The landlord fools me every day

Lifting the quilt, Yang Zekui, who was sleeping in a shrimp-like position, really had a corner of the ointment on his right foot, and it was swollen.Zhang Zhushi really didn't know how to comment on the so-called one hundred days of injury.

It was purely a slap in the face, he poked Yang Zekui's swollen ankle with his finger.It seems true...? !

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him, he was kicked in the face and kicked off the bed.

Early the next morning, Zhang Zhushi, who had finished his breakfast in the cafeteria, entered the door and saw the desks that were originally arranged in single rows were lined up in pairs.This is, re-segmentation?

He half yawned and stuck in his throat, rubbing his face, still felt a little pain.When I looked in the mirror this morning, I found that the left half of my face was swollen.

Finding his seat and sitting down, Yang Zekui soon sat down next to him.

He snorted coldly: "Trash."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhushi turned his head.

"Hey?! You were beaten again?!" Yang Zekui was surprised.

Zhang Zhushi stuck out his tongue, "I'm swollen and wet."

At 06:30, the military training began.

They lined up according to height at the door of the classroom, and just as they were about to leave, Zhang Zhushi felt his nose heat up.After wiping his hand, he found that his nose was bleeding, and then he lost consciousness and passed out.

When he woke up again, he found that he was in the infirmary, with Yang Zekui sitting next to him.

He played with his mobile phone, "Hypoglycemia, young master. The teacher asked me to watch you."

As he said that, Yang Zekui poured a glass of water, limped while walking, "I ate the milk tablets."

Zhang Zhushi didn't resist this time, he sat up and took it and ate it, "Aren't you afraid that the teacher will find out that you are so blatant?"

Yang Zekui pursed his lips in thought, and then asked inappropriately: "Yesterday you climbed on my bed, didn't you?"

With no solution, Yang Zekui directly skipped Zhang Zhushi's question.

Yang Zekui didn't answer, and Zhang Zhushi didn't answer either.

"Your face is kicked like this, but it's actually quite pretty." As he spoke, Yang Zekui teased and showed him the sleeping photo he took just now.

The left side of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and there was a large bruise around his eyes. One can imagine how hard Yang Zekui kicked last night.

I rely on!Zhang Zhushi held the phone in his hands, "I, I, I! My body has really changed into a paper (like this)?!"

Inarticulate, incomprehensible.

Yang Zekui narrowed his eyes and took the phone away. "It's very good, so you have realized your wish, and you don't need to go to military training."

Even though he said so, Zhang Zhushi always felt a little weird when he heard it, but he couldn't tell why.

After lying down for a long time, the teacher in charge came to the infirmary with two packed meals, "How are you feeling better? Hurry up, eat while it's hot, and I'm going to eat too."

The wind came and went like the wind, Yang Zekui and Zhang Zhushi didn't intervene.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Zhushi couldn't hold back and asked first: "How did you sprain your foot?"

"Basketball game."

"Layup?"

"No, jumping too high to applaud others."

"...Pfft ha ha ha ha!"

Yang Zekui raised his eyelids and stared at him, his mouth was chewing.

"Then you still compare me to carrying luggage?"

"You dragged me into the water."

"If you didn't drag me into the water, could I drag you into the water?"

"..."

After a while, Zhang Zhushi, who was playing with his mobile phone, was stared at very uncomfortable by a scorching stare, "Why are you looking at me?"

Yang Zekui set up a stool with one foot, "Go to the playground."

Sitting in the shade of a tree, the two wounded were separated from the military training team by a long distance. One had a swollen face and the other had a swollen foot. They barely survived the poisonous weather in September.

"Tsk." Zhang Zhushi smacked his mouth and watched Yang Zekui fiddling with his mobile phone, "Are you sick? Why did you bring me with you?"

Yang Zekui glared at him, then looked away, "Teacher asked me to watch you."

"You just don't know the way, right?" Zhang Zhushi sneered, looking at the screen of Yang Zekui's phone with his head.

Good guy, the camera is magnified fifty times and looking at the students on the playground, "You... how about choosing a concubine here?"

"Go away." Yang Zekui reached out and pushed someone's head away, "I have business to do."

Zhang Zhushi pouted speechlessly.If I remember correctly, this phone was newly released a few days ago, and the main promotion is the ultra-clear camera with [-] times magnification.So this is what Yang Zekui is doing right?

lustful...

Emma!Zhang Zhushi was shocked, "Are you shooting a guy?!"

Although it was a bit outrageous the day before, Zhang Zhushi, who survived relatively easily, returned to the dormitory, and climbed into bed with a drowsy head and hugged the pillow to sleep.

Yang Zekui, who was passing by, was brushing his teeth, and slapped Zhang Zhushi's head ruthlessly: "With such a ghostly face, he pressed his head on the pillow, hugging the pillow like an unweaned baby." ?”

The dazed Zhang Zhushi waved his hand weakly, "Don't move, I want to sleep."

"Get out." Yang Zekui slapped his hand instead, "I don't care if you sleep on your stomach, but for the hygiene of the dormitory, you have to get up for me to brush my teeth, wash my face, and wash my feet before going to bed. .It’s summer, you don’t think it stinks, but I do too!”

The drowsy Zhang Zhushi kept hearing Yang Zekui's nagging, helplessly opened his eyes and turned to stare at him: "Okay! I'll go to bed after I finish bathing and changing!"

