Chapter 6
Han Jiang and Zhou Tan returned to the dormitory. They were not in a hurry to take a shower and wash up. They sat at the desk and played games happily. Just as soon as they finished playing, Sheng Yang came back with their snacks.
Han Jiang greeted him happily, and just as he was about to express his thanks, he saw Sheng Yang throwing the snack bag over listlessly, "Here you are." He sat down
where Han Jiang got up, with his right hand resting on his cheek, Apathetic.
Zhou Tan looked at Han Jiang strangely, spread out his five fingers, and waved in front of Sheng Yang, "Yangzi, what's wrong with you? Why does it feel like you've lost your soul when you buy something?" Sheng Yang shook his head
. Constipation-like face disillusioned.
Han Jiang held his snack bag in one hand and scratched his head with the other, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"
Zhou Tan: "You
lost your virginity?"
Zhou Tan was puzzled, "What's the matter with you? You said we are brothers. If you have anything to do, just tell us. We will definitely help you according to the situation." Depending on the situation
?
What a plastic brotherhood.
Sheng Yang was too lazy to complain, and scratched his hair depressedly, "It's nothing, I'm just tired, I'm going to take a shower."
He stood up and walked to the cabinet. There were everyone's names on it. He quickly found the original owner's and pulled it away. , Turned out the pajamas, carried them into the bathroom.
"Sheng Yang, wait a minute, my bucket is still in it, I'll take it." Zhan Xuemin who was washing clothes at the sink hurried over.
Sheng Yang opened half of the door, "Take it."
"Thank you." Zhan Xuemin went in to get it, and Sheng Yang closed the door to take a shower.
The warm water flows down from the top of the head, taking away the tiredness and sleepiness of the day, and it also makes people feel refreshed.
Sheng Yang first thought about the things he had passed through, then he thought about the new classmates he met, and finally he couldn't help thinking about the embarrassment he lost in front of Shi Yan today, especially the debt he owed after failing to treat guests!
He lost all his old face.
Never been so humiliated.
Shi Yan is simply his nemesis.
After taking a shower and drying his hair, Sheng Yang climbed into bed to rest, Han Jiang and Zhou Tan were eating the potato chips he bought, Han Jiang handed him: "Do you want to eat?" "No appetite."
Sheng Yang waved his hand.
Han Jiang cared about him: "What's the matter with you? Are you here as uncle?"
"Fuck off, you are here." Sheng Yang slapped Han Jiang's hand away, "It's not because you are ugly that it affects my appetite."
"Hey! Yangzi, are you looking for a beating?"
"Want to beat me?" Sheng Yang raised an eyebrow.
Han Jiang swallowed unconsciously when he saw it. After Yang Zai gave up the treatment, it was scary, "...No...No, it's too late for me to love you .
"
In other words, Han Jiang also went to take a bath.
Sheng Yang took out the power bank to charge the phone, and it took two minutes to charge it before turning it on, and several messages popped up as soon as it was turned on.
It was all from the original owner's father.
【Yangyang, how was school today? 】
【What are you eating? ]
[ Tired of studying? ]
[Is the money enough? 】
Followed by a thousand red envelopes.
[You should eat more fruits and less junk food at school, it is bad for your health, do you know? ]
[I see that the weather forecast says that it will be cloudy tomorrow. If you are afraid of the cold, remember to bring your school uniform and jacket. 】
Every sentence is full of genuine concern.
This is something that Sheng Yang has not obtained for many, many years.
I don't know if it was purely moved by this paternal love, or because of the original owner's emotions, Sheng Yang felt that the tip of his nose was a little sore, so he raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously.
The original owner's father really loves him. Although he married the original owner's stepmother, he was afraid that he would be wronged and ignored, so he didn't want a child with the stepmother. I immerse myself in misery every day and let negative emotions cover myself.
Green Tea's character was formed in these years of paranoid thoughts.
Also because of resentment, he never communicated with his father. The original owner would never reply when he sent a wechat message of concern like today, except for asking for money when he has no money.
But Sheng Yang is different, he is loved by no one, so he cherishes the love of others even more.
【Dad, I'm not tired from studying, so you don't have to worry about me. I live well in school and have money, so you don't need to transfer money to me. 】
When Sheng Mingwei saw the reply, he thought he was delusional. He picked up the glasses on the bedside table and put them on again. After confirming again and again that it was his son's reply, he thought again: Maybe his classmate answered it for him? Otherwise, how could this child want to chat with him, and he said it so cutely.
[You keep the money, you will always need it, buy more good food. Tell me what is missing, and I will bring it to the school for you. ]
[Nothing is missing, Dad, you're still up so late. 】Sheng Yang said this out of concern, but when Sheng Mingwei saw it, he felt that the child really didn't want to chat with him, so he became impatient after just saying a few words.
His eyes darkened, [Well, Dad is going to bed, so you go to bed early, I won't disturb you anymore, you have to get up early and do morning exercises tomorrow. 】
Huh? This is the end of the chat?
Sheng Yang was a little bit unsatisfied, but he was afraid that he would reveal his secrets if he talked too much, so let it go.
Exiting the chat box with my father, I saw that the class group without a teacher had already chatted about which idol is handsome at the moment.
Sheng Yang rummaged through it for a while, remembering that Yan would pay him back the money via WeChat.
After searching for Shiyan, Sheng Yang clicked on the verification code to apply for being a friend.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, half an hour passed...
