The lazy cat master's secrets were revealed, and the male protagonist was thinking about him

"Brother Zhou, get up, get up, don't sleep any more." A loud male voice came into my ears.

Zhou Zhou turned over and covered his ears with his hands, looking like a man who dared not to get close to him.

Seeing Zhou Zhou lying in bed, Qu Minghui turned his head to look towards the bathroom and shouted, "Hanghang, do you have classes later?"

Chen Qihang was brushing his teeth in front of the sink under a mushroom cloud of an explosion, and he responded vaguely with his eyes half closed.

"Tsk, is there class or not?"

"without……"

"Oh, fine then. Lin Sheng and I will go to class first. You guys can do whatever you want."

The footsteps gradually faded away and the dormitory fell into silence.

After Chen Qihang finished washing up, he slowly walked to Zhou Zhou's bedside and stared at the back of his head with a sullen face.

He lied just now. Class A1 actually has a class, and it is a class taught by the old professor Fang Zhi.

It is said that Fang Zhiwei hated students who did not follow the rules the most. If anyone dared to be absent without reason, he would not give any credits.

Chen Qihang raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a sinister smile, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, the hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled by someone.

His whole body stiffened, he looked back, and his eyes met those eyes with a sarcastic smile.

Zhou Zhou let go of his hand, got up from the bed, looked down at him, and asked with a smile: "You are so capable that you lie to me?"

He woke up when Qu Minghui called him, but his head was still a little dizzy and he couldn't quite remember.

I could only stay in bed, thinking about what happened last night when I was drunk.

There was no one else in the dormitory at this time, so Chen Qihang stopped pretending and asked with a gloomy face, "How do you know I'm the God of Death?"

"I not only know that you are a killing god, I also know that you bought a laptop for Su Wanxing." Zhou Zhou stood up and walked to the bathroom with lazy steps, not forgetting to say this lightly.

Chen Qihang's eyes instantly turned red, and he stood still with his fists clenched. Then he walked behind him and asked, "Are you Black Spider?"

"Puchi, hahaha!" Zhou Zhou was brushing his teeth, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that bubbles came out of his mouth.

"That's quite a thought. If I say I'm Spider-Man, do you believe me?"

"Then who are you? Why do you know my secret?!"

"In fact, I am the eighth generation heir of a fortune-telling family. In your previous life, you were Su Wanxing's licker, but you couldn't get her love, and in the end you were chopped into a human pig and thrown on the street to beg."

"So? You are going to save me from danger in this life?" Chen Qihang had a blank expression on his face, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He obviously didn't believe the nonsense he said.

Zhou Zhou spat out a mouthful of water, raised his eyes to look at Chen Qihang in the mirror, and said seriously: "Yeah, not only will I save you, I will also introduce you to a beautiful foreign girl."

Chen Qihang's face suddenly twisted, and he shouted angrily: "Hey, stop talking nonsense here! Who the hell are you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his collar was pulled up. Looking at Zhou Zhou who seemed to be smiling, he felt a surge of fear in his heart.

Zhou Zhou pulled the corner of his mouth, and his voice became much lighter, "Brother Zhou can coax you when he is happy, but that doesn't mean you can yell in front of me."

"Since I've caught you by the hair, you should keep your tail between your legs and behave yourself. Don't rush to lick other people's toes. Su Wanxing, don't even think about it. How can I allow someone like you to defile my goddess?"

"You are so small, yet you dare to yell in front of me? I will beat you to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly loosened his hand and rubbed his forehead listlessly.

The feeling of a hangover is really uncomfortable. A glass of foreign liquor made him lose his memory. It's really outrageous.

This was a heavy blow to the dandy young man who loved drinking and going to bars.

Chen Qihang was threatened and intimidated. He stared at him with red eyes, and regretted that he only had skills but no martial arts ability, otherwise he would definitely beat this arrogant Young Master Zhou to the ground.

These second-generation rich people are so disgusting!

"Hey, don't cry in front of me. You're not a woman and you can't move me." Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes, walked around to the bed, picked up the dark backpack and slung it over his shoulder, his tone nonchalant and asking for a beating.

"Let's go, no more classes?"

He resumed his lazy posture, patted Chen Qihang on the shoulder, and walked out of the dormitory in flip-flops.

Chen Qihang stood there for more than ten seconds before he sighed deeply.

Under the tyranny of Young Master Zhou, he didn't know if he could endure for three years.

Or, apply to the class teacher to change the dormitory?

He thought this method was feasible, so he quickly picked up his bulging backpack and walked out of the dormitory quickly.

One second before the bell rang, Zhou Zhou stepped into the classroom.

The old professor Fang Zhi turned his head to look at the two people at the door and scolded in a deep voice: "From now on, everyone must arrive in the classroom five minutes early for my class, otherwise, don't come to the class later!"

Chen Qihang lowered his head and responded.

Zhou Zhou raised his chin slightly, glanced at him casually, and walked to his seat and sat down.

Fang Zhi frowned, his eyes fixed on him, his voice filled with obvious anger, "What's your name?"

"Zhou Xiaozhou"

He said perfunctorily, then put force on his feet, leaned the back of his chair against the wall, closed his eyes slightly, and looked drowsy.

"Zhou Xiaozhou, right? I'll remember you. Don't let me catch you."

"Why are you the same as Lao Qu? Am I a delicious bun or something that you keep holding on to me." He opened his eyelids, looked directly at the old professor on the podium, and questioned him bluntly.

Suddenly, a tense atmosphere arose in the classroom.

Mu Xinyao turned her head and looked at Zhou Zhou lovingly, thinking that he was indeed the man she liked, so wild and arrogant!

Su Wanxing looked back with a slightly worried look on his face. He still had to rely on Zhou Zhou to fall into the arms of the man he truly loved, and he couldn't be kicked out of Class A1.

Fang Zhi opened the textbook and started teaching without answering his question.

Zhou Zhou was bored, so he put down his chair, went to his deskmate and asked, "How did I get back home last night?"

Chen Qihang gave him a meaningful look, curled his lips and said, "You were being held horizontally in the arms of a tall man as you walked out of the bathroom, and I just happened to see you."

Zhou Zhou: …

"You keep saying you're homophobic..."

He didn't finish his words, but Zhou Zhou naturally knew what he wanted to say.

Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not gay!"

Chen Qihang picked up a book to cover his mouth to prevent Fang Zhi from seeing him, and whispered, "I told that man that you were my roommate, and he was going to let you go. But you hugged him tightly by the neck and kept mumbling to me to get out."

Zhou Zhou's face darkened instantly, with little flames rolling in his eyes. He lowered his voice and shouted, "If you dare to tell a lie, I will immediately expose your perverted identity."

"I told the truth. In the end, it was the man who sent us back. You sat on his lap and hugged his waist like an octopus. Luckily, there were no traffic police at night, otherwise you would have been caught."

"..."

Do you understand the feeling of having a pile of feces held in for thousands of years but not being able to defecate?

Zhou Zhou had a gloomy face the whole day, and no matter how severely he tortured Chen Qihang, he refused to change his words.

Until the end, this matter, whether true or false, remained in his heart, like a fishbone, occasionally popping out to prick him.