I heard that if I don't pretend to be poor, I will die

Wen, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"I don't know." Watson shook his head.

"You know the fate of drinking in the dormitory, right?" He Ziming's tone became more indifferent.

"I know." The two nodded in unison.

It is clearly written in the high school student handbook, no drinking, no smoking, no perm.

And Yang Qi took all three of them.

Regarding the burning of the head, the homeroom teacher had already talked to Yang Qi, but he didn't know how it turned out. Anyway, Yang Qi didn't change much after he came back, and he still walked around the campus with his silver hair swaggering.

The teacher didn't pursue this matter anymore, it seemed that there should be no problem, so everyone tacitly didn't ask.

But alcoholism can't escape.

He counted the wine bottles that were tilted to and fro on the table, there were five in total, and he was still holding half of the bottle in his hand.

"If you know it, don't stop it. Are you planning to be punished together?" He Ziming's voice rose a little.

"..." The two dared not speak.

They have been fined so many times before, and their names are listed on the bulletin board every day, and the names of their dormitory personnel are on the list of school violations almost every Monday.

This time it was either Liu Xiahui or Watson. The most nominated one was of course Yang Qi. Occasionally, He Ziming was implicated by them once or twice, and they dragged him onto the announcement list.

If the teacher found out about the alcoholism in this dormitory, not only would they all have to be on the list, but they would also have to write a self-criticism and drag them to the teacher's office to scold them.

None of them thought about this result, and they had written several self-criticisms in the first month of school, and they were terrified.

He Ziming helped Yang Qi up, but Yang Qi still muttered, "This is a broken school, it doesn't even have an air conditioner, I'm running thirty air conditioners at home..."

He Ziming frowned even more as he smelled the alcohol on his body and listened to what he was saying.

Seeing this, Liu Xiahui and Watsons hurried over to help support Yang Qi, and helped clean up the table by the way.

At this time, Yang Qi was staggered by the support and fell on He Ziming.

But because of his falling body, Yang Qi, who was drunk, immediately subconsciously grabbed the belt of He Ziming who was closest to him.

There was only a slap, and Yang Qi's hand fell down along with his body...

Suddenly, the air stagnated, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

Liu Xiahui and Watsons didn't dare to show their anger, they just stared at Yang Qi who had fallen to the ground, dumbfounded.

Yang Qi was still tightly clutching the loose belt in his hand.