(The second update, a little late, sorry.)

After Jiang Xiuqin's greeting and informing him, Wu Huang returned to his dormitory on campus. {./Book friends uploaded and updated}

The dormitory is not big, but it has a living room and a bathroom, like a small apartment, but it is the simplest type.

When Wu Huang returned to the dormitory, he saw that the two iron racks on the upper and lower bunk beds were filled with birthday supplies, books, etc.

In the dormitory, three middle-aged men and women were tidying up the bed for their son. When they saw Wu Huang come in, their movements slowed down and then greeted Wu Huang with a smile. One of the aunts smiled and said, "Young man, you live here too!"

Wu Huang smiled and nodded, saying, "Well, yes! Hello everyone, my name is Wu Huang, Kou Tian Wu, Huo Huang." He nodded to the other people as he said, and then looked at the three boys in the same dormitory one by one. Then he walked towards the iron rack bed that no one had sorted out.

"Are you Wu Huang? This year's top scorer in the science college entrance examination in Nantian Province?" One of the boys looked up suddenly, showing an incredible look. He didn't seem to expect that the top scorer in the college entrance examination would actually be in the dormitory with them.

While the boy was shocked, the other people's eyes also looked at Wu Huang. The other two boys didn't seem to have expected that they were a little shocked. As for the three middle-aged men and women, there was also a little more kindness. The son and such classmates would definitely improve! This is actually a normal idea that many parents would have. It's like their children are with people who are not compatible, and they are very annoying. Even if they go out to play, they are very relieved. They always feel that their children can get better with their children.

Wu Huang smiled and said, "This is all in the past. Don't pay attention to it."

The boy who screamed before stood up and said, "My name is Yang Cong, Mu Yiyang, Er Zongcong, nicknamed Onion. I am very happy to be in the same dormitory as you in the next four years!" Onion is a more extroverted person, talks a lot, and is afraid of being abusive. Anyone can talk.

The aunt who asked before turned around and smiled, "I am Yang Cong's mother. Since everyone is so destined to live together, they can live together. Otherwise, I will go out for a meal at noon and I will treat you!"

The other two men laughed, "How can you spend money? I'll ask me!" The slightly fat middle-aged man looked at Wu Huang and pointed to a thinner boy next to him who had never spoken, saying, "This is my child Gong Jiebei, and I hope you can take care of him in the future!"

This middle-aged man said to treat him, but the other person naturally would not be silent, and he also said to ask him to treat him. {./Upload and update} But Wu Huang could see that their family, except for the Yang Cong family, is not too rich. Do you have the confidence to live a life of a rich man? Sometimes you can easily analyze it by looking at the appearance.

For example, Wu Huang grabbed a breath from him and could feel what his profession was. The middle-aged man who spoke at the end had big hands and thick fingers, and he often did heavy work... However, Wu Huang could see that the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao had much more blood than ordinary people, and he was at least two or three times more than the slightly fat middle-aged man surnamed Gong.

But their clothes are not good. It is not easy for such a family to send their children to school. Just like Wu Huang's adoptive father and mother sent him to school.

However, Wu Huang did not say that he would treat him, but smiled at his three roommates, turned around and put a quilt on his bed. Although he did not plan to live here, it would at least make people feel more comfortable when he was in a good mood.

"Student Wu, didn't your parents send you to school?" The aunt tidied up the bed for her son Yang Cong, picked up the broom, and swept it up while asking.

Wu Huang smiled and said, "They are here and left! Anyway, I can do it alone."

"Mom! Don't sweep it, it's dusty. We can sweep it ourselves when we look back." Yang Cong said, snatching the broom from his mother's hand and putting it aside, "I've said a long time ago that I've grown so old, so why don't you send it to me! But you just don't worry!"

When my son said this, the aunt didn't think it was offended. She laughed and picked up the boiling water bottle to boil water.

Wu Huang looked at the mother and son and thoughtful. Is it really a worry that the aunt sent Yang Cong to the college? There should be reluctance to leave here! Well, in addition to reluctance, there should be a hint of pride, proud that his son can come to such a university... Is this also a kind of love?

The mother is reluctant to leave and her son wants to fly. This seems to be the mother's unilateral emotion, just like Principal Li's unilateral emotion for the club he once founded, and Principal Li's own unilateral emotion. The difference is that the son is a human being, and the club is a thing. People have spirits. Even if they don't understand it now, one day, this love can be rewarded, but the club is just a dead thing. Where does the spirit come from? What kind of reward can Principal Li get for his efforts?

Love doesn't seem to need reward...

Just like family affection, just like love...

Just as Wu Huang's thoughts were flying, Yang Cong's mother said to Wu Huang: "Student Xiao Wu, don't be sad. If you miss your parents, just call them! Is this the first time you are going out?" It seemed that when he saw Wu Huang silent and at a loss, the aunt asked with concern.

