【Kip】Silent cohabitation

- This is what my Mr.bell said.

When Putin went home to charge his phone and turned it on, the message from Komanic flooded the prompt bar.

Komanic on the opposite side of the dialogue box was full of grievances and jealousy.Putin has long been used to Komanic's cheating every time, fingers flying on the keyboard,

[I went to the movies. 】

【What are you looking at? ? ? ? 】

【The superhero movie I mentioned before...】

Then the blond Gemini on the opposite side was unhappy again, 【Why don’t you watch it with me!! I want to watch it too!!!】

Putin directly pressed the lock screen and went to take a shower.

When he came back shirtless, he picked up his phone again. As expected, there was another bunch of complaints. Putin pulled one corner of his mouth into a sinister smile and started typing.

[It's not that you want to watch with me. 】

[The last time I went to the barber shop to add a few WeChat accounts when I filled up at the counter. 】

This time it was the other side's turn to be silent, and he directly bid himself to leave.

Putin laughed outright, dropped the phone and opened the closet to find a shirt for himself.The sound of the door opening coincided with the sound of the closet door opening. Kirilenko, who was looking straight ahead, quickly stared down at the floor.And Putin hadn't let go of the corners of his mouth that had ridiculed Komanich before, and unconsciously smiled and looked at Kirilenko who was stunned by the door.

Kirilenko held Putin's ceramic cup in his right hand again, put the cup on Putin's bedside table, rubbed his fingers under his nose, and pointed to the cup, "Relieve the greasy."

Putin finally managed his expression, and turned into a natural daze with his mouth slightly open unconsciously, nodded and smiled with big white teeth.

After closing the door of Putin's room, Kirilenko sniffed hard, and hurried back to his room to think about how to write next week's column.

Making myself feel like a little virgin is really...

Sitting in front of the computer, he opened a blank document and typed out some unknown sentences.The editor forbade me to submit another film review, and finally chose to write dry stuff. Looking back, I saw a corner of the movie ticket placed in the middle of the backpack on the bed.

Kirilenko opened another file and started writing his own film review.

The shortcomings of superhero plots are old-fashioned, and the advantages are also old-fashioned.When superheroes are at a disadvantage,

It doesn't matter, you can definitely win.

It was as sure and reassuring as having the eyes of the future, but also a little worried, and my heart beat faster with the sound of guns and guns in the movie.

The words appeared like flowing water, filling up the blank document, and throwing all my feelings into the computer, reaching the end.Kirilenko still vaguely remembered the words Putin wrote to him when he was eating, and he wrote them intact until the end. up, add dashes,

——Said Mr. Bell who was with me.

After Kirilenko finished writing the film review and posted it on the homepage, still immersed in his own emotions, he called up the calendar on the computer and glanced at the deadline, then resolutely closed the computer and lay down on the bed to read the book.

Putin finally found his white T-shirt cover, put on a water glass and sat back at the desk, and found that it contained clear tea, not the dark brown of the usual hot chocolate. Sure enough, he didn’t hear what Kirilenko told him to relieve his tiredness. Standing up the novel, resting your chin on the table, your mind wanders away.

In addition to not eating or sleeping, Kirilenko lived a healthy life, and the cabinet above the kitchen was always stocked with various health drinks.

Or you need health drinks because you don't eat or sleep.

Putin's class is at nine o'clock tomorrow, and after halfway through a book, he got under the covers with his eyelids battering.

Early the next morning, I ate the porridge packed under Kirilenko's sight, put on my shoes and put on my bag to wave goodbye to Kirilenko.Kirilenko picked up the car keys that were always at hand, and pushed Putin's waist to go out together, "I'll see you off."

Putin shook his head like a rattle, bent his elbows defensively, and stuck in the doorway to prevent Kirilenko from pushing himself out.Seeing this, Kirilenko stopped and stood in front of Putin and spread his hands to show that he hadn't used any bad brains.Putin raised his hands and shook them left and right, too lazy to flip through his notebook and directly took out his mobile phone to type.

[This makes you feel like you have a special relationship with me. 】

Kirilenko put the car keys in his pocket, took advantage of his height to wrap his arms around Putin's neck and led him downstairs, and used his other hand to catch Putin's mobile phone that had slipped from his palm.

When stuffing Putin into the front seat, he leaned against the half-open car door and returned the mobile phone he was clutching to Putin, "We were originally watching movies together." Then he blocked Putin's rebuttal with the closed car door.

Because Komanic was humiliated by Putin online last night, he decided to humiliate Putin from the school gate to the classroom gate before class.

A golden retriever squatted at the school gate, looked left and right, and looked like a social youth who came to mediate. Not far away, at the corner of the red brick floor, he couldn't wait for the figure straddling the bag to come over.

An SUV turned around and came from the street on the other side of Komanic's attention. Komanic got tired of squatting and stood up and kicked away the pebbles at his feet. His eyes followed it as it rolled to the huge tires and stopped, and then went up. Seeing Putin getting out of the car, he ran to the other side, bent down and waved his hands inside with a smile, and then a hand wearing a black watch stretched out from inside and rubbed Putin's head.

Komanich saw Kirilenko from the front of the car without a single-sided glass, his white sports jacket was zipped up to cover his chin, the matching sports cap was left at home, and his pink hair appeared through the window glass. Somewhat dim.

Kirilenko sat in the car and watched Putin walking forward, and greeted Komanic, who was also blond at the same time, and happened to meet Komanic who was still looking at him.Kirilenko lowered his eyes, suppressed the hostility in his eyes, and smiled politely at Komanich.

Kirilenko doesn't like to get along with people, but it doesn't mean he can't be a man, at least he won't be stingy with smiles and polite words.This embarrassed Komanic, who seemed to be protecting the food.

When Putin came up to him, Komanich looked away from Kirilenko and asked in a low voice,

"When did you start messing around with the society?"

Putin looked back at Kirilenko who was making a U-turn, clenched his fist and punched Komannich in the stomach, and strode towards the classroom.Komanic looked at Putin's hair on the back of his head, suddenly remembered his humiliating feat, rushed up and threw himself on Putin and shouted,

"Tell your story!!!!!"

Kirilenko reversed the car and did not drive out of the driveway to go home. He drove into the school parking lot, got off the car and strode towards the office.

After a brief greeting with the teacher in the office, they each sat down and discussed the documents on the table.

When he finally left, the teacher put the folder under his arm and shook hands with Kirilenko, "The lecture will probably be scheduled at the end of the month, so it should be fine, right?"

Kirilenko shook the opponent's hands vigorously and nodded.

Then, while Putin was discussing lunch with Komanich, he saw the familiar SUV again at the school gate.

-TBC