Tender trapping

He couldn't break his promise to Lin Yingying, but it was really difficult for Ran Xu to revise the manuscript with his hand wrapped in gauze. After much deliberation, he decided to finish it as soon as possible, after all, there was only a little finishing work left.

Just when he was trying to hold the pen with one hand up, he suddenly heard someone in the dormitory saying: "Hey, what's wrong with your hand?"

It was their professional physical education time now, and Ran Xu had his body immunized. Originally, he should be the only one left in the dormitory at this time, but Zhuo Minghui suddenly sat up from the upper bunk, which really shocked Ran Xu.

"Zhuo Minghui?" He looked up, and the pen he picked up with great difficulty fell under the table again. He bent down for a long time, and when he looked up again, Zhuo Minghui had jumped off the upper bunk and was holding onto Ran Xu's bed. Watching him from the table.

Ran Xu was stared at furiously by him: "Why didn't you go to class?"

"I got a ping-pong ball for the elective, and I don't want to go." Young Master Zhuo spoke willfully, and his eyes fell on the promotional material in front of Ran Xu, "What is this?"

"A brochure for the photography department."

"Oh." Zhuo Minghui responded, obviously not very interested, and changed the subject in a blink of an eye, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ran Xu was not sure whether the young master was in a good mood or a bad mood today, why did he talk so much?One must know that Zhuo Minghui had hardly spoken to him seriously during the half semester they were classmates... Well, maybe it was because he was not at school most of the time.

"I touched it." Ran Xu was vague.

But Zhuo Minghui refused to let go: "How did you touch it? Shouldn't it be green when you touch it? Your bag is almost like a rice dumpling, no matter how you look at it, it's not touched... um, a knife wound?" He frowned. Frowning, he looked at Ran Xu suspiciously.

Ran Xu didn't know how he saw it, the injury was indeed cut by a sharp weapon, he became nervous: "It doesn't matter what kind of injury it is, right?"

"Did you really fight with someone?!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ran Xu widened his eyes and quickly retorted.

Zhuo Minghui saw that he was in a hurry, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yo, good students are also afraid of being discovered."

Ran Xu stared at his face that was three points similar to Zhuo Wenlang's, and his brain hurt badly.

Why is there such a big difference between the two brothers?

"Hey, if you don't tell me, I'll report it to the counselor. It's a big deal to get hurt like this." Zhuo Minghui lifted his foot and was about to leave.

Ran Xu didn't even think about it, and grabbed his arm: "It's scratched by the glass, okay?"

"Glass?" Zhuo Minghui stopped, "Which glass?"

Ran Xu asked angrily: "Why do you have to ask so clearly? You didn't scratch the glass in your house."

After getting along for a while, Ran Xu found that Zhuo Minghui seemed to like to make fun of him, laughing at the childishness of the cartoon people on his clothes, or mocking him as a "rabbit eating grass" at his lunch box full of vegetarian dishes And so on... Although it is a bit annoying, it really didn't do any substantial harm.

From this point of view, Zhuo Minghui himself didn't want to be such a bully in the school legends, and with Zhuo Wenlang around, Ran Xu wasn't too afraid of him.

But it is undeniable that Zhuo Minghui is smart to some extent. He recalled the timeline of the past two days, and quickly narrowed his eyes and asked Ran Xu: "Where do you... work every weekend?"

As soon as he said this, Ran Xu was startled, and the expression on his face revealed that the injury was indeed related to part-time work. He changed his half-joking attitude with Zhuo Minghui before, and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"If you don't tell me, I'll ask someone to investigate." Zhuo Minghui squinted his eyes, obviously very unhappy, he finally thought of caring for his roommate, and just as soon as he asked, his face was hot and his ass was cold, how could Young Master Zhuo suffer? This kind of grievance?

Whether to check or not, Zhuo Minghui said otherwise, but Zhuo Minghui was obviously unforgiving and deliberately threatening.

Ran Xu was really taken aback by his words.

The matter of working at Minority cannot be disclosed, and the college has already lenient on the fact that Ran Xu often returns late from his part-time job. If they find out that he is working in an entertainment place, the scholarship for the past few years may be wasted.

Seeing that Ran Xu didn't speak, Zhuo Minghui got even more excited, leaned on the table and asked, "What's wrong? What kind of shameful place is it? Wait, Ran Xu, you are..." His expression became weird Getting up, he glanced up and down at Ran Xu, and finally his eyes rested on the boy's smooth and beautiful face.

