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The head of Fang Qiusheng's dormitory is a taciturn Beta, who rarely gossips with others and has nothing to do with studies. His deskmate is a problem student in this class, and he happens to be assigned to a dormitory.

"Fang Qiusheng doesn't take people back to the dormitory very often, at least I haven't seen it before."

"When I go back, I just brush my teeth, wash my face and go to bed. What else can I do, but he is okay, and he borrowed me to copy homework yesterday."

"Of course he sleeps in the dormitory every day. No matter how capable he is, he won't be able to deal with the uncle downstairs."

Several people chattered and listened to him talking about Fang Qiusheng non-stop, and the angle of the topic became disgusting.

"Morning? He got up very early. I haven't seen him lying in bed in the morning."

"Why, do you want my brother to steal a pair of underwear for you to smell?"

I don't know who mentioned another person's name, and everyone's voice became quieter.

"Cang Erdong? I feel that the relationship between the two of them is just average, maybe even worse than ordinary Faxiao."

After hearing this, someone snickered and looked towards the back of the classroom. Cang Erdong was sitting alone, the seat next to him was empty, and the table was completely clean.

Their topic quickly skipped over the gloomy boy, but the dormitory chief stopped writing at some point and raised his glasses with his left hand.

——Other things are pretty much the same, but in this matter, his tablemate is completely wrong.

In fact, this is not to blame for being at the same table, Fang Qiusheng and Cang Erdong really look like ordinary classmates.

As roommates, they said that they had been together for a long time, but the busy schedule and strict rules did not give them a lot of time to talk. Occasionally, he could see Fang Qiusheng teaching Cang Erdong homework. He discusses the subject.

It was about a month after school started when he discovered that the two were abnormal.

Cang Erdong sleeps very badly. He always turns over after going to bed, as if he didn’t realize how fragile the school’s metal beds are. Once the patrol time of the dormitory supervisor passed, the bed opposite him creaked non-stop. Fortunately, he had already prepared earplugs, and wearing them before going to bed would have no effect.

It's just that I didn't finish my homework that day, and I forgot it when I was in a hurry to go to bed, and I didn't dare to get up to get it. I was afraid that the dormitory supervisor would see it and deduct points from the dormitory. I could only listen to the annoying voice and secretly wait for the time to go.

That was also the first time he suddenly realized that Fang Qiusheng was sleeping on the other party's upper bunk, and he could feel it even if he couldn't hear it. With his personality, could he bear it?

But before he subconsciously moved his gaze up, he saw a figure coming down.

He didn't dare to vent his breath like a guilty conscience, squinting and peeping.

Fang Qiusheng patted the bulging bun that wrapped him up on the lower bunk, and the little bun moved in, and he fell asleep on it, pulling half of the quilt to cover himself.

All he could see was Fang Qiusheng's back, but the more he couldn't see it, the more people imagined it. Even he himself didn't realize that his heart was beating so fast, and he even forgot to take the earplugs.

Now is the quietest time of night, and you can hear a little bit of talking on the other side.

"...I don't want to live on campus, I want to go home..."

"Hey, you should go to bed, it's late."

"But, but that person can go home..."

"But he's already an Omega, and you haven't officially registered your second gender yet."

Cang Erdong said something again, but the voice was too vague, he hadn't reacted yet, only heard Fang Qiusheng's voice changed after the quilt was scuffled for a while: "You don't want to sleep, do you?"

I don't know if the tone is too oppressive, or Fang Qiusheng no longer controls the pheromones. He clearly has his back to the two of them, and has nothing to do with this conversation, but for no reason he feels that there are hands strangling his throat, choking him. Suffocated.

Then there was the sound of footsteps that were so soft that they were almost inaudible, he squinted his eyes and looked down, the two walked into the bathroom one after the other, Cang Erdong shook his head at the door with some hesitation, and was dragged in.

He didn't know what the two of them were doing in there, he could only be sure it wasn't going to the bathroom, after all, it wouldn't take that long, until he started to feel sleepy, and when the bathroom door opened again, he was confronting Cang Erdong in a daze. After staring at it for a second, she looked away like an electric shock, compulsively telling herself that nothing happened just now, and then fell asleep.

