little monster

02

In the next few days, Shen Che remained unrestrained as always, and didn't mention anything about the drawing paper, as if he had never received that drawing paper.

A week passed.

……

Two weeks passed.

……

Someone couldn't help it.

Shen Che was sitting on the roof of the opposite dormitory, holding binoculars in his hand, staring intently at his dormitory.

After a while, Shen Che curled his lips into a smile, but his beautiful eyes were as deep as an abyss, and there was a bone-chilling chill in the wandering room. Then, he put away his binoculars and walked back to the dormitory unhurriedly.

When he walked to the door of the dormitory, Shen Che tore off the drawing paper on the door as usual, folded it and put it in his trouser pocket.

In the evening, Shen Che brought a toolbox to the training ground under construction for the army. The night was sultry, but Shen Che took out a wrench and pliers...

The next few days were cloudy and gloomy, but this not only did not affect Shen Che's mood, but made him a little happy.

Shen Che leaned against the window sill, one leg was casually hanging down, the other half-bent knee stepped on the edge of the platform, one hand rested loosely on the knee, a lighted cigarette was held between the index finger and middle finger, and the other Hands stretch out the window to catch the raindrops dripping from the eaves with the palm.

After a long time, a circle of smoke was exhaled from his mouth. Shen Che raised his black eyebrows, his eyes moved, and his tightly locked brows gradually relaxed.

Another week has passed.

Except that Shen Che went to the training ground that night, everything else was as usual, and the matter of drawing paper seemed to be a unilateral illusion of some people.

On Tuesday, Shen Che went back to the dormitory early.

Not long after, there was a slight noise of footsteps outside the door.

Shen Che stubbed out the cigarette butt, and slowly moved behind the door.

After counting ten seconds, Shen Che grabbed the doorknob and quickly opened the dormitory door.

Not bad at all, I happened to meet face-to-face with the person outside the door!

The man was holding glue in his left hand and drawing paper in his right hand, and was about to paste it on the door, but he was quite frightened by Shen Che's sudden appearance.

I saw the man's dark cheeks twitch a few times, his body trembled and he took two steps back, his voice was trembling, and it took him a long time to squeeze out four words: "Shen... Che, you... are..."

Shen Che nodded calmly, and replied: "Yes, I am here."

Afterwards, Shen Che stretched out his index finger and gently hooked the boxing glove hanging on the wall not far away, and said, "Old rules."

Anyone who has ever had a problem with Shen Che knows that Shen Che has an unwritten rule: either fight one-on-one, regardless of who wins or who gets hurt, and the fight is over, or you will be given time to escape, but If unfortunately caught by Shen Che, then he can play as he pleases and cannot fight back.

The solution to the problem is still so simple and rude!

But don't think that Shen Che is a simple and rude person.

You know, Shen Che would choose boxing in the heads-up, but in terms of boxing, Shen Che is an invincible fighter in the world... I think he was famous for boxing back then...

In terms of long-distance running, except for a few senior cadres in the army, there is no one else who can compete with Shen Che...

So, society, brother Che, are you so gentle and kind to be trifled with?

The man was terrified, threw the glue behind him, and ran away desperately, howling like a ghost...

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Shen Che walked slowly behind, with a beautiful smile on his pretty face, but it made people shudder, as if the devil king Satan was about to break out of the world.