In the end, having fulfilled all Yang Zekui's requirements, Zhang Zhushi, who once again grabbed the stairs and climbed up to the upper bunk, suddenly lost his grip and fell backwards.

Standing beside him chatting with Bai Wanlin, Li Jiaping quickly hugged Zhang Zhushi.

"Damn?!" Bai Wanlin pushed forward, "He won't suffer from heat stroke, will he?"

"It's possible. Seeing that he moved a lot of luggage yesterday, his face turned like that when he woke up this morning, and I saw him sitting outside for a whole day today. It is indeed possible to have heat stroke." , Li Jiaping looked at Yang Zekui who was sitting beside him reading a book.

"Yang...Student Yang, what should we do?" Bai Wanlin asked.

Yang Zekui looked puzzled and said, "Ask the school doctor about this. What's the use of asking me?"

Bai Wanlin choked on his words, looked at the people around him at a loss, then followed Li Jiaping who had left when he carried Zhang Zhu on his back, and went out.

When passing by Yang Zekui quickly, Yang Zekui heard a "cut" as light as it didn't exist.

The hand that was turning the pen stopped suddenly, and he glanced at the door with an extremely gloomy expression, and happened to meet a hasty glance with a person passing by.

The person who met his gaze was obviously stunned, then swallowed his saliva and walked away quickly.

In the haze, Zhang Zhushi returned to his room in the small hotel.

Although he had such an indescribable sense of heaviness in a flash, it just passed in a flash.

After taking off his shoes, he stretched his arms and jumped onto the not very soft bed.While shaking gently, there were two creaking sounds from the cracks in the bed.He ignored it, and continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze with his eyes open.

After a long time of emptiness, he suddenly let out a long sigh, and exclaimed jokingly: "Is this a life without material things?"

Sighing, his stomach gurgled in response to the occasion.He blinked, feeling hungry but not really hungry.After a few seconds of silence, he covered his head with the quilt to end the night.

The scene changed suddenly.

When he got up, he felt extraordinarily clear-headed, the kind of clear-headedness that could clear several sets of test papers in one breath.

He rummaged through the house, found the loose money in the corner, and went to the square after a hearty meal at the breakfast shop next door.I don't know why I wanted to go to the square, but I did.

Walking straight along the pedestrian street, the crowd becomes denser and denser.He looked around curiously, and suddenly someone stuffed a leaflet in his hand.

He subconsciously curled his arms to look, and the two eye-catching characters on the leaflet were first caught in his eyes.

"Part-time job." He read out faintly, the volume like mosquitoes and flies drowned out the commotion around him, as if he was the only one who heard it.

He went to a quieter place to take a closer look, and found that the general content was that an online clothing shopping store needed to recruit models, and the compensation was very exciting.

But it's a pity that this is a women's shop, so he can't go there.

Just when he was about to let go and throw it away, he suddenly smiled again, and couldn't help but secretly elated.He flicked the list with his clean and slender fingers, "Height 175, weight 110, good-looking. Tsk, isn't this the young master I am talking about."

Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the dial button according to the number on it.

After a simple voice interview online, the shop owner over there added him on WeChat and asked him to send some full-body photos of the front, side, and back without repair.

This gave him a bit of a headache.

He didn't have the habit of taking pictures, and even if he did, he wouldn't have such pictures of him wearing women's clothing.

After thinking about it, his mind turned quickly, and he ran into a department store in a few steps.I borrowed a wig and a skirt from the boss to try on, and quickly put on some lipstick for free cosmetics, and then walked into the fitting room.

He tapped the screen a few times with his finger and sent a message.

Zhang: Boss, I don't have the habit of taking pictures.

or i...

Before I finished typing the second word, I made a video call over there.

He didn't react in a hurry, his fingers were still typing, and he accidentally pressed the answer button.

It's okay to pick it up if you think about it, Zhang Zhushi, who dressed himself as a girl, raised his phone to take a photo in front of him.

Suddenly, Yang Zekui's indifferent face appeared on the screen of the phone.

When he was surprised, Yang Zekui on the other end smiled lightly, and the mockery was obvious: "Hey, the beauty I met in the store last time is you——Zhang, Zhu, Shi."

At the same time that he read his name word by word in the last words, Zhang Zhushi yelled in denial: "It's not me! It's not me!!"

While gasping for breath and repeating violently, Zhang Zhushi, who woke up from the dream, and Bai Wanlin and Li Jiaping, who were beside the hospital bed, looked at each other in dismay.

And in the corner is Yang Zekui, the protagonist of the story he just dreamed about.

He was crossing his legs, sitting there nonchalantly playing with his mobile phone, even when Zhang Zhu woke up, he still kept his eyes fixed on him.

"You're awake." Bai Wanlin retracted his chin, and took a bite of the apple in his hand.

In turn, Li Jiaping, who came back to his senses, also said: "Just wake up. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Zhang Zhushi shook his head, and forgotten memories came to his mind one by one, all about last night.

He scratched his hair and said dryly: "I'm fine, please trouble you."

Hearing this, the two people in front of them looked at each other and smiled: "It's okay, we are all classmates, and they are also roommates, so we can't see each other, no matter whether they are or not?"

During the conversation, Yang Zekui, who had been silent all this time, got up suddenly, and left the infirmary without saying anything out of his mouth.