The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

But Jiang Yingyu didn't go back with An Sheng that night. He chose to go back to the dormitory. He heard that the dean would come to check on him tonight.

He bought some snacks to take back. The three inside were already cleaning up the dormitory. The things on the ground had been cleaned up. He gave them a bag of snacks for each of them, took a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. .

When he came out of the wash, the three told him that they had finished checking.

He wiped his hair and sat down on his stool: "Why didn't I hear it, so fast?"

Glasses No. [-] Du Fan ate the snacks he gave to him crunchily: "They just came in to take a look, asked if everyone was here, and didn't say anything else."

"Do you want a hair dryer?" Glasses No. [-] Huang Tian turned around and handed a mini hair dryer in his bag to Jiang Yingyu.

"..." Jiang Yingyu reached out and took the small hair dryer. In fact, his hair is fine without blowing it. He has almost wiped it with a handkerchief, but someone handed it to him specially. It may not be too embarrassing to blow it. good.

He plugged the plug into the green shell socket that he bought casually for 20 yuan yesterday: "You..."

Jiang Yingyu opened his mouth and was about to say something, when he just pressed the button with his fingers, his eyes suddenly went dark.

He heard who did not know who called out, and even the others followed a series of "fuck me".

"Maybe it's tripped." Jiang Yingyu put the hair dryer on the table, walked to the sink with the light on his mobile phone, and took a photo on it, but it didn't jump.

Is that a power outage?

At this moment, they heard ghosts crying and howling from outside the balcony. The four of them opened the door of the balcony and looked outside. They happened to hear someone shouting: Who the hell is using high-power electrical appliances again! ! !

Except for their dormitory building, the row opposite is fine. It seems that their problem is really the only one here.

"How powerful are you?" Jiang Yingyu asked Huang Tian with his hands on the railing.

So a small thing should not even have a power of [-], so why is it so powerful?

And he hasn't used three seconds yet.

Huang Tian pushed his glasses, said calmly, "Eight hundred."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a knock on the door of their dormitory. Jiang Yingyu frowned and realized that the matter was not simple, so he shouted: "Don't open it first..."

Hold!who!hands so fast.

The door opened, but he hadn't noticed who opened the door, and the few lights coming in from the outside of the corridor gave them no time to react.

A group of students who were similar to inspectors began to look around as soon as they entered their dormitory. After a while, Jiang Yingyu heard someone knocking on the table and asking loudly, "Who owns the hair dryer on this table?"

"..." Jiang Yingyu wiped his face with his hand, and there were ten thousand things in his heart that he didn't know whether to say or not.

"So it's your dormitory's fault!" Someone immediately echoed.

As soon as this group of people arrived, they chattered non-stop. Jiang Yingyu walked in from the balcony and said before Huang Tian could speak: "Mine."

There was a crowd of people crowded by the door, each of them was like the group of aunts in the vegetable market, discussing the protagonist of this incident in a hurry.

Five minutes later, the call came, and the director who came back and forth and several uncles and sisters who didn't know their identities crowded into their dormitory again.

This is a big deal.

On the first day of school, Jiang Yingyu's name was known by all the class groups, and he became a celebrity.

When Jiang Yingyu finally finished writing five or six pages of the review, it happened that the three glasses brought him something to eat.

"Have you finished writing?" Du Fan put the meal on the table for him, a little funny and helpless, "This school is really good, we can't even carry a hair dryer here, the girls' dormitory can do it, and there are people who cook hot pot .”

Isn't this an obvious distinction? Who isn't a delicate pig boy?

Jiang Yingyu hummed, opened the rice and took a bite. The rice was hard and the food was cold.

"Then do you know where the office is? We just came here, and we don't even know where the teaching building is." Zhi Congyong, No. [-] of the glasses, asked from the side.

After a while, the three of them will go with them, mainly because they can't escape what happened last night, the hair dryer belongs to Huang Tian, ​​the door is opened by Zhi Congyong, Du Fan didn't do anything, but they still want to go.

Jiang Yingyu shook his head, his Lu Chi realm is...

Du Fan couldn't be troubled by this matter, he smiled and patted Jiang Yingyu's shoulder: "It's okay, I'll just find a senior sister to ask about it later."

What a big deal, really.

"It's okay, we'll hand this over later and we'll go to lead the military training uniform." Jiang Yingyu said.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. An Sheng set it up for him. It was no longer the Great Compassion Curse, but a very cute Pikachu.

"..." Du Fan pushed his glasses and looked at Jiang Yingyu who picked up the phone.

……

When they came back with their military training uniforms, everyone tried them on with a fresh feeling, and they felt pretty good.

