The sick young master went to dance again

Song Yuxing could feel the other party's gaze resting on him, calm and indifferent, and moved away after a while.

This time, he saw the boy's appearance clearly. He was as good-looking as the pair of hands typing on the keyboard. He had fair skin and handsome features. He could indeed be called a colonel.

The boy's voice was also cold, and he spat out three words like gold, "Lin Tingxuan."

Song Yuxing nodded at him politely, also cherishing words like gold, "Song Yuxing."

Unlike Han Ye, who has social arrogance, he can talk enthusiastically and non-stop to everyone.

When others are warmer to him, such as Zhou Sheng, his attitude will be better.Conversely, if others treat him coldly, he also has no desire to talk to them.

Oh, by the way, Lu Si was an accident.

Zhou Sheng and Lin Tingxuan are both sophomores in the Department of Physical Education. Because Song Yuxing and Han Ye moved in late, there are no extra beds, so they can only live with the seniors.

The four-person dormitory has bed and table, air conditioner, refrigerator and washing machine are all available. Lin Tingxuan has a cleanliness habit, so the house is kept clean and tidy. There are no smelly socks that have been piled up for a week without washing.

Song Yuxing couldn't help but think of the student dormitory where he used to live in middle school. In a backward small town, the education level is also backward. Sixteen students live in one dormitory.

There are eight bunk beds crowded in the small room, the concrete floor is uneven, the whitewashed walls are peeling off, damp and moldy.

Most roommates don't like to be clean, throw unwashed socks and clothes, and litter.

There is no fan in the dormitory, let alone air-conditioning. In summer, the weather is extremely hot, and there is a disgusting sour smell fermented in the air.

Song Yuxing had no other choice but to survive.

……

Song Yuxing and Han Ye were packing their luggage and beds, while Lin Tingxuan was still sitting in front of the computer playing games.

Zhou Sheng and Han Ye chatted one after another, then looked at Song Yuxing who was wiping the bed with a towel, and asked in puzzlement: "Xingxing, why do you look different from the photos on the forum?" ?”

On the first day of school for freshmen, many students secretly took photos of Song Yuxing and posted them on the school forum. The discussion was very hot, and the handsome guy always attracted attention no matter where he went.

Zhou Sheng clicked on the school forum, found the popular post on the top, and clicked on the photo to take a look.

The delicate and handsome boy inside has short smoggy blue hair, and the clothes and shoes on his body are big brands worth several thousand yuan. At first glance, he looks like a cynical young master from a rich family.

But in front of this...

Although he still had that pretty face, he did have short black hair. He was wearing an ordinary cotton T-shirt, ordinary jeans, and ordinary white sneakers.

But wearing it on him is not ordinary at all.

Sure enough, you still have to look at your face.

In this regard, Song Yuxing explained without changing his face while wiping the bed board: "It still looks better with black hair, so I dyed it back, and what I wore that day were all counterfeit products. Free shipping."

"Damn it!" Zhou Sheng did not suspect him, and expressed his surprise, "There are such cheap and genuine counterfeit products? Which store did you buy them from? Send me a link!"

Song Yuxing: "That shop was officially closed for buying fake products."

Zhou Sheng sighed regretfully, "Okay then, Xing Xing, next time there is such a store, remember to recommend it to me."

Song Yuxing: "Well, no problem."

Han Ye who knows everything: "..."

It seems that Brother Xing really wants to pretend to be poor and find true love.

Lin Tingxuan, who was concentrating on playing the game, also turned his head to look at the boy who was trying to wipe the bed board. The other person's delicate eyebrows and eyes were lowered. After a while, he looked away as if nothing had happened.

……

University life is much easier than high school. You don’t have to stay in the classroom from morning till night to attend classes. The students in the class are also very enthusiastic, especially the female students.

Song Yuxing is still used to living in the school, Zhou Sheng is carefree, although he has a muscular body and looks difficult to mess with, but he is warm and generous, easy to get along with.

Lin Tingxuan doesn't talk much on weekdays, and he is indifferent to everyone, but he doesn't put on airs of a senior. He is not easy to get along with, but he is not difficult to get along with.

Overall, college life is good.

Just a little bit of fun.

fun...

"Brother Xing, why are your clothes so big? Is it yours?"

"No." Song Yuxing carefully folded the simple T-shirt and slacks, and put them in a bag. "I have something to go out at night, and I don't know when I will be back."

Han Ye: "Why are you going? Do you want to drive my car?"

"No, I'll just take a taxi." Song Yuxing said while taking the mobile phone on the table, patted Han Ye on the shoulder, and went out with the bag.

Han Ye looked at the back of him leaving, and blinked blankly. His brother Xing's behavior has become more and more strange recently, and he has a little secret, so he still doesn't share it with him.

Suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly chased him out again, and shouted: "By the way, brother Xing, the weather forecast says there will be heavy rain tonight, remember to bring an umbrella!"

However, people have gone far.

Alas, he was abandoned like this.

The sky gradually darkened, the moon and stars were covered by dark clouds, and it was dark, as if a storm was about to hit this bustling city in the next second.

Song Yuxing remembered Lu Si's address.

After getting off the taxi, he registered his name and number with the guard, and then entered the villa complex, looking for the residence of Lu Si according to the house number in his memory.

It took 10 minutes to reach the destination.

There was no light inside, and there was no response to the doorbell.

Lu Si probably hasn't come back yet.

The wall lamp in front of the gate was on, and Song Yuxing sat directly on the floor with a bag of clothes in his arms. He leaned against the solid gate, playing with his mobile phone boredly.

15 minutes passed, and Lu Si did not come back.

Half an hour later, Lu Si still didn't come back.

This dog doesn't know what to do.

Song Yuxing yawned boredly. He stayed up late last night playing games until three o'clock in the morning, and woke up at seven o'clock in the morning for morning class, and now he felt sleepy.

……

After a busy day at work, Lu Si was physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't even want to drive, so he asked the driver to take him home.

However, before he stepped into the house, he saw an unknown creature sitting at the door of his house. When he got closer, he realized that it was a person, with his head tilted against the door frame, sleeping soundly with his knees hugged.

That unforgettable face... Lu Si subconsciously read his name in his mind, Song Yuxing, or Pengci Wang, troublemaker.

How could he be here?

Mr. Lu's heart was full of alarm bells, this mother would not come to touch porcelain again, would she? ? ?