Wu Huang could only smile bitterly when he was disturbed by others. However, he felt a little strange in his heart. He was still obsessed with the insults and couldn't get out of this horn. The artistic conception cannot be perfected overnight.

So he calmed down and smiled and said, "Not that, I left my parents to study since high school. I have become accustomed to the life in the dormitory!"

The aunt smiled and nodded, looked at the watch on her wrist, and said with a smile: "It's not too late, let's go for lunch now!"

Actually, it’s only just over 10 o’clock now, but Yang Cong explained with a smile: “My mother wants to get back in the afternoon and go to work tomorrow. In fact, she doesn’t need it at all…”

Since that's the case, everyone naturally has no objection. And Wu Huang could see that those two middle-aged people were actually not very time-consuming.

One person cleaned up and went out. Three middle-aged men walked in front, Wu Huang, Yang Cong, Gong Jie's back, and another Zhao Xing, walked in behind.

Yang Cong is taller, even taller than Wu Huang. He is very sunny and talks a lot. Zhao Xing and Gong Jiebei are relatively silent, but Gong Jiebei's figure is thinner, as if a gust of wind can hit him and blow away, giving people a very weak feeling. Zhao Xing is different from them. Although Zhao Xing's figure is not as tall as Yang Cong, his muscles are very strong. He should have been polished since childhood. His blood and energy are much stronger than Yang Cong, who is taller. Wu Huang estimated that if Yang Cong fights with Zhao Xing, Yang Cong might be beaten to the fullest.

Zhao Xing's silence was obviously deliberately pretending. His smart eyes and Gong Jiebei's scattered eyes were two different extremes.

Gong Jiebei is a relatively introverted person, but Zhao Xing is definitely not as silent as he seems on the surface. His silence should be a process of adapting to the new environment. Just like a wild beast, when he comes to the new environment, he always looks around with vigilance. Once there is any movement, its hair will suddenly explode. In Wu Huang's view, Zhao Xing is such a wild beast.

It can be seen that Zhao Xing has practiced martial arts, but he is not an internal skill. At best, he is just the most ordinary physical cultivator, and he is not even a physical cultivator. Compared with a first-class Qi cultivator like Wu Huang, it is absolutely incomparable. In Wu Huang's eyes, Zhao Xing has nothing to hide from.

"Zhao Xing, have you practiced martial arts?" Wu Huang asked with a smile.

Zhao Xing glanced at Wu Huang and said, "How did you see it?"

Wu Huang laughed and said, "Because I have practiced, your walking posture and lower plate are very stable. This kind of stability is not visible to ordinary people, but those who have practiced can easily feel it." Wu Huang whispered to the three middle-aged men and women in front and said, "Look at your father and Uncle Gong, what are the differences in their steps? Uncle Zhao's shoulders do not shake or shake his body when he walks, which is completely different from Uncle Gong..."

After hearing what Wu Huang said, Zhao Xing's eyes lit up slightly, he looked at Wu Huang and said, "Look for an opportunity, let's practice!"

Wu Huang was stunned, laughed and said, "Okay!"

"Wu Huang!"

When the four of them were walking to the school gate, suddenly a shout came from beside them.

Wu Huang and the other two turned around and looked at each other naturally. Yang Cong was stunned. Zhao Xing was also stunned. Gong Jiebei was stunned. He quickly came to his senses, then blushed and lowered his head.

Wu Huang looked at the shouting owner. Mu Rong was walking up with some receipts and some documents. Seeing the three people beside Wu Huang, she naturally smiled at them and said, "You are Wu Huang's roommates! Hello!" She said, and stuffed the things in her hand to Wu Huang, and said, "These things are proof of the receipts I registered before. Well, you can collect them yourself..."

"This thing is useless!" Wu Huang frowned, but he still took it away, folded it casually, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Wu Huang, is this your girlfriend?" Yang Cong glanced at Wu Huang, then looked at Mu Rong, and said, "I am Wu Huang's roommate, named Yang Cong."

Mu Rong naturally chose to shake her head and said, "We are just ordinary friends!"

Yang Cong laughed and said, "Ordinary friend, oh! Get to know! We are going to have a meal, so you can come together!"

Mu Rong was about to refuse, but the cell phone in Wu Huang's pocket rang. Wu Huang took out and found that it was Wang Shiying's phone number, so his brows frowned slightly, "Officer Wang, is there anything wrong?"

"Are you free? The Liu family wants to see my boyfriend, that is, you!"

"I... When did I become your man..." Wu Huang said as he glanced at Mu Rong, swallowed his words back, and finally said, "I don't have time!" Then he cut off the phone directly.

When he heard Wu Huang's words that were so obvious, Mu Rong snorted in her nose, glared at Wu Huang, turned around and left.

Seeing this, Yang Cong and others showed a look of silence. Yang Cong even poked Wu Huang and said, "If you don't catch up, you are so awesome!" (To be continued...)

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