"I'm going out for a while, do you have anything you want to eat, I'll bring you something." Jiang Yingyu said.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them didn't talk about being polite, and just said something directly.

After he remembered it, Du Fan asked him: "Are you going to meet a friend?"

Looking at the smile on his face, no matter how you look at it, it feels tricky.

"Go on a date." Jiang Yingyu shook the key, walked to the door and waved, "Bye."

This remark shocked the three of them, and Du Fan couldn't help but fucked up.

Before An Sheng got off work, when Jiang Yingyu came, there were still two or three people lined up at the counter, so he found a corner to sit, hoping to wait for An Sheng to see him by himself.

The seat he was sitting at was a little high, so he could see the counter clearly.

At this moment, the other waiters started chatting and chatting when they were free, only An Sheng was still standing at the counter with his head buried, not knowing what he was doing, and the last girl paid the bill, talking and laughing at An Sheng, if not He is very confident in his eyesight, he might really think that An Sheng is chatting with the girl too.

The girl chatted for a long time, but An Sheng didn't say a word. A little brother next to him came over and chatted with the girl with a smile. After the person finally left, Jiang Yingyu walked slowly to the counter and knocked on the table. , the little brother next to him walked aside a little funny and said that he would not disturb them.

An Sheng still lowered his head and folded and unpacked a tablecloth. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and stared irritably. Jiang Yingyu, who had been restless for a day, finally turned into a sunny day.

"Here we come." An Sheng smiled suddenly, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Jiang Yingyu looked at the menu solemnly for a while, but he couldn't choose what to eat after flipping through it.

"What's your sign here?" He was still looking at the menu.

An Sheng also put one hand on the table and looked at Jiang Yingyu: "We have a lot of signboards here, why, do you want to buy them all?"

Jiang Yingyu grinned: "Then how about a share of the same, can you make it?"

An Sheng looked at him, this is really a man with money but no land to spend.

He couldn't help laughing: "Oh, don't do it, I'm afraid it will cost me a lot of money to make it out, you go and sit down, I'll make you a small cake, the quantity is small and you won't get tired of it."

"No, I'll just stand here and watch you do it, I want to see how this person who can't even cook noodles made me a cake." Jiang Yingyu said, "Hey, I won't delay the business by standing here, right? "

Before An Sheng returned to him, a few younger brothers who were chatting together at an unknown time immediately said to him, "No, no, there are basically no people around right now. Like a model, maybe it can attract some girls."

Everyone laughed a few times after speaking, and Jiang Yingyu stood beside An Sheng with peace of mind and looked at An Sheng's lane. From time to time, he would ask a few steps. An Sheng explained to him very seriously. It looks like he really likes making cakes. of this process.

"Eat." An Sheng didn't stick that layer of cellophane on him.

Jiang Yingyu poked the newly arrived cake with a spoon in a somewhat miraculous way: "Hey, it's quite elastic."

An Sheng smiled and wiped his hands: "Hurry up and eat."

As soon as he poked it, the little cake shook. Before he had time to enjoy himself, someone from behind bumped into him violently. The little blueberry cake that hadn't tasted a bite just jerked like that, and fell headfirst on the ground. on the ground.

Jiang Yingyu was a little dazed, and the person behind also apologized to him worriedly: "I'm sorry, my shoes are a little slippery, how much is this cake, I'll pay you back, okay?"

The girl looked at Jiang Yingyu who was stunned, as if she hadn't heard her apology, she held up two fingers and said: "I pay you two! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, ouch, my broken shoes!!!"

Jiang Yingyu looked up at An Sheng, and there was some grievance in his eyes.

An Sheng came out from the counter with a broom, and one of the boys took his place and asked the girl what she wanted.

Jiang Yingyu followed closely beside An Sheng, watching An Sheng stretch that sinful broom towards the shapeless cake...

The girl bought him two identical cakes and put them on his table. Seeing that he still ignored her, the girl was about to cry.

"It's okay." An Sheng said to his sister, who looked at the two of them, and then walked away stepping on her new shoes without tears.

At this time, it was time for other people to get off work, An Sheng waved to them, he was on duty today, and he had to wait until ten o'clock before leaving.

He sat at Jiang Yingyu's table again, dug a spoonful of cake and pressed it to Jiang Yingyu's lips: "Actually, they all taste the same, eat it."

Jiang Yingyu pursed his lips, but still opened his mouth to take a bite.

It's different, it's different for An Sheng, for him.

It was specially made for him by An Sheng, who would have known that it would be gone after a squeak...

"It's tasteless." Jiang Yingyu said.

He didn't know why he was so hypocritical this minute.

"Huh? Why is it tasteless?" An Sheng took a spoon that Jiang Yingyu had just eaten and tasted it, "Why don't I make it for you again."