That night he had a lot of nightmares over and over, nothing more than being chased and beaten, shot and stabbed with a knife. The next morning he was tired and had two panda eyes, and he was always distracted in class.

His eyes drifted to Cang Erdong who was sitting at the desk behind him. The other party was sitting against the wall, with homework spread out in front of him, but his hand was inattentively picking the soft case on the signature pen.

He looked up, and the warm yellow lamp was on, clearly reflecting the face that was usually hidden in the shadows. Only then did he realize that Cang Erdong's skin was actually very fair, his lips were light pink, and there was a scar on his lower lip. Teeth marks.

"Dorm master?"

Fang Qiusheng's face suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and he was so startled that he broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't speak clearly: "Ah, ah? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just that you've been in a daze."

Fang Qiusheng cleaned up the table with a smile, and his tone was the same as usual.But he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he always felt that Fang Qiusheng was blocking his sight.

"Oh, today's homework is quite difficult."

"is it?"

"Yes, yes," the dormitory head stood up, grabbed the washbasin and toothbrush, "I'm going to wash up first."

"Oh," Fang Qiusheng turned his head, showing a standard grin, "Okay."

The long feet in the dormitory softened and almost slipped and fell in the bathroom.

——There was no smile in those peach blossom eyes, they looked straight at him, and were about to shoot the knife fiercely.

He turned on the faucet and frantically poured cold water on his face to calm himself down a bit.

The class bell rang, pulling him back from his memories, and the surrounding students scattered back to their seats. He used cover to cast a hasty glance at Cang Erdong who was sitting at the back of the classroom.

The boy sat quietly under a ray of sunlight leaking in through the curtains, with his head lowered, his eyelashes fluttering like an oil painting.

It was just a glimpse, and he immediately pretended that he was looking out of the window at that angle, which happened to be facing the dormitory building, and the ivy on the outer wall had begun to grow luxuriant, and when the wind blew, layers of green waves appeared.

Cang Erdong's cell phone vibrated several times, he secretly clicked on it while the teacher was turning around.

In fact, he didn't need to look to know that it was Fang Qiusheng. The other party only behaved for four or five days, and then he didn't come to school again. He just came back on time before the lights were turned off, and slept with him at night.

When it came to sleeping, he sent a message to the other party with some unease: "Shengsheng, the head of the dormitory must have seen it that day."

"Really." Fang Qiusheng answered two words indifferently, and before he could think of a response, he sent another one, "What's the matter?"

"It's not good."

"What's wrong with it."

Cang Erdong couldn't answer, he put his phone back into his schoolbag angrily, pretending that he was listening carefully to the class and couldn't answer the message, but the truth was that he couldn't remember what the teacher said last time, let alone understand what he was saying something.

The screen was still flickering on and on, Fang Qiusheng didn't know what he was posting, and Cang Erdong didn't know what he was awkward about. It was me who couldn't sleep alone, and it was me who needed company, but when he saw the dormitory leader in the dark night, When he opened his eyes, he let go of Fang Qiusheng's hand.

He blinked, and finally picked up the phone, and unexpectedly found that the person who sent a lot of messages was not Fang Qiusheng, but Alan.

Beta went back to his country half a month ago, and before leaving, he cried so badly when he said goodbye at the airport, which made Fang Qiusheng's attitude towards him even worse.

But maybe it’s a bonus for being able to make desserts. Cang Erdong thinks he’s quite interesting. Occasionally Alan will post some small daily routines like this, and he also finds it quite novel. Fang Qiusheng didn’t find out, so no one stopped him A chat.

"Dongdong, I'm looking at an exhibition of paintings from the [-]th century."

"There is a painting that I find particularly shocking, and I sent it to you."

"Call The Roses of Heliogabalus."

After the picture was loaded for a while, there were large expanses of pink on the screen. A few people sat and watched, and some people were buried in the sea of ​​flowers.

