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The cars on the school road were lined up and parked under the plane trees, occupying two-thirds of the road surface. Huacheng felt that it was too unkind to drive the car into the school road to block the flow of people.

On August 8st in the south, the seventh typhoon of this year just passed through. The weather was rare to sweep away the heat, showing a bit of coolness in early autumn. The unevaporated rainwater was crushed by people and cars coming and going, making it look fresh and rotten.

Hwaseong was squeezed against the side of the car several times, but his luggage was forcibly snatched by his parents, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

Another sycamore leaf fell straight onto Hwaseong's shoulder, Hwaseong brushed off the cuffs of his white shirt, and looked up at the army ahead like "dark clouds over the city".

At this moment, someone slammed into his back, and Hwaseong staggered in the small space, almost stepping on the suitcase in front of him, and in less than a second, someone grabbed his arm vigorously , he managed to stay still, he turned around, subconsciously wanting to thank him.

But the man took the first step, showing his big white teeth, and his smile was not sweet, as if he didn't want money: "It's all right, sorry, get out of the car faster!".

Hwaseong: "..."

It turned out that the instigator was the one who gave him a hand.

Hwaseong glanced at the SUV behind this person, and inside the open door, he could see a man in his 60s and [-]s in a suit and leather shoes. On the door of the car, there was a look of wanting to get off.

Hwaseong shook his head, pulled out a just right smile, and said, "It's okay, just be careful."

When chasing his parents forward, he could still hear the voice behind, probably arguing about some issues, similar to: "Uncle Chang, don't come down, I will go up by myself!"

"You go back and say that I've settled down! Okay?"

"you……"

Hwaseong is in the second year of high school this semester.

The first middle school and the second grade in city A are divided into arts and sciences, and the dormitories will be rearranged according to the division of arts and sciences. In the first year of high school, there are four-person dormitories. Because it is the last time to arrange dormitories in the second year of high school, in order to minimize the impact of dormitory conflicts on the enrollment rate, The school leaders specially arranged two rooms for the majority of senior high school students.

It's very humane, Hwaseong thought.

The dormitory is not too big. On one side is a single-layer iron frame bed. The off-white varnish is quite new. There is an aisle about one meter in the middle. On the other side is a combined desk with a wardrobe on the left and three bookshelves on the right.

During the two-month summer vacation, the empty dormitory was covered with a layer of dust, and the roommate hadn't come yet, so Hwaseong tapped the desk with his index finger, and rubbed it vigorously with his thumb a few times.

On the bed board at the back, "Hwaseong Student No. 22" was simply and rudely written in white chalk.

Hua's mother was very excited when she came. Throughout the year, her son didn't need to be taken care of very much.

She pulled out a rubber band from her pocket like a conjuring, casually tied her hair back into a ponytail, took out a towel from the plastic bucket, and walked towards the balcony.

Huacheng quickly stopped Hua's mother, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, forcibly turned her back, pushed her to sit down on the chair, and looked at her with a super aggrieved expression, bit by bit Pulled out the towel she was holding in her hand.

"I just wiped this chair, please sit down properly." Then he turned to someone standing at the door: "The gentleman standing at the door, please look after his eighteen-year-old wife."

"Oh, you and your son are learning from each other, this mouth is so sweet."

Hwaseong went out to wash towels on the balcony, sighing in his heart, his mother really didn't have the same painting style as his father and him.

"Hello, uncle and aunt! My name is Li Fan!"

Hwaseong heard this loud greeting from the balcony, and somehow felt a little familiar. Looking in from the window of the balcony, against the light, he couldn't see his face clearly, and saw a tall, long-legged black man standing upright at the door. Ying, when he walked in, he saw that there was already a pile of luggage on the ground.

"Young man, you are so handsome!" Sitting on the chair, Hua's mother praised him without hesitation at the first sentence.

The person who came didn't mind leaning against the unscrubbed desk, put his hands on it, and said with a smile: "Auntie is the most beautiful!"

Hwaseong: "..."

Hearing the sound, he looked up, and he was indeed familiar. Isn't this the big stupid guy who bumped into him just now?

Obviously flattering, but it is very suitable for someone, just look at the reaction of someone sitting there.

Hwaseong suddenly felt that the school's arrangement was not so satisfactory, at least not being able to arrange roommates according to their personality was the biggest failure. He thought in his heart that the new roommate was a rambunctious one.

"New roommate? Huh—" Father Hua stopped by the door and said, "You came here by yourself?"

The corner of Hwaseong's mouth twitched, feeling that his father was a well-deserved king of silence, not even comparable to himself, because he caught a glimpse of his new roommate from the corner of his eye, although it was fleeting.

However, the person who came here immediately restored his big smile, making Hwaseong wonder if his eyes were blurred by wiping the table, or his myopia has deepened. He only heard the person say, "You're a sophomore in high school. Now that you’re familiar with it, you’ll want to come here by yourself.”

