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not." Xu Yunjia said quietly.

"You tell me."

"I think you're thinking too much now."

"?"

Shen Xiuran's phone rang.

He glanced down at the note on the call, then got up and went to the corridor.

"Xiu Ran, have you visited your brother?" Shen Yicheng's voice came from the phone.

Shen Xiuran hummed.

The corridor was empty, there was only one person, no one was moving around, the sensor lights remained off, and it was dark.

"That's good. The hospital said that your brother will wake up before August at the latest. You should prepare yourself."

Shen Xiuran didn't answer, Shen Yicheng paused, and continued: "I will respect what you want, after your brother wakes up, it's up to you whether you want to leave or stay, but just one thing, you can't go back to that home again, I will I will give you enough money, and I will help you with schooling, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

"I see."

"Well, as long as you know."

Shen Yicheng didn't hang up the phone in a hurry, Shen Xiuran knew what he was waiting for, and twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly: "Thank you, Dad."

"No need." Shen Yicheng was finally satisfied and hung up the phone.

If an outsider heard the extremely ridiculous conversation, they would probably think that it was not Shen Yicheng's biological son at all, but just a substitute picked up from somewhere.

I don't know where Shen Yicheng's self-confidence comes from, and I feel that I will be grateful for the little charity that flows from his fingers.

The door of 305 was opened again after he came out, and bright light streamed out from inside, adding a bright color to the dark corridor.

Shen Xiuran put down the phone and turned to look.

Chi Wei received a message from Zhou Luyang not long after Shen Xiuran left the house, saying that he had something to give and asked him to go downstairs to get it.

He just wanted to go downstairs to buy something to eat, so he agreed to come down, took his mobile phone and opened the door, and as soon as he stepped out, he saw Shen Xiuran leaning against the wall.

Taking advantage of the novelty and raising his hand, he wanted to say hello, but the other party glanced over gloomyly, and directly blocked all the enthusiasm under the amygdala.

The very familiar chill down the spine came again.

Quickly and skillfully retracting his neck, Chi Wei gave a sneering smile, put away his paws and turned his head away, walking faster and faster, until he turned down the stairs and entered the blind spot of vision, he was deeply relieved.

Now I understand what Xu Yunjia's words mean.

Sure enough, he thought too much.

What relatives, what fireworks, what connivance, what easy to get along with, all co-authored by Brother Jiang alone.

Ordinary people without privileges, let's stay where we are.