In the early years in Hong Kong City, the family was very chaotic, and Zhuo Minghui did not rarely see such disgusting things as raising and selling buttocks.

I heard that some old perverts with sexual problems like to torture poor students who sell their butts.

Zhuo Minghui's expression changed when he looked at Ran Xu, and he paused every word: "You can't be, go out and sell it?"

Ran Xu stood up from the chair suddenly, unable to restrain his anger, he retorted sharply: "Zhuo Minghui, can you respect me?! My family is not well-off, but you can't slander me for nothing. Someone else."

One after another, some rich people always think themselves right, either they really want to buy his ass, or they speculate that he sold it... Ran Xu was so angry that he dragged his legs and walked out the door.

Zhuo Minghui later realized that he said the wrong thing, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Ran Xu's hand, but he refused to give in: "If you tell me where you are going to work, I will have to guess so wildly?"

"Let go." Ran Xu was furious, "Is it reasonable for you to guess wildly?"

"Oh, that's enough!" Zhuo Minghui blocked the door all of a sudden, blocking Ran Xu's way out, "I said something wrong, okay? I apologize to you, and I won't ask any more."

Ran Xu didn't expect that the young master would actually apologize to him, and he stopped struggling.

In fact, Ran Xu didn't have any bad feelings towards Zhuo Minghui. Although the relationship between them was once tense because of Sun Cheng's plagiarism, but speaking of it, Zhuo Minghui himself really didn't do anything that day.

Later, because of Zhuo Wenlang, Ran Xu's tolerance for Zhuo Minghui also suddenly increased. Even though the relationship between the two brothers did not seem to be harmonious, they both had the surname Zhuo after all, and Ran Xu didn't want to make too much trouble with him. ugly.

Originally thought that after Zhuo Minghui apologized, the matter would be exposed, but the young master somehow came up with the idea of ​​"compensation", and insisted on taking over from Ran Xu to complete the rest of the revision work of the promotional materials.

Speaking of which, no matter how tired Zhuo Minghui was of studying, he was a student of the same art department as Ran Xu. It was really not difficult for Zhuo Minghui to make some modifications and improvements on the basis of the finished product.

He had already offered to help, but Ran Xu accepted after symbolically refusing twice—he had injured his own hand, and it happened that a free labor force would deliver it to his door. Didn't he want someone to give him a pillow when he was dozing off?

Ran Xu claimed that he was not someone who likes to be brave, so he simply gave up his chair and let Zhuo Minghui start working on the rest of the promotional materials.

Surprisingly, although this young master is usually arrogant and domineering, he will calm down and revise the manuscript, which is indeed quite serious.

Ran Xu stared at Zhuo Minghui's side face reflected in the light, and felt more and more that he and Zhuo Wenlang looked alike, and his tone softened, and he chatted with him for a while.

Zhuo Minghui seldom mentioned things at home, and occasionally mentioned a few things about his brother, with disgust on his expression, disgusted that his brother was too strict with him this time, and insisted on forcing him to go back to the dormitory.

Ran Xunao couldn't understand, Zhuo Wenlang was such a personable and considerate person, if it was his brother, he would not even have time to care about it, how could he be as disgusted as Zhuo Minghui?

"But, your brother is very nice." He couldn't hold back his argument for Zhuo Wenlang.

"You don't know him, how do you know he's good?" Zhuo Minghui stopped what he was doing and looked up at Ran Xu.

"Uh..." Ran Xu remembered that he seemed to be disgusted with other people getting to know his brother, and shook his head, "Yes, but hasn't he been to school before? I think he cares about you."

"fart."

Zhuo Minghui snorted coldly: "The way he looks is just for outsiders to see. I came out of the same mother's womb as him. Whatever I am, he is worse than me."

"..."

"No, I mean, he's even less of a thing than me." Zhuo Minghui said more and more wrongly, and simply cursed "fuck" and closed his mouth.

At that time Ran Xu didn't understand the meaning of Zhuo Minghui's words, he just thought that the young master must have been spoiled by his family, and if something happened for him, he didn't know how to be grateful.

Reconciled with him a few words, no more mention.

The next day, the modification plan for the promotional materials was formally finalized, and after showing it to Lin Yingying, it was officially put into production.

Ran Xu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly received a message from Lin Yingying, saying that the sponsor originally recruited in this class released their pigeons and temporarily changed to another one.

"But the new sponsor asked to meet and discuss with the brochure maker."

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