"I'm doing well! Capable! Independent!" Mother Hua immediately lowered the decibel: "It's not like our Hwaseong, who clings to us."

Hwaseong gritted his teeth, and he didn't know who was following along regardless of everything to stop him.

"Dad, Mom, you go back first? Cuihua is going to be hungry." Hwaseong went out to the balcony and hung up the towel, and when he came back, he took out a paper towel and wiped his hands.

Cuihua is a yellow-haired Chinese pastoral dog raised in Hwaseong. It is also the little native dog of the special guardian. Shocking words.

"Oh yes, my Cuihua hasn't eaten yet."

"Then go to bed early today."

"Get along well with roommates."

"Get to know more classmates in the new class..."

Hua's mother was pushed out by Huacheng, and Hua's mother's voice disappeared in the small boys' dormitory until the stairs.

When I came back, I saw my new roommate leaning casually on the bedpost with a white towel in the direction of the door.

The summer school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School in City A is a white shirt and black trousers, which is more than a hundred times better than the sanitation worker's school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School next door.

The white shirt on the new roommate is pleasing to the eye. The rest of the style is unbuttoned, and there are slight vertical creases on the ribs, but the black trousers are not so serious. The trouser legs are rolled up to the knees, and there is a pair of The trouser legs were probably not rolled properly and fell to the calf.

The man showed his big white teeth again, and his face was bright with sunshine.

Hwaseong couldn't help turning his head to look at the sky outside. Yes, after the typhoon, although it didn't rain, the sky was cloudy.

"Hey, you are Hwaseong, right? I seem to recognize you. The teacher in our class always mentions you in class. We call you Xueba. I felt a little familiar on the road just now. I didn't have time to tell you. Look at us. If you are destined, you can bump into them wherever you go.”

Destiny is also evil!

"You're from Class 14, right? I'm from Class 13 next door. My name is Li Fan. I often play with the boys in your class, but I don't seem to have seen you very often."

Dare to be acquainted?

Huacheng walked in, opened the suitcase, took out the clothes, stepped over Li Fan's luggage that was still messy on the ground, and put them neatly on the wardrobe, with a pile of jackets and a pile of trousers: "The one in the corridor, see No surprises."

As he said so, Hwaseong actually has no impression of Li Fan at all. Hwaseong doesn't like to be lively, and doesn't like to make friends. He thinks building a friendship is very tiring, and he doesn't want others to come to him if they have something to do. He is very annoying.

Because I haven’t paid much attention to it, sometimes I can’t even remember the name of the class. I remember that the head teacher in the first year of high school wanted him to be a study committee member, but he was politely rejected. The reason for the refusal made the teacher speechless: prosopagnosia, Not conducive to posting jobs.

So, not to mention the so-and-so in the next class.

However, Hwaseong can also respond very politely to those who come to look for them actively, and maintain a friendship distance of "pull and break".

"Let's go to have supper later. The canteen opened a new supper window this year! My treat! You can go out to the commercial street, but I'm afraid it will be dark."

It's really familiar.

"No, I'm not used to eating late at night, thank you." Huacheng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at Li Fan. On the one hand, he really doesn't eat late at night, and Huacheng hasn't done anything bad about his health since he remembered it. But the first thing that came to my mind was: "I really don't want to have supper with you."

If you can jump into Hwaseong's mind, you will know that this person's mind can go around the world in a circle, so that he can choose the most appropriate sentence in that circle, and return it to you in a gentle manner.

"That's fine, I don't really want to eat today." Li Fan took the words without blushing, as if he wasn't the one who was so excited about supper just now.

Hwaseong made the bed, put the pillows on the wall, half-lyed on the bed next to it, bent one leg, put his hands on his knees, and read an extra-curricular book, but the noise next to him was too loud for him to read. Going down, he saw Li Fan wipe the bed board and desk, then jumped over and squatted on the ground to pack his luggage.

It can be seen that Li Fan usually doesn't tidy up things at home, and he probably didn't fold the neat clothes in the suitcase by himself. Hwaseong has a feeling of wanting to throw him aside, Big Brother Fan said, " I'll do this" impulse, but I held back.

In Hwaseong's life creed, there is no such thing as meddling in other people's affairs.

So he withdrew his gaze and forcibly moved to the book he just bought. Just as he was thinking about whether to take out the earphones, he felt that something was wrong, so he pulled back the hand that was already in action.

After a while, he heard Li Fan say to him: "Then let's have breakfast together tomorrow!"

Still the familiar excitement, now, I can't say that I don't eat breakfast.

Huacheng pretended to realize that the other party was talking to him for a while, and turned his head looking for the source of the sound. He saw Li Fan lying on the bed next door with his head raised.

Huacheng smiled slightly and nodded: "...OK."