Probably because his father is an artist, Alan is also a very free boy. He seldom goes to school, but he has a wide range of subjects, and he especially likes to participate in art exhibitions around the world.

Cang Erdong didn't have any special feelings about these paintings, he could only make some simple comments on whether they were good-looking or not, and replied simply as usual: "Well, it's pretty good-looking."

"Do you know what they're doing?"

"Look at the roses?"

"Part of it is, see the man sitting in the middle holding the wine glass? That's Heliogabalus, the Roman tyrant, watching people choke to death in a sea of ​​roses."

The scene suddenly became bloody. The tyrant's absurd idea came out of boredom, and the people around him laughed; the people below either didn't understand the current situation, or panicked at a loss, and they were gradually buried in the pink In the sea of ​​roses, death comes slowly and gorgeously.

Cang Erdong rubbed his eyes, he clicked on the picture, and found that Alan sent another message: "I think when the artist drew this picture, he was talking to the people in the sea of ​​flowers, so that they would not drown in Miri."

Cang Erdong's fingers paused on that sentence for a while, but he didn't reply.After a while, the phone automatically turned off and was put back into the bag.

Cang Erdong lay on the table and looked out the window.

Alan also used "tyrant" to describe another person.

He said that he has no reason to control a person's life, should not give orders at will, does not know how to respect others, and has no empathy at all.

Cang Erdong actually heard that conversation, the sound insulation in the infirmary was not good, and Beta was so excited that he spoke louder and louder, it was hard for him not to hear.

It was the first time he heard someone describe Fang Qiusheng like this.

"Tyrant" is an extremely negative word, and it would not be used to describe a wise monarch, but the final fate of such a leader is to be overthrown by angry people, leaving a spurned mark in history.

Most of what Fang Qiusheng could receive were compliments.

He is handsome, smart, precocious, and has the mischievousness of a young man, but he is very easy to get along with. He smiles most of the time, giving people the illusion of being approachable.

Even the parents who get along day and night have this attitude. Chen Nian's most frequent word to describe him is "reliable", and sometimes he adds an attributive, "as reliable as Fang Yu".

When Chen Nian learned that Fang Qiusheng was going to be in the same high school as Cang Erdong, he was more fortunate than regretful.

——The two families have always maintained a delicate balance. Chen Nian and Cang Jingxing are responsible for looking after the children, while Fang Qiusheng takes the responsibility of taking care of Cang Erdong.

So everyone is used to the two children sleeping together, going to school together, and going out to play together, and they are also used to Fang Qiusheng taking care of Cang Erdong's life and study problems, and they don't even care about Cang Erdong's perceived over-reliance.

And this balance does not hold true for Alan.

He doesn't think this is understandable, he will question Fang Qiusheng, forcing Cang Erdong to think about the rationality of this relationship.

Just like now, he is also telling Cang Erdong not to indulge in roses, it will drown him sooner or later.

I heard the teacher saying something on the podium, it was buzzing non-stop, now is the last class before noon, most of the students below are a little bit down because of the emptiness in their stomachs, Cang Erdong also supported I started to look out the window, and the creeper climbed the wall layer by layer.

He clicked on his phone, and Fang Qiusheng sent him a message saying that he would come back to eat with him at noon and told him to wait in class.

The class bell rang, and the classmates ran out like a swarm, and the classroom suddenly became empty. Fang Qiusheng stood at the door, unable to see his expression clearly under the backlight, and tilted his head towards him.

So he got up and ran into Fang Qiusheng's arms, and they kissed in a small corner where the surveillance could not capture.

Just like that day in the infirmary, he didn't hear Fang Qiusheng's answer, but Alpha came in and kissed him wantonly under the cover of the curtain.

He followed Fang Qiusheng, and secretly glanced at the phone again.

In fact, his life is not so gorgeous roses, but is full of ordinary creepers that's all.

"Dongdong, don't look at your phone while walking, the godmother will come to see you in the afternoon."

"Oh, I see, Shengsheng."

The boy stuffed the mobile phone into the pocket of the other party, and began to be full of joy again.