Security and dormitory management

06

Room 301 has become a serious problem for Song Le, even washing the toilet with a toothbrush can't alleviate his inner hatred.This day Song Le went in and was slippery all over the floor, the whole dormitory was filled with the smell of old godmother, the spicy smell was so strong that Song Le almost vomited, and half of his clothes and pants were stained with color.He took off his shoes, went back to his place and took the vinegar, his heart was burning with pain, his hand holding the mop was trembling, he was extremely angry, but there was still nothing he could do.

This time, as soon as the cleaning was done, Song Le dropped the mop and went to the cafeteria without changing his clothes.

When he looked at every student now, he felt that their faces were hideous, but as a grown man, he couldn't restrain the grievance that came to him.He thought, at worst, I quit.After a while, he thought, where to find a place with all-inclusive accommodation, water and electricity bills, weekends and weekends...

His mouth was so dry and uncomfortable, Song Le raised his hand and tore off the skin of his mouth. He kept licking his lips to taste the rusty smell, as if he knew the taste by eating the marrow. In fact, it was the same as self-torture.

No one came forward to talk to him, and his feet were sore at noon, but he suddenly realized in the midst of the noise—fuck him, when he resigns, find a place to beat them up, anyway, the school will be dead I can't blame him, who is afraid of whom.

Song Le, who was dressed in colorful clothes, relaxed again contentedly. At this time, not only his feet were sore, but his waist, arms, and back were all sore, and every place scratched his touch just right.

So that bit of relaxation became insignificant, not enough to revive him. For the first time, he felt that he needed more, so he went to his colleagues with a black face and asked if he could go first.

On the way to the duty room, he couldn't help but touch the oil stains on his clothes with his fingers, spread them, and draw a few lines.My heart also itch.

What a lack of love!Song Lefan suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly fled back to the cafeteria, and teased a colleague who was molesting a female classmate.

"Didn't you leave earlier?"

Song Le pointed to the bright red on his body, and looked at the other party solemnly, serious and serious, not much better than before.He waited for a long time, but his mind was wandering, he didn't know which cloud was spinning and jumping, his ears were buzzing, and he heard his colleague ask: "Hey, who are you trying to scare to death with this expression?"

The colleague looked him up and down hesitantly, as if hesitating whether to care about him.However, some things are like this. If you selectively ignore them at the beginning, there is no room for you to speak later.

So the colleague was embarrassed, and Song Le was melancholy. He smoothed things over and said, "I forgot to say thank you just now."

This is really nonsense, but both of them felt relieved, one mocked the other for pretending to be something, and the other said that I just pretended to be nothing.After the hurried conversation, Song Le went back to the dormitory to change clothes, threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, and sprinkled Libai.

He started to cook, but when he moved the cutting board, a pile of red flowered Grandpa Mao fell out.It's not free to eat and drink. Song Le touched his favorite money and smelled the stench of copper in his hands. It can be said that his heart was full of joy. Why did he have a hard time with money?

He caught the fish he raised a few days ago, and the fish was bouncing in his palm, which made Song Le suddenly realize his own philosophy of life, life is like a fish being held.Only he himself understands this truth.

So, when the meal was over, the washing machine outside the door dinged at the right time, Song Le was busy washing the dishes and asked Shen Buyu to help.

The clothes that were so dirty at first are still not much better now. Song Le, an illiterate, obviously believed too much in the slogan "There are Tide stains, no stains". He asked in surprise: "Are you sure my clothes have been washed?" ?"

A rough guy like him never bothered to do his own laundry.

Should come or come, Song Le felt that this was predestined, he should find some comfort in front of Shen Buyu.